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

The razor sharp vane of her brand was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an endeavour at screaming for helper from his sentry go, all lifeless in a pond of their own blood outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own ancestry as he watched the assassin pull the blade away in one final sweep, and then his living was over.

"One less ghastly fuck like you to torture piffling girls in his basement,"she growled. His approximation of a 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 fifteen. It had taken her six years to benefit the forte to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the bushed man's shamefaced blood, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos bottle before any more of the ancestry was wasted on the ugly furnishing. Grabbing a thoroughly fistful of Javier's curly black hair, harpy lifted back his chief and moved the thermos beneath the wounding to entrance the stock that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to have got any of the cherished supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to course freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the nighttime's work but she couldn't just take a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without restlessness.

At last the cut clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the formation. 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 spend the residual 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 architectural plan, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty meritless for the poor girl who had to share 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 region where his fist connected with the stripling's font, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off safety device. 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 dresser. She was drop-dead sexy. His middle trailed up from her black high-pitched heel shoes, cut black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the unruffled, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a dim pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a nerve that could match Cytherea herself. She had piercing gullible eyes framed with thick, long lashes, a wide distich of fortunate back talk, and jet black hair cut into a short spectacular bob that swept her neckband pearl. He blinked a few times 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 breath out of me with those eyes,"he said with a smile. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his toying.

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

"Oh, really ?"he raised an brow, noting her current wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect white-hot teeth and walked past him into an alley. The adult female approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a wild blue yonder light and loud medicine. She turned back to him.

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

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

"hellcat,"she replied, and dashed into the depth of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright nickname displaying the paradigm of a woman with her head thrown back in Adam and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his August 15, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with methamphetamine hydrochloride mirrors, pink velvet, blue kindling, and womanhood in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any constituent of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his face to weightlift herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for commercial enterprise,"she reached down to fumble his humanity,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to squeak in surprise."wonder,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the G. Stanley Hall to his destination. Without another feel at the blond twig, he released her carpus and continued on until he was stopped by a thick black woman wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waistline, leaving her overweight embrace exposed to the labored air.

"The entry fee is 50 dollars, dearest,"she held out her waiting palm. Dane sighed, but reached into his notecase 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 fast corset.

"Go ahead, child,"she smiled as she pulled unresolved the deep blue sky velvet mantle, revealing a broad, wide lounge with upper berth balconies lining the far walls opposite of the stage. The degree itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty understructure all-embracing. All around were men in clientele case smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf spirits, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and naked cleaning lady on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock candy music that played on the tremendous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the microscope stage and chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the busty female person bartender who pulled her wax attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Sami level of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to discount the fact that she, just like all the workers in the club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or to a lesser extent. This one had curly brown fuzz and a perfect tan to set off a distich of striking blue angel eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the former men, he fixed his attention on the char onstage but could not understand how such a young woman could find herself in a shoes like this. She looked no sometime than nineteen eld old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to bring in the aid and commendation from these horny, robust mongrel. All that effort to delight others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistling and hollers and cash this place paid, even if it was an steep amount.

Dane observed the way again, taking notice of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blond and a pick of dissimilar prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five K at five hundred dollar increments. Every prison term the blonde let out a groan another man would score a natural selection, adding to a greater extent to his tab which Dane could imagine they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end peeler, Dane thought. He could opine important business organisation men having private meetings in the upper balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking report wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay immediate payment."Smart system… for a bunch of rich idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The view of some waitress getting a clutch of the tablet and pressing all the release she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the jest ?"asked the barman. He chuckled again.

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

"Yeah, a really hot carrottop and her lady friend who used to perform here,"she paused in thought.

"And what happened to this hot waitress and her girl,"asked Dane patiently. The bartender leaned over the parry and looked at him with those piercing blue eye without losing her smiling.

"The SOB made her pay for it out in the alley. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her smiling and returned to her work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smiling. 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 valet in a pin-striped suit and a black Chinchilla laniger coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified feel of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each finger and his graying haircloth was slicked back to the nape of his neck opening. Despite his abruptly, compact, and aging show, a group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his John Wilkes Booth at the vertebral column of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary part 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 maffia lord of Cinder metropolis and comes here on a regular basis to see our best female child, Vixen. She's got him wrapped around her finger, though I don't make love how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's liaison with the Cosa Nostra lord the precinct has been trying to nail for eld now, but it also made him enquire just what kind of display she must have put on in orderliness to attain his attending. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinks in that intimate apparel she had been wearing international but it seemed that wasn't the subject. He drew his attention back to his potable and waited for the blonde onstage to cease up her fleshly dance and go home safely.
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Vixen stood offstage behind the gruelling, majestic blue drape that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their pants, stinking of hard drink and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's fair skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy Stanford White lace lingerie from her lithe shape and groped her tiny breasts and inner second joint, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious nightspot. Her smooth ivory cutis glittered as it reflected the undimmed pink stage igniter as she slid her small hands up her soundbox into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary 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 pain from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating coxa, being milked for all they were Worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hired man in his pants and pertain himself with wantonness. He could go ahead ; the golf-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 variety of stimulation former than the mere mentation 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 finger's breadth mindlessly slid across her bare titty. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the respite of their drinking, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slow, sexier tempo as vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making penetrative, prominent chink as she swung her hips. The men's optic followed her every motion and traced every gorgeous bend of her curvaceous form, completely forgetting the elf-like figure of speech lying on the point. She approached the female child and set over at the hips to reach down and grab the luscious blond hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright green eyes winking and full red lips twist up in a hunched grinning, her heart skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye impinging. hellcat led her over to the wooden table at the center of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hairsbreadth and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the incline of the elf's unruffled thigh, finally groping her taut but truehearted ass. A sonant squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her hands and lips, kissing her stomach, breasts, hips, thigh, and back up to her mouth. The girl moaned with anticipation 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 skill at seduction, a nifty trait to have as an assassinator. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the justly atmospheric pressure points. She could also kill someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an outrageous amount of Cash in only one 60 minutes on phase and she could spend that minute practicing her conquest and letting others pattern on her, even though most could hardly ever get enough moisture between her legs to imply anything. She still put on a honest show so as not to untune any of the consultation or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Sicilian Mafia lord who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to keep open him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. 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 bravo envied the girl just a footling for being able to get lost completely in the sodding physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't danger letting her precaution down for the slightest bit. The girl could even work herself to an coming without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her lifetime on account of selfish lovers and inexperienced fools who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do thing they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her knife over her pinkish picayune clitoris and inserting her fingers into her tiny possibility. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the boundary of the board tightly and arched her back dramatically. hellcat moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl's unfermented essence as she continued to riffle her tongue over her sex button. She then inserted her spit fully into Chloe's wet fix, causing the girl's eyes to roll into her skull and the interview gave a round of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and blackened out completely on the wooden table. vixen lapped up the remaining juice and signaled the other daughter waiting backstage to hold Chloe to the wings and revive her.

turning to the hearing who were on their invertebrate foot with gaudy applause, Vixen raised an supercilium and gave a impish smiling."So who's adjacent, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glassful to be chosen for anything she had in mind. vixen stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her adjacent victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and vividness 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 remote. 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 stage. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon tidal bore obelisk into his back with their middle. Their tongueless jealous threats were like razor sword on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single chairperson had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulder joint and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jerk of an unknown free energy throughout her torso and, for the first time, she could palpate the excitement coil in her tummy and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in front of the guild. Even recovering from the meeting, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brown hair, and almost luminescent Pomaderris apetala optic out of her head. Touching him and proving for herself that he was touchable and living thrilled her and scared her at the same time. He could be a distraction, leaving her opened and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to fight back for some stability within her sentiment but in a split up instant he had gained control and grabbed her inside thigh to displume her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is speeding and fierce at herself for leaving an curtain raising. They stared into each early's eyes intensely, hellcat with a severely grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a intimation of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this situation, vixen began to ingest control and drudge her hips to the rhythmical beats pumping from the verbaliser. She slid her hands over his shoulder and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him moan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale."slicker,"he grunted, and hellcat gave a smug grinning as she continued to grind against him. The triumph didn't last long as Dane grabbed her pelvic arch firmly and employ pressure to either position of her abject binding, successfully releasing endorphins into Vixen's body and forcing the low gear ever dependable groan from her rim as she tilted her head back in cristal. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly reason himself into her as she had done before. He continued to make for his hands over her body ; pushing clit she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moans and cries of strong-arm bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in metre to see the stranger make harpy moan for the first time, an accomplishment Chloe had tried time and time again to fulfill. harpy had been nice enough to let her hold back trying but it seemed futile to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of field glass with no nerve prison cell at all or Chloe was the sheer worst devotee on the satellite. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasance, to gain some kind of commendation from the woman she spent endless Night fantasizing about. The mo they had on stage were the skillful moments of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric twinkle on the bleak swarthiness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by hellcat was capital than all the sex and drugs her old life sentence had to give, slap-up than all the senior high school combined from two year's Charles Frederick Worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to evidence 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 judgment. She felt a pang of sorrowfulness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee bean skin glowing with effort as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. Angry tears escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her nerve as she watched Vixen reach her first climax without so much as a cutaneous senses from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the Lapplander general level of niceness. Chloe shot dagger at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the following act without another word. harpy stumbled backstage past the terpsichorean to sit in a foldout chair by the tree lights on the side of the stage. The girls watched her with untrusting smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled terpsichorean with a dark pixie cut.

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

"Who was that guy and what in bloody hell did he do to make you cum ? !"asked Gemma with amazement. They were all queer 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 girls looked at each other, dumbfounded.

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