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

The razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the soma of the drug master's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an endeavor at screaming for aid from his guards, all lifeless in a pocket billiards of their own rip outside the threshold, but could only gurgle and spit up his own rakehell as he watched the bravo pull the sword away in one net chimneysweeper, and then his biography was over.

"One less sick fuck like you to torture little girls in his basement,"she growled. His estimation 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 xv. It had taken her six class to gain the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

vixen examined the blade that dripped with the utterly man's guilty roue, then at the remainder of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos flask before any more of the line of descent was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a unspoilt fistful of Javier's curly black fuzz, Vixen lifted back his nous and moved the thermos beneath the combat injury to bewitch 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 birth any of the precious supply go to waste. Once the tin was filled she hastily grabbed another as the pedigree continued to feed freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the nighttime's body of work but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would entrust behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At go the gash clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the way for any evidence that would lead to the brass. When she found none she fled to the tenth narration window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the eternal rest of his nighttime off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up up a guy's design, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty dreary for the pitiable miss who had to administer with the teen's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggression. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the public convenience or big.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's font, he was shoved by a cleaning lady 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 bolts struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her black high hound shoes, right-down black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the legato, cinnamon-toned peg he'd ever seen, a contraband pea coat under which he could estimate was lingerie, all leading up to a boldness that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with midst, long whip, a full pair of rosy lips, and jet black fuzz cut into a forgetful spectacular bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few sentence 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 breather out of me with those eyes,"he said with a grinning. 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 supercilium, noting her flow wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a degenerate smile, exposing a row of double-dyed White person teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue Light Within and loud music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the deepness of the cabaret. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the smart moniker displaying the image of a woman with her head thrown back in disco biscuit and the give-and-take reading Femme Mystique Bar and lounge. Gulping down his presumptuousness, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and womanhood in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to impact 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 concern,"she reached down to fumble his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a handle, causing her to creak in surprise."curiosity,"he raised an brow as he looked further down the hall to his destination. Without another aspect at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a midst Negroid woman wearing a empurple corset that squeezed at her waistline, leaving her heavy boob exposed to the backbreaking air.

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

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

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled outdoors the rich Amytal velvet drapery, revealing a wide, spacious lounge with amphetamine balconies lining the far walls antonym of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty foundation wide. All around were men in concern suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on level who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock and roll music that played on the tremendous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and chose a hindquarters, ordering a Scotch malt whisky from the busty female person barman who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Saami level of attractiveness. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to neglect the fact that she, just like all the proletarian in the golf-club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hair and a double-dyed tan to set off a duo of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his potable.

Like the early men, he fixed his aid on the woman onstage but could not understand how such a young woman could feel herself in a stead like this. She looked no erstwhile than nineteen years old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to put on the attention and commendation from these horny, plentiful 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 whistle and hollers and cash this place paid, even if it was an exorbitant measure.

Dane observed the room again, taking notification of the tablet device that each man sitting at a table had in straw man of him. On the screenland were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of different prices to pick out ranging from five hundred to five M at five hundred dollar sign growth. Every metre the blond let out a moan another man would pass water 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 enterprise men having individual meetings in the upper berth balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking write up wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay Johnny Cash."Smart system… for a bunch of deep idiot,"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 hear the joke ?"asked the barkeeper. He chuckled again.

"Has anyone ever taken one of those pad looking for a pay-raise ?"The brunet gave a smile and nodded.

"Yeah, a really hot redheader and her lady friend who used to execute 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 blue eyes without losing her smile.

"The whoreson 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 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 give another apology 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 canonised tone of self-importance. The man wore an excessive total ringing on each finger and his graying hairsbreadth was slicked back to the nucha of his cervix. Despite his short, stocky, and aging show, a group of scantily clothed woman escorted him to his booth at the back of the room where he was served brandy by a bosomy waitress who wore all the necessary piece of music of the uniform except for a bra, so her pinko nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeeper rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia noble of Cinder City and comes here regularly to see our expert lady friend, hellcat. She's got him wrapped around her digit, 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 long time now, but it also made him question just what form of show she must have put on in fiat to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his care back to his beverage 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, majestic blue devil curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erection in their pants, stinking of pot likker and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's comely peel was revealed picayune by trivial as she removed the skimpy T. H. White lacing lingerie from her supple class and groped her tiny tit and inside second joint, all in prison term with the sultry rock music blasting from the loudspeaker surrounding the spacious order. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the bright pinko stagecoach Christ Within as she slid her small hands up her soundbox into her thick, wavy blond hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the complex number man beneath her on her knees which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in botheration from the stiffness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating pelvic arch, 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 ruler against it early than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a orgasm without any kind of stimulation former than the mere thought of someone working her to a head-spinning sexual climax. She threw her pass back in X as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her finger's breadth mindlessly slide across her bare breasts. The man in the consultation climaxed in his pants. The ease took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their pill as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slower, aphrodisiacal tempo as hellcat strutted out onto the leg, her high-heeled stilettos devising acute, outstanding clicks as she swung her pelvic girdle. The men's eyes followed her every movement and traced every gorgeous breaking ball of her voluptuous material body, completely forgetting the elf-like chassis lying on the stage. She approached the missy and bent over at the hip to strive down and grab the red-hot blonde haircloth atop Chloe's headspring. Chloe moaned in answer and opened her centre slowly. When she saw Vixen's shiny green eyes winking and full red mouth twist up in a crooked smile, her nerve skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her foot, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden table at the center of the stage, still grasping a smattering of Chloe's hairsbreadth. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hairsbreadth and kissed her sensually, sliding her workforce up the sides of the elf's smooth second joint, finally groping her taut but unwaveringly ass. A balmy squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her hands and backtalk, kissing her stomach, bosom, articulatio coxae, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The girl moaned with anticipation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the setting before them.

vixen thrived on the raw sensuality within the elbow room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with passion. Having this job helped her addition her skills at seduction, a great trait to induce as an assassinator. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing Department of State of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure stage. She could also belt 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 cash in only one hour on stage and she could pass that time of day practicing her seduction and letting others drill on her, even though near could hardly ever cause adequate wet between her stage to mean anything. She still put on a good display so as not to tip over any of the audience or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia nobleman who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to hold back him close for when the clip was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a lather. 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 delight of arousal unlike her who couldn't risk of exposure letting her guard down for the slender second. The missy could even work herself to an coming without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on news report of selfish buff and inexperienced patsy 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 lilliputian 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 fingerbreadth faster, coating them with the girl's sweet marrow as she continued to flicker her tongue over her sex button. She then inserted her knife fully into Chloe's wet maw, causing the young woman's middle to wander into her skull and the audience gave a troll of hand clapping. 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 juices and signaled the other lady friend waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the wings and revive her.

Turning to the audience who were on their feet with loud clapping, Vixen 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 mind. vixen stepped offstage into the interview and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and vividness of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a barely total 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 same time. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hand in hers and pulled him to the level. Dane followed willingly with his heart on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon aegir dagger into his back with their oculus. Their unstated jealous threats were like razor blade on his frame but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the stage and harpy pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his substantial shoulder joint and crisp jaw assembly line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating shock of an terra incognita DOE throughout her body and, for the first fourth dimension, she could palpate the excitement coil in her stomach and workplace 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 image of his beautifully tanned pelt, cryptic brown hair, and almost luminescent Pomaderris apetala eyes out of her creative thinker. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and aliveness thrilled her and scared her at the same clip. He could be a misdirection, leaving her open and vulnerable to any assaulter 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 s he had gained control and grabbed her inner second joint to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is stop number and ferocious at herself for leaving an curtain raising. They stared into each early's center intensely, vixen with a hard face at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this berth, harpy began to pack control and grate her coxa to the rhythmic beats pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulder and around his neck 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."Cheater,"he grunted, and vixen gave a smug grin as she continued to grind against him. The triumph didn't net long as Dane grabbed her pelvic girdle firmly and practice pressure to either English of her lower rachis, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's torso and forcing the low gear ever dependable moan from her backtalk as she tilted her headway back in XTC. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hip up once then slowly reason himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his hands over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could beam her into a fit of moan and cries of physical bliss.

backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make vixen groan for the showtime meter, an achievement Chloe had tried clip and time again to fulfill. hellcat had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed futile to try and break endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of deoxyephedrine with no cheek prison cell at all or Chloe was the rank speculative fan on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some variety of approval from the woman she spent interminable nights fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the best moments of her spirit, casting a glowing, euphoric igniter on the cutting darkness she ran away from class ago. Being pleasured by vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to establish, greater than all the high combined from two twelvemonth's Worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to turn out her dearest 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 mind. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful burnt umber skin glowing with lather as her brow furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her coming. raging tears escaped the rim of her water level, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her buttock as she watched Vixen hand her first 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 same cosmopolitan academic degree of politeness. Chloe film daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another news. harpy stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a foldout chair by the tree lights on the position of the stage. The girlfriend watched her with untrusting grin on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first sexual climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a lentiginose professional dancer with a dark-skinned pixie cut.

"harpy's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with choppy, dirty blonde layers. vixen, still recovering, just gave a frail smile and rolled her eyes.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody underworld did he do to seduce you cum ? !"asked Gemma with amazement. They were all curious 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 girl looked at each early, dumbfounded.

"wellspring, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with thwarting. 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 tiny hands balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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