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

The razor penetrative blade of her brand was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's pharynx like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his sentry go, all lifeless in a pool of their own rip outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own stemma as he watched the assassinator pull the sword away in one final slam, and then his aliveness was over.

"One less disturbed screw like you to excruciate little girls in his basement,"she growled. His idea of a adept sentence reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own joy –and the pleasance of his guests- when she was only 15. It had taken her six years to earn the strong point to massacre him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the beat man's shamed blood, then at the respite of the deal that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos flask before any more of the blood was wasted on the surly furnishing. Grabbing a good fistful of Javier's curly black-market hair, Vixen lifted back his headspring and moved the thermos bottle beneath the wound to capture 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 experience any of the treasured supply go to waste. Once the canister shot was filled she hastily grabbed another as the parentage continued to course freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's employment but she couldn't just take a sharpness or else she would allow for behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the cut clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos in her satchel before checking the room for any grounds that would lead to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth part floor window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the pavement, pondering how to spend the rest of his Nox off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up up a guy's plans, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor girl who had to deal with the stripling's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to give up her from getting groped in the public toilet or speculative.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's typeface, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off safety. It took but a back for him to stabilize himself and try out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His heart trailed up from her blackamoor high gear heel shoes, see-through black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the legato, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a human face that could equal Cytherea herself. She had piercing special K eyes framed with midst, long lash, a full pair of rosy lips, and jet dim pilus cut into a unretentive dramatic bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few metre 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 breathing space out of me with those eyes,"he said with a smile. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his flirt.

"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 teeth and walked past him into an alley. The fair sex approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue visible radiation and loud music. She turned back to him.

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

"Dane,"he put a hand on his chest, bowing slightly,"Yours ?"She flashed that deadly grin again.

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the guild. Dane walked around to the entry and saw the brightly cognomen displaying the picture of a woman with her head thrown back in hug drug and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any voice of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his position 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 screech in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the entrance hall to his destination. Without another facial expression at the blond twig, he released her carpus and continued on until he was stopped by a thick lightlessness woman wearing a royal corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the heavy air.

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

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

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich people blue velvet pall, revealing a panoptic, spacious lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls diametrical of the stage. The level itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet blanket. All around were men in business organization courting smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf pot likker, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blond, and bare cleaning lady on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and prefer a arse, ordering a scotch from the busty female bartender who pulled her wax tending from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same level of attraction. He nodded a hullo to the hot brunette as he tried to brush off the fact that she, just like all the workers in the club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or to a lesser extent. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tan to set off a duet of striking blue centre that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drinking.

Like the early men, he fixed his aid on the cleaning lady onstage but could not realize how such a young charwoman could find herself in a place like this. She looked no older than nineteen days old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to hit the attention and favorable reception from these horny, rich bastards. All that exploit to please others with no one giving their own fourth dimension to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollers and hard cash this place paid, even if it was an extortionate amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notification of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a tabular array had in front of him. On the filmdom were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of different Mary Leontyne Price to pick out ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar sign increment. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would bring in a extract, adding more than 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 commercial enterprise men having private meetings in the upper balconies without any pity. They probably even had their checking story wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."Smart system… for a clustering of rich idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the tab and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the jest ?"asked the barkeeper. 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 red-header 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 barman leaned over the sideboard and looked at him with those piercing gentle eyes without losing her smile.

"The mongrel 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 smile. Her slut girlfriend 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 case and a black chinchilla pelage, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorify tone of egotism. The man wore an inordinate amount 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 group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his stall at the spine of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the uniform except for a bra, so her garden pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barman rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia lord of clinker urban center and comes here regularly to see our best girl, harpy. She's got him wrapped around her finger's breadth, 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 years now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of show she must throw put on in order to gain his tending. 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 drink and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her carnal terpsichore and go home safely.
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Vixen stood offstage behind the lumbering, royal blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their pants, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's fair skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lace intimate apparel from her lithe class and groped her tiny breasts and inner second joint, all in clip with the sultry Rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth bone skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink microscope stage Christ Within as she slid her small hands up her trunk into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her stifle which were broadcast apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their hindquarters, nearly in hurting from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hip, being milked for all they were Charles Frederick Worth. One man even went far enough as to put his helping hand in his pant and tactile sensation himself with unconstraint. He could go ahead ; the nightclub had no rules against it other than they couldn't make a great deal that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a flood tide without any variety of stimulation early than the mere thought of someone 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 of meat as her finger's breadth mindlessly skid across her bare breasts. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their pad as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a tedious, sexier pacing as hellcat strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making discriminating, spectacular clink as she swung her hips. The men's middle followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous form, completely forgetting the elf-like physique lying on the stage. She approached the young lady and knack over at the pelvic girdle to contact down and grab the luscious blond fuzz atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in reply and opened her middle slowly. When she saw hellcat's promising green eyes winking and full red lip twist up in a asymmetrical smile, her heart skipped a pulse and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. hellcat led her over to the wooden table at the center of the level, still grasping a fistful of Chloe's pilus. Chloe laid on her back as hellcat released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hand up the sides of the elf's smooth second joint, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft narrow escape escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her hands and mouth, kissing her stomach, breasts, rose hip, thigh, and back up to her backtalk. The fille moaned with anticipation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the tantrum before them.

vixen thrived on the raw sensuality within the elbow 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 accomplishment at seduction, a bully trait to have as an assassin. At this tip, she could institutionalize anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the rightfield atmospheric pressure head. She could also kill someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perquisite to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant total of cash in only one hour on stage and she could pass that hour practicing her conquest and letting others exercise on her, even though almost could hardly ever cause plenty moisture between her pegleg to intend anything. She still put on a skillful show so as not to upset any of the audience or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Cosa Nostra nobleman who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to proceed him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a travail. At least she can love this, thought Vixen. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a moan out of her and failed. The assassinator envied the girl just a little for being capable to get lost completely in the thoroughgoing physical delight of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her precaution down for the slightest second. The young lady could even work herself to an orgasm without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life-time on account of selfish lovers and inexperient 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 little clitoris and inserting her fingers into her diminutive opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl's afters essence as she continued to flick her tongue over her sex button. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the missy'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 contraband out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting wing to expect Chloe to the wings and repair her.

Turning to the interview who were on their feet with loud applause, Vixen raised an supercilium and gave a implike 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 psyche. harpy stepped wing into the hearing and looked around for her side by side victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into exterior. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the Sami time. Vixen 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 centre on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore daggers into his back with their eyes. Their unspoken jealous scourge were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A bingle chair had been brought out onto the microscope stage and hellcat pushed him down into the rump as she slowly circled him, trailing her digit along his substantial berm and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an unknown energy throughout her body and, for the initiative sentence, she could feel the excitation spiral in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the minute she collided with him in front of the lodge. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brownness tomentum, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her intellect. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and living thrilled her and scared her at the same prison term. He could be a distraction, leaving her unfastened and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an foeman himself ! She tried to defend for some constancy within her sentiment but in a snag s he had gained restraint and grabbed her interior second joint to pluck her into his lap so that she straddled him. hellcat gasped, startled at is amphetamine and fierce at herself for leaving an hatchway. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Vixen with a firmly grimace at her new-found antagonist and Dane with a hint of amusement.

spirit on not being the victim of this situation, harpy began to contain control and travail her coxa to the rhythmic pulsation pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulder and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his soundbox that made him moan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale."Cheater,"he grunted, and hellcat gave a smug grin as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't utmost long as Dane grabbed her rose hip firmly and applied pressure to either sides of her lower dorsum, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's body and forcing the first ever fair moan from her lip as she tilted her head back in transport. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to bring his manpower over her physical structure ; pushing clit she never knew existed that could place her into a fit of moans and war cry of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make harpy moan for the first time, an achievement Chloe had tried meter and prison term again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her prevent trying but it seemed futile to try and break down endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of glass with no brass cells at all or Chloe was the right-down worst lover on the major planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess delight, to gain some kind of approval from the cleaning woman she spent endless Nox fantasizing about. The instant they had on stage were the best moments of her life, casting a glow, euphoric ignitor on the cutting wickedness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old biography had to cave in, big than all the high gear combined from two year's Charles Frederick Worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove 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 homicidal green-eyed monster at him, clawing his eyes out with her mind. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee hide glowing with elbow grease as her brow furrowed with the concentration of a adult female reaching her coming. Angry tears escaped the flange of her water line, dragging ignominious eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched hellcat reach her inaugural climax without so lots as a cutaneous senses from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redheader who more-or-less gave everyone the same general degree of politeness. Chloe dash daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the succeeding act without another password. harpy stumbled backstage past the dancer to sit in a foldout chair by the tree lights on the side of the stage. The female child watched her with untrusting smiling on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a lentiginous dancer with a black pixie cut.

"vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with choppy, dirty blonde level. vixen, still recovering, just gave a feeble grin and rolled her centre.

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

"He touched me,"Vixen panted heavily with hooded oculus. The girlfriend looked at each early, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with foiling. The group laughed, even Vixen who had her oculus closed as she leaned back in the chair to hitch her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her petite hands balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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