An eccentric art collector.

Up on her tip toes, Mindy peeped out from the open top of her traveling crate. She was in a large studio loft with various other sculptures. There was a svelte older gentleman with grayish white hair standing in the room. He wore vest over a crisp white dress shirt and equally sharp looking pants. He adjusted his glasses and closely inspected the display in front of him; a piece with a nude woman sitting in a small Japanese styled bath. The water glimmered under the lighting and looked real. The model looked so lifelike that Mindy wasn't sure if it she was real or not either.

Mindy slipped back down in the crate before the man could spot her. If he purchased her as a part of this exhibit, she didn't want to ruin the illusion by being caught moving around. She sat back down and waited patiently for her reveal. Sure enough, after a while, she could hear the rustling of the wood panels being unhinged. She quickly resumed her pose, laid down on the artificial grass as the sound of creaking wood led to the glare of fluorescent lighting beaming through her eyelids. She remained still as the light was blocked out. She could feel the man staring down at her and suddenly felt very vulnerable. She knew nothing about this man other than he paid a lot of money to buy her. Did the estate have a set of protocols buyers had to follow to ensure her safety? Did the estate even care about her safety? Mindy tried to ease her mind of the worry. She'll find out soon enough what the man intended for her.

The maid lay still for several minutes as she felt the art collector looking her over. She wanted to peek and see what he was doing, but didn't dare get caught. Her job was to be a display piece and she was going to do her best. After a long while, she felt something on her shoulder. It glided down her arm and she heard the man make an audible, disappointed, "Hmph..."

Mindy felt her heart sink. Was she not good enough after closer inspection? Was she going to be sent back for a refund? Would this come out of her pay?

Mindy felt fingers sliding her eyelids up. She looked straight ahead, still keeping to her illusion of being an art piece. Staring at the end of the room, she could make out the man looking down at her through her periphery. He had a gentle face, weathered with age. His soft eyes gazed down on her warmly as he brushed her gold tinted hair. He looked at his hand and frowned again, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. "Let's get this muck off of you..." he muttered more to himself than to her, then stood up and walked out of view.

Mindy's peered over to see him step out of the room. She then blinked several times to get the moisture back into her eyes. The man returned soon after, pushing a wheelbarrow. The petite golden girl felt herself be lifted up and loaded into the cart. The man was surprising strong for his age. As she was seated, Mindy angled her head so she could see where she was being taken. She was carted down a long corridor into a side room that looked to be a change room. In there, she was moved into the shower room. The man stood in front of her, so she could see he had taken off his shirt. Under the dressy outfit was a lean but muscled figure. He leaned her onto his shoulder and hugged her to carry her out of the barrow. She was then dragged over and seated onto a bench under the showers. The spurt of running water could be heard on her right and before long, she could feel the warm spray on her back. She remained still as the water washed over her. The water flow changed trajectory and the maid felt spray on her shoulder and breast. The man was using a detachable shower head to get her all over. Soon she felt a hand on her body. It was coated with what she assumed was liquid soap because it felt slippery and bubbled up. The water stopped spraying her and she felt a second hand rubbing her skin. She tried to remain still but trembled a little under the touch. It wasn't out of fear though; the man's fingers seemed to be firm purposeful. It felt like she was receiving a full body massage. When the hands reached her breasts, brushing, then squeezing them until they were adequately soaped, she wanted to moan out with pleasure, but steadfastly remained still through the whole process. It took even more willpower to remain a statue when those fingers worked their way between her legs. They rubbed their way along her slit, sending pangs of pleasure up her spine, but didn't penetrate, to her chagrin. Mindy realized that her lips had parted and quickly clenched her jaw and forced herself back into to stone-like demeanor. She quietly breathed a sigh of relief when the man was finished with that part of her body.

Next came another wash. The water pressure seemed to have increased in Mindy's mind, pummeling her soapy skin and dragging down the gold paint with it down the drain. The man leaned toward her and used his thumbs to thankfully slide her eyes closed. She felt water run through her hair, then face. This was like a spa day for her! She wanted to bask in the moment but remembered that she was a statue, or maybe more like a doll now.

Hands were on her body again, brushing away the excess soap and paint in the hard to reach crevices. The hardest, of course, being the one on the bottom. Mindy tried to control her breathing as fingers rubbed her mound gingerly, snaking along her slit and cleaned between her folds. She shivered as a finger flicked teasingly against her clit, begging to herself not to make a noise. The flicking stopped suddenly and Mindy realized her body was tense. She calmed herself, softly exhaling and her washer continued his task. She ached for those fingers to dip inside her opening and feel her from the inside but they never so much as pressed up against her hole. It was torturous, sitting still as fingers brushed, stroked and caressed her sensitive regions. She was turned over and perched face down on the bench with her backside sticking out. Water ran down her spine and into her crack as a finger probed around. If that finger pushed any deeper into her anus she was sure she would cum right there. It did not, and soon she was feeling the warm hand running over her smooth bottom, rubbing and groping it before brushing away the water. The man didn't stop there, his cleaning was thorough. Mindy felt his hands down the back of her leg, eventually working their way over to her feet and toes. He massages the heel of her foot before pressing the palm of his hand into her arch. Then, fingers went in between her toes, rubbing out hidden paint from the crevices. By the time the water stopped running, Mindy felt like a freshly minted, out of the box doll.

Even though it felt like an hour of painstaking cleaning, the art buyer still had the patience to cart Mindy over to the change room and dry her skin with a hair dryer. The warm air pushing against Mindy's naked flesh was another sensation that made her pussy stir. The air pressure rippled her skin and made her nipples pop out to attention. Once her skin was dried to the gentleman's satisfaction, the hair dryer turned toward Mindy's now naturally golden locks. A good amount of time and care was taken to dry her hair. Another good amount of time was taken to braid it into two separate lengths, which were then looped around to form two rings hanging from her head. Mindy sat there, eyes closed, not sure what was next, now that the meticulous job of cleaning her was complete.