Of course, you can't

The customers do touch you. Shy at first, they just put their hands on your pantyhosed legs, pretending to check the fabric. But the tension grows, the mannequin inhales deeper, and soon these women find themselves rubbing the doll’s groin to make it moan.

You don’t feel like you're controlling your body anymore - these women do it instead. They slap you and they touch you gently. They caress you and pinch you. If not your pantyhose, they’d surely penetrate you. They can do anything, and Linda won’t stop them. What for? Until they are breaking her mannequin, they can do whatever they want.

You didn’t suppose these women - usual, middle-aged women - were capable of this. Seems they didn’t suppose it either, because their faces enlighten with strange expressions, they blush, they smile, they laugh. They look like children in the candy store. They are happy. So who are you to screw it up?

Full of these joys, your first work day rushes by, and at 21:00 p.m. Linda closes the store’s main door. You still try to hold your pose, but with the last turn of her key you feel that the remains of your strength are leaving you - and you sit down on your pedestal.

“That was quite a day, huh? You did well” - Linda says, smiling at you - “Not that I suppose anything other than perfection from my dolls”, - she adds.

You feel proud. And exhausted. Mostly exhausted, to be fair, cause you were using every single muscle of your body today, trying to make perfect poses.

But what seems like the day’s end to you, is just the beginning of the game for Linda.

“Can't even stand, can you?” - she asks, and you nod.

“Okay, then don’t stand. Just crawl here. Time for rewards!” - she says, sitting on the bench and spreading her pantyhosed legs.

That’s what you were hoping to get in the morning, when you saw Linda and her gorgeous, infinite legs for the first time. Although, right now you’d prefer to just curl up beside her. But it’s not yours to decide.