Speakeasy Rivalry

Tasked with yet another assassination in the rum runner wars that had wreaked havoc on the city for the entire year, Eve had scoped out The Lion's Den for a few days, undercover as an escort for a few different wealthy men. The target was Violet, the songstress who had refused an offer from the rivalling Cheshire Cat in favor of the other speakeasy. Not taking kindly to being turned down, instead of letting their rivals gain the fame for hosting her, they sent one of their best hitmen after her. Or hitwomen, in this case. Eve had never failed a hit, and being a woman made her job all the more easy, few people suspecting her capabilities. Only known as The Black Tie thanks to the ties she leaves around her victims' necks, the police are clueless to her identity. She had already infiltrated the backstage of The Lion's Den, dressed as a dancer, searching for the vixen's whereabouts.

Violet was currently backstage of The Lion’s Den, smoking a long, hand rolled cigarette in an ivory holder. She wore her red dress, slits in the sides to show off some long, strong legs. She drove all the men crazy dressed like this, and even some of the more adventurous women. Right now however? Violet was bored out of her mind, sucking down a bottle of scotch, sighing out as she continued to puff smoke out. She was beginning to wonder if the  Cheshire Cat paid more, or at least had more interesting people to sing and arouse to. “Whatever...” She breathes out, easily and slowly, curls of smoke coming from her mouth as she did

The assassin had managed to clue herself in on where the songstress was, and made her way inside the dressing room designated the fox, ignoring the quite obvious plaque on the door. Nonchalantly entering, she only stopped once she was in the middle of the room. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed with a graceful British accent. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there, Ma'am! The other girls told me I had to get changed because I was wearing the wrong dress, and I thought this was the right room." The capuchin was clad in red dress that only reached past her hips and showed no short amount of cleavage. "You won't mind if I change here, right?" she asked Violet, quickly slipping out of the little number, remaining only in her panties, silk stockings, and high heels. Turning her head back towards the vixen, she gave a smile and lifted her tail. "It's okay, you can watch~"

Violet jumped hard when the door opened behind her, almost burning herself with the lit cigarette. “Christ! Knock next...” Violet turned around to look at the capuchin, mouth slightly slacked as she looked at her in the sexy attire, her musical accent going right into her ears. Blushing somewhat as she turned back to sip her bottle, she said, “Didn’t know we had new hires...you’ll be a hit just looking at you though. And sure, change.” She looked up at her full length mirror, eyes widening and gasping quietly as she watched her strip to nothing but her underwear and stockings, heavy pierced breasts swaying softly as her body turned. Violet turned about as red as her namesake. “Jesus Christ...”

With her eyes at first focused on herself in the mirror, her body itself good enough to kill, the red orbs slowly drifted towards the reflection of the fox and the smile on her soft, glossy lips extended. "Oh, you do like what you see, don't you?" The monkey's hips swayed gently as she turned around, the teasing mirror image exchanged for the real deal, the round, pierced breasts pointed towards Violet. "Hm. Why do I feel like I know you from somewhere?" Stepping closer, Eve pretended to wrack her brain as to the songstress' identity, before it apparently hit her. "Oh my... You're Violet, aren't you?! Well well... I didn't know you had an eye for the ladies~" The primate gently lifted her breasts and closed the distance between the two of them. "It's okay, you can touch them. But I'll be wanting something in return~"

“You’re really trying time get me trapped here huh....” Violet shyly spoke, turning around in her chair and looking at the sexy primate in front of her, breasts swaying as she shook her hips a little and advanced towards the singer. Everything about this girl seemed so alluring and enticing, it wasn’t long before Violet stood up, checking to see if the door was fully closed. “Ok...you certainly got me. And it’s hard not to have a nice eye for you.~” Violet was a bad flirt, but she smiled her best, and softly stepped forward, rubbing a thigh against Eve’s leg as she wrapped her arms behind her neck, beginning to stroke their breasts together as she softly moved her back, feeling the metal rings against the cool fabric and similarly braless skin under it. “What’s your price, sugar?”

Without uttering a word, the capuchin made her intent very clear. Her hands moved around Violet's sides, grabbing the top of her dress. With a sharp tug, the whole thing came down, baring the vixen's body to the monkey. Judging by the expression on her face, she enjoyed what she was seeing. While Violet's leg was in between hers, she took the opportunity to push the singer's other leg, making her spread them before slowly sliding downwards, hands caressing every curve of that flawless body on the way to those voluptuous hips. A shame she had to kill such a gorgeous lady, but that's business. With both hands resting on Violet's hips, still yet to remove whatever underwear adorned the area, Eve poked her tongue out, revealing the metal stud embedded in it, and raised an eyebrow as if to confirm Violet wanted what she was offering.

Violet kept her surprise hidden as her dress fell off, her orange neckline leading to her smooth, white haired stomach, toned slightly from her genes and exercise, her C cup breasts unadorned with the metal Eve had. Shivering as she felt the hands sliding down her ribs, Violet nodded at Eve, moving her face closer and locking lips. Moaning into Eve’s mouth, Violet slid her tongue in, brushing against the metal ball and pressing their bodies together, letting the monkey’s leg go between hers and tease the black lace panties between her legs.

The primate gently pushed he songstress against the wall, breathing hotly into her mouth as those tongues got acquainted. While the primate wrestled with Violet's tongue in the wet embrace, Eve's knee ground against the vixen's mound. The room felt hot all of a sudden. Impatiently, she hooked her fingers into those panties and slipped them off, a hand moving from the pelvis and between the thighs to feel the slit nestled there. The assassin hadn't been told to do any of this. She just liked to improvise, and who wouldn't want to get together with such a lovely woman as Violet? After all, it would be her last chance. Once she felt her fingers getting wet from brushing up and down the nether lips, two of the digits slowly slid inside.

Violet groaned, pressing harder against the primate as they made out more passionately. Violet was already wet, soaking her underwear as Eve continued to rub her knee against her. Moaning hard as her panties came off, sensitive parts exposed to the open air, Violet stared as Eve brushed at her pussy, slowly and tenderly fingering her with her middle and ring finger. “ooh dear god...” She groaned, moaning and breaking off the kiss to arch her back and neck. She had no idea at the danger she would face once they were finished. The entire room felt like a sauna, all as Violet began to lower her head, suckling at Eve’s breasts and rubbing her tongue against the metal. Her hands wandered to the stomach of her assassin, stroking the abdominal muscles

The primate gasped audibly as her victim began to lick and tease one of her nipples and the adorning piercing. Hot, steamy breath escapes her maw in the warm dressing room heated by their actions. Sweat slowly began dripping down the capuchin's back as she got even more into it, diving her fingers deeper. Driving them up and down with wet schlicks, she even added a third after not too long, really spreading those folds out. Exploring Eve's body, Violet might have noticed that the primate's abs were suspiciously toned thanks to her secret occupation. Certainly not the kind of body a dancer would usually have, but in the heat of the moment, who could blame the fox for not wondering about it? "A little lower...~" she whispered, wrapping her tail around Violet's wrist and guiding her hand to cup her crotch.

You’re so amazing...” Violet whimpered out, softly bouncing on the digits inside her as she moaned hot breaths on the tits of Eve. Her cunt was absolutely soaked, arousal dripping down Eve’s wrist as she got closer and closer to finishing. The scent of the sexy, sweaty, musk of the two of them filled the air, making Violet even more turned on. Encouraged by the tail around her wrist, Violet started off strong, three digits sliding into Eve, her thumb right on her  clit and beginning to rub in circles as she began to lightly thrust her fingers upwards, slightly curved. Both girls leaned on each other, moaning and sweating together for support as they fingered each other

Chuckling between breathy moans, the monkey nuzzled against Violet's warm cheek, crouching lower to meet her until she was kneeling "Come on, let me hear that sweet voice of yours sing with blissful tones of utter pleasure~" The monkey's fingers only sped up their pistoning movements once the fox reciprocated, eliciting a powerful moan from the primate that she had to quell to avoid being discovered. The capuchin's ringed nose was assaulted by the delightful scent of sweat and musk, but even as lost in pleasure as she was, she had not forgotten her task, and her tail was currently withdrawing from the wrist to prepare what would be the end of the singer's career and life. All she waited for were those delightful tones of pleasure leaving Violet's throat.

Both kneeled on the hardwood, soaking each other and the floor with sweat and the juices from both of their sex. Violet was panting heavily, tongue almost hanging out and eyes rolled back as she was stuck in utter pleasure, moaning and whimpering like she was overstimulated, the pleasure almost agonizing to her. In just a few moments after they knelt, being massaged and molested by the sexy primate, Violet’s eyes closed, hissing softly as she came hard. Moaning sweetly and beautifully, a testament to her lungs, she completely gushed onto Eve, pressing hard against the monkey’s G spot to get her to cum at the same moment. Once she was done, she was a sensitive, gushy mess, reeking of sweat and cum, moaning and mumbling like a crazy person

Eve certainly felt the fox tensing up around her fingers and absolutely drenching her hand in sticky feminine juices, all to the sound of that heavenly voice ringing out. Clenching her teeth tightly, the assassin allowed lust to take her as well, and her limbs twitched and convulsed. She leaned forward to support herself against the vixen while femcum squirted from her cunt, no doubt creating a stain on the floor if the accumulated sweat hadn't already formed one. Leaning her head on Violet's shoulder, the primate lifted her soaked hand up to her lips and licked it clean. "Mhnh...~ Sorry love, you were wonderful, but you should have stuck to your deal with Cheshire." As soon as her hand stopped trembling from the aftershocks of the climax, Eve sunk the thin, short blade in her hand into the base of Violet's neck, holding the songstress in a tight hug. "Shh. Don't try to scream. You won't be able to anyway. The only ones you'll be singing with now are the angels."

Violet wasn’t paying any attention at all, only spasming in the arms of her lover after having a mind rocking orgasm. She looked up just in time to hear her words and realize what this was all about: the mob sent a hitwoman just for her, and for not accepting a simple contract. A stinging, white hot pain went into her throat, right near her windpipe as the blade went in. She instantly coughed hot blood out against Eve’s chest. Violet’s eyes were wide, full of betrayal and weakly trying to pull Eve’s hand off of her neck, whimpering sadly as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She knew she’d soon bleed to death, the crimson fluid running down her throat and onto her breasts and abs. She couldn’t even cry out, almost drowning in blood as she gave up, silently crying intensely in pain and hurt as the knife continued to stick in

The suddenly stony-faced killer sunk the blade all the way in to the hilt in Violet's throat, nearly slipping it between two vertebrae. The capuchin held the knife there for a few seconds, then pulled it free, allowing a gush of blood to spray onto her chest. She kept holding onto the dying vixen despite her struggling, gently stroking a hand through her hair and listening to her suffocating gurgles on her own gushing blood. "Shh, it'll all be over soon. Just close your eyes and let it take you. Don't struggle. That's it... Fade away, Violet..."

Violet’s eyes widened more, face quickly turning pale as the knife went in deeper, almost to the spine. As the knife rushed out, a huge amount of blood gushed out, quickly losing it as the vixen relaxed involuntarily. It was clear the poor girl was terrified, gurgling as blood went down her throat, body spasming weakly as she felt her life fade away in real time. Caught inside Eve’s arms, it took about two minutes to die after removing the blade, her eyes slowly dimming and body relaxing. A final sigh came from her ruined throat, along with a few bubbles of blood. Her entire body covered in the red liquid, Violet relaxed entirely, becoming a dead, soaked in blood, sweat, tears, and cum doll for Eve to freely manipulate. Her eyes were glazed, but still held the anguish in her final moments

The monkey cleaned the knife on a spot of Violet's fur that wasn't completely caked in her blood, the dark red mess stretching all the way down to her nethers and some even managing to trickle along her thighs. Eve herself was coated in blood as well, the spray from the hole in the throat painting her crimson. Then, she casually slipped it back into the sole of her high heeled shoe where she had kept it and stealthily retrieved it with her tail before striking. Holding the limp woman in her arms, she gave her a somewhat mournful look over before cupping the back of her head and once again kissing her deeply. There was the taste of blood in the mouth this time, and it lacked the warmth from earlier. She sadly had no more time to play around with the corpse of the vixen, however, putting her down to slump against the wall with her head hanging low. Retrieving a black tie from the sole of her other high heel, the primate tied it around Violet's neck tightly, and left a kiss on her cooling cheek. Afterwards, the assassin dressed in whatever clothes she could find in the room that covered the blood coating her, and disappeared from the backstage of The Lion's Den with that grisly surprise to be found, reminding the speakeasy not to poach their partners.