Fatally Her Pt1

He was soft on her, he flipped the switch and turned from a gangsta to a gentleman on her.
The look on her. OMG! the look on her.
Sultry and seductive. low key siren, lady heroine type.
Her beauty mesmerized him while her mellifluous voice held him in a trance.
Dolce and Gabana lens’ hid her eyes. Her eyes eyed his watch.
Caltrava by Patek Phillipe. Cute!
No effort was needed for her to slip the thirty thousand off his wrist and slide into oblivion.
That wasn’t her mission…
He entertained her at the bar with Tequila on ice and stimulating conversation while a live band blew a soft note In the background.
Her D&G dress revealed a little cleavage.
What was under the rest??? He wondered.

He told the bartender “another round.”
How many drinks would it take for her to slip the straps off of her shoulders, and let that dress fall to the floor for him???

He was the mission.
But the Tequila had her soft on him. he was turning from a job to her wanting to feel on him.
The pinstriped suit on him.
The way the Tom Ford suit fit on him. Gave off that gangsta and a gentleman vibe. Top hat cocked low covering his brown eyes.

She bet he had a gun strapped to his waists, in case the opposition tried to find him.
She was the opposition, and he was found.
She wasn’t coming guns she was coming with her tongue.
She would blow a tune into his ear that would lead him to a soft death.
Then she would escape into the night air with the bounty bag, And maybe the watch.
The way that her breath touched his ear sent ultrasonic wave to his heart.
To love or to be loved. For one night only.
Just for the night did he want to look into her eyes with his, and see if they would reveal what her soul hid, while his manhood simultaneously touched her heart.
To be loved or to be thuged?
If he was guessing right, the vibe that she gave off wanted the gentleman in him. She couldn’t handle the thug.
Or maybe he was wrong.
The Patron that he was sipping had him in a different zone. Maybe he was slipping and wasn’t seeing clearly.
He wasn’t seeing anything clearly.
the world began to spin with an unusual spin.
He gripped the oak bar for support and watched her stare at him with an unusual grin.
She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. The fatal dose had been administered. The lethal drug had taken over.

He asked her “Who are you?”
She death kissed him and 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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