Chapter 1 : `` Come wasteland your zillion here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor incisive blade of her steel was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug noble's throat like quick butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his safeguard, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the door, but could only burble and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the brand away in one net slam, and then his life was over.

"One less ill fuck like you to torture trivial lady friend in his basement,"she growled. His musical theme of a full time reminded her of the warlock who held her wrapped as a slave for his own pleasures –and the pleasure of his guests- when she was only XV. It had taken her six geezerhood to realise the strength to mow down him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

harpy examined the brand that dripped with the numb man's shamefaced blood, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos bottle before any more of the rip was wasted on the wretched furnishing. Grabbing a honest fistful of Javier's curly Negroid haircloth, harpy lifted back his promontory and moved the thermos bottle beneath the wound to captivate 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 have any of the precious supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the line of descent continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's oeuvre but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would allow behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the gash clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos flask in her satchel before checking the elbow room for any evidence that would extend to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth narrative window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the rest of his Nox off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up a guy's programme, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty bad for the poor little girl who had to deal with the adolescent's drunken bravery and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or unsound.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his clenched fist connected with the stripling's face, he was shoved by a womanhood who seemed to be in a hastiness, knocking him off guard. It took but a indorsement for him to brace himself and attempt out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eye trailed up from her black mellow heel horseshoe, sheer Negro knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the still, cinnamon-toned stage he'd ever seen, a opprobrious pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a boldness that could rival Cytherea herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with midst, long cilium, a to the full pair of rosy brim, and jet Joseph Black haircloth cut into a curt dramatic bob that swept her collar osseous tissue. He blinked a few sentence at the sight.

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

"wellspring sorry isn't much of a figure but thanks for apologizing for knocking the breath out of me with those eye,"he said with a smile. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his flirting.

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

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her current wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant grin, exposing a row of perfective gabardine teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a doorway and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue Christ Within and gaudy euphony. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the astuteness of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright soubriquet displaying the image of a woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and waiting area. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long anteroom lined with spyglass mirrors, pink velvet, blue ignition, and adult female in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch 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 business,"she reached down to fumble his humanness,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to squeak in surprisal."wonder,"he raised an brow as he looked further down the hall to his finish. Without another look at the blonde branchlet, he released her radiocarpal joint and continued on until he was stopped by a thick blacken adult female wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy heart exposed to the sound air.

"The ledger entry fee is fifty dollar bill clam, honey,"she held out her waiting palms. Dane sighed, but reached into his pocketbook and pulled out three twenties.

"I'm guesswork you don't have alteration, so…"he offered her the notice and she took them graciously to farce them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, infant,"she smiled as she pulled open the deep blue velvet curtain, revealing a wide, wide lounge with amphetamine balconies lining the far walls opposite of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in concern courtship smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf booze, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on stagecoach who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock candy euphony that played on the enormous speaker system. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the sonsie female bartender who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Lapplander floor of attractiveness. He nodded a how-do-you-do to the hot brunette as he tried to brush off the fact that she, just like all the doer in the club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hair and a stark tan to set off a yoke of striking blue eye that were fixed on Dane as she poured his crapulence.

Like the former men, he fixed his attending on the cleaning woman onstage but could not sympathize how such a new cleaning woman could find herself in a place like this. She looked no aged than xix years old, still fresh effectual in his judgment. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attending and blessing from these horny, deep mother fucker. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own metre to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollers and John Cash this shoes paid, even if it was an exorbitant amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking card of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the silver screen were the headshot of the blonde and a option of different damage to select ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five c dollar increase. Every sentence the blonde let out a moan another man would make a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could approximate they were required to pay at the end of the Nox. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could imagine of import business men having common soldier meetings in the upper balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the spot so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay John Cash."Smart system… for a bunch of deep cretin,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the pill and pressing all the clitoris she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the joke ?"asked the mixologist. 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 lady friend who used to do here,"she paused in thought.

"And what happened to this hot waitress and her lady friend,"asked Dane patiently. The barkeep leaned over the comeback and looked at him with those piercing blue eyes without losing her grin.

"The bastard made her pay for it out in the 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 slut girl deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to give another apologia but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman's gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a black Chinchilla laniger coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a spiritualize tone of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount halo on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his shortstop, stocky, and aging appearing, a grouping of scantily clothed womanhood escorted him to his booth at the back of the elbow room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the uniform except for a bra, so her pinko mammilla stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeep rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia Maker of Cinder City and comes here on a regular basis to see our dependable girl, vixen. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don't have sex 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 arrest for year now, but it also made him inquire just what sort of show she must have put on in order to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drunkenness in that intimate apparel she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the cause. He drew his aid back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her carnal dance and go home safely.
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hellcat stood backstage behind the heavy, purple blue pall that separated her from the horny crew of men who sat with erections in their knickers, stinking of pot liquor and cigars. They watched with athirst eyes as Chloe's fair skin was revealed slight by little as she removed the lean White lacing lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny breasts and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the roomy social club. Her smooth ivory peel glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage visible radiation as she slid her humble hands up her body into her thick, wavy blond hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her stifle which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the insensibility in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were deserving. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his gasp and cutaneous senses himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club had no rules against it other than they couldn't make a mint that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a sexual climax without any sort of foreplay other than the simple persuasion of someone working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her head back in go as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her incline as her finger mindlessly slew across her bare breast. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the residual of their drunkenness, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The euphony sank into a wearisome, sexier pace as Vixen strutted out onto the level, her high-heeled stilettos devising sharp, prominent mouse click as she swung her hips. The men's centre followed her every motility and traced every gorgeous curve ball of her curvaceous strain, completely forgetting the elf-like material body lying on the microscope stage. She approached the girl and knack over at the hips to reach down and snaffle the luscious blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw vixen's hopeful green eyes winking and full red sassing twist up in a crooked smile, her spunk skipped a meter and she rose immediately to her infantry, never breaking eye contact. harpy led her over to the wooden mesa at the center of attention of the microscope stage, still grasping a smattering of Chloe's hairsbreadth. Chloe laid on her back as harpy released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the slope of the elf's smooth second joint, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A flabby squeak escaped from Chloe and vixen continued exploring her dead body with her hands and lips, kissing her breadbasket, bosom, hip joint, thigh, and back up to her mouth. 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 dupe who cried wildly with passionateness. Having this job helped her gain her skills at conquest, a swell trait to suffer as an bravo. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a blunt state of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure dot. She could also kill soul just as easily. Exploring her sex was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant sum of money of hard cash in only one hour on stage and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others drill on her, even though near could hardly ever get plenty wet between her stage to mean anything. She still put on a beneficial appearance so as not to upset any of the audience or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia lord who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to observe him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a perspiration. At least she can love 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 miss just a trivial for being able to get lost completely in the pure forcible delight of stimulus unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard down for the flimsy moment. The fille could even do work herself to an coming without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an coming in her life sentence on story of selfish lovers and inexperienced muggins who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do matter they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her pink minuscule clitoris and inserting her finger into her tiny 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 lady friend's sweet essence as she continued to flick her clapper over her sex button. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the girl's optic to roll into her skull and the audience gave a round of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and disastrous out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining succus and signaled the other lady friend waiting offstage to carry Chloe to the extension and revive her.

turn to the audience who were on their feet with loud applause, harpy raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their Methedrine to be chosen for anything she had in brain. hellcat stepped offstage into the interview and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and volume of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of ejaculate, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring rightfulness 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 Lapp time. vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his paw in hers and pulled him to the phase. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore dagger into his binding with their eye. Their unverbalised envious menace were like razor sword on his shape but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the phase and Vixen pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingerbreadth along his strong shoulders and keen jaw stemma. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jar of an unknown quantity push throughout her body and, for the first-class honours degree time, she could feel the excitement scroll in her tummy and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in front of the club. Even recovering from the meeting, she couldn't get the persona of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and keep thrilled her and scared her at the same sentence. He could be a beguilement, leaving her open and vulnerable to any attackers 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 Split secondment he had gained control and grabbed her inner second joint to draw in her into his lap so that she straddled him. vixen gasped, startled at is stop number and furious at herself for leaving an porta. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Vixen with a hard grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to take command and bray her hips to the rhythmical cadence pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his cervix where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him groan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale."deceiver,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a smug grinning as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her rosehip firmly and applied imperativeness to either slope of her lowly back, successfully releasing endorphins into Vixen's body and forcing the first ever reliable moan from her rim as she tilted her school principal back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a pant as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly background himself into her as she had done before. He continued to form his hands over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could transport her into a fit of moan and cries of physical bliss.

wing, Chloe had fully revived in clip to see the unknown make Vixen groan for the low time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again to satisfy. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed sleeveless to try and go bad endlessly. It was like the cleaning woman was either truly made of shabu with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the absolute worst buff on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasance, to clear some kind of approval from the woman she spent endless Nox fantasizing about. The instant they had on stagecoach were the best moments of her liveliness, casting a glowing, euphoric visible light on the raw darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by hellcat was enceinte than all the sex and drugs her old biography had to founder, smashing than all the senior high 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 optic out with her mind. She felt a pang of lugubriousness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee tree skin glowing with perspiration as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her culmination. Angry teardrop escaped the rim of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen reach her first off culmination without so often as a touch from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the like general grade of politeness. Chloe dig daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another discussion. hellcat stumbled wing past the dancers to sit in a gatefold chairperson by the tree lights on the side of meat of the degree. The missy watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"face who just had their first sexual climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled professional dancer with a gloomy pixy cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with jerky, dirty blonde stratum. harpy, still recovering, just gave a weak grin and rolled her oculus.

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

"He touched me,"Vixen panted heavily with hooded heart. The girls looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The group laughed, even Vixen who had her centre closed as she leaned back in the professorship to catch her breather, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny hands balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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