They weren't dressed like this, but yesterday while I was walking home in Westwood I was a dozen feet behind two sorority-aged girls. They were dressed to the 9s.Well, maybe dressed to the 8s. Finals week is near and they had on their short tight best to go to the club on the corner there. And the sun hadn't even set yet. Stockings that stopped here, a vest thing open to show the camisole underneath. Hair this color. Heels that were leather and strapped.
The one had these hip-hugger shorts that made me feel old and young at the same time.
Dressed to get attention alright. They crossed to go into the club and a guy in a car honked at them in appreciation - or to get them to look his way.
They did, and both in unison flipped him off.
Without breaking a stride, it was like it was hardwired into them - we're not interested in any asshole who honks while we cross - "fuck you!" and the power relationship was flipped. We're going in there.
By dressing that way they got what they wanted - attention - and by flipping him off they stepped on his dick a second later. Showed who had the power. And wielding it at the same time.
