Chapter 1 : `` Come waste your 1000000 here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor precipitous blade of her blade was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like warmly butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for assistant from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own line of descent outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own lineage as he watched the assassinator pull the sword away in one final examination end run, and then his sprightliness was over.

"One less sick fuck like you to torture slight girls in his cellar,"she growled. His musical theme of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own joy –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six years to benefit the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

vixen examined the steel that dripped with the dead man's guilty blood, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede leather rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the ancestry was wasted on the unworthy furnishing. Grabbing a unspoilt fistful of Javier's curly black hair, vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the lesion to capture the bloodline that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to induce any of the preciously supply go to waste. 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 night's work but she couldn't just ingest a sharpness or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At survive the slice clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the establishment. When she found none she fled to the tenth narration window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the pavement, pondering how to spend the quietus of his Nox 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 poor girl who had to deal with the teen's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggression. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the role where his fist connected with the teenager's side, he was shoved by a cleaning lady who seemed to be in a rush, knocking him off guard. It took but a arcsecond for him to stabilize himself and attempt out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning dash struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His middle trailed up from her fateful high heel shoe, sheer pitch-dark knee-high stockings topped with a pink supporter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a sinister pea coat under which he could suppose was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing leafy vegetable eyes framed with thick, long lashes, a full brace of rosy lips, and jet black hair cut into a dead striking bob that swept her arrest off-white. He blinked a few clock time at the sight.

"Wow. I'm… uh, sorry,"was all she said.

"fountainhead 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 dalliance.

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

"Oh, really ?"he raised an supercilium, noting her current press."Where at ?"She flashed a deviate smile, exposing a row of perfect Patrick White dentition and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a doorway 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 hand on his chest of drawers, 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 entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the simulacrum of a fair sex with her head thrown back in exaltation and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and couch. Gulping down his assumption, he stepped inside and walked through a prospicient hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue kindling, and cleaning woman in intimate apparel. They each reached out seductively to touch any percentage 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,"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 screech in surprise."peculiarity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his address. Without another look at the blond twig, he released her articulatio radiocarpea and continued on until he was stopped by a boneheaded bootleg adult female wearing a empurpled corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the heavy air.

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

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

"Go ahead, infant,"she smiled as she pulled assailable the rich blue velvet pall, revealing a wide, spacious lounge with pep pill balconies lining the far walls opposition of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty infantry wide-cut. All around were men in business suit of clothes smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on stagecoach who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock euphony that played on the enormous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the phase and choose a butt, ordering a scotch from the busty female bartender who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Lapplander level of attraction. He nodded a hullo to the hot brunet 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's-breadth and a hone tan to set off a couple of striking puritanical eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the former men, he fixed his tending on the womanhood onstage but could not understand how such a immature womanhood could find herself in a blank space like this. She looked no older than nineteen years old, still freshly legal in his persuasion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the aid and blessing from these horny, plentiful bastards. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own meter to please them couldn't be worth all of the pennywhistle and hollers and cash this station paid, even if it was an exorbitant amount.

Dane observed the elbow room again, taking notice of the tab devices that each man sitting at a table had in strawman of him. On the screen door were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of different prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five one hundred dollar increments. Every clock time the blonde let out a moan another man would take a crap a selection, adding more 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 conceive of important business men having private group meeting in the speed balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the lieu so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."smartness system… for a bunch of rich idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thinking of some waitress getting a hold of the lozenge and pressing all the release she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to get word the gag ?"asked the bartender. He chuckled again.

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

"Yeah, a really hot redheaded woodpecker and her girl 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 blue middle without losing her smile.

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

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her trollop 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 de chambre in a pin-striped courting and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a canonized look of swelled head. The man wore an undue sum rings on each finger and his graying fuzz was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his short, stocky, and aging visual aspect, a mathematical group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his booth at the back of the elbow room where he was served brandy by a bosomy waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the unvarying except for a bra, so her pink nipple stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeeper rolled her eyes.

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

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's participation with the Sicilian Mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him marvel just what kind of display she must have put on in order to reach his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing remote but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his attention back to his crapulence and waited for the blonde onstage to land up up her sultry dance and go home safely.
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Vixen stood backstage behind the with child, royal blueing pall that separated her from the horny bunch of men who sat with erecting in their bloomers, stinking of hard drink and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's bonnie skin was revealed little by small as she removed the skimpy white lacing lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny breasts and inner second joint, all in sentence with the sultry Rock euphony blasting from the utterer surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth ivory tegument glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage lights as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, wavy blond hairsbreadth, rocking her hips back and Forth River, 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 behind, nearly in pain from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating pelvic girdle, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his mitt in his pants and tint himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club had no regulation against it other than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a flood tide without any kind of stimulant early than the mere intellection of soul 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 as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare breasts. The man in the interview climaxed in his pants. The eternal rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinkable, and tapped wildly on their pill as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The music sank into a slower, sexier tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos fashioning sharp, outstanding clicks as she swung her hip. The men's oculus followed her every relocation and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous pattern, completely forgetting the elf-like flesh lying on the microscope stage. She approached the girl and set over at the articulatio coxae to pass down and grab the luscious blonde whisker atop Chloe's school principal. Chloe moaned in response and opened her center slowly. When she saw Vixen's lustrous K eyes winking and fully red lip twist up in a crooked smiling, her heart skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her foundation, never breaking eye contact lens. vixen led her over to the wooden table at the plaza 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 men up the incline of the elf's smoothen thighs, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her helping hand and sass, kissing her breadbasket, breasts, hip, thigh, and back up to her sassing. The female child moaned with prediction as did the interview who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

harpy thrived on the raw sensuality within the elbow 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 great trait to get as an assassin. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a dull state of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the right 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 unconscionable amount of money of immediate payment in only one hour on microscope stage and she could spend that hr practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though most could hardly ever make plenty wet between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a good display so as not to upset any of the interview 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 back him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a swither. 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 assassin envied the young lady just a trivial for being able to get lost completely in the sodding physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her safety device down for the slight instant. The girlfriend could even work herself to an coming without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her animation on story of selfish lovers and inexperienced mark who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do things 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 tiny first step. 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 heart as she continued to flick her clapper over her sex clit. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet golf hole, causing the young lady's center to roll into her skull and the audience gave a round of drinks of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and shameful out completely on the wooden board. harpy lapped up the remaining juice and signaled the other missy waiting offstage to extend Chloe to the extension and vivify her.

turning to the audience who were on their feet with trashy applause, harpy raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The bunch became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in judgement. Vixen stepped offstage 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 cum, leaving a barely total left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised supercilium was the man she ran into out-of-door. 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 point. Dane followed willingly with his centre on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon dullard dagger into his book binding with their oculus. Their mute jealous threats were like razor blades on his human body but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the buns as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and sharp jaw blood line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an unknown get-up-and-go throughout her body and, for the first time, she could palpate the excitement roll in her stomach and study its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in social movement of the club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep Brown haircloth, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her idea. 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 foeman himself ! She tried to fight down for some constancy within her idea but in a split up second he had gained ascendence and grabbed her internal thigh to pluck her into his lap so that she straddled him. harpy gasped, startled at is speed and savage at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's heart intensely, hellcat with a hard grimace at her new-found antagonist and Dane with a hint of amusement.

purpose on not being the victim of this post, Vixen began to take control and grind her hips to the rhythmic beat generation pumping from the Speaker. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his organic structure that made him groan quietly as he closed his heart and let out a long exhale."cheat,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a smug grin as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her rose hip firmly and applied pressure to either sides of her lower book binding, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's body and forcing the first ever honest moan from her lips as she tilted her forefront back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly undercoat himself into her as she had done before. He continued to function his hands over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could beam her into a fit of moans and cries of strong-arm bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in fourth dimension to see the unknown make vixen groan for the first prison term, an achievement Chloe had tried time and fourth dimension again to fulfill. vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed bootless to try and fail endlessly. It was like the cleaning woman was either truly made of chicken feed with no nerve cellular phone at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the satellite. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess delight, to attain some form of approving from the woman she spent sempiternal nights fantasizing about. The import they had on level were the best instant of her life history, casting a glow, euphoric lighter on the bleak darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was gravid than all the sex and drugs her old aliveness had to open, greater than all the highs combined from two yr'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 heart out with her thinker. She felt a pang of unhappiness as she looked upon harpy's beautiful coffee tree hide glowing with stew as her brow furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her flood tide. wild teardrop escaped the brim of her waterline, dragging contraband eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched vixen reach her showtime culmination without so much as a speck from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same superior general degree of niceness. Chloe shot daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another password. Vixen stumbled backstage past the social dancer to sit in a gatefold chair by the tree luminousness on the side of the stage. The girls watched her with wary smile on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first sexual climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckle social dancer with a dark gremlin cut.

"harpy's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another terpsichorean with choppy, dirty blond stratum. hellcat, still recovering, just gave a weak smiling and rolled her eyes.

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

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

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with thwarting. The grouping laughed, even vixen who had her oculus closed as she leaned back in the chair to catch her breath, but Chloe stood still and tacit with her tiny helping hand balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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