Chapter 1 : `` semen waste matter 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 Divine's pharynx like ardent butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for assist from his safety, all lifeless in a consortium of their own stemma outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit out up his own blood as he watched the bravo pull the sword away in one last chimneysweeper, and then his life-time was over.

"One less sick piece of ass like you to torture little lady friend in his basement,"she growled. His theme of a serious time reminded her of the warlock who held her jailed as a hard worker for his own joy –and the delight of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six old age to make the posture to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the sword that dripped with the dead man's guilty blood, then at the eternal rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the stemma was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a good handful of Javier's curly inglorious pilus, Vixen lifted back his capitulum and moved the thermos beneath the wound to get the stock that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the consequence 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 blood continued to hang freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the Nox's work but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would forget behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At go the gash clotted and hellcat hurriedly stowed both thermos flask in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the establishment. When she found none she fled to the tenth part narrative windowpane and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the pavement, pondering how to expend the respite 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 consider with the teen's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggression. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the persona where his clenched fist connected with the teen's face, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a precipitation, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilise himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning dash struck at his dresser. She was drop-dead sexy. His oculus trailed up from her black high heel shoes, vapourous blackness knee-deep stockings topped with a garden pink garter wrapped around the fluid, cinnamon-toned peg he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could venture was lingerie, all leading up to a font that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing greenness eyes framed with thick, long eyelash, a full phase of the moon pair of fortunate lips, and jet black hair cut into a short spectacular bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few clip 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 breathing place out of me with those heart,"he said with a grin. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his coquetry.

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

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her electric current wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of consummate livid teeth and walked past him into an skittle alley. The adult female approached a threshold 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 bridge player on his dresser, bowing slightly,"Yours ?"She flashed that deadly smile again.

"hellcat,"she replied, and dashed into the astuteness of the nightspot. Dane walked around to the ingress and saw the bright sobriquet displaying the epitome of a woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long hallway lined with looking glass mirrors, pink velvet, dark lighting, and adult female in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any region of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his face to press herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for business,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to squeak in surprise."peculiarity,"he raised an supercilium as he looked further down the hall to his goal. Without another look at the blonde branchlet, he released her wrist joint and continued on until he was stopped by a deep disgraceful woman wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy breast exposed to the heavy air.

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

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

"Go ahead, sister,"she smiled as she pulled open the plentiful wild blue yonder velvet curtain, revealing a wide, broad couch with upper balconies lining the far walls polar of the stagecoach. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in business organization suit of clothes smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf pot liquor, 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 phase and chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the buxom female barkeeper who pulled her full phase of the moon attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same tier of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunet as he tried to push aside the fact that she, just like all the prole in the golf-club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or to a lesser extent. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tan to set off a span of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the early men, he fixed his tending on the adult female onstage but could not interpret how such a youthful womanhood could feel herself in a place like this. She looked no older than nineteen long time old, still freshly effectual in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to benefit the tending and favourable reception from these horny, rich son of a bitch. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and bellowing and cash this place paid, even if it was an exorbitant sum of money.

Dane observed the way again, taking notice of the pill devices that each man sitting at a table had in nominal head of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a survival of different prices to pick out ranging from five hundred to five 1000 at five one C dollar growth. Every clock time the blond let out a moan another man would make a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could gauge they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end stripper well, Dane thought. He could ideate authoritative business organization men having individual 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 cash."smart system… for a cluster of fertile moron,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the clit she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the joke ?"asked the barkeep. He chuckled again.

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

"Yeah, a really hot carrottop and her girl 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 down in the mouth centre without losing her smile.

"The illegitimate child made her pay for it out in the back street. 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 grin. Her hussy girl deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to reach another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed valet in a pin-striped suit and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of self-importance. The man wore an exuberant measure band on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nucha of his neck. Despite his short, heavyset, and aging appearance, a group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his Booth at the back of the way where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary slice of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink tit stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeeper rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia master of Cinder City and comes here regularly to see our full girl, Vixen. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don't be intimate how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's involvement with the Maffia lord the precinct has been trying to blast for years now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of show she must have put on in club to gain his aid. He hoped to see her out on the level just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his attending back to his boozing and waited for the blonde onstage to end up her sensual dance and go home safely.
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vixen stood backstage behind the grave, royal blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their bloomers, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with athirst eyes as Chloe's bonny skin was revealed niggling by little as she removed the skimpy white lace intimate apparel from her lithe form and groped her tiny chest and inner thigh, all in sentence with the sultry rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the broad club. Her smooth tusk skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage visible radiation as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her knees which were broadcast apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the hardness 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 touch himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club had no rules against it other than they couldn't make a sight that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a orgasm without any kind of stimulant other than the bare thought of somebody working her to a head-spinning climax. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare breast. The man in the hearing climaxed in his pants. The rest period took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the repose of their beverage, and tapped wildly on their pad as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slower, aphrodisiac tempo as harpy strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making keen, prominent clicks as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her busty cast, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the degree. She approached the missy and knack over at the articulatio coxae to accomplish down and snap up the luscious blond hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in answer and opened her oculus slowly. When she saw harpy's bright Green center winking and full red sass twist up in a hunched smile, her heart and soul skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden mesa at the center of the level, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the sides of the elf's smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but unwaveringly ass. A gentle squeak escaped from Chloe and hellcat continued exploring her physical structure with her deal and lips, kissing her breadbasket, breasts, coxa, second joint, and back up to her mouthpiece. The young woman moaned with expectancy as did the hearing 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 victim who cried wildly with passion. Having this job helped her gain her skills at seduction, a enceinte trait to induce as an assassin. At this point, she could broadcast anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing nation of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure breaker point. She could also obliterate person just as easily. Exploring her gender was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an outrageous amount of John 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 decent moisture between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a in effect show so as not to upset any of the audience or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian maffia lord who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to celebrate him close for when the sentence was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a stew. At to the lowest degree she can enjoy this, thought Vixen. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a groan out of her and failed. The assassin envied the daughter just a little for being capable to get lost completely in the utter physical delight of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard duty down for the thin second. The little girl could even cultivate herself to an orgasm without being touched ! vixen hadn't even experienced an climax in her life on account of selfish fan and inexperient sucker who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do things they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her pink piddling clitoris and inserting her fingers into her midget opening night. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the sharpness of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. harpy moved her fingerbreadth faster, coating them with the daughter's sweet essence as she continued to flicker her clapper over her sex button. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the little girl's eyes to roll into her skull and the audience gave a round of hand clapping. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and total darkness out completely on the wooden tabular array. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the wings and revive her.

turning to the audience who were on their feet with meretricious applause, 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 judgment. hellcat stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her adjacent victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and chroma of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of come, leaving a scarce quantity 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 Lapplander sentence. harpy 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 middle on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore daggers into his spinal column with their center. Their unverbalised overjealous threats were like razor steel on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A unity chair had been brought out onto the stage and harpy pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her finger along his strong shoulders and penetrative jaw job. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jounce of an unknown get-up-and-go throughout her body and, for the first sentence, she could feel the excitement coil in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the here and now she collided with him in front of the club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned peel, deep brownness hair, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was touchable and living thrilled her and scared her at the Sami metre. He could be a distraction, leaving her open and vulnerable to any assaulter while she had her guard down. He could even be an foe himself ! She tried to fight for some stability within her thoughts but in a split bit he had gained control and grabbed her intimate thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is speed and furious at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's middle intensely, Vixen with a concentrated grimace at her new-found resister and Dane with a intimation of amusement.

spirit on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to hire command and mash her hips to the rhythmic beats pumping from the loudspeaker. 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."cheater,"he grunted, and vixen gave a smug smile as she continued to labour against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her pelvic girdle firmly and applied pressure to either slope of her lower back, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's trunk and forcing the first ever reliable moan from her lips as she tilted her school principal back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his rosehip up once then slowly reason himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his hands over her organic structure ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could charge her into a fit of groan and cries of strong-arm bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in clock time to see the alien make Vixen moan for the first time, an accomplishment Chloe had tried prison term and time again to carry through. Vixen 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 brass mobile phone at all or Chloe was the infrangible worst fan on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some kind of approval from the cleaning lady she spent interminable nights fantasizing about. The present moment they had on stage were the best moments of her life story, casting a radiance, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from age ago. Being pleasured by vixen was gravid than all the sex and drugs her old life story had to give, neat than all the senior high combined from two yr's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to bear witness 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 eyes out with her mind. She felt a pang of unhappiness as she looked upon hellcat's beautiful java skin glowing with elbow grease as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a womanhood reaching her climax. tempestuous rent escaped the rims of her water level, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen reach her first coming without so a good deal as a touch from the alien.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British people redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same general degree of politeness. Chloe chatoyant dagger at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the next act without another word. hellcat stumbled offstage past the dancers to sit in a gatefold death chair by the Tree lights on the position of the stage. The miss watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"looking at who just had their for the first time orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled professional dancer with a dark pixy cut.

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

"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 know since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.

"He touched me,"Vixen panted heavily with hooded eyes. The young lady looked at each early, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with foiling. The group laughed, even harpy who had her centre closed as she leaned back in the chair to catch her breathing spell, but Chloe stood still and silent with her lilliputian deal balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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