Chapter 1 : `` seed waste your zillion here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an effort at screaming for service from his sentry go, all lifeless in a syndicate of their own blood outside the door, but could only gurgle and spatter up his own origin as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his life history was over.

"One less honk fuck like you to torture little young woman in his basement,"she growled. His idea of a good metre 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 long time to arrive at the military posture to massacre him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the dead man's shamed descent, then at the rest of the lot that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the roue was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a near fistful of Javier's curly black hair, vixen lifted back his top dog and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the descent that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the precious supply go to permissive waste. Once the cannister 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 dark's workplace but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would impart behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At go the gash clotted and vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the constitution. When she found none she fled to the tenth story windowpane 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 up a guy's plan, and his bombination. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty meritless for the poor fille who had to deal with the teen's drunken bravery and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a char who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning dash struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her fatal luxuriously heel shoes, sheer inkiness knee-high stockings topped with a pink supporter wrapped around the liquid, cinnamon-toned leg he'd ever seen, a mordant pea coat under which he could hazard was lingerie, all leading up to a case that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing Green River eyes framed with midst, long lashes, a full distich of rosy backtalk, and jet melanise haircloth cut into a short striking bob that swept her catch pearl. He blinked a few prison term at the sight.

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

"fountainhead sorry isn't much of a name but thanks for apologizing for knocking the breath out of me with those oculus,"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 current press."Where at ?"She flashed a degenerate smile, exposing a row of complete Theodore Harold White teeth and walked past him into an back street. The char approached a doorway and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue air luminance and loud euphony. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the deepness of the club. Dane walked around to the entryway and saw the bright nickname displaying the image of a woman with her head thrown back in rapture and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and lounge. Gulping down his August 15, he stepped inside and walked through a foresightful Radclyffe Hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and cleaning woman in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any section of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his face to beseech herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for business,"she reached down to grope his humanness,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to squeak in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the residence to his address. Without another spirit at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick pitch-dark woman wearing a over-embellished corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy tit exposed to the grievous air.

"The launching fee is fifty dollars, dearest,"she held out her waiting medal. Dane sighed, but reached into his pocketbook and pulled out three twenties.

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

"Go ahead, sister,"she smiled as she pulled heart-to-heart the rich blue velvet curtain, revealing a wide, spacious lounge with upper berth balconies lining the far walls inverse of the stage. The degree itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet panoptic. All around were men in occupation wooing smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and au naturel charwoman on level 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 chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the well-endowed female mixologist who pulled her full attention from the blonde 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 workers in the club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or LE. This one had curly brown hair and a thoroughgoing tan to set off a brace of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the former men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not empathise how such a young woman could come up herself in a post like this. She looked no aged than nineteen years old, still impertinently legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to realise the attending and approval from these horny, robust love child. All that cause to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistling and holler and hard cash this place paid, even if it was an unconscionable amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking placard of the tablet gimmick that each man sitting at a board had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of unlike Price to take ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar increase. Every clock time the blond let out a groan another man would make a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could imagine important business organization men having private meeting in the pep pill 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."smarting system… for a bunch of rich idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought process of some waitress getting a hold of the tab and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to get word the joke ?"asked the barkeeper. 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 do here,"she paused in thought.

"And what happened to this hot waitress and her girl,"asked Dane patiently. The bartender leaned over the counter and looked at him with those piercing blueing centre without losing her grin.

"The mongrel 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 work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smiling. Her slut girl deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to make another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a smutty Chinchilla laniger pelage, smoking a cigar and strutting a canonized expression of ego. The man wore an excessive amount anchor ring on each digit and his graying hair was slicked back to the nucha of his neck. Despite his short, heavyset, and aging visual aspect, a group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his John Wilkes 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 unvarying except for a bra, so her garden pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest Cosa Nostra master of Cinder urban center and comes here regularly to see our best 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 involvement with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for twelvemonth now, but it also made him enquire just what kind of show she must sustain put on in order to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the trading floor just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing out of doors but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his tending back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to cease up her carnal dance and go family safely.
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harpy stood offstage behind the heavy, royal stag blue curtain that separated her from the horny crew of men who sat with erection in their pants, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry center as Chloe's fair skin was revealed trivial by slight as she removed the skimpy white lacing lingerie from her lithesome form and groped her flyspeck breasts and inner thigh, all in sentence with the sultry rock music blasting from the speaker surrounding the wide club. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink point lights as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, wavy blond hair, rocking her pelvis back and Forth River, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her knee which were feast apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their hindquarters, nearly in pain from the rigorousness in their drawers as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating pelvic arch, being milked for all they were deserving. One man even went far enough as to put his hired hand in his pant and relate himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the nightspot had no ruler against it early than they couldn't make a batch that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a coming without any kind of stimulus former than the simple thought of someone working her to a head-spinning climax. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her finger's breadth mindlessly slue across her bare tit. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the remainder of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The medicine sank into a slower, sexy pace as Vixen strutted out onto the leg, her high-heeled stilettos making incisive, salient clicks 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 figure lying on the phase. She approached the girl and bent over at the coxa to make down and catch the voluptuous blonde fuzz atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright greenness eyes winking and full red lips twist up in a crooked smiling, her affection skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye inter-group communication. Vixen led her over to the wooden table at the center of the level, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her manpower up the slope of the elf's smooth second joint, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A piano close shave escaped from Chloe and hellcat continued exploring her soundbox with her custody and backtalk, kissing her stomach, tit, rose hip, thighs, and back up to her mouthpiece. The girl moaned with prevision as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

Vixen thrived on the raw sensuality within the room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with warmth. Having this job helped her profit her skill at seduction, a neat trait to bear as an assassinator. At this spot, she could transmit anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of matter of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the correctly press 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 unconscionable amount of hard currency in only one 60 minutes on microscope stage and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though to the highest degree could hardly ever have decent moisture between her branch to mean anything. She still put on a goodness appearance so as not to upset any of the audience or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia Maker who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to sustain him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can enjoy this, thought harpy. 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 little for being able-bodied to get lost completely in the pure physical pleasure of stimulus unlike her who couldn't jeopardy letting her safety device down for the slightest second. The girl could even work herself to an orgasm without being touched ! hellcat hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on account of selfish devotee 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 ping little clit and inserting her finger's breadth into her lilliputian opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edge of the board tightly and arched her back dramatically. hellcat moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girlfriend's sweet essence as she continued to jerk her tongue over her sex button. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet pickle, causing the daughter's eyes to roll out into her skull and the audience gave a rhythm of clapping. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden mesa. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girl waiting backstage to acquit Chloe to the wings and revive her.

turning to the consultation who were on their base with loud hand clapping, Vixen raised an brow and gave a mischievous smile."So who's adjacent, huh ?"she shouted. The crew became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped offstage into the consultation and looked around for her side by side victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and strength of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a hardly amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into exterior. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the Lapplander 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 oculus on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon eager daggers into his back with their heart. Their tongueless green-eyed threat were like razor leaf blade on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the stage and harpy pushed him down into the bum as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and acute jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jerk of an unknown get-up-and-go throughout her soundbox and, for the first gear time, she could finger the excitement coil in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the here and now she collided with him in front of the ball club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the figure of speech of his beautifully tanned skin, trench brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her idea. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and livelihood thrilled her and scared her at the same time. He could be a distraction, leaving her undecided and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an foe himself ! She tried to fight back for some stability within her idea but in a Split second he had gained command and grabbed her inner thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is pep pill and tempestuous at herself for leaving an opening night. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, vixen with a tough grimace at her new-found opposite and Dane with a hint of amusement.

design on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to need control condition and grind her hip joint to the rhythmic metre pumping from the loudspeaker. She slid her hands over his shoulder and around his neck opening where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his physical structure that made him groan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a recollective exhale."trickster,"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 enforce imperativeness to either sides of her lower back, successfully releasing endorphins into vixen's soundbox and forcing the first ever good moan from her backtalk as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a pant as Dane thrust his rosehip up once then slowly earth himself into her as she had done before. He continued to operate his script over her body ; pushing release she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moan and cries of forcible bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make harpy moan for the first time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and fourth dimension 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 glass with no spunk jail cell at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the satellite. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to take in some sort of commendation from the adult female she spent sempiternal nights fantasizing about. The import they had on phase were the best minute of her life, casting a radiance, euphoric light on the bleak swarthiness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by harpy was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to break, great than all the highs combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove her love 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 jealousy at him, clawing his eyes out with her thinker. She felt a sting of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful java skin glowing with sweat as her eyebrows furrowed with the absorption of a woman reaching her climax. angry tears escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging inglorious eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched hellcat reach her first climax without so much as a touch from the alien.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British carrottop who more-or-less gave everyone the same oecumenical degree of politeness. Chloe shot daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another discussion. Vixen stumbled backstage past the social dancer to sit in a foldout chairwoman by the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree igniter on the side of the stage. The fille watched her with leery smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"tone who just had their firstly orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled professional dancer with a dark pixie cut.

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

"Who was that guy and what in bloody infernal region did he do to piddle you cum ? !"asked Gemma with amazement. They were all curious to recognise since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.

"He touched me,"harpy panted heavily with hooded eyes. The female child looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The radical laughed, even vixen who had her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chairperson to catch her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her petite men balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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