People in the sidewalk stopped what they're doing. Drivers are slowing down or have their heads out their vehicle window. Their attention focused entirely on one thing. Or rather... one person
A drop-dead gorgeous lady struts through the busy street. She has exotic green eyes, a beauty mark on her lift upper lip, lovely neck-length blonde hair, and tanned skin from her biracial heritage. She wears polkadot scarf, a short green dress that reaches her mid-thighs and tight around her big bust, and white knee-length go-go boots. Incidentally, her name happens to be Ivy Green.
Every man she walked pass are ogling her or eye-humping her. A few even catcall her.
"Baby, you are looking fiiiiiiine." said a construction worker.
A stud in a goatee and a jeans jacket stares at her.
A South Asian man lowers his newspaper. "Holy cow."
A dog stares at her and panting.
A man in a nice business suit stares. "Oh yeah."
An old man finds her hot too. "Ohh."
A guy was about to kiss his girlfriend when she saw Ivy strutting by.
A tourist in a bucket hat, Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sandals holding a camera sees her as picture worthy. "Ooooh." And get his shot.
A father pushing his bottle-holding son's cart whispers to him. "Pretty lovely, huh buddy?" His son responds with wide eyes and a slurp on his suddenly empty bottle.
"Hey hey! You look sexy and fine!" A chicano calls out from a lowrider, driven by his amigo who's also staring. "Where ya goin', baby?"
A young man with sunglasses raise them up from his eyes to get a good look at her.
Two men stare at her from an open cafe.
She just ignores them.
"Men." She muttered in annoyance, because every time, she gets catcalls. Of course, it shouldn't be a big deal to her, after all she often uses it to her advantage. But she's not even interested in men. She prefers women. She's a lesbian.
Speaking of women, she can tell from her peripheral vision that they're staring at her too.
A young woman was using her compact make-up mirror to apply lipstick, but saw Ivy with her mirror, making her turn to her.
She sees three women chatting when they noticed her presence. "Oh my..."
Another woman was talking on her cellphone when she glanced at her, not even listening to her son on the other line. She gasped and looks at her up and down.
Two ladies out shopping stare at her. One of them whispers to the other about how hot she is.
A fat lady mutters as she stares at the hot chick's ass. "I love to get my hands on that."
"Women." She muttered with an eye roll. Women are just as bad as men with their catcalls, if not more so due to hiding their attraction with jealousy. Yet, she's glad to be attractive to even straight women, if they're even straight at all. Being gawked at by other women entice her and turns her on. Even though she enjoys flirting with other women, the only one Ivy ever has a crush on is her brainy friend Sienna Brown. Ivy wanted to ask her out but Sienna's already in a relationship with a dork at her workspace named Cameron.
She then hears a whistle and yells, "Oh, take a damn picture!" She's suddenly bombard with flashes. "Ugh! I had to say it!"
Author's Notes:
Ivy Green is tan because she has African ancestry, a nod to her first voice actress Cree Summer.
Sienna Brown is the human version of Ms. Brown, and Cameron is the human version of Caramel from the M&Ms Caramel commercials.
Some parts are from the Chinese version of the commercial.
And yes, Green is a lesbian in this story.
