JENNIE'S POV
600 000 euros.
This is the highest amount of money I received after playing the femme fatale and convincing the victim to pay me a nice sum of money if he wanted to get what he wanted. Unfortunately for him, that day will never come because before he had time to discover my little game, I had already vanished from his existence without him being able to track me down.
Lying on my red velvet chaise longue, notes were falling out of my hands so much that there were so many. I sniffed them, smelling like fresh money. The pretty purple 500 euro notes covered the floor. After all, following this French businessman for his seminar in Paris was one of the best decisions I ever made. It would have been foolish of me to miss such an opportunity. Not only had Pierre paid for my flight ticket and reserved the most majestic hotel in the heart of the city, but I was going to be able to visit the surrounding area keeping in mind the money I would have collected at the end of my stay.
Pierre was no different from any of these men. He thought he could have any woman in his bed because he had money and looks. Indeed, he was a handsome man with a lot of knowledge, but unfortunately, he did not deserve anyone to be nice to him. At the end of the day, he would end up at the table with his hideous friends telling how they could convince a pretty girl to give them a small treat.
But if Pierre and all these men were only trying to have sex, how did I manage to get away with a certain amount each time?
Well, that's the secret of a femme fatale?
We are mysterious, coquettish, fierce and seductive. We become a challenge to these hungry men. We become a milestone in their lives that they hope to pass. We know their desires, we are aware of their intentions and we play their game until the rules change but without their knowledge. It's a role we get every time we come across one of those predators. I should be scared of it only I was thirsty for revenge while displaying that seductive smile that made their little cocks twitch in their pants. They were too blinded to win and to appease their horny ass. In conclusion, they were easy to manipulate - something they will never accept.
I've been back in Seoul, my hometown, for a few days now. The last time I was there was a few months ago. Indeed, I went from country to country in Europe and all I could see were the numbers in my bank account going up. So it was so good to come back home to this beautiful duplex in Gangnam.
This duplex is the result of my hard work but also of the role I have been playing for a few years now. You think I don't deserve it because I lied to all those men and stole their money. Only it's not new that a woman wants to look good and attract attention. Besides, those men were always ready to offer me all the gold of the world because they couldn't get to me, touch me, have a glimpse of taste of my perfect skin.
Those pigs didn't deserve that privilege.
That's why I only targeted men with not-so-clean pasts - even if once I did the mistake to hurt a sweet guy but it was unintentional. Once in my life, I had misgathered information about a person, but after him, it never happened again.
I would be wrong to assume that all men are the same because it would be the same for women. No, I pre-selected my victims by digging into their backgrounds. Then I read the places they frequented because that was where we first met. A pretty girl who shows up at your favorite bar making sweet eyes at you, it was the jackpot. As soon as our eyes met, I was no longer Jennie Kim but an ordinary girl who looked innocent but curious to try the experiment. A girl who could call them daddy in the bedroom, ready in her knees waiting for their orders.
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Femme fatale - JENLISA
FanfictionFemme fatale [noun] : a woman who is very attractive in a mysterious way, usually leading men into danger or causing their destruction Fierce, smart and sexy, Jennie uses men to support herself. She has the ability to attract any man who would find...