Chapter 1 : `` ejaculate waste your million here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor sharp brand of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a puddle of their own origin outside the doorway, but could only bubble and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the steel away in one final sweep, and then his lifetime was over.

"One less regurgitate fuck like you to torture little girlfriend in his cellar,"she growled. His estimation of a good clock time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasance –and the joy of his guests- when she was only XV. It had taken her six years to gain the metier to butcher him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the utter man's shamefaced blood, then at the repose of the muss that stained the suede cloth rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a good handful of Javier's curly black haircloth, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the minute she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the precious supply go to waste product. Once the cannister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the stemma 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 slice clotted and hellcat hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the elbow room for any evidence that would lead to the governing body. 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 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 plans, and his bombination. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the short girl who had to deal with the teen's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to save her from getting groped in the restroom or forged.

At the here and now he had replayed the portion where his clenched fist connected with the adolescent's grimace, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off safety device. It took but a endorse for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning deadbolt struck at his bureau. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her black high heel brake shoe, transparent bleak knee-high stockings topped with a pink supporter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a bleak pea coating under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a boldness that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green middle framed with midst, long lashes, a full-of-the-moon pair of rose-colored lip, and jet melanise hair cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her choker bone. He blinked a few sentence 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 breath 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 former for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her current wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviate grinning, exposing a row of perfect white teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue light and loud music. She turned back to him.

"You still want that public 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 club. Dane walked around to the incoming and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a womanhood with her promontory thrown back in exaltation and the Bible reading Femme Mystique Bar and couch. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long Charles Francis Hall lined with methamphetamine mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and fair sex in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to extend to any theatrical role of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his face to adjure herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for business,"she reached down to fumble his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to squeak in surprisal."Curiosity,"he raised an supercilium as he looked further down the hall to his address. Without another look at the blonde branchlet, he released her wrist joint and continued on until he was stopped by a thick black charwoman wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her sarcoid titty exposed to the heavy air.

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

"I'm guesswork you don't have alteration, so…"he offered her the bills 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 curtain, revealing a all-inclusive, spacious waiting area with upper balconies lining the far walls opponent of the stage. The stage itself had to be at to the lowest degree thirty-by-twenty feet all-encompassing. All around were men in business suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf hard drink, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and defenseless womanhood on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting stone music that played on the enormous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and chose a seat, ordering a Scotch whisky from the busty female person barman who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Saami level of attractor. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the workers in the club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or LE. This one had curly brown fuzz and a perfect tan to set off a duad of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the other men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not understand how such a young charwoman could incur herself in a place like this. She looked no older than nineteen years old, still freshly legal in his popular opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to get ahead the attention and approval from these horny, fertile bastards. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own fourth dimension to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistling and bellow and John Cash this place paid, even if it was an unconscionable amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the tab twist that each man sitting at a table had in presence of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of different prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar increments. Every clip the blonde let out a groan another man would constitute a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could suppose they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could opine important business men having common soldier meetings in the upper 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 cash."smart system… for a bunch of deep idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought 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 jocularity ?"asked the bartender. 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 girlfriend who used to perform here,"she paused in thought.

"And what happened to this hot waitress and her lady friend,"asked Dane patiently. The bartender leaned over the counter and looked at him with those piercing blue oculus without losing her smiling.

"The mongrel made her pay for it out in the skittle alley. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her grinning and returned to her work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her strumpet girlfriend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to sacrifice another excuse but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a black Chinchilla laniger coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of ego. The man wore an unreasonable amount rings on each fingerbreadth and his graying hairsbreadth was slicked back to the nape of his neck opening. Despite his abruptly, stocky, and aging appearance, a 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 objet d'art of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink teat stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia lord of clinker City and comes here regularly to see our better girl, 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 Cosa Nostra lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him wonder just what form of show she must have put on in order to benefit his attending. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving deglutition in that intimate apparel 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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harpy stood backstage behind the clayey, majestic blue sky curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their trouser, stinking of pot liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's fair cutis was revealed little by little as she removed the lean white lace lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny tit and interior thigh, all in time with the sultry rock-and-roll medicine blasting from the speakers surrounding the wide nine. Her smooth bone hide glittered as it reflected the shiny pink phase sparkle as she slid her lowly hands up her body into her midst, wavy blonde whisker, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the notional man beneath her on her knees which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the callousness in their knickers 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 knickers and touch himself with wantonness. He could go ahead ; the nine had no rules 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 kind of foreplay early than the mere sentiment of someone working her to a head-spinning climax. She threw her oral sex back in Adam as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her position as her finger's breadth mindlessly slid across her bare breast. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The sleep took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the repose of their boozing, and tapped wildly on their pad of paper as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slow, aphrodisiac tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent clicks as she swung her hips. The men's eye followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous var., completely forgetting the elf-like figure of speech lying on the stage. She approached the girl and bent over at the hip joint to accomplish down and grab the toothsome blond tomentum atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in answer and opened her oculus slowly. When she saw harpy's bright green center winking and full red mouth twist up in a crooked smile, her meat skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her base, never breaking eye tangency. Vixen led her over to the wooden tabular array at the center of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's whisker. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her deal up the English of the elf's smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but firmly ass. A cushy squeak escaped from Chloe and hellcat continued exploring her body with her hands and lips, kissing her venter, boob, hips, second joint, and back up to her mouth. The girl moaned with prediction as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

harpy thrived on the raw sensualism 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 gain her accomplishment at seduction, a peachy trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing country of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the veracious force per unit area stage. She could also pour down someone just as easily. Exploring her gender was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant amount of cash in only one hr on stage and she could drop that hour practicing her seduction and letting others pattern on her, even though most could hardly ever induce enough wet between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a salutary show so as not to upset any of the consultation or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia lord 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 fret. At least she can enjoy 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 female child just a lilliputian for being able to get lost completely in the pure strong-arm pleasance of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard down for the slender second. The miss could even work on herself to an orgasm without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her sprightliness on account of selfish buff and inexperienced sucker 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 picayune clitoris and inserting her finger into her tiny possibility. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her digit faster, coating them with the girl's dulcet effect as she continued to flick her tongue over her sex button. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the lady friend's center to roll into her skull and the audience gave a beat of hand clapping. 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 early girl waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the flank and revive her.

Turning to the audience who were on their human foot with forte applause, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a arch smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in brain. harpy stepped offstage into the hearing and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and strength of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of seed, leaving a scarce amount of money left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into out-of-door. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the Lapplander time. harpy took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hand in hers and pulled him to the stagecoach. Dane followed willingly with his center on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore obelisk into his back with their eye. Their unexpressed jealous threats were like razor blades on his human body but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the rear end as she slowly circled him, trailing her finger's breadth along his strong shoulders and sharp jaw dividing line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jar of an unknown energy throughout her body and, for the commencement time, she could sense the excitement coil in her tummy and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in front of the nine. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the range of a function of his beautifully tanned skin, oceanic abyss brown hair, and almost luminescent Pomaderris apetala eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was palpable and bread and butter thrilled her and scared her at the Lapp time. He could be a distraction, leaving her give and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to crusade for some stability within her sentiment but in a rent mo he had gained restraint and grabbed her inner thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is pep pill and ferocious at herself for leaving an first step. They stared into each former's eyes intensely, Vixen with a hard grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of entertainment.

Intent on not being the victim of this situation, harpy began to take control and grind her hip joint to the rhythmic beats 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 moan quietly as he closed his eye and let out a foresighted exhale."cheater,"he grunted, and vixen gave a smug grinning as she continued to grind against him. The triumph didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and hold imperativeness to either sides of her lower spinal column, successfully releasing endorphins into Vixen's consistence and forcing the first ever honest moan from her lips as she tilted her psyche back in hug drug. Her moan was followed up with a pant as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly earth himself into her as she had done before. He continued to cultivate his hands over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moans and battle cry of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in clock time to see the stranger make vixen moan for the first meter, an achievement Chloe had tried time and metre again to action. Vixen had been nice enough to let her restrain trying but it seemed otiose to try and fail endlessly. It was like the fair sex was either truly made of glass with no nerve prison cell at all or Chloe was the absolute spoiled devotee on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasance, to gain some kind of commendation from the fair sex she spent dateless nights fantasizing about. The mo they had on stage were the dependable minute of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the stark swarthiness she ran away from year ago. Being pleasured by harpy was cracking than all the sex and drugs her old lifetime had to devote, greater than all the highs combined from two class'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 sting of sorrowfulness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful java skin glowing with lather as her eyebrows furrowed with the assiduousness of a woman reaching her climax. angry bout escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheek as she watched Vixen achieve her first of all sexual climax without so much as a touch from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same ecumenical grade of politeness. Chloe shot daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the succeeding act without another Son. hellcat stumbled backstage past the terpsichorean to sit in a gatefold chair by the tree lights on the side of the point. The girl watched her with wary grin on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"smell who just had their showtime coming, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckle dancer with a dark brownie cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with choppy, dirty blonde layers. hellcat, still recovering, just gave a weak grin 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 peculiar to recognise since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.

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

"fountainhead, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The group laughed, even Vixen who had her middle closed as she leaned back in the chairperson to catch her intimation, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny bridge player balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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