"I, um...I think this was a mistake," Emily said as she stood up. She felt the heat on her skin and knew she had to be blushing beet red all over her face. "I, I have to go, I--"
The woman on the other side of the glass (who was supposedly named 'Krystelle', but Emily didn't really believe it) smiled comfortingly. "Please don't," she said, her voice honey-sweet and sensual. "After all, you've already given me the money. It'd be a shame to waste it all by leaving after only twenty seconds."
Emily didn't open the doors to the booth, but she didn't sit back down either. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't even know why I did this--"
"Yes, you do," Krystelle said, fixing Emily square in the eyes with an almost indecently direct stare. "You did this because you wanted to see me. There's nothing wrong with that, honey. You're just a little...curious, that's all." She shifted position a little on the pile of cushions, adjusting her legs in a way that drew Emily's attention down to the way they crossed. "Nothing wrong with being curious."
"No, I didn't mean--I mean, I'm not saying it's wrong, I just..." Emily tripped over her own words, feeling like her tongue was flopping around uselessly in her mouth. "I mean, I know people do, and that's fine and all, I just...I can't. I can't."
"So nervous!" Krystelle said, her eyes twinkling. "It's okay, honey, I don't bite." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "Well, I have been known to nibble a little, but that's what the glass is for."
Despite herself, Emily's mouth twitched a little, forming a tiny smile. "I'm sorry," she said again, "I really am, you seem really nice, but I just...I don't think I can do this."
Krystelle shifted position again, uncrossing her legs. "Oh, I bet you can, honey. You just need a little...encouragement, that's all. A little reminder of what you came here to see." She slowly inched her skirt up her thighs, tantalizing Emily with her creamy white skin. "You're already imagining it, aren't you, honey? You're already thinking about what you're going to see in a couple of seconds, and that's just gluing your feet right to the floor, isn't it?"
"I..." Emily wanted to run, but at the same time she didn't want to look away. "I should go now."
"Should you?" Krystelle slid her skirt all the way up around her waist. She wore bright red satin panties, and Emily thought she could see just a tiny bit of a wet spot on the crotch. "You came all the way out here in the middle of the night, you slid sixty dollars into that slot there...I don't think you did that just so you could leave. I think part of you wants to stay right where you are, honey. And I'm going to give that part of you just what it wants. A little reward, for being such a good girl and keeping the rest of you here so we can get to know each other better."
Emily took a step backwards, stumbling as the stool hit the back of her thighs. She clutched at the wall to steady herself, still somehow unable to look away from Krystelle's body. Terror swept through her, like stage fright on opening night. Even though Krystelle was the one stripping naked, somehow Emily felt like she was the center of attention.
Krystelle hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down her thighs. "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it, honey?" The silky fabric slid down past Krystelle's knees, twisting and folding in on itself as it did so. "That wasn't so hard, was it? The hard part is already done, and all you need to do is just let your legs relax, sit down on that stool, and watch." She slid the panties down around her ankles. "You don't need to ask, you don't need to move, you don't need to do anything at all. All you need to do is watch, and that's easy." Then, with agonizing slowness, Krystelle pulled her panties off completely.
