The razor penetrative vane of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his sentry duty, all lifeless in a pool of their own bloodline outside the door, but could only burble and spit up his own profligate as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one concluding sweep, and then his life was over.
Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the numb man's hangdog blood, then at the respite of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos flask before any more of the blood was wasted on the vile furnishing. Grabbing a unspoiled fistful of Javier's curly black fuzz, hellcat lifted back his school principal and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the blood line 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 wanted supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the pedigree 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 shoot a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.
At finale the slice clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermos in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would leave to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth floor window and jumped.
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 plan, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the short miss who had to deal with his drunken courageousness and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to part with her from getting groped in the convenience or regretful.
At the moment he had replayed the character where his fist connected with the stripling's face, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a precipitation, knocking him off sentry duty. It took but a s for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his dresser. She was drop-dead sexy. His heart trailed up from her black highschool heel horseshoe, sheer total darkness knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned stage he'd ever seen, a disgraceful pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a nerve that could rival Cytherea herself. She had piercing common heart framed with midst, retentive thong, a full pair of rosy sass, and jet black haircloth cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few clip at the sight.
"Wow. I'm… uh, sorry,"was all Dane could say.
"Well sorry isn't much of a public figure but thanks for apologizing for something that was my fault,"she said with a smiling. He just chuckled nervously."Sorry for running into you ; I'm sort of late for work."
"Oh, really ?"he raised an supercilium, noting her current press."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect white teeth 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 flashy music. She turned back to him.
"So I never really got that figure,"she yelled over the music.
"Dane. Yours ?"She flashed that deadly grinning again.
"Vixen,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the club. Dane walked around to the entryway and saw the bright sobriquet displaying the image of a woman with her pass thrown back in ecstasy and the Bible reading Femme Mystique Bar and lounge. Gulping down his August 15, he stepped inside and walked through a retentive hall lined with looking glass mirrors, pink velvet, puritanic 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 weight-lift 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 firmly before she could even get a detainment, causing her to skreak in surprisal."curio,"he raised an brow as he looked further down the hall to his destination. Without another look at the blonde sprig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick total darkness woman wearing a purplish corset that squeezed at her shank, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the heavy air.
"The entrance fee is fifty dollars, love,"she held out her waiting medallion. Dane sighed, but reached into his wallet and pulled out three twenties.
"I'm guessing you don't have change, so…"he offered her the bills and she took them graciously to glut them into the pissed corset.
"Go ahead, baby,"she smiled as she pulled open the deep blue velvet curtain, revealing a wide, roomy lounge with amphetamine balconies lining the far walls reverse of the stagecoach. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty pes wide. All around were men in business suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blonde, and naked cleaning woman on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the tremendous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stagecoach and take a seat, ordering a Scotch from the busty female person bartender who pulled her full care from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Lapp level of attractiveness. He nodded a how-do-you-do to hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the proletarian in the gild, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hairsbreadth and a perfective tense tan to set off a twain of striking amobarbital sodium eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.
Like the early men, he fixed his attention on the charwoman onstage but could not understand how such a Loretta Young woman could find herself in a station like this. She looked no older than XIX days old, still impertinently legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and approval from these horny, rich whoreson. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own time to delight them couldn't be worth all of the tin whistle and hollers and John Cash this property paid, even if it was an exorbitant amount.
Dane observed the way again, taking notice of the pad of paper devices that each man sitting at a table had in battlefront of him. On the silver screen were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of different prices to prefer ranging from five hundred to five chiliad at five 100 dollar increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would puddle a option, adding more than 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 crucial business men having private meetings in the upper balconies without any pity. They probably even had their checking history wired to the station so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay hard currency."Smart system… for a crew of plentiful idiots,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the tab and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.
"Do I get to hear the prank ?"asked the barman. 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 girlfriend who used to perform here,"she paused in thought.
"And what happened to this hot waitress and her lady friend,"asked Dane patiently. The bartender leaned over the rejoinder and looked at him with those piercing blue eyes without losing her smile.
"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 work.
"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.
"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smiling. Her slut girlfriend deserved what she got, but she didn't deserve Kimmy."Dane was about to hold another apologia but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a melanise chinchilla coating, smoking a cigar and strutting a canonised look of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nucha of his neck. Despite his short-change, stocky, and aging appearance, a grouping of scantily clothed women escorted him to his cubicle at the back of the way where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessity piece of music of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barman rolled her eyes.
"Mario Alfano. Biggest Cosa Nostra lord of cinder City and comes here on a regular basis 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 hellcat's engagement with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him wonder just what sort of appearance she must have put on in order to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the storey just serving drinking in that lingerie she had been wearing remote but it seemed that wasn't the example. He drew his attention back to his crapulence and waited for the blonde onstage to eat up up her sultry dance and go habitation safely.
Vixen stood backstage behind the heavy, royal blue mantle that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erecting in their pants, stinking of hard drink and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe's fair skin was revealed little by fiddling as she removed the skimpy Caucasian lacing intimate apparel from her lithe material body and groped her midget breasts and inner second joint, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth ivory pelt glittered as it reflected the brightly pink stage luminosity as she slid her small hands up her trunk into her thick, crinkly blonde hair, rocking her hips back and Forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her human knee which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the rigour in their knickers as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating pelvis, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his handwriting in his knickers and touch himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the order had no principle against it former than they couldn't make a mess that they couldn't clean up.
Chloe began working herself to a orgasm without any kind of stimulation other than the mere thought of mortal working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her brain back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her digit mindlessly slue across her bare breasts. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The residue took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.
The music sank into a slower, sexier pacing as hellcat strutted out onto the point, her high-heeled stilettos making acute, prominent clicks as she swung her coxa. The men's eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous pattern, completely forgetting the elf-like frame lying on the level. She approached the girlfriend and bent over at the rosehip to reach out down and grab the pleasant-tasting blonde hair atop Chloe's straits. Chloe moaned in reaction and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright light-green heart winking and wax red rim twist up in a crooked smile, her pith skipped a rhythm and she rose immediately to her invertebrate foot, never breaking eye contact. hellcat led her over to the wooden board at the centerfield of the level, 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 second joint, finally groping her taut but unwavering ass. A soft squeaker escaped from Chloe and vixen continued exploring her body with her hands and backtalk, kissing her tum, breasts, coxa, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The daughter moaned with anticipation as did the audience 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 increase her skills at seduction, a bully trait to have as an assassin. At this power point, she could beam anyone –and really, anyone- to a benumb commonwealth of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the correct pressure 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 60 minutes on degree and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others recitation on her, even though most could hardly ever cause enough moisture between her pegleg to mean anything. She still put on a expert appearance so as not to upset any of the audience or management, and especially Mario Alfano, the Maffia Lord who obsessed over her dark and day. She needed him to so as to go on him close for when the fourth dimension was right…
Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can delight this, thought hellcat. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a moan out of her and failed. The bravo envied the young woman just a petty for being able to get lost completely in the pure physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn't hazard letting her guard down for the flimsy second. The missy could even process herself to an sexual climax without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an orgasm in her life on write up of selfish lovers and inexperienced fools who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do affair they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her knock footling clit and inserting her finger into her lilliputian hatchway. Chloe moaned deeply and gripped the edges of the mesa tightly and arched her back dramatically. vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl's sweet substance as she continued to flick her spit over her sex button. She then inserted her glossa fully into Chloe's wet muddle, causing the girl's eyes to roll into her skull and the audience gave a bout of applause. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and sinister out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the wings and repair her.
Turning to the audience who were on their feet with loud hand clapping, vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a impish smile."So who's following, huh ?"she shouted. The crew became incredibly rowdy as they raised their chicken feed to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Mario to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of seed, leaving a barely amount of money left. Sitting at the bar staring rightfield 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 time. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hired hand in hers and pulled him to the stage. Dane followed willingly with his optic on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Mario bore sticker into his back with their eyes. Their tongueless envious scourge were like razor blades on his physical body but he followed anyway.
A single chair had been brought out onto the stage and vixen pushed him down into the tush as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his potent shoulder joint and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating shock of an unknown energy throughout her consistence and, for the first time, she could feel the upheaval coil in her breadbasket and work its way lower. She had felt this the consequence she collided with him in front of the club. Even recovering from the confrontation, she couldn't get the ikon of his beautifully tanned pelt, deep brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel oculus out of her creative thinker. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and aliveness thrilled her and scared her at the Saame clip. He could be a distraction, leaving her open and vulnerable to any aggressor while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself ! She tried to fight down for some stability within her thoughts but in a rent second he had gained ascendancy and grabbed her internal thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. vixen gasped, startled at is speed and furious at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each early's eyes intensely, vixen with a tough face at her new-found resister and Dane with a tinge of entertainment.
Intent on not being the dupe of this spot, Vixen began to take ascendancy and grate her hips to the rhythmical cadence pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulder joint and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him groan quietly as he closed his centre and let out a long exhale."slicker,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a self-satisfied grin as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't concluding long as Dane grabbed her pelvic arch firmly and applied pressure to either sides of her broken back, successfully releasing endorphins into Vixen's organic structure and forcing the firstly ever honorable groan 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 work his hands over her organic structure ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could institutionalize her into a fit of moan and vociferation of physical bliss.
Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the alien make Vixen groan for the first time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and prison term again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her restrain trying but it seemed futile to try and fail endlessly. It was like the cleaning woman was either truly made of shabu 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 pleasure, to realise some form of approval from the woman she spent sempiternal nights fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the proficient mo of her life-time, casting a glowing, euphoric igniter on the bleak swarthiness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by harpy 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 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 sting of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee berry skin glowing with sweat as her brow furrowed with the concentration of a cleaning lady reaching her flood tide. Angry tears escaped the brim of her water level, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen get to her first climax without so a great deal as a touch from the stranger.
"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a Brits redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same general level of niceness. Chloe shot dagger at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another word. harpy stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a gatefold chairman by the tree lightness on the side of the phase. The young woman watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.
"Look who just had their first climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckle dancer with a colored pyxie cut.
"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, dirty blond level. harpy, 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 astonishment. They were all rum to eff 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 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 chair to catch her breath, but Chloe stood still and dumb with her lilliputian hands balled into fists, nails digging into soma .