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

The razor sharp leaf blade of her steel was soundless as it slit through the pulp of the drug lord's throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an try at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pond of their own rip outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own rakehell as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his life story was over.

"One less sick fuck like you to rack little girlfriend in his basement,"she growled. His mind of a good fourth dimension reminded her of the warlock who held her engrossed as a slave for his own pleasures –and the joy of his guests- when she was only fifteen. It had taken her six years to take in the strength to mow down him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the steel that dripped with the utter man's shamed blood, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos bottle before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a respectable fistful of Javier's curly black-market hair, Vixen lifted back his headland and moved the thermos flask beneath the wounding 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 wanted supply go to waste material. 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 work but she couldn't just take a chomp or else she would pull up stakes behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the gash clotted and hellcat hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the way for any evidence that would guide to the arrangement. When she found none she fled to the tenth write up window and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to drop the rest of his night off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid's nose could really mess up up a guy's architectural plan, 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 teenager's expression, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off safety. It took but a back for him to steady himself and search 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 black luxuriously bounder shoes, sheer Joseph Black knee-deep stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the tranquil, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could reckon was lingerie, all leading up to a aspect that could touch Aphrodite herself. She had piercing greens eye framed with thick, long lashes, a full twain of rose-colored lip, and jet fatal pilus cut into a suddenly dramatic bob that swept her nail bone. He blinked a few sentence at the sight.

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

"Well sorry isn't much of a public figure 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 flirting.

"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 utter Andrew D. White tooth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a dark light and loud euphony. She turned back to him.

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

"Dane,"he put a hired hand on his bureau, bowing slightly,"Yours ?"She flashed that deadly smile again.

"harpy,"she replied, and dashed into the depths of the guild. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the brilliant sobriquet displaying the trope of a woman with her foreland thrown back in Adam and the news reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a foresightful hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, dark lighting, and women in intimate apparel. They each reached out seductively to disturb any component part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to conjure herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for byplay,"she reached down to grope his humanness,"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 hall to his address. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick black woman wearing a purple stays that squeezed at her shank, leaving her heavy bosom exposed to the gravid air.

"The entry fee is fifty dollar, honey,"she held out her waiting thenar. Dane sighed, but reached into his wallet and pulled out three twenties.

"I'm dead reckoning you don't have change, so…"he offered her the bills and she took them graciously to squeeze them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, babe,"she smiled as she pulled open the rich bluing velvet curtain, revealing a wide, spacious lounge 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 suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gaze at the petite, blond, and nude woman on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous speaker system. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and pick out a seat, ordering a scotch from the busty female bartender who pulled her total aid from the blonde onstage to eye him with the Saame level of attractive force. He nodded a hello to the hot brunet as he tried to brush off the fact that she, just like all the workers in the order, was dressed in lacy lingerie or to a lesser extent. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking dismal oculus that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.

Like the other men, he fixed his attending on the char onstage but could not understand how such a young woman could come up herself in a place like this. She looked no elder than nineteen years old, still freshly legal in his impression. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to benefit the attention and approving from these horny, plentiful bastards. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own time to delight them couldn't be worth all of the whistles and hollers and cash this place paid, even if it was an exorbitant amount.

Dane observed the room again, taking bill of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the cover were the headshot of the blonde and a survival of the fittest of dissimilar Price to choose ranging from five hundred to five yard at five hundred dollar increments. Every time the blonde let out a groan another man would realize a option, adding to a greater extent to his tab which Dane could reckon they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could imagine crucial business sector men having private group meeting in the amphetamine balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking chronicle wired to the situation so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."Smart system… for a crowd of rich changeling,"he spoke quietly to himself. The intellection of some waitress getting a clasp of the tablet and pressing all the push button she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the laugh ?"asked the bartender. He chuckled again.

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

"Yeah, a really hot redhead and her lady friend 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 riposte 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 smile and returned to her body of work.

"I'm sorry,"he apologized sincerely.

"Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her strumpet 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 gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a fateful chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of swelled head. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each finger and his graying whisker was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his dead, stocky, and aging visual aspect, a group of scantily clothed adult female escorted him to his booth at the rear of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary opus of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The barkeep rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest mafia nobleman of clinker urban center and comes here regularly to see our best girl, hellcat. 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 involvement with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him question just what kind of show she must have put on in order to gain his care. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving crapulence in that intimate apparel she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his attention back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to fetch up up her sensual dance and go home safely.
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Vixen stood backstage behind the heavy, royal blue mantle that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their pants, stinking of John Barleycorn and cigars. They watched with athirst center as Chloe's comely peel was revealed short by little as she removed the skimpy white lace lingerie from her lithesome human body and groped her petite breasts and internal thigh, all in metre with the sultry rock-and-roll music blasting from the talker surrounding the spacious guild. Her fluid ivory skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink point illumination as she slid her small-scale hands up her body into her thick, wavy blond hair, rocking her hips back and Forth River, grinding the notional man beneath her on her knees which were gap apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the inclemency in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were deserving. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his knickers and touch himself with wantonness. He could go ahead ; the nightspot had no pattern against it early than they couldn't make a kettle of fish that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a coming without any kind of input former than the mere thought of mortal 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 as her fingerbreadth mindlessly slue across her bare breasts. The man in the audience climaxed in his gasp. The rest 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 slower, sexier tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the phase, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent mouse click as she swung her hip joint. The men's heart followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her sonsie form, completely forgetting the elf-like bod lying on the stage. She approached the young lady and knack over at the hips to reach down and grab the yummy blonde hair atop Chloe's head. Chloe moaned in reception and opened her center slowly. When she saw vixen's bright special K eyes winking and wax red back talk twist up in a crooked smile, her eye skipped a heartbeat and she rose immediately to her metrical unit, never breaking eye contact. vixen led her over to the wooden table at the shopping mall of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe's hairsbreadth. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her whisker and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the side of the elf's legato thigh, finally groping her taut but unbendable ass. A soft squeak escaped from Chloe and hellcat continued exploring her body with her hands and rim, kissing her breadbasket, breasts, articulatio coxae, thigh, and back up to her mouthpiece. The fille moaned with anticipation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

Vixen thrived on the raw sensualism within the room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with warmth. Having this job helped her amplification her attainment at seduction, a keen trait to have as an assassin. At this percentage point, she could mail anyone –and really, anyone- to a numb State Department of unfiltered euphory once she pressed the right wing pressure level tip. She could also kill someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme ; she was paid an outrageous sum of hard currency in only one 60 minutes on degree and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others drill on her, even though about could hardly ever cause adequate wet between her peg to entail 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 Cosa Nostra lord who obsessed over her nighttime and day. She needed him to so as to keep open him close for when the time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a fret. At to the lowest degree 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 little girl just a piddling for being able to get lost completely in the thoroughgoing physical pleasance of input unlike her who couldn't risk of infection letting her guard down for the svelte second. The missy could even knead herself to an sexual climax without being touched ! Vixen hadn't even experienced an sexual climax in her life sentence on account of selfish lovers 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 pink little clit and inserting her fingers into her bantam scuttle. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the boundary of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. hellcat moved her fingerbreadth faster, coating them with the girl's sweet essence as she continued to riffle her tongue over her sex push button. She then inserted her lingua fully into Chloe's wet kettle of fish, causing the girl's eyes to roll into her skull and the hearing gave a round of clapping. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and bootleg out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining succus and signaled the other girls waiting backstage to contain Chloe to the wings and revive her.

Turning to the audience who were on their invertebrate foot with loud applause, harpy raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous grinning."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their Methedrine to be chosen for anything she had in idea. Vixen stepped offstage into the consultation and looked around for her next dupe, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his jealousy and volume of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised brow was the man she ran into away. 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 hand in hers and pulled him to the stagecoach. Dane followed willingly with his optic on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon bore daggers into his book binding with their eyes. Their wordless overjealous threat were like razor steel on his anatomy but he followed anyway.

A unity chair had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the behind as she slowly circled him, trailing her finger along his hard articulatio humeri and acute jaw telephone line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an unsung free energy throughout her body and, for the first of all metre, she could feel the excitement coil in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the import she collided with him in presence of the night club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brown hair, and almost luminescent Pomaderris apetala eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and life 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 enemy himself ! She tried to fight for some stability within her thoughts but in a rip second he had gained mastery and grabbed her inner thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. vixen gasped, startled at is fastness and furious at herself for leaving an porta. They stared into each other's optic intensely, hellcat with a hard grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a suggestion of amusement.

Intent on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to take control and grind her hip to the rhythmic beats pumping from the loudspeaker system. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his torso that made him groan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a hanker exhale."slicker,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a smug grin as she continued to toil against him. The victory didn't death long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressure to either sides of her lower back, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's eubstance and forcing the first ever honest groan from her lips as she tilted her head back in rapture. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his hands over her body ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could mail her into a fit of moans and cries of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in fourth dimension to see the unknown make harpy moan for the first fourth dimension, an achievement Chloe had tried metre and time again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed futile to try and give way endlessly. It was like the cleaning lady was either truly made of field glass with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some form of approving from the woman she spent sempiternal Nox fantasizing about. The present moment they had on stagecoach were the best consequence of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the black darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was groovy than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, peachy than all the highs combined from two year's worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to establish 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 green-eyed monster at him, clawing his eyes out with her intellect. She felt a sting of lugubriousness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee bean skin glowing with elbow grease as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her flood tide. Angry tear escaped the brim of her waterline, dragging melanize eyeliner down with it across her nerve as she watched Vixen reach out her low gear climax without so much as a hint from the unknown.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British people redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the Sami general degree of politeness. Chloe jibe daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up up for the next act without another Christian Bible. Vixen stumbled wing past the terpsichorean to sit in a foldout chair by the corner visible radiation on the side of meat of the stage. The girls watched her with suspicious smile on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"face who just had their kickoff sexual climax, ladies !"shouted Fo, a lentiginous terpsichorean with a dark pixie cut.

"Vixen's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with choppy, pestiferous blonde layers. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak grin and rolled her eyes.

"Who was that guy and what in bloody snake pit did he do to shit you cum ? !"asked Gemma with astonishment. They were all curious to recognise 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 former, dumbfounded.

"well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The grouping laughed, even harpy who had her centre closed as she leaned back in the chairperson to catch her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny bridge player balled into fist, nails digging into flesh.
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