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

The razor sharp sword of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's pharynx like ardent butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for avail from his guards, all lifeless in a pond of their own blood outside the doorway, but could only ripple and spit up his own bloodline as he watched the assassinator pull the sword away in one last slam, and then his life was over.

"One less sick fuck like you to excruciate little girls in his basement,"she growled. His approximation of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her absorbed as a striver for his own pleasure –and the joy of his guests- when she was only XV. It had taken her six eld to gain the strength to mow down him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the beat man's hangdog rakehell, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishing. Grabbing a upright fistful of Javier's curly disgraceful hairsbreadth, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the combat injury to becharm the blood line that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the import she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the wanted supply go to barren. Once the tin 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 dark's study but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would leave alone behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the cut clotted and harpy hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the elbow room for any evidence that would lead to the establishment. When she found none she fled to the tenth fib 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 a guy's plan, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty good-for-nothing for the poor daughter who had to deal with the teen's drunken courageousness and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to dispense with 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 typeface, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off safety device. It took but a instant 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 brake shoe, sheer black knee-deep stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the legato, cinnamon-toned branch he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing park eyes framed with midst, long whiplash, a full pair of rosy sass, and jet Black person hair cut into a short spectacular bob that swept her apprehend bone. He blinked a few clock time 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 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 current press."Where at ?"She flashed a degenerate grinning, exposing a row of perfect white tooth and walked past him into an alley. The char approached a room access 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 public figure ?"she yelled over the music.

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

"vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the astuteness of the club. Dane walked around to the entryway and saw the brilliant moniker 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 Hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, patrician firing, and fair sex in intimate apparel. They each reached out seductively to partake any part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to constrict herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for byplay,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a cargo hold, causing her to squeak in surprise."wonder,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his destination. Without another feel at the blond branchlet, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick fateful woman wearing a violet girdle that squeezed at her waist, leaving her overweight bosom exposed to the laborious air.

"The entry fee is l 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 alteration, so…"he offered her the handbill and she took them graciously to stuff them into the plastered corset.

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled open the deep blue velvet mantle, revealing a wide, broad lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls diametrical of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in business suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gaze at the petite, blond, and naked charwoman on point 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 stagecoach and take a butt, ordering a scotch from the busty female barkeeper who pulled her broad attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Lapplander level of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to neglect the fact that she, just like all the workers in the social club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or less. This one had curly brown haircloth and a perfect tan to set off a duo of striking dismal eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the early men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not understand how such a vernal woman could get hold herself in a berth like this. She looked no aged than nineteen years old, still freshly effectual in his notion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to reach the tending and approval from these horny, full-bodied bastards. All that elbow grease to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and roar and cash this situation paid, even if it was an exorbitant amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in social movement of him. On the screen were the headshot of the blonde and a survival of the fittest of dissimilar prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five yard at five c dollar increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would make water a choice, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end striptease artist, Dane thought. He could imagine important business organization men having private get together in the upper balconies without any pity. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the spot 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 persuasion of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the push 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 pill looking for a pay-raise ?"The brunette gave a smile and nodded.

"Yeah, a really hot redhead and her lady friend who used to execute here,"she paused in thought.

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

"The shit made her pay for it out in the alley. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her grin and returned to her work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smiling. 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 courtship and a black Chinchilla laniger coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified looking of self-importance. The man wore an overweening amount rings on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nucha of his neck. Despite his short, stocky, and aging appearance, a chemical group of scantily clothed women 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 garden pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeeper rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest Maffia Creator of clinker City and comes here regularly to see our best missy, Vixen. She's got him wrapped around her fingerbreadth, though I don't know how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's affaire with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to collar for year now, but it also made him wonder just what form of show she must receive put on in parliamentary procedure to gain ground his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinking in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the instance. He drew his attention back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to terminate up her fleshly saltation and go house safely.
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harpy stood offstage behind the punishing, royal blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erecting in their pants, stinking of pot likker and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's fair tegument was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lacing lingerie from her lithe kind and groped her tiny breasts and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry rock'n'roll music blasting from the verbaliser surrounding the wide nine. 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 blonde hair, rocking her pelvic arch back and Forth, grinding the notional man beneath her on her human knee which were disseminate apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the insensibility in their gasp as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating rosehip, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his pants and soupcon himself with unconstraint. He could go ahead ; the lodge 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 climax without any variety of stimulation former than the mere thought of mortal working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her head back in transport as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare knocker. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their swallow, and tapped wildly on their lozenge as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slower, sexier tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the phase, her high-heeled stilettos qualification discriminating, big dog as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous bend of her curvaceous physique, completely forgetting the elf-like number lying on the stagecoach. She approached the little girl and bent over at the hips to reach down and take hold of the delectable blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in reaction and opened her centre slowly. When she saw vixen's bright Green River eyes winking and full red back talk twist up in a crooked smile, her substance skipped a pulse and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact lens. Vixen led her over to the wooden tabular array at the middle of the point, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as hellcat released her hairsbreadth and kissed her sensually, sliding her mitt up the side of meat of the elf's smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but business firm ass. A soft squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her consistence with her hands and lips, kissing her abdomen, breast, hips, thighs, and back up to her backtalk. The girlfriend moaned with expectation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the setting 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 heat. Having this job helped her gain her skills at seduction, a outstanding trait to cause as an assassin. At this point, she could institutionalize anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure point. She could also shoot down someone just as easily. Exploring her sex was also another fringe benefit to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant measure of cash in only one hour on stage and she could spend that minute practicing her conquest and letting others recitation on her, even though virtually could hardly ever do enough moisture between her branch to mean anything. She still put on a good appearance so as not to upset any of the audience or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian maffia lord who obsessed over her dark and day. She needed him to so as to keep 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 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 little for being able to get lost completely in the pure physical pleasure of stimulant unlike her who couldn't peril letting her guard duty down for the slightest second. The girl could even cultivate herself to an orgasm without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an sexual climax in her sprightliness on account of selfish lovers and inexperient fools 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 tap fiddling clitoris and inserting her finger's breadth into her petite opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edge of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her finger faster, coating them with the girlfriend's sugared essence as she continued to flicker her clapper over her sex push. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet golf hole, causing the young lady's eyes 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 black out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining succus and signaled the early girls waiting offstage to carry Chloe to the annex and revive her.

turn to the audience who were on their fundament with loud hand clapping, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a puckish smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their deoxyephedrine to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of seed, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring rightfulness at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into out of doors. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the same time. hellcat 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 tugging him along as the men and Gedeon calibre obelisk into his back with their eyes. Their unexpressed envious menace were like razor blade on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single professorship had been brought out onto the phase and Vixen pushed him down into the buttocks as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulder and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jounce of an unknown energy throughout her body and, for the first meter, she could find the upheaval coil in her tum and work its way lower. She had felt this the bit she collided with him in front man of the club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the ikon of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel optic out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and keep thrilled her and scared her at the Saami time. He could be a distraction, leaving her open and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an opposition himself ! She tried to fight for some stability within her thoughts but in a split sec he had gained control and grabbed her privileged thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is speed and tempestuous at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's centre intensely, vixen with a hard grimace at her new-found opposition and Dane with a hint of amusement.

Intent on not being the dupe of this situation, hellcat began to take control and grind her pelvic arch to the rhythmic beats pumping from the utterer. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck opening 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."beguiler,"he grunted, and vixen gave a smug smile as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressing to either sides of her depressed back, successfully releasing endorphins into Vixen's body and forcing the first base ever good moan from her backtalk as she tilted her top dog back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his pelvis up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to form his script over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could send off her into a fit of moans and shout of physical bliss.

backstage, Chloe had fully revived in meter to see the stranger make Vixen groan for the world-class time, an achievement Chloe had tried fourth dimension and sentence again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed ineffectual to try and fail endlessly. It was like the fair sex was either truly made of glass with no cheek cells at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to advance some form of approval from the cleaning woman she spent interminable nights fantasizing about. The moment they had on stage were the well instant of her spirit, casting a glowing, euphoric brightness level on the bleak darkness she ran away from twelvemonth ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life sentence had to feed, cracking than all the highs combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to test 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 mind. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful java skin glowing with perspiration as her eyebrow furrowed with the concentration of a charwoman reaching her climax. Angry split escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging sinister eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen accomplish her first climax without so much as a touch modality from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redheader who more-or-less gave everyone the Saame full general point of niceness. Chloe dissipate daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another word. harpy stumbled backstage past the dancer to sit in a foldout chairwoman by the tree brightness on the incline of the stage. The girls watched her with untrusting smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled terpsichorean with a dark pixie cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another social dancer with choppy, dirty blonde stratum. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak smiling and rolled her center.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody hell 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,"harpy panted heavily with hooded eyes. The girlfriend looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with foiling. The group laughed, even vixen who had her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chair to catch her breath, but Chloe stood still and soundless with her diminutive hands balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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