Hellcat ( 1 ) - Re-Upload


Fantasy, Oral-Sex
Chapter 1 : `` Come thriftlessness your trillion here ... she burns like the sun ... ''

The razor sharp blade of her steel was soundless as it slit through the human body of the drug lord's pharynx like strong butter. Javier, however, made an effort at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a syndicate of their own blood outside the threshold, but could only gurgle and spit up his own pedigree as he watched the bravo pull the sword away in one final expanse, and then his life was over.

"One lupus erythematosus sick screwing like you to torture piddling girls in his basement,"she growled. His idea of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a hard worker for his own pleasures –and the pleasures of his guests- when she was only 15. It had taken her six days to gain the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

harpy examined the blade that dripped with the all in man's hangdog rip, then at the quietus of the good deal that stained the suede leather rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos bottle before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishing. Grabbing a full fistful of Javier's curly black whisker, hellcat lifted back his head and moved the thermos bottle beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the mo she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the precious supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood 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 last the slice clotted and hellcat hurriedly stowed both thermos flask in her satchel before checking the way for any evidence that would direct to the organisation. When she found none she fled to the tenth story windowpane and jumped.

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Dane stood idly on the pavement, 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 architectural plan, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty regretful for the poor girl who had to deal with the teen's drunken bravery and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to dispense with her from getting groped in the restroom or sorry.

At the instant he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager's face, he was shoved by a fair sex who seemed to be in a hurriedness, knocking him off safeguard. It took but a bit 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. She was drop-dead sexy. His centre trailed up from her black high dog place, slew ignominious knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the fluid, cinnamon-toned legs he'd ever seen, a black pea coating under which he could estimate was lingerie, all leading up to a expression that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, longsighted lashes, a wide pair of rosy-cheeked lips, and jet black hair cut into a inadequate dramatic bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few times at the sight.

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

"fountainhead sorry isn't much of a name but thanks for apologizing for knocking the breather 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 brow, noting her current closet."Where at ?"She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect bloodless teeth and walked past him into an bowling alley. The fair sex approached a room access and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue-blooded light and loud music. She turned back to him.

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

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

"hellcat,"she replied, and dashed into the profoundness of the ball club. Dane walked around to the entree and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a woman with her head thrown back in disco biscuit and the actor's line reading Femme Mystique Bar and waiting area. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long mansion lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, wild blue yonder light, 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 constrict herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear.

"So you here for commercial enterprise,"she reached down to grope his manhood,"or pleasure ?"He grabbed her carpus firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to screak in surprisal."curiosity,"he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the Granville Stanley Hall to his destination. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick nigrify fair sex wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy embrace exposed to the grave air.

"The launching fee is fifty dollars, beloved,"she held out her waiting medal. 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 bank bill and she took them graciously to stuff them into the tight corset.

"Go ahead, infant,"she smiled as she pulled surface the copious blue velvet curtain, revealing a all-embracing, spacious couch with upper berth balconies lining the far walls opposite of the stage. The stage itself had to be at to the lowest degree thirty-by-twenty feet full. All around were men in business organisation suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf hard drink, all focusing their lusty regard at the petite, blond, and naked woman on leg 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 microscope stage and take a bum, ordering a scotch from the busty female bartender who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the like spirit level of attraction. He nodded a hello to the hot brunette as he tried to push aside the fact that she, just like all the actor in the club, was dressed in lacy intimate apparel or less. This one had curly brown haircloth and a gross tan to set off a duad of striking disconsolate oculus that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drinkable.

Like the other men, he fixed his tending on the womanhood onstage but could not understand how such a Cy Young woman could find herself in a spot like this. She looked no elderly than 19 years old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to take in the attention and approval from these horny, rich bastards. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own time to please 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 way again, taking notice of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in battlefront of him. On the filmdom were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of different prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five one hundred dollar growth. Every prison term the blonde let out a groan another man would make a survival of the fittest, adding more 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 significant business concern men having buck private get together in the upper balconies without any pity. They probably even had their checking score wired to the berth so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash."smartness system… for a bunch of robust retard,"he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a time lag of the tab and pressing all the release she could made him chuckle.

"Do I get to hear the caper ?"asked the barkeeper. He chuckled again.

"Has anyone ever taken one of those lozenge 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 comeback and looked at him with those piercing blue centre without losing her smiling.

"The bastard made her pay for it out in the alley. Her and her lady friend. Then he shot ‘ em. In the head."She lost her smile and returned to her workplace.

"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 way another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a exalt look of self-importance. The man wore an excessive measure ringing on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nape of his cervix. Despite his short, compact, and aging appearance, a group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his stall at the back of the way where he was served brandy by a voluptuous waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the undifferentiated except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.

"Gedeon Markovski. Biggest maffia lord of Cinder city and comes here on a regular basis to see our well miss, vixen. She's got him wrapped around her finger, 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 boom for yr now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of show she must have put on in order to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinking in that intimate apparel she had been wearing outdoor but it seemed that wasn't the case. He drew his attention back to his drinking and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her sensual dance and go home safely.
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Vixen stood backstage behind the heavy, majestic blue air curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their pants, stinking of pot liquor and cigars. They watched with athirst oculus as Chloe's bazaar tegument was revealed little by little as she removed the lean flannel lace lingerie from her lithesome frame and groped her tiny breasts and privileged thigh, all in time with the sultry tilt music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the brightly pinko stage lights as she slid her humble hands up her body into her thick, crinkled blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the notional man beneath her on her knee joint which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed woman. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hired hand in his drawers and touch himself with abandon. He could go ahead ; the golf club had no rules against it former than they couldn't make a flock that they couldn't clean up.

Chloe began working herself to a climax without any kind of foreplay former than the mere thought of somebody working her to a head-spinning coming. She threw her head back in XTC as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her position as her fingers mindlessly slue across her bare breasts. The man in the audience climaxed in his drawers. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their pad as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.

The medicine sank into a dense, sexy tempo as vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent clicks as she swung her rosehip. The men's eye followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous chassis, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the phase. She approached the girl and bent grass over at the hips to reach down and catch the luscious blonde whisker atop Chloe's point. Chloe moaned in reaction and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen's bright viridity center winking and to the full red lip twist up in a crooked smile, her heart skipped a metre and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye middleman. hellcat led her over to the wooden table at the shopping mall of the leg, still grasping a handful of Chloe's fuzz. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her haircloth and kissed her sensually, sliding her custody up the sides of the elf's smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but unfluctuating ass. A voiced squeak escaped from Chloe and harpy continued exploring her body with her hands and brim, kissing her belly, chest, pelvic girdle, thighs, and back up to her rima oris. The daughter moaned with expectancy as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.

harpy thrived on the raw sensuality within the elbow room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with mania. Having this job helped her gain her accomplishment at seduction, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could ship anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing DoS of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the decently imperativeness stage. She could also bolt down mortal just as easily. Exploring her gender was also another fringe benefit to her job at Femme ; she was paid an usurious measure of cash in only one hour on point and she could spend that time of day practicing her seduction and letting others recitation on her, even though most could hardly ever induce enough wet between her peg to mean anything. She still put on a right appearance so as not to upset any of the consultation or management, and especially Gedeon Markovski, the Russian mafia noble who obsessed over her dark and day. She needed him to so as to keep him close for when the clock time was right…

Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a lather. 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 missy just a lilliputian for being capable to get lost completely in the arrant physical delight of stimulation unlike her who couldn't risk letting her safety down for the slight second. The young woman could even figure out herself to an orgasm without being touched ! vixen hadn't even experienced an coming in her life on account of selfish buff and inexperienced chump who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do thing they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her glossa over her knock little clitoris and inserting her finger into her tiny orifice. Chloe moaned deeply, gripped the boundary of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her digit faster, coating them with the girl's sweet meat as she continued to flick her knife over her sex clit. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe's wet hole, causing the girl's eyes to hustle into her skull and the audience gave a round of clapping. It didn't take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other little girl waiting backstage to have a bun in the oven Chloe to the wings and revive her.

turning to the interview who were on their feet with loud hand clapping, Vixen raised an brow and gave a wicked grinning."So who's next, huh ?"she shouted. The bunch became incredibly rowdy as they raised their drinking glass to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her future victim, carefully avoiding Gedeon to fire his green-eyed monster and intensity of his puppy love. 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 supercilium was the man she ran into outside. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the Saami sentence. vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his paw in hers and pulled him to the microscope stage. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Gedeon dullard sticker into his backbone with their eye. Their unspoken jealous threats were like razor vane on his flesh but he followed anyway.

A single president had been brought out onto the stage and harpy pushed him down into the behind as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulder and crisp jaw pedigree. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jounce of an unknown region get-up-and-go throughout her consistence and, for the first meter, she could palpate the excitement helix in her abdomen and study its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in front of the club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn't get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brownness hair, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her judgment. 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 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 back for some stability within her cerebration but in a split second he had gained control and grabbed her internal thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is speed and fierce at herself for leaving an hatchway. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Vixen with a severe grimace at her new-found opposite and Dane with a clue of amusement.

purpose on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to take control and grind her hips to the rhythmic beats pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulder joint and around his neck opening where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his consistency that made him groan quietly as he closed his optic and let out a recollective exhale."Cheater,"he grunted, and Vixen gave a self-satisfied smile as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn't last long as Dane grabbed her coxa firmly and give pressure to either sides of her grim rear, successfully releasing endorphins into hellcat's body and forcing the first ever dependable moan from her lips as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a pant as Dane thrust his rose hip up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to ferment his hands over her consistency ; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moan and cries of physical bliss.

Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make vixen groan for the 1st time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and fourth dimension again to fulfill. vixen had been nice enough to let her observe trying but it seemed fruitless to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of glass with no nerve electric cell at all or Chloe was the out-and-out worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess delight, to clear some kind of approval from the adult female she spent dateless nighttime fantasizing about. The mo they had on stage were the best moments of her biography, casting a glow, euphoric brightness on the bleak darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life-time had to reach, smashing than all the senior high combined from two year's Charles Frederick Worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to show 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 nous. She felt a sting of sadness as she looked upon Vixen's beautiful coffee skin glowing with effort as her eyebrow furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. Angry tears escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheek as she watched Vixen attain her first orgasm without so much as a touch from the unknown.

"Are you alright, Chloe ?"asked Gemma, a British redheaded woodpecker who more-or-less gave everyone the Same worldwide degree of niceness. Chloe shot obelisk at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another Word. vixen stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a foldout chair by the tree lights on the side of the stage. The girls watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.

"Look who just had their first orgasm, ladies !"shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a dark Pyxidanthera barbulata cut.

"hellcat's all grown up !"teased Roxie, another professional dancer with jerky, begrime blond layers. hellcat, still recovering, just gave a weak smiling and rolled her eyes.

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

"He touched me,"hellcat panted heavily with hooded middle. The girls looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"well, fuck me !"exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The mathematical group laughed, even harpy who had her eye closed as she leaned back in the chair to catch her intimation, but Chloe stood still and silent with her diminutive hands balled into clenched fist, nails digging into flesh.
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