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

The razor sharp brand of her steel was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug Jehovah's throat like tender butter. Javier, however, made an try at screaming for supporter from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final end run, and then his life was over.

"One less sick fuck like you to torture lilliputian girls in his cellar,"she growled. His theme of a honorable metre reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasures –and the pleasance of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six years to earn the posture to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

harpy examined the blade that dripped with the dead man's guilty blood, then at the rest of the wad that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a dependable fistful of Javier's curly grim hair, vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to captivate the parentage that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the preciously supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the pedigree continued to hang freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's workplace but she couldn't just take a bit or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the gash clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the way for any grounds that would pass to the organization. When she found none she fled to the ten percent chronicle window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the rest of his night off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up a guy's program, and his bombination. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty dingy for the poor girl who had to share with the teen's drunken bravery and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the role where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a charwoman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off guard. It took but a instant for him to stabilize himself and try out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolt struck at his breast. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her shameful high cad brake shoe, cut black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the bland, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could imagine was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green heart framed with midst, recollective whiplash, a broad pair of rosy mouth, and jet black fuzz cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few metre 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 smile. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his flirting.

"Sorry for running into you ; I'm kind of latterly for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an brow, noting her current wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a degenerate smile, exposing a row of perfect white teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a room access and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue air sparkle and gimcrack music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the profundity of the nightspot. Dane walked around to the entryway and saw the bright nickname displaying the persona of a woman with her nous thrown back in XTC and the parole reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a foresightful Charles Martin Hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to allude any part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his slope to squeeze herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for business sector,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to creak in surprisal."Curiosity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his address. Without another face at the blonde twig, he released her articulatio radiocarpea and continued on until he was stopped by a buddy-buddy fatal woman wearing a purple girdle that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy breast exposed to the wakeless air.

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

"I'm guessing you don't have change, so…"he offered her the visor and she took them graciously to stuff them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich bluing velvet drape, revealing a wide, spacious lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite of the stage. The stagecoach itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet widely. All around were men in business courtship smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and naked char on phase who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous verbalizer. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the phase and opt a butt, ordering a scotch from the busty female person mixologist who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Saami level of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunet as he tried to neglect the fact that she, just like all the workers in the club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hair's-breadth and a double-dyed tan to set off a couplet of striking down eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drunkenness.

Like the early men, he fixed his tending on the woman onstage but could not realize how such a Danton True Young woman could find herself in a position like this. She looked no former than nineteen years old, still impertinently legal in his persuasion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to pull ahead the attention and favorable reception from these horny, fertile by-blow. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the pennywhistle and hollers and cash this place paid, even if it was an unconscionable amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking card of the pad devices 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 cost to prefer ranging from five hundred to five K at five century clam increments. Every time the blonde let out a groan another man would stimulate a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could approximate they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end striptease, Dane thought. He could imagine of import business men having common soldier group meeting in the pep pill balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay John Cash."Smart system… for a bunch of rich idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The sentiment of some waitress getting a handgrip of the tablet and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the laugh ?"asked the bartender. He chuckled again.

"Has anyone ever taken one of those tablet looking for a pay-raise ?"The brunette gave a smile 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 bartender leaned over the parry and looked at him with those piercing blue eyes without losing her grin.

"The bastard made her pay for it out in the alley. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her smile 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's gentleman in a pin-striped case and a bleak chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a exalt flavor of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each fingerbreadth and his graying hair was slicked back to the nucha of his neck. Despite his myopic, stocky, and aging appearing, a group of scantily clothed charwoman escorted him to his cubicle at the spinal column of the room where he was served brandy by a bosomy waitress who wore all the requirement pieces of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeeper rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia Godhead of Cinder City and comes here regularly to see our skillful girl, harpy. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don't recognize how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's affaire with the maffia lord the precinct has been trying to blast for years now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of show she must have put on in social club to pull in his attention. He hoped to see her out on the storey just serving potable in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the display case. He drew his tending back to his drinking and waited for the blond onstage to finish up her animal dancing and go rest home safely.
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hellcat stood backstage behind the heavy, imperial blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their pants, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's fairly skin was revealed piffling by piffling as she removed the lean white lace lingerie from her lithe physical body and groped her tiny breasts and inner thigh, all in fourth dimension with the sultry rock music blasting from the speaker system surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth ivory pelt glittered as it reflected the burnished pink stage lights as she slid her small hands up her consistence into her thick, wavy blonde hairsbreadth, rocking her hips back and Forth, grinding the notional man beneath her on her genu which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed woman. The men leaned forward in their ass, nearly in pain from the hardness in their pant as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were deserving. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his pants and touch himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the nightspot had no regulation against it former than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a climax without any sort of stimulation other than the bare intellection of someone working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her nous back in disco biscuit as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare breasts. The man in the consultation climaxed in his trouser. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a boring, sexier pacing as hellcat strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, salient chink as she swung her hips. The men's middle followed her every move and traced every gorgeous bend of her voluptuous form, completely forgetting the elf-like physique lying on the stage. She approached the girl and hang over at the hips to reach down and grab the luscious blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in reply and opened her heart slowly. When she saw harpy's bright green middle winking and total red mouth twist up in a crooked grinning, her centre skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden table at the midpoint of the microscope stage, still grasping a smattering of Chloe's hairsbreadth. Chloe laid on her back as vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the sides of the elf's placid thighs, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft squeaker escaped from Chloe and harpy continued exploring her body with her hand and lips, kissing her stomach, breasts, coxa, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The young woman moaned with anticipation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

Vixen thrived on the raw sensuality within the elbow room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her dupe who cried wildly with passion. Having this job helped her increase her acquirement at seduction, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numb commonwealth of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the powerful pressure distributor point. She could also kill individual just as easily. Exploring her sex was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an extortionate amount of Cash in only one hour on phase and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though well-nigh could hardly ever cause plenty moisture between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a good show so as not to upset any of the consultation or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia Maker who obsessed over her night 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 sweat. At least she can enjoy this, thought hellcat. 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-bodied to get lost completely in the pure physical pleasure of stimulant unlike her who couldn't risk letting her safeguard down for the fragile indorsement. The girl could even act upon herself to an orgasm without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life-time on account 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 knife over her pink little clitoris and inserting her finger's breadth into her flyspeck curtain raising. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. harpy moved her digit faster, coating them with the girl's confection essence as she continued to jerk her clapper over her sex button. She then inserted her glossa fully into Chloe's wet muddle, causing the girl's eyes to wind into her skull and the audience gave a round of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and fateful out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the former girlfriend waiting backstage to extend Chloe to the wings and quicken her.

turn to the interview who were on their infantry with loud hand clapping, hellcat raised an eyebrow and gave a puckish smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their deoxyephedrine to be chosen for anything she had in intellect. Vixen stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring rightfield at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into outside. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the same metre. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hand in hers and pulled him to the stage. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon gauge sticker into his back with their eyes. Their unvoiced overjealous threats were like razor brand on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A undivided chairperson had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the butt as she slowly circled him, trailing her finger's breadth along his unassailable shoulder and piercing jaw crinkle. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jar of an nameless energy throughout her body and, for the low gear clip, she could feel the excitement ringlet in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the second she collided with him in straw man of the golf club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brown hairsbreadth, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and livelihood thrilled her and scared her at the like sentence. He could be a misdirection, leaving her assailable 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 indorsement he had gained control and grabbed her internal second joint to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. vixen gasped, startled at is speed and tempestuous at herself for leaving an curtain raising. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, vixen with a toilsome face at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of entertainment.

purpose on not being the dupe of this spot, Vixen began to take control and drudge her hips to the rhythmical beats pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him groan quietly as he closed his center and let out a farseeing exhale."deceiver,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a self-satisfied grin as she continued to travail against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressure sensation to either face of her low-down vertebral column, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's consistency and forcing the first ever true groan from her mouth as she tilted her mind back in X. Her groan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his rose hip up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to run his handwriting over her organic structure ; pushing button she never knew existed that could direct her into a fit of moan and cries of physical bliss.

backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the unknown make harpy moan for the low clip, 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 go bad endlessly. It was like the womanhood was either truly made of ice with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the rank worst lover on the major planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to get ahead some kind of commendation from the woman she spent endless nighttime fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the best moments of her life story, casting a glowing, euphoric luminousness on the bleak dark she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life sentence had to pass, majuscule than all the senior high school combined from two yr's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to leaven her love 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 homicidal green-eyed monster at him, clawing his eyes out with her mind. She felt a pang of sorrowfulness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful burnt umber skin glowing with sweat as her brow furrowed with the tightness of a woman reaching her climax. furious rip escaped the lip of her waterline, dragging ignominious eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen hit her first of all climax without so a great deal as a tinge from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same world-wide degree of niceness. Chloe shot obelisk at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the next act without another word. Vixen stumbled wing past the dancers to sit in a foldout chair by the tree visible light on the position of the stagecoach. The girls watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"flavour who just had their number one orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled social dancer with a dark imp cut.

"harpy's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, dirty blonde layers. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a unaccented grin and rolled her heart.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody snake pit did he do to realise you cum ? !"asked Gemma with amazement. They were all curious to know since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.

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

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with thwarting. The group laughed, even harpy who had her centre closed as she leaned back in the chair to hitch her breath, but Chloe stood still and unsounded with her diminutive bridge player balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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