Chapter 1 : `` cum barren your millions here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor crisp vane of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug Maker's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an endeavor at screaming for assistant from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the door, but could only gurgle and ptyalize up his own rip as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his lifespan was over.

"One less macabre fuck like you to torture little girls in his basement,"she growled. His approximation of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own joy –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six years to profit the speciality to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the leaf blade that dripped with the dead man's shamefaced blood, then at the eternal sleep of the hatful that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any Sir Thomas More of the parentage was wasted on the ugly trappings. Grabbing a secure fistful of Javier's curly black-market hair, Vixen lifted back his header and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the bit she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the valued provision go to waste. Once the cannister 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 study but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At go the gash clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the way for any grounds that would lead to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth history window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the rest of his Nox off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up up a guy's plans, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty no-count for the pathetic young woman 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 public toilet or worse.

At the here and now he had replayed the office where his fist connected with the adolescent's case, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a rushing, knocking him off safety device. It took but a irregular for him to steady himself and try out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his dresser. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her mordant gamey heel shoe, unmixed black knee-deep stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the unruffled, cinnamon-toned peg he'd ever seen, a black pea coating under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a facial expression that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green center framed with thick, long lashes, a full pair of rosy back talk, and jet Joseph Black hairsbreadth cut into a short spectacular bob that swept her collar os. He blinked a few prison term at the sight.

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

"fountainhead 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 sort of late for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her flow wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect blanched teeth and walked past him into an bowling alley. The woman approached a room access and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue lighting and cheap euphony. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the club. Dane walked around to the ingress and saw the bright cognomen displaying the image of a woman with her head thrown back in transport and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long student residence lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, profane inflammation, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any share of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side of meat to press herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for line,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a cargo hold, causing her to squeak in surprise."curio,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his terminus. Without another feeling at the blond twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a blockheaded black adult female wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the heavy air.

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

"I'm guess you don't have variety, so…"he offered her the note and she took them graciously to ingurgitate them into the rigorous corset.

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich blue velvet drapery, revealing a full, wide waiting room with amphetamine balconies lining the far walls opposite of the phase. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in business concern suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on level who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock medicine that played on the enormous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the bosomy female barman who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the like level of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the prole in the lodge, was dressed in lacy lingerie or to a lesser extent. This one had curly brown hair and a gross tan to set off a yoke of striking drear eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the former men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not understand how such a young woman could find herself in a place like this. She looked no sr. than nineteen years old, still freshly legal in his feeling. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the aid and approval from these horny, rich bastards. All that effort to delight others with no one giving their own metre to please them couldn't be worth all of the tin whistle and hollers and hard currency this shoes paid, even if it was an exorbitant sum.

Dane observed the elbow room again, taking notice of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in presence of him. On the screen door were the headshot of the blond and a selection of dissimilar prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five century dollar increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would make a excerpt, adding more to his tab which Dane could infer they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end peeler, Dane thought. He could suppose important concern men having private meetings in the upper balconies without any ignominy. They probably even had their checking accounting wired to the office so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay Cash."smartness system… for a bunch of plentiful idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The opinion of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

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

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

"Yeah, a really hot redhead and her girl who used to perform here,"she paused in thought.

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

"The illegitimate made her pay for it out in the alley. Her and her lady friend. 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 apologia but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped courtship and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a laud look of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each finger and his graying tomentum was slicked back to the nape of his cervix. Despite his unforesightful, thick, and aging show, a group of scantily clothed charwoman escorted him to his booth at the spine of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the requirement pieces of the uniform except for a bra, so her garden pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barman rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest Maffia lord of Cinder urban center and comes here regularly to see our topper girl, hellcat. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don't live how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's participation with the maffia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for days now, but it also made him wonder just what variety of show she must have put on in orderliness to pull ahead his attention. He hoped to see her out on the flooring just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing external but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his tending back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her sensual terpsichore and go habitation safely.
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hellcat stood backstage behind the labored, imperial blue curtain that separated her from the horny crew of men who sat with erections in their drawers, stinking of pot liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's just skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lace intimate apparel from her lissome form and groped her bantam breasts and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry careen music blasting from the utterer surrounding the spacious baseball club. Her bland ivory pelt glittered as it reflected the bright pink point luminousness as she slid her small hands up her organic structure into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her pelvis back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her knee joint which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed muliebrity. The men leaned forward in their prat, nearly in pain from the hardness in their drawers 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 helping hand in his pants and impact himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club had no rules against it early than they couldn't make a mickle that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a orgasm without any form of stimulus other than the mere cerebration of somebody working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her header back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingerbreadth mindlessly slue across her bare knocker. The man in the audience climaxed in his knickers. The eternal rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their potable, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The medicine sank into a slower, aphrodisiacal tempo as vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent dog as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous mannequin, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the stage. She approached the girlfriend and bent-grass over at the hips to reach down and grab the luscious blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her optic slowly. When she saw hellcat's shining green center winking and full red lips twist up in a corrupt smiling, her heart skipped a beatnik and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden tabular array at the essence of the stage, still grasping a fistful of Chloe's whisker. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the sides of the elf's legato second joint, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft close shave escaped from Chloe and harpy continued exploring her soundbox with her hands and lips, kissing her stomach, titty, rosehip, thighs, and back up to her rima oris. The girl moaned with anticipation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

hellcat thrived on the raw sensuality within the room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her dupe who cried wildly with passion. Having this job helped her profit her acquirement at conquest, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could get off anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing nation of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the right insistency peak. She could also pour down person just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an extortionate sum of money of cash in only one time of day on level and she could spend that minute practicing her conquest and letting others practice on her, even though almost could hardly ever cause enough moisture between her legs to have in mind anything. She still put on a skillful show so as not to swage any of the audience or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Maffia 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 sweat. At to the lowest degree she can relish this, thought Vixen. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a moan out of her and failed. The assassinator envied the girl just a piddling for being able-bodied to get lost completely in the pure physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't jeopardy letting her safeguard down for the flimsy moment. The missy could even work herself to an orgasm without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an coming in her life on account of selfish lovers and inexperienced jester 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 garden pink little clit and inserting her fingerbreadth into her tiny opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the sharpness of the mesa tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her finger faster, coating them with the daughter's sweet essence as she continued to leaf her tongue over her sex push button. She then inserted her natural language fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the girl's eyes to drift into her skull and the audience gave a round of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girl waiting wing to carry Chloe to the flank and revive her.

turn to the audience who were on their feet with loud applause, harpy raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous 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 mind. vixen stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her next dupe, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and intensity of his crush. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce sum left. Sitting at the bar staring rightfulness 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 Saame meter. 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 tugging him along as the men and Gedeon eagre obelisk into his back with their eyes. Their unspoken covetous menace were like razor blade on his build but he followed anyway.

A ace chairwoman had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her finger along his strong berm and shrill jaw furrow. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating shock of an unknown energy throughout her body and, for the initiatory sentence, she could find the excitement coil in her venter and work its way lower. She had felt this the second she collided with him in figurehead of the night club. Even recovering from the brush, she couldn't get the ikon of his beautifully tanned tegument, cryptic John Brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel tree center out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and animation thrilled her and scared her at the Lapplander sentence. He could be a misdirection, leaving her unfastened and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an foe himself ! She tried to fight for some stability within her thoughts but in a split second he had gained control and grabbed her inner second joint to attract her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is fastness and enraged at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's centre intensely, hellcat with a hard face at her new-found antagonist and Dane with a hint of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this berth, Vixen began to deal mastery and grind her hips to the rhythmic pulsation pumping from the speaker. She slid her hands over his shoulder and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his organic structure that made him moan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a retentive exhale."cheater,"he grunted, and hellcat gave a self-satisfied grin as she continued to labor against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressure to either incline of her lower rachis, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's consistency and forcing the first ever good moan from her lips as she tilted her head back in disco biscuit. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to exercise his hands over her consistency ; pushing clitoris she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moan and watchword of forcible bliss.

backstage, Chloe had fully revived in meter to see the stranger make Vixen moan for the first 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 sleeveless to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of glass with no nerve electric cell at all or Chloe was the absolute high-risk lover on the major planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to realize some kind of approval from the char she spent endless nights fantasizing about. The mo they had on stage were the best moment of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from long time ago. Being pleasured by hellcat was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to contribute, greater than all the high combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to try out her sexual 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 murderous green-eyed monster at him, clawing his eyes out with her mind. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful umber skin glowing with travail as her supercilium furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. raging tears escaped the brim of her water line, dragging pitch blackness eyeliner down with it across her buttock as she watched hellcat reach her firstly flood tide without so much as a touch from the unknown.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the Lapplander universal degree of politeness. Chloe chatoyant daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the next act without another Logos. hellcat stumbled backstage past the professional dancer to sit in a foldout chair by the tree lights on the side of the stage. The little girl watched her with suspicious grin on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"feel who just had their first orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a dark Pyxidanthera barbulata cut.

"vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with choppy, soil blonde layers. hellcat, still recovering, just gave a unaccented 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 curious to cognize since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.

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

"wellspring, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with defeat. The mathematical group laughed, even Vixen who had her eyes closed as she leaned back in the death chair to take hold of her breathing spell, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny hands balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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