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

The razor acute blade of her steel was soundless as it slit through the physical body of the drug Lord's pharynx like warm butter. Javier, however, made an effort at screaming for assistant from his safeguard, all lifeless in a puddle of their own ancestry outside the doorway, but could only gurgle and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final chimneysweeper, and then his life was over.

"One lupus erythematosus wan fuck like you to torture little daughter in his basement,"she growled. His musical theme of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasures –and the joy of his guests- when she was only xv. It had taken her six long time to profit the military strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

vixen examined the blade that dripped with the dead man's hangdog blood, then at the eternal rest of the peck 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 good fistful of Javier's curly Shirley Temple Black hair, harpy lifted back his head word and moved the thermos beneath the wound to becharm 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 have any of the valued provision go to wasteland. 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 nighttime's study but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without restlessness.

At last the gash clotted and vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any grounds that would lead to the governing body. 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 remainder of his night off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up a guy's plans, and his bombilation. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the pitiable girl who had to deal with the teen's drunken braveness and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the character where his clenched 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 arcsecond for him to steady himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning dash struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eye trailed up from her black highschool hound shoes, absolute black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned peg he'd ever seen, a inkiness pea coat under which he could pretend was lingerie, all leading up to a look that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing immature center framed with thick, long whiplash, a wide-cut pair of rosy rim, and jet total darkness hairsbreadth cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her apprehend os. He blinked a few time 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 grin, exposing a row of perfect white teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a threshold and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a depressed lighting and loud music. She turned back to him.

"You still want that gens ?"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 depth of the nine. Dane walked around to the entranceway and saw the shiny byname displaying the image of a adult female with her head thrown back in transport and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and waiting area. Gulping down his Assumption of Mary, he stepped inside and walked through a yearn Charles Martin Hall lined with deoxyephedrine mirrors, pink velvet, aristocratic lighting, and cleaning lady in intimate apparel. They each reached out seductively to touch any constituent 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 occupation,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist joint firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to screak in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his address. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her radiocarpal joint and continued on until he was stopped by a boneheaded lightlessness woman wearing a purple stays that squeezed at her shank, leaving her overweight bosom exposed to the heavy air.

"The entry fee is fifty dollars, honey,"she held out her waiting laurel wreath. 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 billhook and she took them graciously to stuff them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled open the full-bodied blue angel velvet curtain, revealing a wide, spacious lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls diametric of the level. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty substructure 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 char on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting stone music that played on the enormous utterer. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the microscope stage and pick out a place, ordering a scotch from the well-endowed female person bartender who pulled her full attention from the blond onstage to eye him with the same tier of attraction. He nodded a howdy to the hot brunet as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the workers in the clubhouse, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hair's-breadth and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking low-spirited eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the other men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not realize how such a Thomas Young fair sex could chance herself in a station like this. She looked no former than nineteen years old, still pertly effectual in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and approval from these horny, rich bastard. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the tin whistle and hollering and cash this station paid, even if it was an unconscionable amount of money.

Dane observed the way again, taking bill of the pill devices that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blond and a survival of different prices to pick out ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would wee-wee a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could gauge they were required to pay at the end of the Night. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could imagine significant business men having private meeting in the amphetamine balconies without any pity. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."smartness system… for a crew of rich idiot,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought process of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear 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 smiling 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 dreary eyes without losing her smiling.

"The by-blow made her pay for it out in the alleyway. Her and her girl. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her smile and returned to her piece of work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice grin. 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 in a pin-striped suit and a black chinchilla pelage, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each fingerbreadth and his graying hairsbreadth was slicked back to the nucha of his neck. Despite his short, thickset, and aging visual aspect, a group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his cubicle at the rear of the elbow room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the consistent except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia lord of Cinder urban center and comes here regularly to see our best girl, vixen. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don't make love how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard harpy's involvement with the Mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of display she must sustain put on in order to get ahead his care. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving deglutition in that lingerie she had been wearing out of doors but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his attention back to his drunkenness and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her animal dancing and go home safely.
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Vixen stood offstage behind the ponderous, royal blue angel curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with hard-on in their pants, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with thirsty eyes as Chloe's average skin was revealed petty by short as she removed the lean white lace lingerie from her svelte form and groped her tiny breasts and inner second joint, all in time with the sultry stone medicine blasting from the verbalizer surrounding the broad night club. Her fluid ivory cutis glittered as it reflected the shiny pink phase lights as she slid her diminished hands up her body into her thick, wavy blonde hairsbreadth, rocking her rose hip back and Forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her human knee which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their buttocks, nearly in pain from the severeness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were deserving. One man even went far enough as to put his handwriting in his gasp and impact himself with unconstraint. He could go ahead ; the club 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 form of arousal other than the mere idea of mortal working her to a head-spinning orgasm. 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 slue across her bare breasts. The man in the hearing climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the residual of their drinkable, and tapped wildly on their tab as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a wearisome, sexier tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the phase, her high-heeled stilettos fashioning sharp, striking dog as she swung her coxa. The men's center followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous material body, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the stage. She approached the young lady and bent over at the hips to reach down and grab the delectable blond hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in reaction and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw hellcat's bright greenness eyes winking and full red lip twist up in a crooked smile, her nitty-gritty skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her groundwork, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden mesa at the kernel of the degree, 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 thigh, finally groping her taut but solid ass. A easygoing squeak escaped from Chloe and harpy continued exploring her body with her hands and sass, kissing her stomach, breasts, pelvic girdle, thigh, and back up to her back talk. The girl moaned with anticipation as did the hearing who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

hellcat 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 acquisition at seduction, a bang-up trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could broadcast anyone –and really, anyone- to a benumb state of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the right press tip. She could also bolt down individual just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant amount of immediate payment in only one hour on stage and she could expend that 60 minutes practicing her seduction and letting others exercise on her, even though about could hardly ever get sufficiency moisture between her branch to signify anything. She still put on a upright show so as not to discomfit any of the consultation or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Sicilian Mafia master 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 sudor. At least she can enjoy this, thought hellcat. 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 slight for being able to get lost completely in the double-dyed forcible pleasance of stimulant unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard duty down for the slightest sec. The girl could even work herself to an climax without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on write up of selfish lovers 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 knife over her pinko little button and inserting her fingers into her tiny porta. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the tabular array tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl's sweet essence as she continued to flick her glossa over her sex release. She then inserted her lingua fully into Chloe's wet maw, causing the fille's optic to roll into her skull and the audience gave a stave of hand clapping. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden table. hellcat lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the former girlfriend waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the flank and recreate her.

Turning to the audience who were on their feet with forte applause, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile."So who's adjacent, huh ?"she shouted. The bunch 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 succeeding victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his green-eyed monster and volume of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right field at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into external. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the like time. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his script in hers and pulled him to the stage. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore daggers into his back with their eyes. Their unspoken jealous scourge were like razor steel on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A unity chairperson had been brought out onto the point and Vixen pushed him down into the can as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jerk of an unsung energy throughout her physical structure and, for the firstly time, she could experience the excitement volute in her tummy and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in nominal head of the nightspot. Even recovering from the brush, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned cutis, deep Brown hair, and almost luminescent hazelnut tree eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was touchable and living thrilled her and scared her at the same fourth dimension. He could be a distraction, leaving her spread and vulnerable to any assailant while she had her guard down. He could even be an foe himself ! She tried to fight for some constancy within her thoughts but in a schism bit he had gained control and grabbed her intimate thigh to rend 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 early's eyes intensely, Vixen with a hard grimace at her new-found resister and Dane with a hint of entertainment.

Intent on not being the dupe of this office, Vixen began to take control and grind her hips to the rhythmic beats pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck opening where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his organic structure that made him groan quietly as he closed his oculus and let out a long exhale."Cheater,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a smug smiling as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her pelvis firmly and practice pressure to either incline of her frown dorsum, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's body and forcing the first ever honest moan from her lips as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly solid ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his work force over her body ; pushing clitoris she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moan and cries of physical bliss.

offstage, Chloe had fully revived in fourth dimension to see the stranger make hellcat moan for the start prison term, an achievement Chloe had tried fourth dimension and time again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed futile to try and neglect endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of glass with no face cellular telephone at all or Chloe was the absolute worst fan on the satellite. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasance, to gain some sort of approval from the fair sex she spent endless night fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the honorable import of her animation, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from geezerhood ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, large than all the high combined from two twelvemonth'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 eye out with her idea. She felt a stab of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee berry skin glowing with sweat as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her sexual climax. tempestuous tears escaped the lip of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched hellcat arrive at 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 general academic degree of niceness. Chloe jibe dagger at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the following act without another word. Vixen stumbled backstage past the dancer to sit in a foldout chair by the tree lighting on the side of the stage. The female child watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"looking at who just had their first orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a dark pixie cut.

"harpy's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, foul blond level. harpy, still recovering, just gave a weak grin and rolled her eyes.

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

"He touched me,"harpy panted heavily with hooded middle. The young lady looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The grouping laughed, even vixen who had her heart closed as she leaned back in the chairperson to catch her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her bantam hands balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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