Foxy Brown 90s Novels & Stories

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I had explained to him while he hugged me. It had become a private joke between us, and I went out of my way to find ornaments for him. Our Junior year had been, of course, a French hen. I had gotten one of those tiny hen lawn decorations and had spent hours painting it with the French flag. I under-estimated how long it would take me, and it didn’t help that I accidentally used oil paints instead of acrylic. I had shown up at his house on Christmas day with paint staining my skin. The week of scrubbing furiously under my nails to get rid of the red, white and blue was worth the startled laugh that burst out of him when he saw me.

POV Wolf I could tell that Ruby was annoyed about me buying the dresses and crashing their shopping trip but I didn't care. I realized after lunch that Foxy wouldn't have the money to buy a dress at the stores that Cassy and Scarlett would shop at and I wasn't about to let her go without or be embarrassed. I wasn't expecting Ruby to understand or realize that Foxy wouldn't be able to afford the dress though. It made me like her more but I also needed her to understand that I take care of my people. Foxy is a member of my gang and my friend, it's my job to take care of her, not Ruby's. I really wasn't planning on buying Ruby's dress or Cassy's but since she pushed the issue, I decided to prov

Tonight’s main event drew an especially savage crowd. **Roxy Kane** strutted into the locker room like she already owned the place. She was 24, cocky as hell, and built like a fighter, toned muscles, tight abs, full C-cup breasts barely contained by a black sports bra, and a firm, round ass hugged by tiny black fight shorts. Her short, messy platinum-blonde hair was spiked up, and her sharp blue eyes burned with arrogance. Between her legs, even tucked away, the thick outline of her futa cock was visible, a solid 9 inches when soft and growing fast when hard.