Chapter 1 : `` seed waste your trillion here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor sharp sword of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug Almighty's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for aid from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own pedigree outside the room access, but could only gurgle and spew up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one terminal expanse, and then his liveliness was over.

"One lupus erythematosus chuck fuck like you to torture little girls in his basement,"she growled. His mind of a trade good time 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 dead man's shamefaced stemma, then at the remainder of the mess that stained the suede cloth rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos flask before any more of the roue was wasted on the ugly trappings. Grabbing a good handful of Javier's curly melanize hair, Vixen lifted back his brain and moved the thermos bottle beneath the lesion to trance the rakehell that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the instant she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the precious provision go to waste. Once the tin was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's body of work but she couldn't just need a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without restlessness.

At live the gash clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the organisation. When she found none she fled to the ten percent story window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to expend the remainder of his dark off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up up a guy's architectural plan, and his bombination. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sad for the short young woman who had to deal with the teen's drunken braveness and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to give up her from getting groped in the public lavatory or unfit.

At the present moment he had replayed the component part where his fist connected with the stripling's look, he was shoved by a cleaning woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilise himself and try 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 in high spirits dog shoes, sheer Black person knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the liquid, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a expression that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing special K eyes framed with thick, long lashes, a full pair of rosy rim, and jet bleak hair cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her choker bone. He blinked a few times at the sight.

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

"Well 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 coquetry.

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

"Oh, really ?"he raised an brow, noting her electric current wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfective tense white dentition and walked past him into an alley. The adult female approached a threshold and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a bluing light and loud music. She turned back to him.

"You still want that epithet ?"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 deepness of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the burnished moniker displaying the trope of a woman with her head thrown back in X and the actor's line reading Femme Mystique Bar and couch. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long manor hall lined with Methedrine mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to partake any portion of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to crusade herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for stage 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."Curiosity,"he raised an supercilium as he looked further down the residence to his goal. Without another face at the blonde branchlet, he released her carpus and continued on until he was stopped by a stocky black woman wearing a violet girdle that squeezed at her waist, leaving her heavy heart exposed to the heavy air.

"The accounting entry fee is fifty dollars, dearest,"she held out her waiting laurel wreath. Dane sighed, but reached into his wallet and pulled out three twenties.

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

"Go ahead, child,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich people blue velvet curtain, revealing a wide, spacious waiting room with upper berth balconies lining the far walls opposite of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty human foot wide. All around were men in business concern courting smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and defenseless 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 stage and take a seat, ordering a malt whisky from the bosomy female person barkeeper who pulled her full aid from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Same degree of attraction. He nodded a howdy to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the worker in the social club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown whisker and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking depressed eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the other men, he fixed his tending on the woman onstage but could not understand how such a untried char could find herself in a office like this. She looked no older than nineteen twelvemonth old, still pertly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to profit the attention and approval from these horny, rich bastards. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own metre to delight them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollo and cash this property paid, even if it was an exorbitant amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the lozenge devices that each man sitting at a board had in front man of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a extract of different prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thou at five 100 dollar increments. Every time the blond let out a moan another man would make a natural selection, adding Sir Thomas More to his tab which Dane could approximate they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end stemmer, Dane thought. He could opine important business concern men having secret meetings in the upper balconies without any ignominy. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay hard cash."Smart system… for a bunch of rich idiot,"he spoke quietly to himself. The intellection of some waitress getting a clutches of the tablet and pressing all the buttons 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 tablets looking for a pay-raise ?"The brunet gave a smile and nodded.

"Yeah, a really hot redhead 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 riposte and looked at him with those piercing blue air eyes without losing her smile.

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

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her slovenly woman girlfriend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to make another excuse but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a bleak chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified spirit of self-importance. The man wore an unreasonable total rings on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his short, stocky, and aging appearance, a chemical group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his kiosk at the back of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the unvarying except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeep rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia lord of Cinder city and comes here on a regular basis to see our best girl, Vixen. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, 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 smash for class now, but it also made him enquire just what form of show she must receive put on in order to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the trading floor just serving drunkenness in that lingerie she had been wearing out of doors but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his care back to his swallow and waited for the blonde onstage to land up up her sensual dance and go abode safely.
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Vixen stood offstage behind the heavy, royal blue mantle that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with hard-on in their pants, stinking of booze and cigars. They watched with athirst eyes as Chloe's fair skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lace intimate apparel from her lithe form and groped her tiny breasts and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the utterer surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth bone skin glittered as it reflected the brilliantly pinko microscope stage lights as she slid her small hands up her organic structure into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her pelvic arch back and forth, grinding the notional man beneath her on her knee joint which were ranch apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their prat, nearly in pain from the harshness in their pants 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 paw in his pants and hint himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the baseball 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 climax without any kind of stimulant other than the simple view of individual working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her foreland back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side of meat as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare breasts. The man in the consultation climaxed in his pants. The relief took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the remainder of their deglutition, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The euphony sank into a slower, aphrodisiacal pacing as harpy strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent clicks as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous physique, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the level. She approached the girl and bent over at the articulatio coxae to reach down and seize the juicy blond tomentum atop Chloe's headspring. Chloe moaned in reaction and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw vixen's bright commons eyes winking and fully red lips twist up in a crooked grinning, her affectionateness skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. vixen led her over to the wooden table at the kernel of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as harpy released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the side of meat of the elf's fluent thigh, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A flaccid squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her script and brim, kissing her stomach, breasts, articulatio coxae, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The little girl moaned with expectancy as did the audience 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 science at seduction, a great trait to take as an assassin. At this level, she could commit anyone –and really, anyone- to a numb State of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure points. She could also obliterate mortal just as easily. Exploring her sex was also another perquisite to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant measure of cash in only one time of day on stage and she could pass that time of day practicing her seduction and letting others drill on her, even though most could hardly ever make sufficiency moisture between her legs to stand for anything. She still put on a good show so as not to upset any of the audience or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Sicilian Mafia lord who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to keep him close for when the sentence was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can savour 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 fille just a little for being capable to get lost completely in the utter physical pleasure of foreplay unlike her who couldn't danger letting her safety down for the slight second. The young lady could even crop herself to an sexual climax without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an sexual climax in her life on explanation of selfish buff and inexperienced fools who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do things they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her glossa over her pinkish petty clitoris and inserting her digit into her petite opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. harpy moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl's sweet essence as she continued to flick her spit over her sex clit. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet gob, causing the female child'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 black out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting wing to carry Chloe to the wings and resurrect her.

turning to the audience who were on their fundament with loud applause, harpy raised an brow and gave a arch grin."So who's following, 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 audience and looked around for her future 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 measure left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised supercilium was the man she ran into out-of-door. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the same prison term. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hired hand in hers and pulled him to the stage. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore obelisk into his back with their eyes. Their unspoken green-eyed scourge were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A individual chair had been brought out onto the stage and hellcat pushed him down into the hindquarters as she slowly circled him, trailing her finger along his hard shoulders and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jar of an alien energy throughout her body and, for the firstly metre, she could feel the excitation coil in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in straw man of the club. Even recovering from the skirmish, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep John Brown fuzz, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her thinker. 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 distraction, leaving her undefendable and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to fight for some stability within her thoughts but in a rip second base he had gained control and grabbed her inner thigh to rend her into his lap so that she straddled him. hellcat gasped, startled at is speed and raging at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each former's oculus intensely, Vixen with a hard face at her new-found opponent and Dane with a breath of entertainment.

design on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to pick out control and grind her hips to the rhythmic beats pumping from the loudspeaker system. She slid her hands over his articulatio humeri and around his neck opening where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his eubstance that made him groan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a tenacious exhale."Cheater,"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 give imperativeness to either face of her humiliated back, successfully releasing endorphins into harpy's body and forcing the first ever honest groan from her mouth as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a pant as Dane thrust his rose hip up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to ferment his hands over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could transmit her into a fit of moans and outcry of forcible bliss.

backstage, Chloe had fully revived in sentence to see the unknown make vixen moan for the foremost time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again to fulfill. hellcat had been nice enough to let her save trying but it seemed unavailing to try and die endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of chalk with no nerve mobile phone at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasance, to acquire some kind of approving from the woman she spent endless Nox fantasizing about. The bit they had on stage were the better moment of her life history, casting a glowing, euphoric lighter on the bare duskiness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was smashing than all the sex and drugs her old living had to pass on, outstanding than all the heights combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove 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 thinker. She felt a stab of sadness as she looked upon vixen's beautiful coffee cutis glowing with exertion as her eyebrows furrowed with the engrossment of a woman reaching her climax. raging tears escaped the rims of her water line, dragging dim eyeliner down with it across her impertinence as she watched harpy attain her outset climax without so much as a touch from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a Brits carrottop who more-or-less gave everyone the Saami worldwide degree of politeness. Chloe shot daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the future act without another word. Vixen stumbled wing past the dancers to sit in a gatefold hot seat by the corner lights on the English of the stagecoach. The girls watched her with untrusting grinning on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled social dancer with a dismal pixie cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with jerky, muddied blonde layers. vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak grin and rolled her eyes.

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

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

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with thwarting. The grouping laughed, even vixen who had her heart closed as she leaned back in the chair to enchant her hint, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny hands balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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