Joey turned to look in the direction of the voice. Shiny purple hotpants and a matching halter top filled his vision.
“Hoo! Stare much?”
The raven-haired temptress who provided such exceptional dimensions to the scant shiny clothing crossed the street toward him. Moments later, Joey was staring down the cleavage of the most beautiful, bountiful woman he’d ever seen. He really wasn’t sure how long his eyes were locked, but eventually he came to realize that not only was she leaning on the car door, but that she’d reached through the open window.
Tearing his gaze away, he immediately got stuck staring into her black, black eyes. Her head was tilted toward him, and he was vaguely aware of the sly grin she wore like graceful make-up. The closeness of her leaning into the car nearly made him dizzy.
Somehow, whether it was a few moments later, or some time in the far future, Joey’s awareness began to take in other parts of her. Specifically, he noticed her hands. One had his car keys dangling from a purple-manicured pinky. The other hovered just above his crotch, glowing and crackling with an eerie purple hue, part black light, part black hole.
He could feel the hairs on his thighs trying to stand up under his jeans.
Her smile grew wider. “Out of the car big boy, or I take away your studly parts, permanently.”