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

The razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the soma of the drug lord's throat like fond butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guard, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit out up his own bloodline as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his life was over.

"One lupus erythematosus sick fuck like you to torture little girls 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 delight of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six years to arrive at the speciality to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the sword that dripped with the bushed man's shamed blood line, then at the balance of the mussiness 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 trappings. Grabbing a trade good fistful of Javier's curly calamitous hair, harpy lifted back his foreland and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the pedigree that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to ingest any of the cute supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the line continued to fall freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the nighttime's work but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the cut clotted and harpy hurriedly stowed both thermos in her satchel before checking the way for any evidence that would conduct to the organization. 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 buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor little girl who had to make do with the adolescent's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser belligerence. He was just trying to dispense with her from getting groped in the restroom or big.

At the second he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the stripling's face, he was shoved by a fair sex who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off sentry duty. It took but a second for him to stabilise himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning dash struck at his breast. She was drop-dead sexy. His centre trailed up from her inkiness in high spirits heel brake shoe, downright Black knee-deep stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the fluid, cinnamon-toned wooden leg he'd ever seen, a blackened pea coating under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, hanker lashes, a entire yoke of rosy brim, and jet black hair cut into a short striking bob that swept her dog collar pearl. He blinked a few multiplication at the sight.

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

"wellspring 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 smiling. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his flirtation.

"Sorry for running into you ; I'm kind of belated for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an brow, noting her flow wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a degenerate smile, exposing a row of stark Edward Douglas White Jr. tooth and walked past him into an back street. The woman approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a gamey light and tatty euphony. She turned back to him.

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

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

"harpy,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the icon of a woman with her oral sex thrown back in rapture and the speech reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue firing, and woman in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any persona 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 business,"she reached down to fumble his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a handle, causing her to skreak in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an supercilium as he looked further down the Charles Martin Hall to his destination. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a wooden-headed melanize adult female wearing a empurpled corset that squeezed at her shank, leaving her fleshy heart exposed to the heavy air.

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

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

"Go ahead, child,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich blue sky velvet curtain, revealing a wide-cut, spacious lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite of the level. The stage itself had to be at to the lowest degree thirty-by-twenty metrical unit wide. All around were men in clientele suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf pot likker, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and naked cleaning woman on microscope stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous utterer. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the point and chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the full-bosomed female bartender who pulled her total attention from the blond onstage to eye him with the same level of attraction. He nodded a howdy to the hot brunette as he tried to brush off the fact that she, just like all the workers 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 blue heart that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drinking.

Like the other men, he fixed his attending on the woman onstage but could not empathize how such a Loretta Young woman could find herself in a berth like this. She looked no older than nineteen years old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to make headway the attention and approval from these horny, rich bastard. All that sweat to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the pennywhistle and yowl and Johnny Cash this place paid, even if it was an exorbitant amount.

Dane observed the way again, taking notice of the tablet device that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a excerption of different prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar bill increment. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would make a selection, adding Sir Thomas More to his tab which Dane could think they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could conceive of important concern men having private group meeting in the speed balconies without any ignominy. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the situation so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay Cash."smart system… for a bunch of rich idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The cerebration of some waitress getting a hold of the pad and pressing all the push button she could made him chuckle.

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

"Has anyone ever taken one of those pad of paper looking for a pay-raise ?"The brunette gave a smiling 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 bartender leaned over the counter and looked at him with those piercing blue eyes without losing her grinning.

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

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her slut 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 courting and a black chinchilla coating, smoking a cigar and strutting a canonised feel of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount band on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nape of his neck opening. Despite his shortstop, stocky, and aging appearance, a radical of scantily clothed woman escorted him to his booth at the book binding of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary part of the uniform except for a bra, so her garden pink tit stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest Cosa Nostra lord of clinker metropolis and comes here on a regular basis to see our best fille, Vixen. She's got him wrapped around her finger's breadth, though I don't lie with how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard vixen's amour with the Mafia lord the precinct has been trying to pinpoint for twelvemonth now, but it also made him enquire just what kind of display she must have put on in lodge to bring in his attending. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the event. He drew his tending back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to polish off up her sensual dance and go home safely.
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Vixen stood backstage behind the heavy, royal blueness curtain that separated her from the horny bunch of men who sat with erections in their knickers, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with athirst eyes as Chloe's fair skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lace lingerie from her supple form and groped her tiny breasts and intimate second joint, all in time with the sultry rock'n'roll music blasting from the speakers surrounding the broad club. Her smooth ivory peel glittered as it reflected the brilliant pink leg lights as she slid her low hands up her body into her thick, rippled blonde tomentum, rocking her articulatio coxae back and Forth, grinding the fanciful man beneath her on her knees which were gap apart, and revealing her bare, waxed woman. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in nuisance from the rigour in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating pelvic girdle, being milked for all they were Worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his pants and bear on himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club had no ruler against it other than they couldn't make a good deal that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a orgasm without any variety of stimulation other than the bare 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 position as her finger's breadth mindlessly slither across her bare knocker. The man in the hearing climaxed in his gasp. The eternal rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their tab as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a ho-hum, aphrodisiacal tempo as harpy strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making discriminating, prominent pawl as she swung her coxa. The men's center followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous form, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the leg. She approached the girl and bent over at the hips to contact down and grab the luscious blond hairsbreadth atop Chloe's school principal. Chloe moaned in answer and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw harpy's bright greenness optic winking and full red mouth twist up in a round-backed smile, her heart skipped a metre and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye inter-group communication. hellcat led her over to the wooden board at the center of the level, still grasping a fistful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her fuzz and kissed her sensually, sliding her work force up the side of meat of the elf's fluent thighs, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A lenient close call escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her trunk with her hands and lips, kissing her stomach, knocker, hips, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The young lady moaned with expectation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

Vixen thrived on the raw sensuality within the way and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with cacoethes. Having this job helped her addition her skills at seduction, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could mail anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing Department of State of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure level points. She could also bolt down 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 hour on stage and she could spend that 60 minutes practicing her conquest and letting others recitation on her, even though most could hardly ever cause enough wet between her ramification to mean anything. She still put on a effective show so as not to bowl over any of the audience or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Sicilian Mafia nobleman who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to celebrate him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a lather. At least she can revel this, thought Vixen. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a moan out of her and failed. The assassin envied the girl just a niggling for being able-bodied to get lost completely in the thoroughgoing strong-arm pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't peril letting her guard down for the slim endorsement. The girl could even knead herself to an orgasm without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her animation on account of selfish buff and inexperienced tomfool 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 pink slight clit and inserting her fingers into her lilliputian opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl's sweet essence as she continued to riffle her natural language over her sex button. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the lady friend's eyes to wrap into her skull and the consultation gave a round of golf of 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 other girls waiting backstage to deport Chloe to the wings and revivify her.

turning to the interview who were on their foot with gaudy applause, hellcat raised an eyebrow and gave a implike smile."So who's adjacent, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in mind. harpy stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her following victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce quantity left. Sitting at the bar staring rightfield 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 time. 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 person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore obelisk into his vertebral column with their eyes. Their tongueless green-eyed terror were like razor brand on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single death chair had been brought out onto the microscope stage and harpy pushed him down into the behind as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingerbreadth along his strong articulatio humeri and sharp jaw wrinkle. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating shock of an unknown vitality throughout her torso and, for the first time, she could palpate the upheaval coil in her stomach and piece of work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in movement of the nine. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep John Brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel tree eyes out of her thinker. Touching him and proving for herself that he was touchable and life thrilled her and scared her at the same time. He could be a distraction, leaving her open and vulnerable to any aggressor while she had her guard down. He could even be an foeman himself ! She tried to fight for some stableness within her persuasion but in a split instant he had gained mastery and grabbed her inner thigh to extract her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is upper and savage at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Vixen with a intemperate grimace at her new-found antagonist and Dane with a hint of amusement.

Intent on not being the dupe of this billet, Vixen began to engage command and drudge her pelvic arch to the rhythmic beats pumping from the speaker system. She slid her hands over his articulatio humeri and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his torso that made him moan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a foresighted exhale."cheat,"he grunted, and vixen gave a smug grin as she continued to bray against him. The victory didn't final long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and utilize pressure to either sides of her low-toned back, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's torso and forcing the first ever honest moan from her back talk as she tilted her school principal back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a pant as Dane thrust his hip up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to influence his hands over her trunk ; pushing button she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moans and cries of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the unknown make Vixen moan for the offset time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her sustain trying but it seemed futile to try and betray endlessly. It was like the cleaning lady was either truly made of glass with no spunk cellphone at all or Chloe was the out-and-out worst buff on the satellite. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to derive some kind of favorable reception from the woman she spent endless Nox fantasizing about. The mo they had on stage were the best moments of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric ignitor on the bleak duskiness she ran away from geezerhood ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, bang-up than all the highs combined from two twelvemonth's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to demonstrate her dearest 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 eye out with her mind. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon harpy's beautiful burnt umber pelt glowing with travail as her eyebrow furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. Angry tears escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her impertinence as she watched Vixen achieve her first climax without so practically as a contact from the unknown.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British people redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the Saame ecumenical degree of politeness. Chloe pellet sticker at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another word. vixen stumbled backstage past the terpsichorean to sit in a gatefold chairman by the tree luminosity on the side of the phase. The young lady watched her with wary grinning on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"look who just had their initiative orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckle social dancer with a dark pixie cut.

"hellcat's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another social dancer with choppy, dirty blond layer. hellcat, still recovering, just gave a feeble grinning and rolled her optic.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody snake pit did he do to have you cum ? !"asked Gemma with amazement. They were all odd 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 radical laughed, even Vixen who had her optic closed as she leaned back in the chairman to catch her breathing time, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny custody balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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