McKayla exits her apartment building and begins her morning commute to the local coffee shop before starting her day. As usual, all eyes are on McKayla as she struts down the cold Manhattan streets. The sound of her boot’s soles and heels clack on the concrete sidewalk. The scent of her perfume permeates the air as she passes others on the street. Her sheer beauty, curvaceous figure and overall stunning looks have the rest of New York mesmerized. A true experience of sensory overload. A middle aged businessman walks in McKayla’s direction and steps out of her way as he passes her. He quickly turns his head to examine McKayla’s behind as it sways back and forth from her quick footsteps.
“Phew. Goddamn.” The man exclaims aloud as he stays fixated on McKayla’s well proportioned rear end. McKayla can hear the man’s crass comment and rolls her eyes in disgust as she has many times before from similar encounters with lascivious men on the street or in clubs.
“Ew. Freakin’ creep.” She says under her breath as to not incite a confrontation and continue on her way.
The man stops in his tracks and quickly turns around as he can hear McKayla has said something in response to his comment.
“What did you say to me, Bitch?” The man provokes McKayla aggressively as he spreads his arms out in a confrontational manner.