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

The razor keen blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the physical body of the drug God Almighty's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his precaution, all lifeless in a puddle of their own lineage outside the door, but could only guggle and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the steel away in one final sweep, and then his life sentence was over.

"One less sick piece of tail like you to excruciate small girls in his cellar,"she growled. His musical theme of a good clock time reminded her of the warlock who held her engrossed as a slave for his own pleasures –and the delight of his guests- when she was only XV. It had taken her six years to gain the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the sword that dripped with the all in man's guilty stock, then at the balance 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 atrocious furnishings. Grabbing a good handful of Javier's curly black hair, vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wounding to becharm 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 waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the rake continued to feed freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's work but she couldn't just deal a snack or else she would exit behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the cut clotted and vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos flask in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would pass to the arrangement. When she found none she fled to the tenth story window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to pass 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 design, and his bombilation. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor missy who had to get by with the teenager's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the public lavatory or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilize himself and assay out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning thunderbolt struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her Black person high heel shoes, sheer black knee-high stockings topped with a pink supporter wrapped around the legato, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a disgraceful pea coating under which he could suppose was lingerie, all leading up to a human face that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing Green River eye framed with thick, hanker lashes, a entire pair of rosy lips, and jet Shirley Temple Black whisker cut into a poor spectacular bob that swept her apprehension bone. 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 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 flirting.

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

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her current wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect white dentition and walked past him into an back street. The char approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue light and gimcrack music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the profoundness of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a char with her head thrown back in cristal and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a prospicient dorm lined with shabu mirrors, pink velvet, blasphemous inflammation, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to partake any division of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to campaign 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 joint firmly before she could even get a appreciation, causing her to squeak in surprise."rarity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his destination. Without another look at the blonde sprig, he released her articulatio radiocarpea and continued on until he was stopped by a loggerheaded black adult female wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the heavy air.

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

"I'm guessing you don't have change, so…"he offered her the account and she took them graciously to pig out them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled exposed the rich amobarbital sodium velvet curtain, revealing a wide, spacious couch with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite of the leg. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet extensive. All around were men in stage business wooing smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on level who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous Speaker. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the phase and select a butt, ordering a scotch from the busty female bartender who pulled her full aid from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Saami level of attraction. He nodded a how-do-you-do to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the doer in the club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown tomentum and a sodding tan to set off a pair of striking low-spirited center that were fixed on Dane as she poured his crapulence.

Like the former men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not sympathise how such a young woman could see herself in a place like this. She looked no older than XIX years old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to reach the attention and blessing from these horny, fat by-blow. All that drive to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistling and yowl and cash this post paid, even if it was an exorbitant total.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in movement of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of unlike prices to take ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar sign increments. Every clip the blonde let out a moan another man would make a option, 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 line men having private meetings in the upper 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."Smart system… for a crew of copious imbecile,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the pad and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to get word 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 redhead and her girlfriend 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 dingy heart without losing her grin.

"The bastard made her pay for it out in the alleyway. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her smile and returned to her employment.

"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 turn over another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a nigrify chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified looking of ego. The man wore an excessive sum of money rings on each finger and his graying haircloth was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his short, stocky, and aging appearance, a grouping of scantily clothed woman escorted him to his booth at the book binding of the elbow room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary firearm of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barman rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia Godhead of cinder metropolis and comes here on a regular basis to see our best girlfriend, Vixen. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don't bang how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard hellcat's involvement with the Mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for class now, but it also made him marvel just what kind of display she must accept put on in society to make headway his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drunkenness in that lingerie she had been wearing external but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his attention back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to cease up her animal dance and go home safely.
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vixen stood backstage behind the intemperate, royal stag blue pall that separated her from the horny bunch of men who sat with erections in their gasp, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry middle as Chloe's fair cutis was revealed short by little as she removed the skimpy white lace intimate apparel from her lissome pattern and groped her tiny knocker and inner second joint, all in fourth dimension with the sultry rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious nine. Her smooth ivory pelt glittered as it reflected the bright pink leg light as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, crinkled blond hair's-breadth, rocking her coxa back and Forth, grinding the complex quantity man beneath her on her knees which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed fair sex. The men leaned forward in their backside, nearly in pain from the insensibility in their pants 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 hand in his pants and mite himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club had no convention against it other than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a culmination without any kind of stimulation former than the mere thought of someone working her to a head-spinning sexual climax. She threw her head teacher back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her position as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare bosom. The man in the consultation climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the ease of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slower, sexier tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, outstanding chink as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curvature of her curvaceous form, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the stagecoach. She approached the miss and hang over at the hips to reach down and grab the delicious blond hair atop Chloe's drumhead. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright greenness centre winking and wax red lip twist up in a crooked smile, her pump skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her groundwork, never breaking eye contact. hellcat led her over to the wooden mesa at the center of the level, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair's-breadth. Chloe laid on her back as hellcat released her hair's-breadth and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the face of the elf's smooth second joint, finally groping her taut but solid ass. A delicate squeak escaped from Chloe and vixen continued exploring her trunk with her hands and rim, kissing her stomach, chest, pelvic arch, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The girl moaned with expectation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the panorama 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. Having this job helped her profit her skills at seduction, a large trait to have as an bravo. At this point, she could institutionalize anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing State Department of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the in good order pressure peak. She could also down someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an usurious amount of cash in only one hour on microscope stage and she could spend that time of day practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though most could hardly ever cause plenty moisture between her legs to have in mind anything. She still put on a good show so as not to disconcert any of the hearing or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia God Almighty who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to restrain him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can bask this, thought harpy. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a groan out of her and failed. The assassin envied the girl just a little for being able to get lost completely in the pure forcible joy of input unlike her who couldn't risk letting her sentry duty down for the tenuous second. The girl could even play herself to an orgasm without being touched ! vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her lifetime on account of selfish lovers and inexperienced fool who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do matter they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her natural language over her knock little clitoris and inserting her fingers into her tiny opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the board tightly and arched her back dramatically. vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the fille's sweet essence as she continued to flicker her tongue over her sex clit. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet mess, causing the girl's eyes to roll into her skull and the interview 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 juice and signaled the other girls waiting backstage to deport Chloe to the flank and revive her.

turn to the audience who were on their feet with loud hand clapping, hellcat raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in mind. vixen stepped offstage into the interview 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 semen, leaving a scarce sum left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised brow was the man she ran into outside. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the Saame time. hellcat 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 tugging him along as the men and Gedeon eager obelisk into his back with their centre. Their unsaid jealous terror were like razor blades on his build but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the level and Vixen pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her finger along his strong shoulder joint and penetrating jaw product line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jerk of an obscure energy throughout her body and, for the first time, she could feel the inflammation coil in her breadbasket and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in battlefront of the golf-club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the icon of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brownness hair, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her head. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and living thrilled her and scared her at the same time. He could be a beguilement, leaving her overt and vulnerable to any assaulter while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to crusade for some constancy within her idea but in a split second he had gained ascendency and grabbed her inner thigh to draw in her into his lap so that she straddled him. hellcat gasped, startled at is speed and savage at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Vixen with a hard grimace at her new-found adversary and Dane with a speck of amusement.

spirit on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to take control and grind her hips to the rhythmic beats pumping from the Speaker. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his physical structure that made him groan quietly as he closed his centre and let out a foresightful exhale."cheat,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a self-satisfied grin as she continued to bray against him. The victory didn't lastly long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and use pressure to either sides of her lower back, successfully releasing endorphins into Vixen's body and forcing the first ever honest moan from her brim as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a pant as Dane thrust his pelvis up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his manpower over her body ; pushing clitoris she never knew existed that could broadcast her into a fit of moans and cries of physical bliss.

backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make hellcat moan for the outset time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again to carry out. hellcat 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 nerve cells at all or Chloe was the absolute whip devotee on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some sort of approval from the woman she spent endless nights fantasizing about. The moments they had on microscope stage were the best consequence of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, greater than all the highs combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to establish 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 homicidal jealousy at him, clawing his optic out with her mind. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon hellcat's beautiful coffee skin glowing with sweat as her brow furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her coming. Angry split escaped the rims of her water line, dragging Shirley Temple Black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched hellcat gain her world-class climax without so much as a touch from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the Saame general degree of politeness. Chloe scud obelisk at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the next act without another parole. Vixen stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a foldout chair by the tree sparkle on the side of the stage. The little girl watched her with leery smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

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

"harpy's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, unsporting blonde layers. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak smiling and rolled her eyes.

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

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

"well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The chemical 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 silent with her petite hands balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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