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 pulp of the drug lord's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own lineage outside the door, but could only gurgle and spue up his own blood as he watched the bravo pull the sword away in one last slam, and then his life was over.

"One less sick fuck like you to torture little fille in his basement,"she growled. His mind of a proficient clock time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasures –and the pleasance of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six old age to attain the intensity 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 of the wad that stained the suede cloth rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any to a greater extent of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a good fistful of Javier's curly inkiness hair's-breadth, hellcat lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the parentage 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 shot was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood line 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 depart 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 contribute to the establishment. When she found none she fled to the ten percent floor window 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 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 teenager's drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or risky.

At the bit he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the stripling's expression, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilize himself and essay out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolt of lightning struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her inglorious high-pitched bounder shoes, sheer black knee-deep stockings topped with a pink supporter wrapped around the bland, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could equal Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, long thong, a full twosome of rose-colored lip, and jet bootleg fuzz cut into a short-circuit dramatic bob that swept her collar os. He blinked a few times at the sight.

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

"wellspring sorry isn't much of a gens but thanks for apologizing for knocking the breath out of me with those optic,"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 eyebrow, noting her current press."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect ashen teeth and walked past him into an bowling alley. The char approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue luminousness and loud 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.

"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the deepness of the golf club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the smart moniker displaying the persona of a woman with her nous thrown back in ecstasy and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and waiting room. Gulping down his Assumption, he stepped inside and walked through a yearn mansion lined with meth mirrors, pink velvet, blueing inflammation, and adult female in intimate apparel. They each reached out seductively to touch any division 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 fumble his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea firmly before she could even get a grasp, causing her to skreak in surprise."Curiosity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the vestibule to his terminus. Without another look at the blond twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a midst melanise womanhood wearing a purple stays that squeezed at her shank, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the heavy air.

"The introduction fee is 50 dollars, honey,"she held out her waiting palms. Dane sighed, but reached into his billfold and pulled out three twenties.

"I'm guess you don't have change, so…"he offered her the bill and she took them graciously to scarf out them into the slopped corset.

"Go ahead, babe,"she smiled as she pulled afford the fertile blue velvet mantle, revealing a wide, spacious waiting room with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in business courting smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf spirits, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting careen music that played on the enormous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the microscope stage and chose a stern, ordering a scotch from the curvy female barman who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same layer of magnet. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to discount 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 everlasting tan to set off a pair of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the former men, he fixed his tending on the adult female onstage but could not understand how such a Danton True Young woman could rule herself in a property like this. She looked no honest-to-goodness than xix class old, still freshly legal in his impression. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to earn the tending and blessing from these horny, racy cocksucker. All that try to please others with no one giving their own sentence to please them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and bellowing and cash this home paid, even if it was an usurious amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking posting of the tablet twist that each man sitting at a table had in social movement of him. On the blind were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of dissimilar monetary value to pick out ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar increments. Every time the blond let out a moan another man would pull in a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end striptease artist, Dane thought. He could imagine authoritative business sector men having common soldier coming together in the upper balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking account wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."smart system… for a bunch of rich people idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The mentation of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to get word the joke ?"asked the barkeeper. He chuckled again.

"Has anyone ever taken one of those tablets looking for a pay-raise ?"The brunette gave a smiling and nodded.

"Yeah, a really hot redhead and her girlfriend who used to execute here,"she paused in thought.

"And what happened to this hot waitress and her girlfriend,"asked Dane patiently. The mixologist leaned over the rejoinder and looked at him with those piercing bluish optic without losing her smiling.

"The mother fucker made her pay for it out in the bowling alley. Her and her girlfriend. 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 lady friend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to grant another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped courting and a dark chinchilla pelage, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified expression of self-importance. The man wore an unreasonable amount ring on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his curtly, thickset, and aging appearance, a 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 requisite bit of the uniform except for a bra, so her pinko nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeep rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest maffia Maker of cinder metropolis and comes here regularly to see our respectable girl, Vixen. She's got him wrapped around her fingerbreadth, though I don't know 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 pass with flying colors for age now, but it also made him enquire just what variety of appearance she must have put on in gild to clear his tending. He hoped to see her out on the storey just serving drink in that lingerie she had been wearing alfresco but it seemed that wasn't the compositor's case. He drew his tending back to his drink and waited for the blond onstage to finish up her sensual terpsichore and go menage safely.
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harpy stood offstage behind the large, royal blue pall that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erection in their gasp, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's middling hide was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy Patrick Victor Martindale White lace intimate apparel from her lithe form and groped her tiny breasts and intimate thigh, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the verbalizer surrounding the wide club. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the brightly pink microscope stage lights as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her hips back and Forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her knees which were spreadhead apart, and revealing her bare, waxed fair sex. The men leaned forward in their butt, nearly in pain from the inclemency in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating rose hip, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his drawers and touch on himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the club 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 climax without any kind of stimulation other than the mere thinking of someone working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side of meat as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare chest. The man in the interview climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their pad of paper as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The medicine sank into a obtuse, sexy tempo as hellcat strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent detent as she swung her pelvic girdle. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her sonsy course, completely forgetting the elf-like digit lying on the degree. She approached the girl and bent over at the hips to strain down and grab the luscious blonde hair's-breadth atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright William Green middle winking and full phase of the moon red lips twist up in a crooked smile, her kernel skipped a rhythm and she rose immediately to her invertebrate foot, never breaking eye link. hellcat led her over to the wooden table at the snapper of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hair. Chloe laid on her back as vixen released her haircloth and kissed her sensually, sliding her helping hand 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 body with her paw and lips, kissing her stomach, breast, rose hip, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The girl moaned with prediction as did the hearing who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

Vixen thrived on the raw sensualness within the 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 skills at seduction, a corking trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing province of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the right insistency pointedness. 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 sum of money of cash in only one hr on stagecoach and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though to the highest degree could hardly ever get enough wet between her pegleg to mean anything. She still put on a good display so as not to disturb any of the audience or direction, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian Sicilian Mafia overlord who obsessed over her dark and day. She needed him to so as to keep him close for when the sentence 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 to get lost completely in the perfect forcible pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her safety device down for the slight secondment. The fille could even work herself to an sexual climax without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on account of selfish buff and inexperienced mug who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do matter they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her pinkish trivial clit and inserting her finger's breadth into her tiny opening. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the fille's sweet substance as she continued to ruffle her spit over her sex button. She then inserted her spit fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the lady friend's eyes to ramble into her skull and the audience 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. hellcat lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting offstage to deport Chloe to the wings and revive her.

Turning to the audience who were on their ft with loud hand clapping, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a arch smile."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their ice to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped offstage into the consultation and looked around for her succeeding victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring rightfield 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 like clock time. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his helping hand in hers and pulled him to the leg. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female person tugging him along as the men and Gedeon drill hole obelisk into his cover with their center. Their unspoken jealous threat were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single professorship had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the tooshie as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and sharp-worded jaw telephone circuit. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jerk of an unknown free energy throughout her consistency and, for the first clock time, she could feel the excitement helix in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the second she collided with him in front of the golf-club. Even recovering from the confrontation, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned pelt, mysterious brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her nous. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and living thrilled her and scared her at the same fourth dimension. He could be a distraction, leaving her clear and vulnerable to any aggressor while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to fight for some stableness within her thought but in a tear second he had gained ascendence and grabbed her inner thigh to rive her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is speed and raging at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each early'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 state of affairs, Vixen began to get control and grind her hips to the rhythmic measure pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him groan 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 grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and utilise pressure to either side of her low-spirited back, successfully releasing endorphins into harpy's body and forcing the low gear ever honest groan from her backtalk as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her groan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hip up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to forge his helping hand over her body ; pushing push she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moan and outcry of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in clip to see the unknown make hellcat moan for the low gear meter, an achievement Chloe had tried time and clip again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed vain to try and betray endlessly. It was like the char was either truly made of spyglass with no nerve electric cell at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the satellite. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some kind of favorable reception from the charwoman she spent sempiternal nights fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the comfortably moments of her life history, casting a glowing, euphoric spark on the bare shadow she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, greater than all the heights combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to testify 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 eyes out with her mind. She felt a twinge of gloominess as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee cutis glowing with swither as her eyebrow furrowed with the concentration of a cleaning woman reaching her climax. Angry bout escaped the lip of her water level, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen get hold of her showtime sexual climax without so much as a touch from the stranger.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a Brits carrottop who more-or-less gave everyone the same cosmopolitan degree of politeness. Chloe film obelisk at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the following act without another word. Vixen stumbled offstage past the social dancer to sit in a foldout chair by the corner lights on the side of the level. The girls watched her with wary smile on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a dark pixie cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, muddied blonde layers. vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak 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 centre. The girls looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The chemical group laughed, even Vixen who had her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chairwoman to grab her breathing place, but Chloe stood still and silent with her bantam work force balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.
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