Blink

indy sees the light come on, reflected in the dozen one-way mirrors. She switches into professional mode and crosses her legs, allowing the mini-skirt to ride up.

"What's the time? Two-thirty, another three hours till sunrise and quitting time. I wonder if it's still raining. Must remember to pay the gas bill today."

Cindy uncrosses and recrosses her legs the other way, pushing the mini up further this time. She unbuttons her blouse and winks at the mirror-window, then opens her legs wide, covering herself with both hands.

"It was nice of Mum to lend me the sewing machine. She'll be pleased to see that dress. That machine up at DJ's would be great, if only I could save enough."

Cindy cups one bra-clad breast with her hand and rubs herself between the legs with the other, slowly revealing more of her trimmed pubis.

Blink.

Bruce jumps, and his heart beats even faster, at the clunk of the coin-operated timer as he is plunged into darkness. He shuffles the handful of coins, but hesitates with one poised above the slot.

"Christ, she's gorgeous. I thought they'd be ugly old dragons. Damn. What am I doing here? Go home before it's too late. You've betrayed your wife already, you miserable sod, don't continue this. Damn. I'm gonna feel guilty anyway, I might as well get my money's worth."

Bruce shuffles the coins again, puts down his briefcase, and loosens his tie. The coin rattles its way down into the mechanism.

Blink.

Cindy stands up and raises one high-heeled foot onto the chair. She peers over her shoulder at the mirror and slaps a buttock, leaving a red hand print.

"I've got to get a job with better hours. I could spend more time with the kids then. They'll be on holiday soon. I'll have to do some shopping to stock up in advance. They eat like hairy goats when they're on holiday."

Cindy sways over to the mirror and turns around, parting her legs. After running her hands up the back of her thighs and over her buttocks, she bends down and touches her toes. After a few waggles of her hips, she reaches between her thighs and spreads herself wide open.

"All that money on dance training for THIS. What a waste. Go home to your wife you sleazy pervert."

Cindy stands up and swirls around the room, losing her blouse and mini-skirt in the process. Grabbing a flesh-coloured device from the table, she sits down again with both legs drawn up. With a lustful smile she licks the device ever-so-slowly from base to tip, looking through her lashes at the mirror.

Blink.

Bruce is hot, sweating hot, aching hot. He shakes his head and wipes his forehead. He feels the walls of the booth closing in, and half turns to leave, but changes his mind and turns back.

"Holy shit. Is she going to use that thing? She's gotta be a nympho --- I bet she loves it. Hot damn, what a horny slut. She looks like she's having a GOOD time. I wonder what her boyfriend thinks. Does he even know?"

Blink.

"Go home old man. Your wife already knows. You don't belong here."

Blink.

Bruce opens the door and steps out into the rain, taking a deep breath of unperfumed air.

Blink.

Cindy turns as another light comes on.