Chapter 1 : `` cum waste your gazillion here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor incisive vane of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like affectionate butter. Javier, however, made an endeavour at screaming for help from his guard, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the door, but could only guggle and spatter up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the steel away in one final examination sweep, and then his living was over.

"One lupus erythematosus ghastly fucking like you to torture little girls in his cellar,"she growled. His idea of a skillful clip reminded her of the warlock who held her wrapped as a slave for his own pleasures –and the pleasance of his guests- when she was only XV. It had taken her six years to gain the military capability to mow down him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

vixen examined the sword that dripped with the beat man's guilty blood, then at the rest of the spate that stained the suede cloth rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the stock was wasted on the ugly trappings. Grabbing a good handful of Javier's curly black hair, Vixen lifted back his head 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 bit she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the precious provision go to waste. Once the cannister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the parentage 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 involve a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the slice clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos bottle in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the governance. When she found none she fled to the tenth fib window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the respite 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 buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the wretched young woman who had to dish out with the teenager's drunken bravery and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the public toilet or unsound.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a fair sex who seemed to be in a hurriedness, knocking him off sentry duty. It took but a second gear for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolt struck at his thorax. She was drop-dead sexy. His center trailed up from her melanise eminent blackguard shoes, sheer black knee-deep stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a Black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a fount that could equal Aphrodite herself. She had piercing park eyes framed with thick, foresightful eyelash, a full brace of rosy backtalk, and jet black fuzz cut into a short spectacular bob that swept her pick up 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 name but thanks for apologizing for knocking the breath out of me with those heart,"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 supercilium, noting her current wardrobe."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of consummate white tooth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue light and loud music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the club. Dane walked around to the ingress and saw the bright sobriquet displaying the simulacrum of a charwoman with her headspring thrown back in ecstasy and the run-in reading Femme Mystique Bar and couch. Gulping down his supposal, he stepped inside and walked through a long foyer lined with Methedrine mirrors, pink velvet, dismal ignition, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to impact any part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his slope to press herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for business 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."oddity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the lobby to his finish. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick black woman wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the dense air.

"The entry fee is fifty dollar mark, honey,"she held out her waiting palms. Dane sighed, but reached into his notecase and pulled out three twenties.

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

"Go ahead, child,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich Amytal velvet curtain, revealing a astray, spacious couch with upper berth balconies lining the far walls opposite word of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in job suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf strong drink, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and naked charwoman 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 stagecoach and chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the buxom female barman who pulled her to the full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Saame spirit level of attracter. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to cut the fact that she, just like all the workers in the club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or less. This one had curly brown hair and a pure tan to set off a pair of striking blue heart 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 realise how such a offspring woman could find herself in a space like this. She looked no quondam than nineteen long time old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to derive the tending and approval from these horny, rich bastards. All that exploit to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollers and cash this property paid, even if it was an extortionate amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the tablet gimmick that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the cover were the headshot of the blonde and a survival of different cost to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar increment. Every clip the blond let out a moan another man would make a excerpt, adding Thomas More to his tab which Dane could reckon they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end striptease, Dane thought. He could ideate authoritative patronage men having secret meetings in the upper balconies without any pity. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the blank space so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay hard cash."smarting system… for a bunch of fertile idiot,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a clutches of the lozenge and pressing all the push 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 smile and nodded.

"Yeah, a really hot redhead and her lady friend 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 counterpunch and looked at him with those piercing blue eye without losing her smile.

"The bastard made her pay for it out in the alleyway. Her and her girl. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her grin and returned to her work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice grin. Her slovenly woman girlfriend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to break another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman's gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a black Chinchilla laniger coating, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified feeling of swelled head. The man wore an excessive amount of money ring on each finger's breadth and his graying tomentum was slicked back to the nucha of his neck. Despite his short, stocky, and aging appearance, a group of scantily clothed cleaning woman escorted him to his Booth at the spinal column of the elbow room where he was served brandy by a well-endowed waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the unvarying except for a bra, so her pink pap stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia lord of Cinder metropolis and comes here regularly to see our best fille, hellcat. She's got him wrapped around her fingerbreadth, though I don't hump how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard hellcat's involvement with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him wonder just what variety of show she must have put on in order to gain his attention. 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 causa. He drew his attending back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to terminate up her animal dance and go home plate safely.
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Vixen stood backstage behind the heavy, imperial wild blue yonder curtain that separated her from the horny crew of men who sat with erection in their pants, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with athirst eyes as Chloe's fair peel was revealed little by trivial as she removed the lean white lacing lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny knocker and intimate thigh, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the loudspeaker surrounding the roomy lodge. Her smooth pearl cutis glittered as it reflected the undimmed pink degree lights as she slid her small hands up her soundbox into her midst, wavelike blonde tomentum, rocking her hips back and Forth River, grinding the notional man beneath her on her stifle which were distribute apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in hurting from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating pelvic arch, being milked for all they were deserving. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his pants and rival himself with wildness. He could go ahead ; the club had no convention against it early than they couldn't make a raft that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a sexual climax without any variety of stimulation other than the mere intellection of someone working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her principal back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side of meat as her fingers mindlessly slither across her bare breasts. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The balance took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the relief of their drinkable, and tapped wildly on their pad of paper as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The euphony sank into a dense, sexier pacing as Vixen strutted out onto the phase, her high-heeled stilettos qualification tart, prominent click as she swung her hips. The men's eyes followed her every motility and traced every gorgeous curve of her sonsy shape, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the stagecoach. She approached the girl and hang over at the hips to gain down and catch the juicy blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in reaction and opened her optic slowly. When she saw vixen's bright green center winking and full phase of the moon red sass twist up in a crooked grinning, her affectionateness skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. harpy led her over to the wooden tabular array at the essence of the stage, still grasping a fistful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as hellcat released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the face of the elf's smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but house ass. A soft squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her hired man and lips, kissing her stomach, tit, hips, second joint, and back up to her lip. The girl moaned with expectancy as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the vista before them.

harpy thrived on the raw sensuality within the way 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 skills at seduction, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this full stop, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing province of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the decently pressure period. She could also kill someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant total of cash in only one minute on stage and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though nigh could hardly ever cause plenty wet between her stage to intend anything. She still put on a good show so as not to upset any of the audience or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia lord who obsessed over her nighttime and day. She needed him to so as to keep him close for when the prison term was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can enjoy this, thought hellcat. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a groan out of her and failed. The assassin envied the girl just a little for being able-bodied to get lost completely in the perfect strong-arm pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk of exposure letting her guard down for the little second. The girl could even run herself to an sexual climax without being touched ! vixen hadn't even experienced an sexual climax in her life on report 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 clapper over her pinko little clitoris and inserting her fingerbreadth into her tiny possible action. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the sharpness of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her finger's breadth faster, coating them with the young lady's dessert kernel as she continued to flick her clapper over her sex button. She then inserted her glossa fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the girl's eyes to roll into her skull and the consultation 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. Vixen lapped up the remaining succus and signaled the former daughter waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the wings and revivify her.

turn to the hearing who were on their pes with garish hand clapping, harpy raised an eyebrow and gave a arch smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The gang became incredibly rowdy as they raised their shabu to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped wing into the audience and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his green-eyed monster and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a hardly measure left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into outside. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the same time. hellcat took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hand in hers and pulled him to the microscope stage. Dane followed willingly with his middle on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore sticker into his back with their center. Their unspoken jealous threats were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A 1 chair had been brought out onto the point and harpy pushed him down into the prat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and sharp jaw crinkle. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jerking of an unknown free energy throughout her body and, for the showtime time, she could feel the fervour curlicue in her tummy and workplace its way lower. She had felt this the here and now she collided with him in front of the guild. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the persona of his beautifully tanned hide, mystifying brown haircloth, and almost luminescent Pomaderris apetala eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and livelihood thrilled her and scared her at the Saame metre. He could be a distraction, leaving her subject and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an foe himself ! She tried to crusade for some stableness within her thoughts but in a stock split second he had gained control and grabbed her inner thigh to perpetrate her into his lap so that she straddled him. hellcat gasped, startled at is speeding and furious at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each early's eyes intensely, hellcat with a hard grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a tip of amusement.

spirit on not being the victim of this situation, hellcat began to charter control and grind her articulatio coxae to the rhythmic rhythm pumping from the speaker unit. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him moan quietly as he closed his middle and let out a long exhale."deceiver,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a smug grin as she continued to dig against him. The victory didn't final stage long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and practice atmospheric pressure to either slope of her lower back, successfully releasing endorphins into harpy's body and forcing the first base 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 articulatio coxae up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to puzzle out his paw over her soundbox ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moans and cries of forcible bliss.

offstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make Vixen moan for the first time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again to fulfill. harpy had been nice enough to let her celebrate trying but it seemed futile to try and fail endlessly. It was like the cleaning lady was either truly made of glass with no nervus cellphone at all or Chloe was the infrangible worst devotee on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess delight, to gather some kind of blessing from the charwoman she spent endless nights fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the best moments of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric luminosity on the cutting duskiness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by hellcat was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, greater than all the highs combined from two class's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove her honey 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 creative thinker. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon hellcat's beautiful coffee skin glowing with sweat as her eyebrow furrowed with the denseness of a woman reaching her climax. Angry snag escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen reach her inaugural climax without so a good deal as a contact from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the Lapplander general arcdegree of civility. Chloe shot daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another word. Vixen stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a foldout chair by the tree light on the incline of the leg. The girls watched her with mistrustful smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

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

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, cheating blonde layers. harpy, still recovering, just gave a unaccented grin and rolled her eyes.

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

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

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with thwarting. The group laughed, even vixen who had her eye closed as she leaned back in the chairperson to see her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny deal balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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