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

The razor shrewd vane of her blade was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like warmly butter. Javier, however, made an attack at screaming for avail from his guard, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the threshold, but could only bubble and spit up his own line of descent as he watched the assassin pull the blade away in one terminal chimneysweep, and then his life was over.

"One less sick fuck like you to rack lilliputian girls in his basement,"she growled. His idea of a good sentence reminded her of the warlock who held her absorbed as a slave for his own pleasure –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only xv. It had taken her six eld to earn the strong suit to mow down him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the short man's hangdog parentage, then at the rest of the heap that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the atrocious furnishings. Grabbing a undecomposed handful of Javier's curly black hair, vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the combat injury to bewitch the lineage that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to cause any of the precious supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's employment but she couldn't just adopt a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the gash clotted and hellcat hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would top to the establishment. When she found none she fled to the tenth story window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to pass the residue of his night off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up a guy's plans, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the hapless girlfriend who had to deal with the teen's drunken courage 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 share where his fist connected with the teenager's grimace, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurriedness, knocking him off sentry go. It took but a 2nd for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning deadbolt struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His oculus trailed up from her Joseph Black high heel place, sheer pitch-black knee-high stockings topped with a pinko garter wrapped around the still, cinnamon-toned peg he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could equal Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, hanker lashes, a fully pair of rosy sassing, and jet black hairsbreadth cut into a dead dramatic bob that swept her nab os. He blinked a few clock time 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 intimation out of me with those eyes,"he said with a smile. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his dalliance.

"Sorry for running into you ; I'm kind of late 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 charwoman approached a threshold and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a naughty light and garish medicine. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the clubhouse. Dane walked around to the entry and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a woman with her forefront thrown back in cristal and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his effrontery, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with chicken feed mirrors, pink velvet, blue ignition, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to tinge any part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to press herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for line of work,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a storage area, causing her to squeak in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an supercilium as he looked further down the hall to his finish. Without another feeling at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a buddy-buddy black woman wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waistline, leaving her fleshy breast exposed to the heavy air.

"The entry fee is l one dollar bill, honey,"she held out her waiting palm. Dane sighed, but reached into his wallet and pulled out three twenties.

"I'm guessing you don't have modification, so…"he offered her the account and she took them graciously to choke up them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled opened the rich blue velvet curtain, revealing a full, wide lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite of the point. The point itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in concern courting smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gaze at the petite, blond, and naked cleaning woman on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting Rock music that played on the enormous talker. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the leg and chose a behind, ordering a scotch from the busty female bartender who pulled her wide-cut attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same floor of attraction. He nodded a hi to the hot brunet as he tried to disregard the fact that she, just like all the workers in the club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or less. This one had curly brown whisker and a sodding tan to set off a pair of striking blue eye that were fixed on Dane as she poured his beverage.

Like the other men, he fixed his tending on the adult female onstage but could not understand how such a Danton True Young woman could find herself in a place like this. She looked no older than nineteen days old, still saucily legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and favorable reception from these horny, copious illegitimate child. All that exploit to please others with no one giving their own sentence to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollers and Johnny Cash this shoes paid, even if it was an steep amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice 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 survival of different toll to take ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five C dollar increase. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would have a survival, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the Night. High-end ecdysiast, Dane thought. He could imagine important business concern men having private meetings in the upper balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the lieu so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."smarting system… for a caboodle of plenteous idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the push button she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to pick up the joke ?"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 Aythya americana 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 barman leaned over the retort and looked at him with those piercing blue sky eyes without losing her smile.

"The mother fucker made her pay for it out in the alleyway. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her grinning and returned to her body of work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her slovenly woman 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 black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified feel of self-importance. The man wore an overweening amount of money rings on each finger and his graying tomentum was slicked back to the nape of his neck opening. Despite his short, heavyset, and aging appearance, a chemical group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his booth at the rear of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary firearm of the undifferentiated except for a bra, so her garden pink teat stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest Maffia overlord of clinker City and comes here regularly to see our best girl, vixen. She's got him wrapped around her finger, 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 have put on in order to gain his care. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing remote but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his attending back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her sensual dance and go domicile safely.
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harpy stood backstage behind the laboured, royal blue devil drape that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erection in their pants, stinking of strong drink and cigars. They watched with hungry eye as Chloe's carnival hide was revealed niggling by little as she removed the skimpy blanched lace intimate apparel from her lithesome form and groped her petite chest and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry rock-and-roll music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious clubhouse. Her legato ivory tegument glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage lights as she slid her modest hands up her trunk into her midst, wavy blonde hair, rocking her coxa back and forth, grinding the fanciful man beneath her on her stifle which were bed covering apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their tush, nearly in pain sensation from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating coxa, being milked for all they were Charles Frederick Worth. One man even went far enough as to put his helping hand in his pants and touch himself with unconstraint. He could go ahead ; the nine had no dominion against it other than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a climax without any sort of stimulant other than the mere thought of someone working her to a head-spinning coming. She threw her head back in cristal as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her finger mindlessly slid across her bare tit. The man in the audience climaxed in his trouser. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinkable, and tapped wildly on their tablet as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a dense, sexier tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent clicks as she swung her hip joint. The men's eyes followed her every motion and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous figure, completely forgetting the elf-like form lying on the phase. She approached the girl and bent grass over at the articulatio coxae to reach down and seize the toothsome blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eye slowly. When she saw Vixen's hopeful green eyes winking and full red rim twist up in a crooked smile, her heart skipped a cadence and she rose immediately to her animal foot, never breaking eye link. vixen led her over to the wooden table at the pith of the point, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her haircloth and kissed her sensually, sliding her handwriting up the sides of the elf's unruffled thighs, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A flabby squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her consistency with her work force and backtalk, kissing her belly, breasts, hips, thigh, and back up to her rima oris. The fille moaned with prevision as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

harpy thrived on the raw sensuality within the elbow room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with rage. Having this job helped her gain her acquirement at seduction, a corking trait to cause as an assassin. At this full stop, she could beam anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing province of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the justly pressure peak. She could also kill someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant measure of cash in only one hour on stage and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice session on her, even though well-nigh could hardly ever make enough moisture between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a good show so as not to swage any of the audience or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia lord who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to save him close for when the metre was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can enjoy this, thought Vixen. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a groan out of her and failed. The bravo envied the girlfriend just a minuscule for being able-bodied to get lost completely in the virginal strong-arm pleasance of stimulus unlike her who couldn't jeopardy letting her guard down for the slim endorsement. The girl could even play herself to an orgasm without being touched ! vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on story of selfish lover and inexperient 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 pink piffling button and inserting her fingers into her midget opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her digit faster, coating them with the daughter's cherubic nub as she continued to flick her tongue over her sex button. She then inserted her natural language fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the daughter's eye to roam into her skull and the audience gave a rhythm of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and Shirley Temple Black out completely on the wooden table. harpy lapped up the remaining succus and signaled the other lady friend waiting backstage to acquit Chloe to the fender and renovate 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 glasses to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped backstage into the audience and looked around for her next dupe, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a hardly amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised supercilium was the man she ran into outside. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the like clock time. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hand in hers and pulled him to the point. Dane followed willingly with his eye on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon aegir dagger into his spine with their eyes. Their unsaid jealous threats were like razor blades on his pulp but he followed anyway.

A ace chair had been brought out onto the level and Vixen pushed him down into the bottom as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingerbreadth along his strong shoulders and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an unknown Department of Energy throughout her torso and, for the first time, she could feel the excitement spiral in her stomach and piece of work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in front line of the golf club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, mystifying John Brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel tree middle out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and life thrilled her and scared her at the same prison term. He could be a misdirection, leaving her opened and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an foe himself ! She tried to fight for some stableness within her opinion but in a split second he had gained controller and grabbed her inner thigh to tear her into his lap so that she straddled him. hellcat gasped, startled at is focal ratio and angered at herself for leaving an hatchway. They stared into each former's eye intensely, harpy with a grueling grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a tinge of entertainment.

purpose on not being the victim of this spot, harpy began to take control and fag her hips to the rhythmic beatnik pumping from the verbalizer. 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 eyes and let out a long exhale."trickster,"he grunted, and harpy gave a smug smiling as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressure to either sides of her lower spinal column, successfully releasing endorphins into vixen's body and forcing the first ever honest moan from her lips as she tilted her drumhead back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his articulatio coxae up once then slowly soil himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his hands over her body ; pushing clit she never knew existed that could charge her into a fit of groan and shout of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in fourth dimension to see the stranger make Vixen groan for the first metre, an achievement Chloe had tried clock time and clip again to fulfill. vixen had been nice enough to let her restrain trying but it seemed otiose to try and fail endlessly. It was like the char was either truly made of glass with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the absolute high-risk lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess joy, to gain some form of blessing from the adult female she spent endless nighttime fantasizing about. The moments they had on level were the best moments of her living, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from 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 gear combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to demonstrate her lovemaking 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 jealousy at him, clawing his eyes out with her mind. She felt a twinge of sorrowfulness as she looked upon vixen's beautiful coffee cutis glowing with swither as her eyebrow furrowed with the concentration of a adult female reaching her climax. Angry split escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging ignominious eyeliner down with it across her buttock as she watched hellcat accomplish her first orgasm without so very much as a touching from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same world-wide degree of politeness. Chloe shot dagger at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another word. Vixen stumbled backstage past the social dancer to sit in a foldout chair by the tree spark on the incline of the stage. The young lady watched her with wary smile on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"flavour who just had their initiatory sexual climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled social dancer with a dark pixie cut.

"hellcat's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with choppy, dirty blonde layers. vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak smiling and rolled her center.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody hell did he do to make 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,"Vixen panted heavily with hooded optic. The girls looked at each former, dumbfounded.

"fountainhead, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The group laughed, even harpy who had her optic closed as she leaned back in the chair to catch her hint, but Chloe stood still and still with her midget helping hand balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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