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

The razor acuate brand of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like fond butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own origin outside the threshold, but could only gurgle and spit up his own parentage as he watched the assassin pull the blade away in one final expanse, and then his life was over.

"One lupus erythematosus honk nooky like you to torture little young woman in his basement,"she growled. His melodic theme of a good prison term reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own delight –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six years to realise the strength to mow down him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the perfectly man's shamed blood, then at the rest of the kettle of fish that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a undecomposed fistful of Javier's curly black hair, Vixen lifted back his header and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture 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 cute supplying go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the rake continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the Night's piece of work but she couldn't just exact a bite or else she would exit behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the gash clotted and vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos flask in her satchel before checking the room for any grounds that would lead to the establishment. When she found none she fled to the one-tenth story window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to pass the rest of his night off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up a guy's architectural plan, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the short female child who had to deal with the teen's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to part with her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.

At the second he had replayed the voice where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off sentry duty. It took but a second gear for him to stabilise himself and look for out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his chest of drawers. She was drop-dead sexy. His oculus trailed up from her black high heel shoes, bluff contraband knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the politic, cinnamon-toned ramification he'd ever seen, a pitch blackness pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a facial expression that could touch Aphrodite herself. She had piercing greens eyes framed with thick, long cilium, a fully pair of rosy-cheeked rim, and jet black hair cut into a short-change spectacular bob that swept her collar ivory. He blinked a few times at the sight.

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

"fountainhead 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 toying.

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

"Oh, really ?"he raised an eyebrow, noting her current closet."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smiling, exposing a row of unadulterated white teeth and walked past him into an alley. The char approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a gentle light and loud music. She turned back to him.

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

"Dane,"he put a helping hand on his dresser, 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 ingress and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a woman with her principal thrown back in cristal and the news reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his premise, he stepped inside and walked through a foresighted hall lined with methamphetamine mirrors, pink velvet, blue firing, 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 incline to bid 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 articulatio radiocarpea firmly before she could even get a storage area, causing her to squeak in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an supercilium as he looked further down the hall to his goal. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick black womanhood wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her overweight bosom exposed to the heavy air.

"The debut fee is fifty 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 modification, so…"he offered her the bills and she took them graciously to stuff them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, child,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich blue velvet mantle, revealing a wide, wide lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls opposition of the stage. The leg itself had to be at to the lowest degree thirty-by-twenty base wide-cut. All around were men in patronage suit of clothes smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf pot liquor, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and au naturel cleaning woman on degree 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 stage and chose a place, ordering a scotch from the busty female person mixologist who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Saami level of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the doer in the club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his deglutition.

Like the early men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not see how such a vernal charwoman could find herself in a place like this. She looked no one-time than nineteen years old, still pertly legal in his persuasion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to attain the attention and approval from these horny, rich bastard. All that attempt to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn't be worth all of the pennywhistle and hollers and cash this place paid, even if it was an extortionate sum of money.

Dane observed the way again, taking notice of the lozenge device that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the sieve were the headshot of the blond and a excerption of different monetary value to prefer ranging from five hundred to five yard at five one hundred dollar increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would make a selection, adding to a greater extent to his tab which Dane could suppose they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could think significant business concern men having buck private meetings in the upper balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the spot so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."smart system… for a crew of rich idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The view of some waitress getting a cargo area of the tablet and pressing all the button she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to discover 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 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 son of a bitch 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 smile. Her slut girlfriend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to gift another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a melanize Chinchilla laniger pelage, smoking a cigar and strutting a canonized look of swelled head. The man wore an exuberant amount of money rings on each finger's breadth and his graying hair's-breadth was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his short, stocky, and aging appearance, a group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his cubicle at the cover of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary musical composition of the consistent except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest Sicilian Mafia lord of Cinder urban center and comes here regularly to see our best girl, Vixen. 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 harpy's interest with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for eld now, but it also made him question just what kind of show she must have put on in guild to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing external but it seemed that wasn't the typeface. He drew his attention back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her fleshly dancing and go home safely.
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hellcat stood offstage behind the heavy, royal blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with hard-on in their pant, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with athirst eyes as Chloe's average skin was revealed little by piffling as she removed the skimpy lily-white lace intimate apparel from her lithe form and groped her tiny knocker and inner thigh, all in clock time with the sultry rock music blasting from the loudspeaker surrounding the roomy club. Her smooth ivory cutis glittered as it reflected the vivid pink leg lights as she slid her small hands up her consistency into her thick, rippled blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her stifle which were bed cover apart, and revealing her bare, waxed muliebrity. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in painfulness from the hardness in their knickers as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were Charles Frederick Worth. One man even went far enough as to put his helping hand in his pants and come to himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the nine 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 coming without any form of stimulation other than the mere thought of soul working her to a head-spinning coming. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingerbreadth mindlessly slip across her bare bosom. The man in the hearing climaxed in his gasp. The residual took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their beverage, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The euphony sank into a boring, sexier tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the point, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, outstanding pawl as she swung her coxa. The men's middle followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous soma, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the point. She approached the girlfriend and hang over at the hips to reach down and grab the luscious blonde hair atop Chloe's foreland. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright dark-green eye winking and full red lips twist up in a crooked smile, her marrow skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her fundament, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden table at the center of the degree, still grasping a handful of Chloe's haircloth. Chloe laid on her back as vixen released her haircloth and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the sides of the elf's quiet thighs, finally groping her taut but steadfastly ass. A soft squeak escaped from Chloe and harpy continued exploring her body with her hands and mouth, kissing her stomach, chest, hips, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The lady friend moaned with anticipation as did the hearing who drooled unconsciously at the prospect 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 addition her science at seduction, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this spot, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a benumb state of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the right press points. She could also kill soul just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an exorbitant amount of cash in only one hour on degree and she could spend that hour practicing her conquest and letting others pattern on her, even though most could hardly ever do plenty moisture between her wooden leg to mean anything. She still put on a skillful show so as not to disconcert 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 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 assassin envied the girl just a little for being able to get lost completely in the virtuous physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her guard down for the tenuous second. The girl could even solve herself to an climax without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on bill of selfish buff and inexperienced fools 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 garden pink little clit and inserting her finger into her tiny scuttle. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the sharpness of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her digit faster, coating them with the girl's scented essence as she continued to flip her clapper over her sex clit. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the girl's eyes to roll into her skull and the interview gave a rung of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and dark out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting offstage to impart Chloe to the extension and resurrect her.

Turning to the audience who were on their substructure with loud hand clapping, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a prankish smile."So who's future, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her next dupe, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarcely amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised brow was the man she ran into outside. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the same fourth dimension. vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his handwriting 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 tidal bore daggers into his back with their eyes. Their unspoken jealous threats were like razor blades on his form but he followed anyway.

A one chairperson had been brought out onto the stage and hellcat pushed him down into the keister as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his potent shoulder joint and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an unknown Energy throughout her body and, for the world-class time, she could feel the hullabaloo coil in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in front of the clubhouse. Even recovering from the brush, she couldn't get the ikon of his beautifully tanned skin, inscrutable brown hair, and almost luminescent hazelnut tree centre out of her intellect. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and support thrilled her and scared her at the same time. He could be a beguilement, leaving her overt and vulnerable to any assailant while she had her guard down. He could even be an foeman himself ! She tried to campaign for some constancy within her thoughts but in a rip irregular he had gained control condition and grabbed her inside second joint to get out her into his lap so that she straddled him. hellcat gasped, startled at is speed and raging at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other's center intensely, vixen with a hard grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of amusement.

Intent on not being the dupe of this place, vixen began to necessitate mastery and moil her hip joint to the rhythmic beats pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his berm 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."deceiver,"he grunted, and harpy gave a smug grin as she continued to labour against him. The victory didn't final stage long as Dane grabbed her coxa firmly and applied force per unit area to either sides of her lower cover, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's consistency and forcing the first base ever honest moan from her lips as she tilted her mind back in ecstasy. Her groan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his rosehip up once then slowly undercoat himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work on his hands over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could beam her into a fit of moan and cries of forcible bliss.

offstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make Vixen groan for the first clock time, an achievement Chloe had tried meter and time again to fulfil. Vixen had been nice enough to let her hold open trying but it seemed futile to try and run out endlessly. It was like the cleaning lady was either truly made of deoxyephedrine with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the inviolable worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some form of blessing from the woman she spent dateless nights fantasizing about. The present moment they had on microscope stage were the best moments of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric lighting on the bare darkness she ran away from yr ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, capital than all the highs combined from two class's Charles Frederick Worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove her passion 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 mind. She felt a stab of unhappiness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful java skin glowing with sweat as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. Angry split escaped the rims of her water level, dragging grim eyeliner down with it across her brass as she watched Vixen reach her initiatory coming without so often as a touch modality from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same general degree of niceness. Chloe changeable daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the side by side act without another word. Vixen stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a foldout chair by the tree diagram lights on the face of the stagecoach. The girls watched her with wary smiling on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their starting time orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled terpsichorean with a dark pixy cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, unsporting blonde level. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a weakly grin and rolled her optic.

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

"He touched me,"Vixen panted heavily with hooded eye. The girls looked at each other, 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 arrest her breath, but Chloe stood still and mute with her tiny hired man balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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