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

The razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like fond butter. Javier, however, made an effort at screaming for helper from his guards, all lifeless in a consortium of their own blood outside the door, but could only burble and spew up his own descent as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his life story was over.

"One less sick shag like you to torture trivial lady friend in his basement,"she growled. His melodic theme of a full fourth dimension reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a hard worker for his own joy –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six days to pull in 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 guilty blood, then at the rest period of the muss that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos bottle before any Sir Thomas More of the ancestry was wasted on the ugly trappings. Grabbing a good fistful of Javier's curly nigrify hair, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to trance 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 precious supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the rakehell continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night's work but she couldn't just drive a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without restlessness.

At net the gash clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos bottle in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the organization. When she found none she fled to the one-tenth tale windowpane and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the rest 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 plans, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor little girl who had to deal with the teen's drunken braveness and pissy, sore-loser pugnacity. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the public lavatory or worse.

At the import he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teen's face, 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 stabilize himself and attempt 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 cad brake shoe, sheer blacken knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned leg he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could rival Cytherea herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, farseeing cilium, a full yoke of rose-colored sass, and jet black hairsbreadth cut into a myopic dramatic bob that swept her taking into custody bone. He blinked a few fourth dimension 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 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 late for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her stream wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant grinning, exposing a row of perfective ashen teeth and walked past him into an alley. The adult female approached a room access and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a low light and aloud 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 smile again.

"harpy,"she replied, and dashed into the depth of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a womanhood with her psyche thrown back in ecstasy and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and waiting room. Gulping down his laying claim, he stepped inside and walked through a yearn hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and char in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to allude any part 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 business organisation,"she reached down to grope his humanity,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a cargo hold, causing her to squeak in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his destination. Without another feeling at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a dense disgraceful woman wearing a purple stays that squeezed at her waist, leaving her overweight bosom exposed to the heavy air.

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

"I'm guessing you don't have modification, so…"he offered her the bill and she took them graciously to gorge them into the nasty corset.

"Go ahead, babe,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich blue velvet curtain, revealing a full, spacious couch with upper berth balconies lining the far walls opposition of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet extensive. All around were men in business concern suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock'n'roll euphony that played on the enormous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and prefer a fundament, ordering a Scotch whisky from the voluptuous female bartender who pulled her full care from the blond onstage to eye him with the Lapplander storey of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore 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 complete tan to set off a pair of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drinkable.

Like the other men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not read how such a Brigham Young cleaning lady could notice herself in a seat like this. She looked no older than 19 years old, still freshly sound in his notion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to take in the tending and approval from these horny, rich son of a bitch. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own prison term to delight them couldn't be worth all of the whistle and yowl and cash this post paid, even if it was an unconscionable amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the pill devices that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of different prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five chiliad at five one C dollar sign increment. Every time the blonde let out a groan another man would make a extract, adding more to his tab which Dane could infer they were required to pay at the end of the nighttime. High-end stripper, Dane thought. He could imagine significant clientele men having individual meetings in the amphetamine balconies without any disgrace. They probably even had their checking score wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay hard cash."smart system… for a clustering of robust cretin,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the pad of paper and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the joke ?"asked the mixologist. 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 redheaded woodpecker and her girlfriend who used to do 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 drear eyes without losing her smile.

"The bastard made her pay for it out in the skittle alley. Her and her lady friend. 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 lady friend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to give another apologia but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified facial expression of self-importance. 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 grouping of scantily clothed adult female escorted him to his booth at the back of the way where he was served brandy by a curvaceous waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink tit stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeep rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest Cosa Nostra lord of Cinder metropolis and comes here on a regular basis to see our best girl, 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 involvement with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him inquire just what kind of show she must have put on in order to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving boozing in that intimate apparel she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the compositor's case. He drew his attending back to his potable and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her sultry dancing and go house safely.
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hellcat stood backstage behind the heavy, royal stag blue devil 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 fair skin was revealed picayune by little as she removed the skimpy blanched lacing lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny tit and inner second joint, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the speaker system surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth tusk skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage lights as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, wavelike blonde hair, rocking her hips back and Forth River, 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 seats, nearly in pain from the ruggedness 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 match himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the nine had no rules against it other than they couldn't make a batch that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a coming without any sort of stimulation other than the simple persuasion of person working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her straits back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her slope as her fingerbreadth mindlessly slid across her bare breasts. The man in the hearing climaxed in his pants. The ease took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinking, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a dense, sexier tempo as hellcat strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos qualification sharply, prominent clicks as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curved shape of her bosomy form, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the stage. She approached the girl and bent over at the hips to reach down and grab the voluptuous blond hair atop Chloe's read/write head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw hellcat's bright super C eyes winking and full red lips twist up in a crooked grin, her heart skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye inter-group communication. harpy led her over to the wooden table at the nitty-gritty of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's whisker. Chloe laid on her back as hellcat released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the sides of the elf's smooth second joint, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A flaccid squeak escaped from Chloe and hellcat continued exploring her torso with her mitt and lips, kissing her tum, boob, rose hip, thigh, and back up to her mouth. The young lady moaned with anticipation as did the consultation who drooled unconsciously at the view before them.

vixen thrived on the raw sensuality within the room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her dupe who cried wildly with heat. Having this job helped her gain her skill at conquest, a bang-up trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could ship anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing State Department of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the rightfulness pressure points. She could also kill person just as easily. Exploring her sex was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an usurious sum of cash in only one hour on stagecoach and she could spend that 60 minutes practicing her seduction and letting others recitation on her, even though most could hardly ever stimulate enough wet between her legs to intend anything. She still put on a unspoiled show so as not to disturb any of the audience or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Cosa Nostra lord who obsessed over her night 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 sweat. At least she can enjoy this, thought harpy. 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 little for being able-bodied to get lost completely in the unadulterated physical delight of stimulation unlike her who couldn't danger letting her guard down for the slender minute. The girl could even work herself to an sexual climax without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life history on write up of selfish lovers and inexperient fools who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do matter they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her clapper over her pink slight clitoris and inserting her fingers into her petite opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the boundary of the board tightly and arched her back dramatically. hellcat moved her fingers faster, coating them with the lady friend's angelical heart as she continued to flick her tongue over her sex clitoris. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet golf hole, causing the young lady's eyes to roll up into her skull and the interview gave a round of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden tabular array. harpy lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the early daughter waiting offstage to stockpile Chloe to the backstage and revive her.

turn to the audience who were on their groundwork with loud clapping, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a wicked 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 judgement. harpy stepped wing into the interview and looked around for her next dupe, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and chroma of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of seed, leaving a scarce sum of money left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised brow 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 hired man in hers and pulled him to the microscope stage. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon drill hole sticker into his backbone with their eyes. Their wordless overjealous threat were like razor blades on his figure but he followed anyway.

A individual chairwoman had been brought out onto the point and vixen pushed him down into the fundament as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and astute jaw business line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating saccade of an unknown energy throughout her torso and, for the first metre, she could feel the excitement coil in her stomach and study its way lower. She had felt this the second she collided with him in front of the club. Even recovering from the showdown, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned tegument, deep brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her mind. 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 open and vulnerable to any attackers 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 second he had gained control and grabbed her inner second joint to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is speed and fierce at herself for leaving an possibility. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, harpy with a hard grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this position, Vixen began to bring control and craunch her articulatio coxae to the rhythmic beats pumping from the loudspeaker system. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck opening where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his soundbox that made him groan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale."trickster,"he grunted, and harpy gave a smug grin as she continued to grind against him. The triumph didn't last-place long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and apply insistency to either incline of her down spinal column, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's eubstance and forcing the first ever honest moan from her backtalk as she tilted her pass back in ecstasy. 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 work his hands over her consistence ; pushing buttons 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 vixen groan for the first time, an achievement Chloe had tried sentence and prison term again to action. harpy had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed futile to try and fail endlessly. It was like the charwoman was either truly made of shabu with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the absolute unsound lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some variety of blessing from the womanhood she spent dateless dark fantasizing about. The moments they had on stagecoach were the best second of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the barren darkness she ran away from class ago. Being pleasured by vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old lifetime had to pass on, enceinte than all the highschool combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to establish her love by giving hellcat 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 pang of lugubriousness as she looked upon vixen's beautiful coffee tegument glowing with swither as her brow furrowed with the engrossment of a woman reaching her sexual climax. Angry tears escaped the lip of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her buttock as she watched Vixen reach her first orgasm without so a great deal as a soupcon from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a Brits redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same general grade of politeness. Chloe shot sticker at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the side by side act without another word. harpy stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a foldout chair by the tree visible light on the side of the phase. The girls watched her with mistrustful smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"flavour who just had their foremost orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a lentiginose terpsichorean with a sinister pixie cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, muddied blonde stratum. hellcat, still recovering, just gave a fallible grin and rolled her center.

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

"He touched me,"Vixen panted heavily with hooded eyes. The daughter looked at each former, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The group laughed, even harpy who had her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chair to view her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny men balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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