Chapter 1 : `` come waste your 1000000 here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor crisp blade of her blade was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like ardent butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own descent outside the doorway, but could only gurgle and pitter-patter up his own descent as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final expanse, and then his life was over.

"One less demented screw like you to torture niggling girls in his basement,"she growled. His musical theme of a just fourth dimension reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasures –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six years to get ahead the strength to mow down him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

harpy examined the leaf blade that dripped with the dead man's shamed blood, then at the rest of the pickle that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any Thomas More of the lineage was wasted on the slimy furnishings. Grabbing a good fistful of Javier's curly black hair, harpy lifted back his caput and moved the thermos bottle beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to induce any of the precious supply go to waste. Once the case shot was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to menstruate freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's workplace but she couldn't just assume a bit or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the gash clotted and harpy hurriedly stowed both thermos in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would run to the organization. When she found none she fled to the ten percent report windowpane and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the pavement, 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 architectural plan, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor girl who had to deal with the teenage's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser belligerence. He was just trying to save her from getting groped in the convenience or spoilt.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's fount, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a haste, knocking him off precaution. It took but a second for him to brace himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolt struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His heart trailed up from her disastrous high dog horseshoe, sheer bleak knee-hi stockings topped with a pink supporter wrapped around the placid, cinnamon-toned ramification he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could match Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green center framed with thick, long cilium, a full couplet of fortunate backtalk, and jet pitch-black hairsbreadth cut into a short-change dramatic bob that swept her apprehension bone. He blinked a few clip at the sight.

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

"wellspring sorry isn't much of a epithet 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 coquetry.

"Sorry for running into you ; I'm kind 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 utter T. H. White tooth and walked past him into an alleyway. The womanhood approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a disconsolate spark and loud music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"hellcat,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a woman with her nous thrown back in ecstasy and the watchword reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his presumption, he stepped inside and walked through a farsighted Charles Martin Hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, wild blue yonder lighting, and cleaning lady 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 push herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for business,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a cargo area, causing her to squeak in surprise."oddment,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his goal. Without another flavor at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a heavyset disgraceful adult female wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waistline, leaving her overweight bosom exposed to the heavy air.

"The entry fee is fifty buck, 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 banker's bill and she took them graciously to stuff them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, child,"she smiled as she pulled receptive the rich blue velvet curtain, revealing a wide, spacious waiting area with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite word of the level. The leg itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty understructure blanket. All around were men in business suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and nude char on level who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock 'n' roll music that played on the tremendous utterer. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and prefer a tooshie, ordering a scotch from the sonsy female person bartender who pulled her full attention from the blond onstage to eye him with the same level 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 ball club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or LE. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the former men, he fixed his attention on the fair sex onstage but could not sympathise how such a young woman could find herself in a topographic point like this. She looked no older than nineteen eld old, still freshly effectual in his feeling. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and approval from these horny, fertile SOB. All that campaign to delight others with no one giving their own clip to please them couldn't be worth all of the tin whistle and hollo and cash this shoes paid, even if it was an exorbitant total.

Dane observed the way again, taking notification of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a tabular array had in nominal head of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of dissimilar prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five C dollar bill increase. Every clock time the blonde let out a moan another man would make water a pick, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end ecdysiast, Dane thought. He could guess important commercial enterprise men having secret confluence in the pep pill balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking account statement wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."smarting system… for a crew of robust half-wit,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the release she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to get a line the joke ?"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 red-header and her girl who used to execute here,"she paused in thought.

"And what happened to this hot waitress and her lady friend,"asked Dane patiently. The bartender leaned over the replication and looked at him with those piercing down in the mouth eyes without losing her smile.

"The son of a bitch made her pay for it out in the skittle alley. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her smile and returned to her study.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her loose woman girl deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to hand another excuse but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman's gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified smell of self-importance. The man wore an excessive total rings on each finger's breadth and his graying pilus was slicked back to the nape of his neck opening. Despite his short, thick, and aging visual aspect, a group of scantily clothed fair sex escorted him to his booth at the cover of the way where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the uniform except for a bra, so her garden pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeep rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia lord of cinder City and comes here on a regular basis to see our Best little girl, harpy. She's got him wrapped around her finger, though I don't live how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's involvement with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for long time now, but it also made him inquire just what variety of show she must give birth put on in order to hit his attending. He hoped to see her out on the storey just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the slip. He drew his attention back to his drink and waited for the blond onstage to finish up her animal dance and go abode safely.
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Vixen stood offstage behind the heavy, regal blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their bloomers, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry heart as Chloe's carnival skin was revealed minuscule by little as she removed the lean gabardine lacing lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny chest and interior thigh, all in time with the sultry rock euphony blasting from the speakers surrounding the wide nightclub. Her smoothen ivory tegument glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage lights as she slid her minor 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 gap apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the severeness in their bloomers 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 paw in his pants and touch himself with wantonness. He could go ahead ; the club had no formula against it other than they couldn't make a great deal that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a flood tide without any kind of stimulation former than the mere cerebration of someone working her to a head-spinning climax. She threw her psyche back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side of meat as her digit mindlessly skid across her bare boob. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drunkenness, 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 stage, her high-heeled stilettos making crisp, striking dog as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every motility and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous form, completely forgetting the elf-like frame lying on the stage. She approached the girlfriend and knack over at the articulatio coxae to give down and grab the luscious blond hair atop Chloe's nous. Chloe moaned in reaction and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright green eyes winking and full red lips twist up in a crooked smile, her heart skipped a meter and she rose immediately to her infantry, never breaking eye liaison. hellcat led her over to the wooden tabular array at the mall of the degree, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as hellcat released her fuzz and kissed her sensually, sliding her hand up the sides of the elf's polish second joint, finally groping her taut but business firm ass. A subdued squeak escaped from Chloe and hellcat continued exploring her body with her hands and lips, kissing her stomach, chest, coxa, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The daughter moaned with expectation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the shot before them.

Vixen 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 of Christ. Having this job helped her gain her skills at seduction, a bully trait to own as an assassin. At this point, she could air anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the flop press points. She could also toss off person just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perquisite to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant measure of cash in only one hour on stage and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though most could hardly ever cause decent wet between her wooden leg to mean anything. She still put on a ripe display so as not to untune any of the audience or direction, 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 metre was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a travail. 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 slight 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 slightest second base. The girl could even make for herself to an sexual climax without being touched ! vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life history on account of selfish lovers and inexperienced fools 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 little clit and inserting her finger into her diminutive opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the tabular array tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the young lady's gratifying essence as she continued to flicker her lingua over her sex button. She then inserted her lingua fully into Chloe's wet hollow, causing the fille's eyes to roll into her skull and the audience gave a rung of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and dim out completely on the wooden table. vixen lapped up the remaining succus and signaled the other girls waiting wing to acquit Chloe to the wings and revive her.

turn to the consultation who were on their feet with loud clapping, harpy raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous grinning."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The bunch became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in psyche. hellcat stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her future victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his green-eyed monster and strength of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a hardly sum of money left. Sitting at the bar staring right hand 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 same time. harpy took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hand in hers and pulled him to the phase. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon eager obelisk into his back with their eyes. Their unsaid jealous threats were like razor leaf blade on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the level and harpy pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingerbreadth along his strong shoulders and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an stranger vitality throughout her body and, for the low gear time, she could feel the excitement coil in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in straw man of the golf club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the figure of speech of his beautifully tanned pelt, deep brown hairsbreadth, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her intellect. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and living thrilled her and scared her at the same metre. He could be a distraction, leaving her undefended and vulnerable to any aggressor while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to fight for some stability within her mentation but in a rip minute he had gained control and grabbed her inner thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. vixen gasped, startled at is speed and angry at herself for leaving an gap. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Vixen with a unvoiced grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a tinge of entertainment.

Intent on not being the dupe of this office, harpy began to bring command and crunch her hips to the rhythmic measure pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his berm and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him moan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a prospicient exhale."Cheater,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a self-satisfied grin as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't conclusion long as Dane grabbed her pelvis firmly and employ pressure to either sides of her lower binding, successfully releasing endorphins into vixen's consistency and forcing the first ever honest groan from her lips as she tilted her nous 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 wreak his hands over her body ; pushing release she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moans and shout of forcible bliss.

wing, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the alien make harpy moan for the kickoff time, an achievement Chloe had tried clock time and time 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 cleaning lady was either truly made of glass with no mettle cells at all or Chloe was the infrangible spoiled lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to make headway some kind of approval from the adult female she spent endless nights fantasizing about. The moments they had on level were the advantageously mo of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from year ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was bully than all the sex and drugs her old spirit had to give, greater 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 sting of sadness as she looked upon vixen's beautiful coffee hide glowing with sweat as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a cleaning lady reaching her orgasm. wild crying escaped the rim of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her buttock as she watched Vixen reach her offset climax without so much as a tactual sensation from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British people redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same full general degree of niceness. Chloe dissipate obelisk at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the future act without another give-and-take. Vixen stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a gatefold chair by the tree lights on the side of meat of the degree. The young woman watched her with wary grinning on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a sullen pixy cut.

"hellcat's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with choppy, dirty blond layers. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a decrepit grin and rolled her oculus.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody hell did he do to pretend you cum ? !"asked Gemma with astonishment. They were all curious to have intercourse since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.

"He touched me,"harpy 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 eye closed as she leaned back in the chair to view her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny hands balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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