All Day, Through The Night too

As customers come and go, I'm left to stand still in the window of the Shoppe. Many of them pause by me, grab at my breast, slap me, finger me or run a hand along my side or back and they pass. Many more patrons are paying head to me as they pass outside, leading me to have to stay standing still without a moment to pause. I can feel the muscles in my left leg complain from the long time I’ve been on my feet without moving, but I still **** myself to remain still.

Time passes, and yet the Shoppe remains busy. Eventually, a pair of blondes pass by the window in front of me. One of them, wearing a pair of black leggings, and says, “See? I told you it would still be here! My friend told me how they saw that exact mannequin in the window earlier.”

Her friend rolled her eyes then, before making a reply, “It looks fascinating, though I’d rather wait to see it up close than talk about it if you don’t mind.”

They quickly enter the store, making their way over to me, before choosing to stand just in front of me. They stared at me, looking me over carefully, starting from my head, slowly looking down my body, pausing at my breasts and shaved pussy.

Soon, the pair moves to their respective sides; one reaching at me from my right, the other from my left. I feel them grab at me in silence, one of their hands gliding softly along my thigh. The gal on my left was wearing leggings and an off-the-shoulder top, running her other hand along my side, moving it softly down from beside my breast to my waist.

Her friend, on my right wearing a little black dress, moves her hand along my shoulder, before moving it slowly down to between my breasts. I manage to keep myself still as can be. The gal on my left, moved her hand slowly around behind, grasping my thigh hard, even as her left hand moved in tandem with her friends, moving slowly toward my shaved mound.

I held my naked body still, forcing myself to remain quiet, my breathing slow as they slowly moved their hands in unison toward my pussy. The gal on my left moved her fingers in a circle, clockwise, around my breast, playfully feeling it up before putting her palm on my breast itself, rubbing her fingers and hand across my nipple.

The gal on my left grabbed my ass, squeezing on it hard, even as the pair worked together, touching my mound together, and as one, rubbing their fingers along my pussy lips.

I felt them spread my pussy, stretching and spreading it slowly as they worked. I felt my body orgasm then, pleasure building in me as their fingertips glided into me. Their hands never quite touched as they worked on my pussy together, and my body orgasmed from their touch. My mental attention was drawn temporarily to my breast, which I felt being squeezed.

They continued to play with me, moving in slow, deliberate steps, sending ever-higher amounts of pleasure my way. I keep myself quiet, holding myself still, even as my body sends renewed feelings of pleasure my way.

Their finders move in opposite directions, one to the front and the other between my legs, as they move their fingers deeper inside of my pussy. I manage to stifle a moan, as an orgasm threatens to send me over the edge.

Their hands grip their respective targets on my then, one on my breast and tipple, the other on my ass cheek and thigh, rubbing and grasping me. They work at it, making small chats with either other, as though touching what they believe to be a mannequin is a commonplace thing. Well, they did hear of me by word of mouth, but still.

Their touch gradually becomes more forceful, their hands driving deeper inside me, probing and grasping ever me harder than before. I manage not to make a sound to announce my pleasures, as they continued to exospore the soft, sensitive parts of my body. I feel orgasm after orgasm hit, as they grasp and fondle me.

It's not long before I climax, and about the time I expect them to notice I’m becoming quite damp in all the right places, they stop. One of the group comments to the other, “This is fun, but don’t forget we had a lot planned.” her friend lets out a sigh, before relenting, and the pair back off and move on to other parts of the store.

Soon, they make a purchase and walk out of the store, quite content and happy. I resist the urge to let out a deep sigh, as I relax. I don’t get to relax my muscles completely through, as foot traffic makes it possible only if I desire to give myself away.

Eventually, it starts getting dark, and he locks up the Shoppe. He quickly gets the Shoppe ready for close. Before leaving for the next, he walks over to me, and whispers into my ear, “You’ve almost made it . . just one more night and you have won the bet.” He gives me a kiss on the cheek, placing his hand on the small of my back, and rubbing me slowly before stepping back and away. I hear him finish the close, environmental controls and set the alarm back on, before stepping out and out of sight.

As the Sun continues to set, the Shoppe quickly cools further. Goosebumps, seemly more pronounced than before, form on my body as I feel a chill enter the air. My breasts feel quite a bit harder than before, and my nipples are striking out solidly from the skin on their side. I hold myself still, as prying eyes from so many watch me, with only the glass window between me and my naked body. Time seemed to pass slower than previous nights, as though time itself wanted me to feel the maximum amount of embarrassment for my time.

I found myself somewhat aroused, as I thought of that. This made my breasts and nipples that much harder, my pussy becoming moist once more, as I tried to keep myself still and seen only as a detailed mannequin. Many people walked past, and it seems like forever before the sun started moving over the horizon. The Shoppe opened, first the same female I saw work here arrived, and started setting up Shoppe, getting ready for the day.

Christopher arrived soon after, opening the door and greeting her. He pulled her aside a second, pointing at me. He commented casually to her “You remember seeing that mannequin arrive Friday?” After a moment of silence, when I expect she simply nodded as a reply, he continued, “ You may have wondered where I got it from. Well, it's not just any Mannequin... our naked companion over there is a young woman. I had made a bet that people could tell the difference between a store mannequin and the real thing. Looks like they were right, huh?”

She makes a surprised laugh, followed by my happy laughter, as she relishes she too was fooled by the ruse. Once she can speak again she says, “Well, you surprised me too, so I guess your right about losing that bet!”

From the edge of my vision, I can see him smiling, “Well, I’ve been told our nifty little prize living mannequin has a regular 9 to 5 job to get to in a bit, so why don’t we find something suitable for her to wear before sending her on her way? Unless you want to see how she reacts to being sent out into the world naked, of course. Either way, your call, since I fooled you and my clients alike”.