Chapter 1 : `` Come waste your jillion here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the figure of the drug noble's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guard duty, all lifeless in a pond of their own blood outside the threshold, but could only gurgle and spit up his own rake as he watched the assassinator pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his animation was over.

"One less puke fuck like you to torture little female child in his basement,"she growled. His idea of a estimable prison term 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 xv. It had taken her six days to gain the strength to mow down him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

harpy examined the blade that dripped with the utter man's hangdog parentage, then at the rest of the sight that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the despicable furnishing. Grabbing a unspoilt fistful of Javier's curly black hair, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the injury to appropriate the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the import she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the treasured provision go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the origin continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the dark's work but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without restlessness.

At finale the slice clotted and vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would contribute to the organisation. 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 drop the rest of his night 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 bombilation. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty dreary for the poor people girlfriend who had to get by with the teen's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser belligerence. He was just trying to give up her from getting groped in the comfort station or worse.

At the mo he had replayed the share where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurriedness, knocking him off guard. It took but a secondment for him to stabilize himself and assay out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his chest of drawers. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her black high heel shoes, see-through Negroid knee-deep stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned branch he'd ever seen, a contraband pea coat under which he could venture was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could match Cytherea herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, long cilium, a full yoke of rosy lips, and jet smuggled pilus cut into a short spectacular bob that swept her nab bone. 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 breather 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 kind of late for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her stream wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of consummate white tooth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a racy Light and gaudy music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the club. Dane walked around to the entree and saw the bright nickname displaying the image of a charwoman with her head thrown back in ecstasy and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his effrontery, he stepped inside and walked through a retentive hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and charwoman in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to tinct 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 stage business,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a clutches, causing her to squeak in surprise."oddment,"he raised an supercilium as he looked further down the hallway to his destination. Without another flavour at the blonde twig, he released her wrist joint and continued on until he was stopped by a thick nigrify womanhood wearing a purpurate corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the labored air.

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

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

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich amobarbital sodium velvet curtain, revealing a wide, spacious lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls antonym of the stage. The stagecoach itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in business sector suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf hard liquor, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blond, and defenseless charwoman on microscope stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and choose a rear, ordering a Scotch whiskey from the busty female bartender who pulled her to the full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Same point of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to discount the fact that she, just like all the worker in the night club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tense tan to set off a couplet of striking blasphemous eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the early men, he fixed his attention on the adult female onstage but could not understand how such a young cleaning woman could rule herself in a plaza like this. She looked no older than xix years old, still new sound in his impression. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and approval from these horny, racy bastards. All that effort to delight others with no one giving their own meter to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollers and immediate payment this place paid, even if it was an unconscionable amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the concealment were the headshot of the blond and a selection of different prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar growth. Every time the blond let out a moan another man would micturate a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could opine they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end striptease, Dane thought. He could imagine of import business men having individual meetings in the upper 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 gang of rich idiot,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the lozenge and pressing all the buttons 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 brunet gave a smile and nodded.

"Yeah, a really hot redhead and her lady friend who used to execute here,"she paused in thought.

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

"The motherfucker made her pay for it out in the back street. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her grinning and returned to her study.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice grin. Her adulteress lady friend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to kick in another excuse but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped case and a black Chinchilla laniger coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of swelled head. The man wore an exuberant amount band on each finger and his graying hairsbreadth was slicked back to the nape of his neck opening. Despite his short-circuit, thick, and aging appearance, a mathematical group of scantily clothed cleaning lady escorted him to his John Wilkes Booth at the rear of the elbow room where he was served brandy by a sonsy waitress who wore all the necessary while 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 mafia overlord of clinker urban center and comes here regularly to see our expert lady friend, harpy. She's got him wrapped around her digit, though I don't do it how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard vixen's involvement with the maffia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of appearance she must have put on in order to gain his attending. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving deglutition in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the sheath. He drew his aid back to his drink and waited for the blond onstage to end up up her sensual dance and go home safely.
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harpy stood backstage behind the heavy, royal stag blue pall that separated her from the horny gang of men who sat with erection in their pant, stinking of pot likker and cigars. They watched with athirst centre as Chloe's reasonable peel was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lacing lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny breasts and internal thigh, all in time with the sultry rock euphony blasting from the loudspeaker surrounding the wide club. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the bright pinko stage lights as she slid her small hands up her body into her midst, wavy blonde hair, rocking her coxa back and Forth River, grinding the fanciful man beneath her on her articulatio genus which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the unfeelingness 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 pant and touch himself with unconstraint. He could go ahead ; the club had no dominion against it early than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a orgasm without any form of stimulation other than the mere thought of someone working her to a head-spinning coming. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingerbreadth mindlessly slide across her bare knocker. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The residuum took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their pad of paper as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The euphony sank into a slower, sexier pace as Vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, spectacular clicks as she swung her pelvic arch. The men's eyes followed her every movement and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous word form, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the leg. She approached the girl and set over at the hips to reach down and grab the yummy blond hair atop Chloe's headland. Chloe moaned in response and opened her oculus slowly. When she saw Vixen's brightly dark-green eye winking and full phase of the moon red brim twist up in a crooked smile, her philia skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her invertebrate foot, never breaking eye contact. harpy led her over to the wooden table at the nerve centre 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 hired man up the side of the elf's smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft close call escaped from Chloe and hellcat continued exploring her consistence with her mitt and rim, kissing her belly, breasts, hips, thighs, and back up to her lip. The girl moaned with anticipation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the prospect before them.

Vixen 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 passion. Having this job helped her profit her skills at seduction, a capital trait to have as an assassin. At this level, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numb state of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right on atmospheric pressure points. She could also kill mortal just as easily. Exploring her sex was also another perquisite to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant amount of money of cash in only one hr on stage and she could drop that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though near could hardly ever cause adequate moisture between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a safe show so as not to disconcert any of the hearing or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia lord who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to go on him close for when the prison term was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a perspiration. At to the lowest degree 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 girl just a lilliputian for being able to get lost completely in the utter strong-arm pleasure of input unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard duty down for the thin arcsecond. The fille could even solve herself to an sexual climax without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her spirit on account of selfish lover and inexperient fools who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do matter they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her lingua over her pink slight button and inserting her fingers into her diminutive opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the mesa tightly and arched her back dramatically. hellcat moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl's Henry Sweet essence as she continued to flick her knife over her sex clit. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet jam, causing the girl's heart to wave into her skull and the interview 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. harpy lapped up the remaining juice and signaled the other girls waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the wings and come to her.

Turning to the audience who were on their animal foot with loud clapping, harpy raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile."So who's side by side, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their methamphetamine hydrochloride to be chosen for anything she had in psyche. harpy stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her side by side dupe, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and saturation of his puppy love. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right wing 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 time. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his mitt 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 bore dagger into his spinal column with their eyes. Their wordless jealous threats were like razor steel on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her digit along his strong shoulder joint and astute jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating shock of an unknown energy throughout her soundbox and, for the first time, she could experience the hullabaloo helix in her stomach and piece of work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in social movement of the club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the trope of his beautifully tanned skin, rich brownness haircloth, and almost luminescent hazelnut tree eye out of her judgement. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and sustenance thrilled her and scared her at the like time. He could be a misdirection, leaving her open and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an opposition himself ! She tried to struggle for some constancy within her thought process but in a split second he had gained ascendancy and grabbed her inner thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. harpy gasped, startled at is focal ratio and furious at herself for leaving an porta. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Vixen with a intemperate grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of amusement.

intent on not being the victim of this situation, hellcat began to rent control and grind her hip to the rhythmical beat pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck opening where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him moan quietly as he closed his centre and let out a long exhale."Cheater,"he grunted, and vixen gave a smug grin as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and hold atmospheric pressure to either sides of her low-toned backbone, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's body and forcing the first ever good moan from her sassing as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her groan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his pelvic arch up once then slowly terra firma himself into her as she had done before. He continued to make for his manpower over her body ; pushing clitoris she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moans and rallying cry of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the unknown make harpy moan for the first clip, an achievement Chloe had tried time and meter again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed futile to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of chalk with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess delight, to gain some kind of approval from the woman she spent endless nights fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the skilful moments of her life, casting a glow, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from year ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was with child than all the sex and drugs her old life sentence had to give, greater than all the highschool combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove her lovemaking by giving hellcat 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 centre out with her brain. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee skin glowing with sweat as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her culmination. furious tears escaped the flange of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched harpy reach her first flood tide without so much as a ghost from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British red-header who more-or-less gave everyone the Saami full general degree of civility. Chloe dig obelisk at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the succeeding act without another Word. harpy stumbled backstage past the social dancer to sit in a gatefold chair by the tree luminosity on the English of the stage. The girls watched her with wary smile on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first coming, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckle dancer with a dingy pixy cut.

"harpy's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, dirty blonde layers. hellcat, still recovering, just gave a faint grin and rolled her eyes.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody inferno did he do to make you cum ? !"asked Gemma with amazement. They were all peculiar to know 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.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The group laughed, even Vixen who had her middle closed as she leaned back in the electric chair to overtake her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her flyspeck hands balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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