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Naked to the world, I hold myself still as I can as I'm left in the window, doing my best to keep my exhilaration from running the whole challenge. Holding still, I heard Sheila moving about and noticed she was updating the other mannequins. I thought I heard a sound from one, which seemed located roughly in the center of the store, which made me wonder if, as they seem to make out, there was more than one 'living mannequin'.

I dare not look, lest I away the truth, and quietly noting he® stripping the other mannequins. I hear the door unlock, hear her turn off the security, and step inside. She stows her purse and purse, before walking back out and checking out the shoppe. Her top is sleeveless, tight against her body, and has a large boob window extending from her neck down to between her breasts. Both of her arms are bare, as is much of her back. She has an easy smile.

She quickly checks out the shoppe and the displays, before finally making her way to the front of the shop, where she sees the naked mannequins, and from the corner of her eye, it seems she is staring right at me. I hold still as I can, as I wonder if she is in the know that I'm a human mannequin or not, and how that knowledge may change how she acts around me. For that matter, I wonder if it's better for me if she too even knows.

She stares at me a bit, then she walks up to my naked form. I feel her hands. I feel her left hand upon my waist, while her right is casually placed on my breast. She rubs my breasts with her palm several times, before surprising me. I watch, still as I can be, as she leans forward and lips my bust, rubbing it several times with her tongue, before licking my nipple.

I resist, though not enterally successfully, not to moan at the scintillating touch. her touch moves to my other nipple, repeating the same move, casually licking and teasing me with her tongue. I moan softly then, trying the best I can to stay still and not give away the fact I'm a real living mannequin, rather than just a high-tech model. Her hand on my sides rubs against me several times, before casually moving down to my clit.

She squeezed my breast then, softly but firmly, as her left hand rubbed several fingers along my sensitive clit. Try as I might, I still make a soft gasping sound, though I do manage to hold myself still, as excitement runs through me now, my body is awash with desire, but I dare not let her know I'm real. I don't know how much she knows, and I dare not give her such a surprise, not knowing how she'd act.

She gaps my breast again, giving it another squeeze, before grasping my nipple in her hand. She pinches it hard now, tightly between her fake nails. I let out a quick gasp in reply but try to stifle it as much as I can. It's then I feel her tongue once more upon my exposed right nipple that it gets even harder. She pinches my left nipple even harder then, holding it hard in her nails. I see it becoming a deep shade of red under her not-so-tender attention.

She starts rubbing faster along my clit than, before pressing several fingers inside of my pussy. I feel her thump rub against its opening, playing with me for a response whille her pointer finger and middle enter inside. I hold myself rigid, unwilling to trust myself to move. I know I felt out at least one moan, but I try to keep as quiet as I can.

Just as my excitement was about to reach a crescendo, she stopped and rubbed her hand around my side as she walked. She slowly paced around to my left, looking my naked body over carefully. I could almost scream for release but **** myself to keep quiet, let me give myself away.

"Hmm, it even gets wet when touched the right way... fascinating", she says as she stops behind me. After a momentary pause, I wonder what she will try next. I feel a few drops of liquid run down my left leg, cool against my skin. After a pause that seemed to stretch on forever, felt her hand return to my clit, rubbing softly against my skin. Slowly at first, but speeding up again. I feel her other hand, likely her right, rub my ass softly several times, before slapping harshly against my ass.

Soon, she slaps me again, and again, inflicting pleasure and pain in almost equal measure. I hold still as can be, moving only when she impacts my body, as to keep my movements from revealing too much about my nature. I feel her hand then enter inside of me once more, rubbing slowly, working deeper each time with each pass. I feel an orgasm hit me then, her breath warm against the small of my back. She keeps playing with me a bit more, but then suddenly stops just as I'm building up to another orgasm, possibly a climax. I resist the urge to insist on her continuing but instead hold myself still before her.

She walks back around my other side then, and she stares me in the eye for what seems like forever. Every moment, she looks down at my naked form again, before speaking up again, "Fascinating, it even facks an orgasm, complete with the expected outpouring of liquids you'd expect from a real human being. I wonder where he got such an amazing mannequin. I'll have to dress you up special."

With that, she surprises me once again, as she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the lips. I fight to hold myself still, forcing myself not to relax too much into it, lest I give myself away now. Her hand was on the back of my neck, not that she needed to, as we kiss. After a moment, she stops kissing me and steps back, before going into the store to find something for the mannequins to wear.

As she worked, I found myself wondering if I was really the only living mannequin there, given what IU was asked when I had started this...