FATALLY HER PT5


Beautiful, Beautiful,
She was sexy and beautiful.
Beautiful, so beautiful. Her ebony skin was brown skin.
Her eyes were light brown, her eyes accentuated her complexion; Her brown skin, aroused sexual desire in men.
Her sexual orientation was men; preferably, men with brown skin.
Her ebony brown skinned complexion was blemishless.
Her brown skin flowed like silk, smooth and easy.
Her brown skin was easy on the eyes.
Her brown eyes were a delight on the eyes.
Beautiful, beautiful, so beautiful –
She was prettier than beautiful.
Nobody was as beautiful as her.
She was the most beautifulest!!!
On this particular occasion she wore a blonde wig. The blonde hair flowed down her cheeks, concealing her image.
Of course, the Hermes theatrical sunglasses were on her face, shading her brown eyes.
Gabriela Hearst: She held a Nina bag in her hand. Her Black leather trenchcoat was Bottega Veneta.
Under it she was naked; just her brown skin.
Her necklace was Cartier. Her aura was that of a billionaire… Bad, Bad bitch!
Spaghetti-strapped Dior heels.
She was here at this gathering, for one particular reason:
To kill!
The money was already paid. Big bills delivered in an Oscar De LA Renta bag.
Her date arm was vacant.
Every man who approached wasn’t worth her worth, so she told them that she was taken.
She had her eyes on the Asian man. He was mingling with the ladies, sipping a campari cocktail.
He was the head of a fortune five hundred. He he must’ve did his job wrong, or too right because his head was wanted.
She would serve it on a silver platter.
Her Tiffany earrings were shining stellar like a star.
By herself, she sipped a Martini at the bar. Her brown skin was so beautiful, she sat conspicuously at the bar.
Of course, the Asian man’s attention she caught.
So beautiful she was. He had to get to know who she was?
Her brown skin beamed like a diamond in the sun. He never saw a beauty like this before.
In his chest, his heart was waging a war. It was beating violently against his ribs. This had to be a sign from the lord up above telling him to make her his;
Mrs Woo.
Ebony and Asian, the perfect combination. He could see it now: their babies would be black and Malaysian.
Check her out at the bar, so beautiful, sexy and beautiful.
This Asian man was contemplating giving this ebony woman the keys to his heart. He never imagined he could feel this way about a woman from the start.
She was so beautiful, blemishlessly beautiful. This was love at first sight. Even if it wasn’t he would pay millions just to have her for the night.
As he approached, her air smelled of J’adore, Christian Dior.
For her love, right now, he would put a bended knee on the floor.
He stuck his hand out. “My name is Woo… what’s yours?”
She gave him a theatrical blush, and stuck her hand out theatrically so.
Her name was “Allure.”
She lured Mr Woo with her beautiful. Her brown skin Wooed him in.
Now he was all her’s she could drop him right now, right here, just by blowing a kiss. But, she wanted more. She wanted to transfer the funds out of his purse into her Cayman account.
She was turned on by his worth.
Though, he wasn’t of brown skin, he had a swagger to him that resembled a black man. Plus, her dating arm was vacant, and under this Bottega Venetta leather: she was naked. Just her brown skin.
Why not let him taste it before she did him in?
Then again, why not just complete the mission?
The billions that she saw he was worth had her slipping.
She was conflicted.
Kill him now or later? Either way he was dead!
She was smiling as if she was listening to every word that he said. She heard nothing that he said.
She was listening to the money talk.
You already secured the bag… Kill him!
There’s more money to be made… then you kill him!
His talk was eloquent and expensive, he was talking diamonds, islands “I’ll give you a stake in the business.”
Her beautiful brown eyes that were his behind those theatrical shades widened. Did he say a stake in the business?
She had to let him taste it so he could sign over her stake in the business. Then she would death kiss him.
Oh wait!
she couldn’t have a stake in his business. Her name wasn’t listed, she didn’t exist, she was a mystery, and this Asian man was history.
She stood up, at the same time this Asian man began to convulse, and spit up.
She giggled then whispered:
“Femme Fatale!”

Published by korymcclary1221

My name is Kory McClary, I am 34 years old. I am currently serving a lengthy sentence at the New Jersey State prison in Trenton, New Jersey. I am fighting for my freedom so that I may return to my family and loved ones. Yet, I know that it is a long, tough, and bitter battle to achieve that goal. But, with the grace of God Almighty, and for the sake of my family, I will fight on. I am using this blog as a medium to enhance my voice and to bring awareness to my unfair condition leading out of my unjust conviction. While spending almost all of my time in a cell, I chose to write so that I may voice the reality of my situation, because without awareness there can never be Justice...! To escape the harsh reality of prison, I use the pen to release my frustrations. I use the pen to manifest my imagination. And, most of all, I use the pen to Fight. I am fighting for my Life! Just by reading Kory McClary's Blog, you are giving my plight and my word's a voice. Thank you. Please, stay tuned...

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