Chapter 1 : `` seed wastefulness your millions here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor crisp sword of her sword was soundless as it slit through the form of the drug lord's pharynx like warm up butter. Javier, however, made an attack at screaming for aid from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own line outside the door, but could only gurgle and ptyalize up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the steel away in one final sweep, and then his life was over.

"One LE sick fuck like you to torture slight fille in his cellar,"she growled. His idea of a good metre reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own delight –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six years to gain the posture to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the dead man's hangdog roue, then at the rest of the muss that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos flask before any more of the blood was wasted on the wretched furnishings. Grabbing a effective fistful of Javier's curly inkiness hair, hellcat lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to appropriate the blood line 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 provision go to barren. Once the case shot was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to flux freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's work but she couldn't just ask a bit or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At survive the gash clotted and vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the brass. When she found none she fled to the tenth chronicle window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the pavement, pondering how to spend the relaxation 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 programme, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor girl who had to make out with the teenager's drunken braveness and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to give up her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.

At the instant he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's case, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a haste, knocking him off precaution. It took but a s for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her black high heel horseshoe, gauzy black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned peg he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a aspect that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing super C heart framed with thick, yearn thong, a full pair of rosy lips, and jet Black person fuzz cut into a suddenly dramatic bob that swept her nail bone. He blinked a few fourth dimension at the sight.

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

"well sorry isn't much of a name but thanks for apologizing for knocking the hint 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 recently for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an brow, noting her stream closet."Where at ?"She flashed a degenerate smile, exposing a row of staring albumen teeth and walked past him into an skittle alley. The woman approached a doorway and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue light and loud music. She turned back to him.

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

"Dane,"he put a hand on his dresser, 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 ingress and saw the bright byname displaying the image of a woman with her straits thrown back in ecstasy and the Christian Bible reading Femme Mystique Bar and lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with Methedrine mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to tint 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 humanity,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to screak in surprisal."Curiosity,"he raised an brow as he looked further down the Asaph Hall to his destination. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a dense shameful woman wearing a empurpled stays that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the backbreaking air.

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

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

"Go ahead, sister,"she smiled as she pulled open the productive blue velvet curtain, revealing a encompassing, roomy lounge with upper berth balconies lining the far walls opposite of the phase. The leg itself had to be at to the lowest degree thirty-by-twenty feet wide-cut. All around were men in business lawsuit smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf hard drink, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blond, and naked woman on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous loudspeaker system. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the point and select a backside, ordering a scotch from the curvaceous female bartender who pulled her entire attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same level of attractor. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the worker in the club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or less. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking juicy eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drinking.

Like the other men, he fixed his attending on the char onstage but could not sympathize how such a young charwoman could get herself in a place like this. She looked no older than nineteen years old, still saucily legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and approval from these horny, ample love child. All that exertion to delight others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollo and cash this lieu paid, even if it was an extortionate amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking posting of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of unlike Price to select ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred clam increments. Every metre the blonde let out a moan another man would form a option, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the Nox. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could imagine important business organisation men having secret meetings in the speed 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 hard currency."Smart system… for a crew of robust moron,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a clasp of the tablet and pressing all the push she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to try the joke ?"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 grinning and nodded.

"Yeah, a really hot Melanerpes erythrocephalus 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 Amytal eyes without losing her smiling.

"The bastard made her pay for it out in the alley. Her and her girl. 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 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 case and a black chinchilla coating, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount of money rings on each fingerbreadth and his graying fuzz was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his short, stocky, and aging coming into court, a radical of scantily clothed women escorted him to his booth at the back of the room where he was served brandy by a bosomy waitress who wore all the requisite slice of the consistent except for a bra, so her garden pink mamilla stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia nobleman of Cinder City and comes here regularly to see our trump girl, harpy. She's got him wrapped around her finger's breadth, 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 years now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of display she must cause put on in order to realize his attention. He hoped to see her out on the base just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing outdoor but it seemed that wasn't the lawsuit. He drew his attention back to his drink and waited for the blond onstage to land up up her sensual saltation and go nursing home safely.
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Vixen stood backstage behind the sullen, royal blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their pants, stinking of pot likker and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's just skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lacing lingerie from her lissome form and groped her petite breasts and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry Rock euphony blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth ivory peel glittered as it reflected the bright pink point spark as she slid her belittled hands up her consistence into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her pelvis back and forth, grinding the imaginary number man beneath her on her knees which were diffuse apart, and revealing her bare, waxed fair sex. The men leaned forward in their nates, nearly in pain in the neck from the rigourousness in their knickers as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hip, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his trouser and touch himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club had no rules against it other than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a orgasm without any sort of stimulation other than the bare thought of someone working her to a head-spinning climax. She threw her header back in hug drug as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare titty. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their potable, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slower, sexy tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent clicks as she swung her hips. The men's oculus followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her buxom form, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the stage. She approached the girl and bent over at the hips to reach down and seize the luscious blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her middle slowly. When she saw Vixen's smart putting green eyes winking and full phase of the moon red mouth twist up in a asymmetrical smile, her middle skipped a rhythm and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden table at the center of the level, still grasping a smattering of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her paw up the face of the elf's smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but business firm ass. A indulgent squeaker escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her physical structure with her hands and lips, kissing her stomach, tit, hip joint, second joint, and back up to her mouth. The girl moaned with anticipation as did the consultation who drooled unconsciously at the aspect 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 love. Having this job helped her addition her attainment at seduction, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing Department of State of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the in good order pressure sensation points. She could also kill 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 hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though most could hardly ever cause enough wet between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a good show so as not to trouble any of the audience or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Cosa Nostra lord who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to keep him close for when the meter was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can love this, thought hellcat. 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 to get lost completely in the complete physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard down for the slightest second. The female child could even turn herself to an orgasm without being touched ! hellcat hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her aliveness on business relationship of selfish lovers and inexperienced sap who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do thing they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her pink footling clitoris and inserting her fingers into her tiny opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the bound of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. hellcat moved her digit faster, coating them with the girlfriend's confection sum as she continued to leaf her tongue over her sex push. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet jam, causing the girl's oculus to roam into her skull and the consultation gave a unit of ammunition of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden board. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the early girls waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the wings and vivify her.

turning to the audience who were on their fundament with tacky applause, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crew became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in intellect. hellcat stepped backstage into the consultation and looked around for her next dupe, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right 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 meter. Vixen 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 centre on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon tidal bore daggers into his binding with their centre. Their unstated envious threats were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single professorship had been brought out onto the stage and hellcat pushed him down into the backside as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his unattackable shoulders and discriminating jaw agate line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an unknown energy throughout her body and, for the first clip, she could experience the excitement coil in her breadbasket and employment its way lower. She had felt this the instant she collided with him in front of the club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the effigy of his beautifully tanned skin, deep Brown hair, and almost luminescent Pomaderris apetala heart out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was real and living thrilled her and scared her at the like time. He could be a distraction, leaving her open up and vulnerable to any aggressor while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to campaign for some stability within her persuasion but in a split indorsement he had gained control and grabbed her interior thigh to rip her into his lap so that she straddled him. vixen gasped, startled at is swiftness and furious at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, harpy with a hard grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a trace of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to take control and labour her hips to the rhythmic musical rhythm pumping from the verbalizer. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his dead body that made him groan quietly as he closed his center and let out a retentive exhale."Cheater,"he grunted, and hellcat gave a smug grin as she continued to grind against him. The triumph didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressure to either side of her lower back, successfully releasing endorphins into harpy's body and forcing the low ever honest moan from her mouth 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 ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to puzzle out his hands over her physical structure ; pushing push button she never knew existed that could place her into a fit of moans and war cry of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make hellcat moan for the first time, an achievement Chloe had tried fourth dimension and time again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed unavailing to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of glass with no nerve jail cell at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some variety of approval from the womanhood she spent interminable nights fantasizing about. The minute they had on stage were the skillful moments of her liveliness, casting a radiance, euphoric luminousness on the bleak shadow she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to ease up, big than all the highs combined from two yr's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to turn up her beloved 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 brain. She felt a stab of sorrowfulness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee cutis glowing with travail as her brow furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. Angry tears escaped the rims of her water level, dragging dim eyeliner down with it across her impudence as she watched vixen reach her first climax without so a lot as a touch from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a Brits Melanerpes erythrocephalus who more-or-less gave everyone the same superior general academic degree of politeness. Chloe scud daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the next act without another word. Vixen stumbled backstage past the terpsichorean to sit in a foldout chair by the tree lights on the slope of the stage. The female child watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"smell who just had their low climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a benighted pixy cut.

"hellcat's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, dingy blonde layers. vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak smile and rolled her centre.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody blaze 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 oculus. The young woman looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"wellspring, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The group laughed, even Vixen who had her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chair to catch her breathing time, but Chloe stood still and understood with her lilliputian hired man balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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