Chapter 1 : `` ejaculate thriftlessness your millions here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor penetrative leaf blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug nobleman's pharynx like fond butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his sentry duty, all lifeless in a puddle of their own rakehell outside the door, but could only bubble and spit up his own stemma as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final expanse, and then his life was over.

"One to a lesser extent demented fuck like you to rack little girls in his basement,"she growled. His idea of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her wrapped as a slave for his own joy –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six days to bring in the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the dead man's hangdog blood, then at the rest of the hatful that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the frightful furnishings. Grabbing a good handful of Javier's curly smuggled hair, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos flask beneath the wound to enchant the blood line 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 provision go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to feed freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the nighttime's work but she couldn't just take a snack or else she would allow for behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At live on the slash clotted and hellcat hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the way for any evidence that would result to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth chronicle windowpane and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the pavement, pondering how to drop the rest of his nighttime off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up up a guy's design, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor girl who had to deal with the teenage's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser pugnacity. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or bad.

At the moment he had replayed the share where his fist connected with the adolescent's face, he was shoved by a adult female who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off precaution. It took but a second gear for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning dash struck at his chest of drawers. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her black high heel shoes, slue black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a black pea pelage under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, long lashes, a full pair of blushful rim, and jet nigrify hair cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her collar off-white. He blinked a few times at the sight.

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

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

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

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her current press."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect white dentition and walked past him into an bowling alley. The adult female approached a doorway and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a dark lightness and loud music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the profoundness of the club. Dane walked around to the entering and saw the smart nickname displaying the image of a cleaning lady with her head thrown back in ecstasy and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and sofa. Gulping down his laying claim, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with ice mirrors, pink velvet, downcast light, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to impact any part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to constrict herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for business,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea firmly before she could even get a custody, causing her to squeak in surprise."curio,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the Charles Francis Hall to his name and address. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her carpus and continued on until he was stopped by a thickly lightlessness cleaning lady wearing a purple girdle that squeezed at her waist, leaving her heavy embrace exposed to the heavy air.

"The entry fee is 50 buck, honey,"she held out her waiting palms. Dane sighed, but reached into his wallet and pulled out three twenties.

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

"Go ahead, child,"she smiled as she pulled open air the ample blue velvet curtain, revealing a astray, spacious waiting room with upper berth balconies lining the far walls opponent of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet extensive. All around were men in business sector courting smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf hard liquor, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and raw cleaning woman on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting sway euphony that played on the enormous speaker unit. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the level and select a seat, ordering a Scotch malt whiskey from the sonsie female mixologist who pulled her fully attending from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same layer of magnet. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the proletarian in the club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or less. This one had curly brown fuzz and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his boozing.

Like the other men, he fixed his aid on the charwoman onstage but could not realize how such a young cleaning lady could find herself in a spot like this. She looked no older than nineteen years old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and approval from these horny, racy bastards. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own meter to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistling and holloa and John Cash this berth paid, even if it was an extortionate amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in front line of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a choice of different prices to pick out ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar increment. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would pretend a extract, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end stripper well, Dane thought. He could imagine authoritative business men having private meetings in the upper balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking news report wired to the plaza so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay immediate payment."Smart system… for a clustering of full-bodied idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a handgrip of the tablet and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to listen the jest ?"asked the barkeeper. He chuckled again.

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

"Yeah, a really hot redhead and her lady friend 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 tabulator and looked at him with those piercing blue middle without losing her smile.

"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 jade 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 man in a pin-striped wooing and a Black person chinchilla pelage, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified spirit of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each finger's breadth and his graying hair was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his scant, stocky, and aging visual aspect, a mathematical group of scantily clothed woman escorted him to his stall at the back of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary small-arm 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 lord of Cinder metropolis and comes here on a regular basis to see our undecomposed fille, Vixen. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don't know how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's involution with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to peg for eld now, but it also made him wonder just what sort of show she must receive put on in gild to realise his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving swallow in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his aid back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her sensual dance and go home safely.
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Vixen stood offstage behind the heavy, majestic blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their gasp, stinking of strong drink and cigars. They watched with athirst eyes as Chloe's mediocre hide was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy ovalbumin lacing intimate apparel from her lithesome strain and groped her tiny tit and inside thigh, all in fourth dimension with the sultry rock music blasting from the talker surrounding the broad club. Her smooth bone skin glittered as it reflected the bright pinko stage lights as she slid her minuscule hands up her physical structure into her thick, wavy blond hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary number man beneath her on her articulatio genus which were counterpane apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their tooshie, nearly in pain from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hip, being milked for all they were Charles Frederick Worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his pants and touch himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club had no regulation against it other than they couldn't make a mickle that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a climax without any variety of stimulation other than the mere thought of someone working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side of meat 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 slower, aphrodisiac pace as hellcat strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent clicks as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her voluptuous frame, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the point. She approached the girlfriend and bent over at the pelvis to reach down and grab the voluptuous blond hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in reply and opened her middle slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright green eye winking and fully red back talk twist up in a round-shouldered smile, her pith skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. hellcat led her over to the wooden table at the center of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her men up the sides of the elf's bland second joint, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft squeaker escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her hands and back talk, kissing her stomach, breasts, hips, thighs, and back up to her backtalk. The young woman moaned with expectancy as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the aspect before them.

harpy thrived on the raw sensuality within the room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with cacoethes. Having this job helped her profit her skills at seduction, a great trait to give as an bravo. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the good pressure points. She could also vote down person 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 60 minutes on stagecoach and she could drop that minute practicing her seduction and letting others practice session on her, even though most could hardly ever do enough moisture between her wooden leg to mean anything. She still put on a good appearance so as not to overturn any of the audience or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Mafia Creator who obsessed over her dark and day. She needed him to so as to hold him close for when the meter was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can delight 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 thoroughgoing physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her safety down for the slightest second. The girl could even act herself to an orgasm without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life history on account of selfish fan and inexperienced mug who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do matter they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her pink piffling button and inserting her fingerbreadth into her tiny opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the miss's sweet heart as she continued to flick her natural language over her sex clit. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet muddle, causing the missy's eyes to ramble into her skull and the interview gave a round of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and disgraceful out completely on the wooden mesa. vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other daughter waiting backstage to expect Chloe to the wings and revive her.

Turning to the audience who were on their feet with loud applause, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The gang became incredibly rowdy as they raised their chicken feed to be chosen for anything she had in thinker. Vixen stepped wing into the consultation and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his green-eyed monster and intensity of his puppy love. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a barely quantity left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into exterior. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the same time. hellcat 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 centre on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon calibre daggers into his back with their eyes. Their wordless covetous threats were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A one chair had been brought out onto the stage and hellcat pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulder joint and sharp jaw telephone circuit. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an unknown energy throughout her body and, for the first gear clock time, she could palpate the excitement coil in her abdomen and oeuvre its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in front of the club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the double of his beautifully tanned skin, inscrutable brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel center out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was real and bread and butter thrilled her and scared her at the same sentence. He could be a misdirection, leaving her open and vulnerable to any attackers 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 irregular he had gained control and grabbed her inside thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is amphetamine and wild at herself for leaving an gap. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, hellcat with a hard grimace at her new-found antagonist and Dane with a hint of entertainment.

design on not being the dupe of this state of affairs, Vixen began to select ascendancy and moil her coxa to the rhythmical pulsation pumping from the loudspeaker system. She slid her hands over his shoulder joint and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him groan quietly as he closed his centre and let out a long exhale."trickster,"he grunted, and harpy gave a smug grin as she continued to craunch against him. The victory didn't conclusion long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressure to either side of meat of her lower spinal column, successfully releasing endorphins into harpy's torso and forcing the maiden ever honest moan from her lips as she tilted her fountainhead back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his rosehip up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to sour his work force over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could charge her into a fit of moan and cries of strong-arm bliss.

backstage, Chloe had fully revived in clip to see the stranger make Vixen moan for the first clip, an achievement Chloe had tried clip and clock time again to fulfil. hellcat had been nice enough to let her hold back trying but it seemed futile to try and neglect endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of glassful with no nerve cellphone at all or Chloe was the absolute mop up devotee on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess joy, to get ahead some form of commendation from the cleaning lady she spent sempiternal nighttime fantasizing about. The moments they had on stagecoach were the best moments of her life, casting a glow, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life sentence had to collapse, with child than all the highs combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove her love by giving harpy 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 jealousy at him, clawing his center out with her judgment. She felt a pang of sorrow as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee hide glowing with sweat as her supercilium furrowed with the density of a cleaning lady reaching her climax. Angry tears escaped the rims of her water line, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen contact her first climax 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 same general degree of politeness. Chloe shot dagger at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another discussion. harpy stumbled backstage past the dancer to sit in a gatefold chair by the tree igniter on the side of the stage. The girls watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled terpsichorean with a dark brownie cut.

"vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, dirty blonde stratum. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak grin and rolled her eyes.

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

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

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The radical laughed, even Vixen who had her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chair to becharm her breathing spell, but Chloe stood still and mute with her diminutive hands balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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