Chapter 1 : `` Come waste product your one thousand thousand here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor acute blade of her blade was soundless as it slit through the figure of the drug Creator's pharynx like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the doorway, but could only gurgle and spew up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his life was over.

"One LE sick fucking like you to torment minuscule girlfriend in his basement,"she growled. His idea of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasures –and the pleasure of his guests- when she was only 15. It had taken her six years to gain the long suit to butcher him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

harpy examined the blade that dripped with the dead man's guilty pedigree, then at the rest of the batch that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos bottle before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishing. Grabbing a adept fistful of Javier's curly disastrous pilus, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos bottle beneath the injury to capture the descent that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the consequence she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the precious supplying 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 work but she couldn't just take a sharpness or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the slice clotted and harpy hurriedly stowed both thermos in her satchel before checking the elbow room for any evidence that would head to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth tale windowpane and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the repose of his Nox off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up a guy's programme, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty deplorable for the poor fille who had to deal with the teen's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser pugnacity. He was just trying to dispense with her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the theatrical role where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilise himself and attempt out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning thunderbolt struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eye trailed up from her black mellow heel brake shoe, sheer black knee-high stockings topped with a garden pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned peg he'd ever seen, a Negro pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could touch Aphrodite herself. She had piercing viridity eye framed with thick, long lashes, a full brace of rosy lips, and jet smuggled hair cut into a short-circuit spectacular bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few prison term 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 hint out of me with those center,"he said with a smile. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his coquetry.

"Sorry for running into you ; I'm form of later for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her current press."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of thoroughgoing Elwyn Brooks White teeth and walked past him into an alley. The fair sex approached a threshold and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue light and brassy music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the astuteness of the gild. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy and the news reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his presumption, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, juicy inflammation, and char in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to urge herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for clientele,"she reached down to grope his humanity,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her radiocarpal joint 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 destination. Without another facial expression at the blonde branchlet, he released her articulatio radiocarpea and continued on until he was stopped by a thick black woman wearing a regal corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy boob exposed to the heavy air.

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

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

"Go ahead, infant,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich blue velvet curtain, revealing a blanket, spacious lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite of the stage. The level itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide of the mark. All around were men in commercial enterprise case smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf strong drink, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and naked charwoman on stage 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 take a keister, ordering a scotch from the sonsie female bartender who pulled her total tending from the blond onstage to eye him with the same floor of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the actor in the club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hair and a thoroughgoing tan to set off a pair of striking bluing eye that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the other men, he fixed his care on the woman onstage but could not sympathise how such a young woman could recover herself in a home like this. She looked no quondam than nineteen years old, still newly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and blessing from these horny, rich illegitimate. All that movement to please others with no one giving their own clock time to delight them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and holla and Cash this place paid, even if it was an exorbitant measure.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the pad of paper 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 different price to opt ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred buck increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would build a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end stripper, Dane thought. He could imagine authoritative occupation men having common soldier meetings in the amphetamine balconies without any ignominy. 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 lot of rich idiots,"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 hear the jocularity ?"asked the barman. 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 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 counter and looked at him with those piercing blue eyes without losing her smiling.

"The illegitimate child made her pay for it out in the alley. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her smiling and returned to her study.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice grin. Her slut lady friend 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 suit and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of self-importance. The man wore an exuberant amount rings on each finger and his graying fuzz was slicked back to the nucha of his neck. Despite his curtly, heavyset, and aging appearance, a group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his Booth at the back of the elbow room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessity pieces of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink tit stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest Mafia Maker of clinker city and comes here regularly to see our good fille, hellcat. 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 hellcat's involvement with the maffia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for class now, but it also made him question just what kind of show she must have put on in club to win his attention. He hoped to see her out on the story just serving beverage in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the compositor's case. He drew his tending back to his boozing and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her sensual saltation and go plate safely.
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Vixen stood offstage behind the grievous, royal blue curtain that separated her from the horny bunch of men who sat with hard-on in their drawers, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry centre as Chloe's fair skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lace lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny breasts and inner thigh, all in sentence with the sultry rock euphony blasting from the speaker surrounding the roomy golf-club. Her fluid off-white skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink phase spark as she slid her humble hands up her body into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her knees which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed woman. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in nuisance 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 touch himself with wildness. He could go ahead ; the ball club had no principle against it other than they couldn't make a spate that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a coming without any kind of stimulation other than the mere thought of soul working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her fountainhead back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her finger's breadth mindlessly slew across her bare breasts. The man in the audience climaxed in his bloomers. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the sleep of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a sluggish, sexier tempo as vixen strutted out onto the phase, her high-heeled stilettos qualification knifelike, prominent click as she swung her articulatio coxae. The men's eye followed her every relocation and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous chassis, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the stage. She approached the young lady and bent over at the hips to reach out down and grab the luscious blond fuzz atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her centre slowly. When she saw vixen's bright unripened centre winking and full red lips twist up in a crooked smile, her heart skipped a pulse and she rose immediately to her base, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden table at the center of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's fuzz. Chloe laid on her back as harpy released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her workforce up the side of meat of the elf's smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but truehearted ass. A diffused squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her hand and lips, kissing her abdomen, boob, pelvic girdle, thighs, and back up to her mouth. 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 elbow room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with passion. Having this job helped her gain her acquisition at seduction, a great trait to suffer as an bravo. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing Department of State of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the mightily pressure 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 exorbitant amount of cash in only one hr on leg and she could spend that time of day practicing her seduction and letting others pattern on her, even though most could hardly ever cause enough moisture between her ramification to think of anything. She still put on a good show so as not to upset any of the audience or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia lord who obsessed over her dark and day. She needed him to so as to go along him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can relish this, thought Vixen. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a groan out of her and failed. The assassinator envied the girl just a picayune for being able to get lost completely in the pure physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard down for the thin s. The little girl could even work herself to an coming without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on account of selfish lovers and inexperienced saphead who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do affair they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her pinkish little clitoris and inserting her digit into her bantam possibility. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the sharpness of the mesa tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her finger's breadth faster, coating them with the girl's sweet nub as she continued to flick her tongue over her sex clit. She then inserted her lingua fully into Chloe's wet mess, causing the girl's centre to revolve into her skull and the audience gave a round of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and nigrify out completely on the wooden table. vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting wing to carry Chloe to the wings and revive her.

turn to the interview who were on their feet with loud applause, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a impish smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The gang became incredibly rowdy as they raised their methamphetamine to be chosen for anything she had in mind. 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 hardly measure left. Sitting at the bar staring right 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 meter. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hired man in hers and pulled him to the stage. Dane followed willingly with his heart on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore obelisk into his rachis with their eyes. Their unspoken green-eyed threats were like razor blades on his frame but he followed anyway.

A exclusive death chair had been brought out onto the stage and harpy pushed him down into the prat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and discriminating jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jerk of an unknown energy throughout her eubstance and, for the first of all time, she could feel the excitement helix in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in forepart of the nightclub. Even recovering from the clash, she couldn't get the icon of his beautifully tanned skin, cryptical John Brown hair, and almost luminescent hazelnut tree oculus out of her brain. Touching him and proving for herself that he was real and bread and butter thrilled her and scared her at the same meter. He could be a distraction, leaving her heart-to-heart and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an foe himself ! She tried to oppose for some stability within her thoughts but in a split minute he had gained control and grabbed her intimate thigh to draw in her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is stop number and ferocious at herself for leaving an possibility. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Vixen with a hard grimace at her new-found antagonist and Dane with a tip of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to take control and moil her articulatio coxae to the rhythmical heartbeat pumping from the verbaliser. 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."Cheater,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a smug smile as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her rose hip firmly and applied pressure to either English of her lower dorsum, successfully releasing endorphins into harpy's body and forcing the first ever honest groan from her lip as she tilted her psyche back in ecstasy. 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 work his work force over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could send out her into a fit of moan and cries of physical bliss.

wing, Chloe had fully revived in sentence to see the alien make Vixen moan for the first sentence, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed otiose to try and conk out endlessly. It was like the cleaning woman was either truly made of chalk with no cheek prison cell at all or Chloe was the absolute worst devotee on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some sort of approving from the woman she spent endless dark fantasizing about. The moments they had on degree were the best moments of her lifespan, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was neat than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, slap-up than all the highs combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove 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 murderous jealousy at him, clawing his eyes out with her mind. She felt a stab of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee tree hide glowing with travail as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. Angry weeping escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her impertinence as she watched Vixen reach her showtime coming without so often as a touch from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same worldwide arcdegree of civility. Chloe flash daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the next act without another word. Vixen stumbled backstage past the dancer to sit in a gatefold chair by the Tree lights on the side of the phase. The young lady watched her with leery smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"feeling who just had their start climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled terpsichorean with a gloomy pixie cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, foul blond layer. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak grinning and rolled her optic.

"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 eff since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.

"He touched me,"hellcat panted heavily with hooded eyes. The lady friend looked at each early, dumbfounded.

"fountainhead, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The group laughed, even Vixen who had her oculus closed as she leaned back in the chair to fascinate her breath, but Chloe stood still and unsounded with her tiny custody balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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