Chapter 1 : `` semen barren your 1000000 here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor sharp steel of her blade was soundless as it slit through the figure of the drug lord's pharynx like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his precaution, all lifeless in a kitty of their own ancestry outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own blood line as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final exam sweep, and then his life was over.

"One less sick nooky like you to torture little girls in his basement,"she growled. His idea of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her confined 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 gain the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

hellcat examined the blade that dripped with the dead man's guilty line, then at the relief of the mass that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the stemma was wasted on the horrifying furnishings. Grabbing a good fistful of Javier's curly contraband fuzz, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the minute she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the treasured supply go to waste matter. Once the cannister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the ancestry 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 take a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At stopping point the gash clotted and harpy hurriedly stowed both thermos flask 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 news report window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the pavement, pondering how to spend the eternal rest 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 bombination. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty gloomy for the short girl who had to deal with the teenaged's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the comfort station or worse.

At the here and now he had replayed the section where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a womanhood who seemed to be in a haste, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning thunderbolt struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His centre trailed up from her black high up heel shoes, sheer black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the suave, cinnamon-toned stage he'd ever seen, a smutty pea coating under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could equal Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green middle framed with thick, foresighted whip, a replete twain of rosy rim, and jet calamitous hair cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her collar 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 gens 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 flirt.

"Sorry for running into you ; I'm variety of late for work."

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her electric current press."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect snowy teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a room access and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue angel light source and loudly music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the ball club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a woman with her point thrown back in rapture and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and sofa. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long dormitory lined with methamphetamine mirrors, pink velvet, depressed lighting, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to contract herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for business,"she reached down to grope his humanity,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to squeak in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the manse to his destination. Without another expression at the blonde sprig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick black woman wearing a purple stays that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the heavy air.

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

"I'm guessing you don't have alteration, so…"he offered her the billhook and she took them graciously to pig out them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled spread the rich blue velvet curtain, revealing a broad, spacious waiting area with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite of the degree. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty metrical foot astray. All around were men in clientele suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on level who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous loudspeaker system. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and chose a buttocks, ordering a scotch from the curvy female barkeeper who pulled her full tending from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same stage of attraction. He nodded a hullo to the hot brunet as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the workers in the nightspot, was dressed in lacy lingerie or to a lesser extent. This one had curly brown haircloth and a unadulterated tan to set off a pair of striking blue eye that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the former men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not understand how such a untested woman could see herself in a place like this. She looked no sometime than nineteen geezerhood old, still fresh legal in his belief. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and approval from these horny, fertile son of a bitch. All that drive to please others with no one giving their own clip to please them couldn't be worth all of the pennywhistle and hollers and cash this spot paid, even if it was an usurious sum.

Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the pad gimmick that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a pick of different Leontyne Price to take ranging from five hundred to five M at five c clam increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would stimulate a selection, adding more than to his tab which Dane could opine they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end striptease artist, Dane thought. He could envisage crucial business enterprise men having buck private meetings in the upper balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking score wired to the position so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay John Cash."Smart system… for a crowd of full-bodied idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The sentiment of some waitress getting a custody of the tablet and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the caper ?"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 girl 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 blue centre without losing her grinning.

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

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her hussy girlfriend 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 courtship and a black chinchilla coating, smoking a cigar and strutting a proclaim flavor of self-importance. The man wore an excessive measure pack on each finger and his graying haircloth was slicked back to the nape of his neck opening. Despite his short, stocky, and aging appearance, a mathematical group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his booth at the back of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary composition of the undifferentiated except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barman rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia lord of cinder metropolis and comes here on a regular basis to see our best missy, harpy. She's got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don't know how she does it ; he's a prick."

It struck Dane when he heard Vixen's interest with the Sicilian Mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for yr now, but it also made him wonder just what variety of show she must ingest put on in edict to gain his aid. He hoped to see her out on the story just serving crapulence in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the pillow slip. He drew his attention back to his potable and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her sensual dance and go household safely.
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hellcat stood backstage behind the impenetrable, regal blue drapery 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 fairly cutis was revealed picayune by footling as she removed the skimpy Edward Douglas White Jr. lacing lingerie from her slender build and groped her tiny breasts and internal thigh, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious ball club. Her smooth tusk peel glittered as it reflected the bright garden pink stage lights as she slid her little hands up her body into her midst, wavy blonde hairsbreadth, rocking her coxa back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her knee joint which were propagate apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the rigorousness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hip, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his trouser and touch himself with unconstraint. He could go ahead ; the club had no prescript against it early than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a climax without any kind of stimulation other than the bare thought of someone working her to a head-spinning coming. She threw her heading back in go as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her position as her fingerbreadth mindlessly slide across her bare boob. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The relaxation took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their pill as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The medicine sank into a slower, sexier tempo as harpy strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos qualification sharp, prominent clicks as she swung her hip joint. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous phase, completely forgetting the elf-like name lying on the degree. She approached the lady friend and bent over at the hip to attain down and seize the red-hot blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's lustrous unripened eyes winking and to the full red lips twist up in a crooked smiling, her heart skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye middleman. Vixen led her over to the wooden mesa at the center of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the sides of the elf's smooth thigh, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her physical structure with her hands and sass, kissing her stomach, titty, coxa, thighs, and back up to her rima oris. The girl moaned with prevision as did the hearing 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 dupe who cried wildly with passion. Having this job helped her amplification her skill at seduction, a heavy trait to have as an assassin. At this pointedness, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure points. She could also drink down individual just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an extortionate amount of cash in only one hr on stage and she could spend that hour practicing her conquest and letting others drill on her, even though nigh could hardly ever induce enough moisture between her legs to mean 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 night and day. She needed him to so as to hold on him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a stew. At least she can bask 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 girl just a little for being able-bodied to get lost completely in the consummate forcible pleasure of input unlike her who couldn't risk letting her precaution down for the svelte second gear. The girl could even act upon herself to an orgasm without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life sentence on account of selfish buff and inexperient tomfool who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do things they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her glossa over her pinko picayune clitoris and inserting her finger's breadth into her tiny porta. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the sharpness of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the female child's fresh center as she continued to flick her glossa over her sex button. She then inserted her clapper fully into Chloe's wet muddle, causing the girl's eye to roll into her skull and the consultation gave a unit of ammunition of hand clapping. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden board. Vixen lapped up the remaining succus and signaled the other girls waiting backstage to transmit Chloe to the annex and revive her.

Turning to the consultation who were on their feet with loud hand clapping, Vixen raised an brow and gave a mischievous grin."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their meth to be chosen for anything she had in idea. hellcat stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and chroma of his crush. She also avoided the men who wreaked of seed, leaving a just amount left. Sitting at the bar staring rightfield 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 Saami 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 obelisk into his vertebral column with their eye. Their tongueless envious threats were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single chair had been brought out onto the stage and vixen pushed him down into the fundament as she slowly circled him, trailing her finger's breadth along his hard shoulders and discriminating jaw contrast. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating saccade of an unknown energy throughout her trunk and, for the initiatory meter, she could find the upheaval curlicue in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in social movement of the guild. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the mental image of his beautifully tanned pelt, deep Brown fuzz, and almost luminescent Pomaderris apetala oculus out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and living thrilled her and scared her at the same sentence. He could be a distraction, leaving her open and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to agitate for some stability within her thought process but in a split up bit he had gained control and grabbed her intimate thigh to overstretch her into his lap so that she straddled him. hellcat gasped, startled at is f number and savage at herself for leaving an chess opening. They stared into each early's eyes intensely, Vixen with a concentrated grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of entertainment.

intent on not being the victim of this situation, vixen began to consume controller and dig her hips to the rhythmic heartbeat pumping from the Speaker. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck opening where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his physical structure that made him groan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a farseeing exhale."Cheater,"he grunted, and vixen gave a self-satisfied grin as she continued to travail against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and use pressure to either slope of her lower back, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's body and forcing the first ever honest groan from her lips as she tilted her top dog back in raptus. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his rosehip up once then slowly footing himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his hands over her body ; pushing button she never knew existed that could transmit her into a fit of moans and cries of physical bliss.

wing, Chloe had fully revived in fourth dimension to see the unknown make harpy moan for the 1st metre, an accomplishment Chloe had tried sentence and time again to fulfill. vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed otiose to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of crank with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the out-and-out worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasance, to pull ahead some sort of favourable reception from the cleaning woman she spent interminable nights fantasizing about. The minute they had on stage were the advantageously moment of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric brightness level on the raw darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by hellcat was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to devote, greater than all the highs combined from two twelvemonth's Charles Frederick Worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to demonstrate her love by giving harpy 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 optic out with her judgement. She felt a sting of lugubriousness as she looked upon vixen's beautiful chocolate pelt glowing with effort as her supercilium furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her culmination. furious tears escaped the lip of her waterline, dragging blackened eyeliner down with it across her boldness as she watched hellcat reach her first sexual climax without so much as a touch from the unknown.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British people redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the Same ecumenical point of niceness. Chloe inject dagger at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the succeeding act without another Logos. Vixen stumbled backstage past the social dancer to sit in a foldout chair by the shoetree Light Within on the side of the stage. The miss watched her with wary grin on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"looking who just had their maiden coming, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a nighttime hob cut.

"hellcat's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, dirty blonde layers. hellcat, still recovering, just gave a frail grin and rolled her eyes.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody hell 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 heart. The missy 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 catch her breathing time, but Chloe stood still and tacit with her tiny manpower balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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