Chapter 1 : `` Come waste your millions here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor sharp vane of her brand was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's pharynx like warm butter. Javier, however, made an endeavour at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood line outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one net sweep oar, and then his life was over.

"One less sick fuck like you to torture little girls in his cellar,"she growled. His idea of a goodness time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasures –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only 15. It had taken her six years to gain the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the sword that dripped with the dead man's shamefaced blood, then at the rest of the spate that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos bottle before any More of the roue was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a estimable fistful of Javier's curly black hair, vixen lifted back his headland and moved the thermos flask beneath the wound to enamor the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to give birth any of the precious provision go to waste. Once the tin was filled she hastily grabbed another as the pedigree continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's work but she couldn't just take in a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the cut clotted and vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos in her satchel before checking the room for any grounds that would lead to the organization. When she found none she fled to the 10th story window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to drop the repose of his dark off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up a guy's plans, and his bombilation. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the pitiful girl who had to grapple with the teen's drunken courageousness and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to part with her from getting groped in the toilet facility or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's cheek, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a rush, knocking him off sentry duty. It took but a second for him to stabilize himself and assay out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his breast. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her black luxuriously dog shoes, unmixed black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smooth, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a black pea coating under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a expression that could match Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green oculus framed with thick, long lashes, a to the full pair of rosy-cheeked backtalk, and jet blackamoor hair cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her collar pearl. He blinked a few sentence at the sight.

"Wow. I'm… uh, sorry,"was all she said.

"Well sorry isn't much of a name but thanks for apologizing for knocking the breath out of me with those eyes,"he said with a smiling. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his flirting.

"Sorry for running into you ; I'm sort of late for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her flow wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviate smile, exposing a row of staring bloodless teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a threshold and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue light and aloud medicine. She turned back to him.

"You still want that figure ?"she yelled over the music.

"Dane,"he put a helping hand on his chest, bowing slightly,"Yours ?"She flashed that deadly smile again.

"harpy,"she replied, and dashed into the astuteness of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the shiny nickname displaying the image of a char with her head thrown back in transport and the Scripture reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his Assumption, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with field glass mirrors, pink velvet, bluish lighting, and cleaning woman in intimate apparel. They each reached out seductively to touch any theatrical role of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to entreat herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for byplay,"she reached down to grope his humanity,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to squeak in surprise."oddity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his address. Without another aspect at the blonde sprig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a blockheaded dim cleaning woman wearing a over-embellished stays that squeezed at her waist, leaving her overweight bosom exposed to the sonorous air.

"The entry fee is fifty dollars, honey,"she held out her waiting palms. Dane sighed, but reached into his wallet and pulled out three twenties.

"I'm shot you don't have change, so…"he offered her the circular and she took them graciously to overgorge them into the closely corset.

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich blue velvet curtain, revealing a wide, wide lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls diametric of the point. The leg itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet widely. All around were men in business suit smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gaze at the petite, blonde, and au naturel woman on microscope stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous loudspeaker. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and opt a behind, ordering a scotch from the busty female person barman who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Sami level of draw. He nodded a hullo to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the prole in the club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or less. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the other men, he fixed his aid on the cleaning lady onstage but could not understand how such a young woman could find herself in a place like this. She looked no older than nineteen years old, still saucily legal in his public opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attending and approval from these horny, rich people mother fucker. All that attempt to please others with no one giving their own prison term to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollers and cash this place paid, even if it was an unconscionable amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the tablet twist that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of dissimilar prices to prefer ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would bring in a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could think they were required to pay at the end of the nighttime. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could imagine crucial business men having private get together in the upper balconies without any pity. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."smart system… for a bunch of fat half-wit,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the clit she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to learn the laugh ?"asked the barkeeper. He chuckled again.

"Has anyone ever taken one of those tablet looking for a pay-raise ?"The brunette gave a smiling and nodded.

"Yeah, a really hot redheaded woodpecker and her girlfriend who used to perform here,"she paused in thought.

"And what happened to this hot waitress and her girlfriend,"asked Dane patiently. The mixologist leaned over the counter and looked at him with those piercing blue eyes without losing her smile.

"The bastard made her pay for it out in the skittle alley. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her grin and returned to her work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her fornicatress girlfriend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to give another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a Joseph Black chinchilla coating, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of egotism. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each finger and his graying pilus was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his inadequate, compact, and aging appearance, a grouping of scantily clothed cleaning lady escorted him to his booth at the back of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary firearm of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest maffia Maker of Cinder urban center and comes here regularly to see our topper girl, harpy. She's got him wrapped around her finger's breadth, though I don't know how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard vixen's involvement with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of show she must induce put on in lodge to advance his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing outdoor but it seemed that wasn't the grammatical case. He drew his attending back to his deglutition and waited for the blonde onstage to fetch up up her sensual dance and go home safely.
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hellcat stood backstage behind the cloggy, majestic blue curtain that separated her from the horny bunch of men who sat with erections in their knickers, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with athirst centre as Chloe's fair pelt was revealed niggling by little as she removed the skimpy Edward D. White lace lingerie from her lithe material body and groped her tiny breasts and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry rock euphony blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the brilliantly pink level brightness level as she slid her minuscule hands up her physical structure into her thick, crinkly blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her stifle which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his pants and reach himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the nightclub had no convention against it other than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a culmination without any sort of stimulation other than the mere thought of someone working her to a head-spinning sexual climax. She threw her head back in go as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her incline as her digit mindlessly slide across her bare breasts. The man in the audience climaxed in his knickers. The rest period took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drunkenness, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slow, sexy tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent detent as she swung her pelvic girdle. The men's center followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous frame, completely forgetting the elf-like image lying on the stage. She approached the fille and bent over at the hip to reach down and grab the luscious blond hair atop Chloe's capitulum. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright super C eyes winking and full moon red lips twist up in a crooked smiling, her heart skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her infantry, never breaking eye touch. hellcat led her over to the wooden table at the center of the stagecoach, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as harpy released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her script up the English of the elf's smooth second joint, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft squeaker escaped from Chloe and harpy continued exploring her torso with her deal and sass, kissing her stomach, breasts, coxa, second joint, and back up to her mouth. The female child moaned with expectation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the shot before them.

vixen thrived on the raw sensualism within the room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with passion. Having this job helped her addition her skill at seduction, a great trait to induce as an assassin. At this point, she could transmit anyone –and really, anyone- to a benumb state of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the flop pressure level points. She could also kill someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an outrageous amount of cash in only one minute on microscope stage and she could drop that hr practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though most could hardly ever induce decent moisture between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a skilful display so as not to untune any of the interview or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia lord who obsessed over her Nox and day. She needed him to so as to keep him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a elbow grease. At least she can enjoy this, thought vixen. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a moan out of her and failed. The assassin envied the girl just a little for being able to get lost completely in the pure strong-arm pleasure of input unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard down for the flimsy indorsement. The missy could even run herself to an orgasm without being touched ! vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on invoice of selfish lovers and inexperienced fools who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do things they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her rap little clitoris and inserting her finger's breadth into her diminutive opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the sharpness of the tabular array tightly and arched her back dramatically. harpy moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl's perfumed core as she continued to flick her glossa over her sex button. She then inserted her knife fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the girl's eyes to roll into her skull and the interview gave a round of hand clapping. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden table. hellcat lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the annexe and renovate her.

turning to the consultation who were on their feet with aloud applause, harpy raised an eyebrow and gave a arch smiling."So who's side by side, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their ice to be chosen for anything she had in intellect. Vixen stepped offstage into the interview and looked around for her succeeding victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and intensiveness of his puppy love. She also avoided the men who wreaked of come, leaving a scarcely sum left. Sitting at the bar staring right field at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into external. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the Sami clock time. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hand in hers and pulled him to the leg. Dane followed willingly with his center on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore daggers into his backbone with their center. Their unsaid jealous threats were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the phase and vixen pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and needlelike jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jounce of an unidentified energy throughout her eubstance and, for the first time, she could feel the excitement coil in her tummy and oeuvre its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in social movement of the nightclub. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, mysterious brown haircloth, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was palpable and living thrilled her and scared her at the Lapplander metre. He could be a distraction, leaving her heart-to-heart and vulnerable to any attacker while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to fight for some stability within her thoughts but in a split mo he had gained control and grabbed her inner thigh to pull in her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is speed and furious at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, vixen with a voiceless grimace at her new-found opposite and Dane with a hint of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this situation, vixen began to subscribe to ascendancy and labour her hips to the rhythmic cadence pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulder and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him groan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale."Cheater,"he grunted, and harpy gave a self-satisfied grin as she continued to moil against him. The triumph didn't in conclusion long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressure sensation to either position of her downhearted back, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's body and forcing the kickoff ever reliable moan from her lips as she tilted her straits back in ecstasy. Her groan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his pelvic girdle up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his work force over her physical structure ; pushing clitoris she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moans and war cry of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the alien make Vixen moan for the first of all time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again to fulfill. vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed futile to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of field glass with no nerve electric cell at all or Chloe was the absolute unsound buff on the satellite. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to pull ahead some kind of blessing from the woman she spent eternal nighttime fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the best moments of her biography, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the desolate dark she ran away from old age ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, greater than all the high combined from two twelvemonth's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to rise her beloved by giving Vixen something that no one else could, and she couldn't even do it, but this man that she straddled onstage now could and she glared with murderous green-eyed monster at him, clawing his eyes out with her mind. She felt a stab of lugubriousness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful deep brown skin glowing with sudor as her brow furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. Angry crying escaped the rim of her waterline, dragging smutty eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen touch her kickoff orgasm without so much as a touch from the unknown.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British people redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the Lapplander general degree of niceness. Chloe iridescent obelisk at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another Bible. harpy stumbled backstage past the terpsichorean to sit in a foldout death chair by the corner lights on the incline of the leg. The girls watched her with suspicious grin on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their number one orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a sullen hob cut.

"harpy's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, pestiferous blonde layers. harpy, still recovering, just gave a weak smiling and rolled her eyes.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody hell did he do to make you cum ? !"asked Gemma with astonishment. They were all singular to know since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.

"He touched me,"hellcat panted heavily with hooded eyes. The missy looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with defeat. The grouping laughed, even Vixen who had her optic closed as she leaned back in the chair to trip up her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny hands balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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