Mindy is taken to a high class building

It wasn't long until the rumbling of the truck settled down and Mindy could feel the vehicle twist and turn through smaller streets. She heard the beeping of the transport backing up to the final destination and a heavy shudder of the bumper making contact with a wall. There was the shifting rattle of the back gate opening up and the whirring of mechanical equipment approaching her. Mindy sat herself down and waiting anxiously as more gears and pistons turned and hissed outside. Suddenly the room shook and she felt herself be lifted in the air. She was moving again, but not with the delivery truck. She looked up at the roof of the truck and it slid away, revealing warehouse lighting and metal trusses of a high ceiling receiving dock. The set piece was being taken out with her in it! Mindy braced herself for the bumpy ride by laying low as she felt the forklift carry her along.

The trip lasted only moments before more mechanical rustling could be heard. She could see above her that she was in a smaller room now. The forklift stopped and Mindy felt the sensation of being lifted again. She surmised she was in an elevator. There was a chime every few seconds, possibly signaling the floors she was passing. Finally, the chime went off again and the sudden lurching of gravity catching up to her could be felt. Metal sliding against metal could be heard and the forklift awoke again to carry her out. The art piece was taken out to what appeared to be a hallway.

"Where do you want it?" called out the technician.

Mindy couldn't make out the response, but the forklift operator obviously received his instructions since he pressed forward and after a little bit of travel, Mindy could feel herself lower back to the ground. There was a dull thud when the set piece made contact and Mindy had the sensation of landing after a long airplane ride. She glanced up again to find herself in a larger room illuminated by a large chandelier. She breathed a sigh of relief at finally arriving before hearing the operator approach with the whirring of a drill. They were opening up the set. She needed to get into position!

Remembering her instructions from Ms. Winthrop, Mindy didn't want to mess up her job right at the start. She quickly settled down onto the artificial foliage and assumed her slumbering pose. The steady whirring of the drill went form a muffled distant noise to a clear and present one as the panel dropped down. There was a gust of air that brushed against Mindy's painted skin as she was exposed to the open room. She could feel her nipples prick up at the caress and had to hold herself still from reacting to the cold rush of air conditioned wind more visibly. She hoped she wouldn't catch a cold form this job.

"And there you have it!" the technician announced. "Just sign here and here and we'll be back next week to pick it up."

The was a quiet murmuring that Mindy couldn't make out. She wanted to peek and see who her buyer was but didn't know how intently she was being scrutinized. She'd just wait until addressed as Mrs. Winthrop instructed.

Mindy waited.

She heard the sound of people all around her. They were disassembling the shipping crate. They didn't speak, but silently worked to remove the walls. Soon after they were done, Mindy could hear them pack up and leave. The room became silent. Mindy strained to hear anything but there was nothing. Did the owner know she was a live model? Maybe he wasn't informed. Then who would let her go now? She'll be stuck in this room and no one would think to check on her. Mindy began to panic. Mrs. Winthrop wouldn't let that happen, would she? The head maid told Mindy that they've done this sort of thing before. Surely they had protocols then. What was taking the buyer so long to relieve her then? Or was she on the job right away? Mindy couldn't tell and was wishing she had asked more questions after all. She would have sighed but didn't in case there was still someone watching.

Mindy waited.

The golden nude felt minutes drip away. Was this going to be like the other day all over again? If anyone was in the room, they would have done something by now, right? Frustrated by the lack of any information, Mindy dared to take a peek. She slowly opened her right eye a slit to look around.