Chapter 2. The watcher revealed.
"Well?" Lori prompts after a few seconds of stunned silence. "Go on then. Strip."
"Fuck off," the girl retorts.
Lori shrugs. "Fine, go home then. But I'm sure your parents won't be thrilled when I come over tonight to tell them that their little girl's been spying on the dykes next door. It's up to you."
I want to step in, because at this point the girl looks pretty scared, but Lori's already pissed off, and to be honest, I'm getting a little turned on by this. Lori's dominant side has this effect on me, but I've never seen her work it on someone else before.
With trembling fingers the girl starts unbuttoning her blouse, keeping her eyes downward. When she gets to the last button she shrugs it off and stands there uncertainly, holding it in her hands.
"Jeans," Lori prompts impatiently, snatching the blouse away. The girl tugs at the waist button, fumbling at first, then finally works it loose and pulls open the zipper. Her panties are cotton and have little flowers on them. They stick to her jeans as she pulls them down, and she hikes them back up before tugging the jeans all the way down. She kicks them away in a frustrated gesture and stands there, partially hunched over, holding one arm across her bra while her other hand covers the front of the front of her panties.
Lori gets up from the armchair and starts circling her, eyeing the girl's tender young body like a lioness surveying its prey.
"So tell me," she asks casually, "what's your name?"
"T-tina," she stammers, her face flushed. She still can't raise her eyes up off her pink painted toes, although occasionally she sneaks a glance over to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor.