Brenna's Belly Dancing

A different type of commission, along the same erotic lines I usually tread.  I hope you like it!

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 The tiny soldiers had their orders.  They were to shut down the establishment at once, and bring its, ahem, “performers” in for questioning.  Little did they know that they were about to be stopped in their efforts—by getting very, very distracted.
The micro army burst into the building in the middle of the night, when the clientele was rather low—the last thing they wanted was to cause a scene.  Still, some screamed upon seeing the men and their guns.  In the small amount of people watching, there were only tiny people like the soldiers—and the only macros were the dancers.
One of those dancers was Brenna, an adventurous lioness.  Unlike most at the establishment, she didn’t scream when she saw the men come in.  Quite the opposite, in fact—she /smiled/, a broad grin that filled her entire face.  These kind of people were her favorite type of audience, the kind of men who could be turned from hostile to happy in a few hip movements.  And she was ready to untap their . . . primal urges.
“Hands up!” the leader of the soldiers, a gruff man named Sergeant Armstrong, screamed at the dancers.  “On the authority of the government, we are here to shut this place down!”  The military helicopters (the army of men) surrounded the place, swarming the building like camouflaged pests.  Many glared at the dancers, skillful at hiding their arousal, but some of the newer soldiers couldn’t hide their true feelings, and blushed madly as they held their weapon out.
The dancers looked at one another.  Should they surrender and let themselves be taken, or put up a fight against this army?  As they were considering their options, Brenna held up a hand and said, “Don’t worry, everyone.  I got this.  You just get to the back, and leave the rest to me.  Just keep moving, no matter what.”  The other dancers nodded, and quickly started sneaking away to the back room.
“Hey, where are you going?!” Sergeant Armstrong screamed at them.  They kept going, per Brenna’s instructions.  “Stop!” he shouted.
“Now come on,” Brenna said, her loud voice washing over the army of men.  “Let them go.  I wanted your sole focus tonight to be on me, so I asked them to step out for a moment.”  She smirked and flaunted her body to the men, showing off her breasts and hips.  “Are there any objections to that from this room?”
“We have our orders, ma’am!” Sergeant Armstrong shouted at her, undistracted.  “You will not interfere with that, understand?”  His men, on the other hand, were looking rather dazzled by the dancer, and more than a few mouths were agape.
“Just relax now,” the lioness said smoothly, beginning her dance.  “What’s your name?”
“It’s Sergeant Armstrong to you, understand?!”
“Sergeant Armstrong.  Now, let me give you and your men a show you’ll never forget.”
And she begun to dance.
What Brenna was most good at was belly dancing, a form of dance that is driven by the torso and the hips, letting both articulate to their fullest.  It is also defined by beautiful, precise movements, fluid shimmies, and strong vibrations.  And as Brenna’s intent was to seduce her audience, she used all of these to her advantage in order to do so.
The lioness moved gracefully on stage, spinning and stepping with graceful ease.  She wiggled her arms to accentuate her hip’s movements, and every once in a while, she would look down at the tiny men, and give one of them a strong, flirty wink.  It would cause more than a few murmurs to rise up from the crowd, and ever so slowly, their guns started to lower.  The few remaining customers used that opportunity to slip out of the building, but none of the soldiers even noticed their escape.
“Come on men, don’t get distracted!” Sergeant Armstrong screeched to his army.  “We are to clear her out!”  But none of them moved—they were all too focused on Brenna.  She had successfully hypnotized them all, and all of the regular soldiers fell to her alure.
“Like that, boys?” the lioness asked them sultrily, continuing to dance around the stage.  She made her way over to Sergeant Armstrong, and moved in front of him, her arm reaching out for the little man.
“Don’t touch me, civilian!  That’s an order!” he screamed.  But Brenna kept going, and picked him up gently, his gun falling uselessly to the ground.  “LET ME GOOOOO!”
“Come on, Sergeant Armstrong,” she said to him, now dancing with the soldier in her hand.  “Loosen up a little bit.  Take a moment to relax!  Dance with me!”
“NEVER!”
The soldiers chuckled—seeing their leader completely overpowered by the macro was pretty hilarious, though many were also jealous of their sergeant.  They watched eagerly to see what would happen next to him.
Brenna smiled at her audience, and swayed with her captive, moving to and fro on the stage.  The sergeant screamed as she went faster and faster, so when she stopped altogether, he was left in complete surprise.  “You will let me go now, civilian!” he cried out.  Instead, the lioness lifted the micro up, up into the air, and toward her lips.  “No. . . Wait. . . Nooooo!”
She laid a gentle smooch on the side of his body, resulting in cheers from the rest of the army as their leader was kissed.  “That’s for being such a good participant,” Brenna said sweetly to him.  Then she set the little man back down on the ground, to a roaring crowd of soldiers’ approval.
The Sergeant blushed, utterly humiliated, and grabbed his gun.  “R-Retreat!” he screamed.  “We’ll be back!”  He ran out of the building out of embarrassment, and his men followed, though not before waving the blowing kisses at Brenna.
“Bye now!” she called to them, waving back.  “You come back again now, alright?  As a regular customer this time~!”
She smiled and watched them go.  That had been a very satisfying dance.