Don't Risk It

Remembering the door is locked, my agreement to play the role of a life mannequin was liable to still be in effect. playing it safe, I choose not to chance it. I held myself still, hearing muffled chatter between them, followed by laughter before they drove away and out of sight.

It was not long before I heard the assistant say to herself, "It's getting late. I'm sure he won't mind if I put left dressing the mannequins until tomorrow. It's not like anyone will be bothered by that. It's just mannequins, after all. I see her reach the front door, turn on the alarm system, and walk outside. I hear the door close behind her, and soon she is out of sight.

I've been left, naked and alone, in the front window of a closing shoppe. A combination of arousal and concern plays in my mind. I move as little as possible, fighting to remain upright as the night slowly passes by before me. I dare not sit or lie down, despite it all, less I'm noticed. Worse, I may unintentionally set off the alarm. I don't want to get anyone that kind of attention, I tell myself.

I feel the temp in the shoppe begin to cool noticeably as night settles in, and can feel goosebumps form all over my naked body.