Naked Showcase

I watch as my roommate's friends leave with their purchases, mingling and excitedly chatting among themselves, as I remain in the shop's window, naked and exposed. In my new posture, arms spread wide from my sides, my legs spread far apart, and I do my best to remain in place before them. I feel the AC on me as hard as ever, but manage to remain in place, despite my arousal.

I see people looking in from outside, catching people pointing and staring, along with bits and pieces of conversation from inside the shop. Moore then a bit of discussion related to being, but for the moment I'm left alone, and I'm able to slow my breathing to a casual pace. Which was not as easy as one would expect, given the sudden, random, burst of flash photography aimed my way.

That's when I hear a discussion rather close to me, "Hey, what's with the naked mannequin?", her voice amused, and inquisitive. I catch one of her friends respond, "Looks rather detailed for a mannequin., "What are you saying, a woman stripped naked and put herself on display, and for what purpose?", to which Stacey, her voice by now rather easy to pick out, "Oh, she's part of the contest going on today to see if you can tell the difference between a living mannequin... or an actual human, and a regular one. That's why she not displaying any clothes. Go ahead and give it a closer look.

I hear them approach and double my efforts to remain still, as I hear their approach. I feel their hand on my outreached arms, surprisingly warm against the coolness of the AC breathing down upon me. "Feels soft enough/", one declares, rubbing a hand on my right arm, moving up to my shoulder, soon grasping a hand on my knee. I felt hands next moving on my left side and hand, as her friend caressed my exposed skin. Moments later, I felt hands on my shoulders, grasping as if to give me a message, before slowly working their way down my back. "Seems real enough, the goosebumps are a nice touch."

They agree, and following some small talk, I feel their hand once more moving, probing my exposed skin. I find it increasingly hard not to gasp, but manage as their hands roam across my exposed skin. I found it hard not to arch my back, as hands found my waist. It was not long before one of the trio was rubbing a hand, from behind me, and cupping my breasts. I felt her hand distinctly against the chill of the AC, as she worked her hands over them, pinching my nipples between her fingers, giving them a playful twist. She pulled on them letting them go, before placing her hands under my bosom, bouncing them up for them all to see.

"They certainly move as though they are real. don't they?" cooed her friend on my right. Moments later, her hand was running up my thigh, not stopping till she reached my shaved mound. I could no longer resist, but made a soft gasp, though thankfully by now they were too enraptured in finding any fault with me to prove I was indeed a mannequin that the sound escaped their notice.

The woman on my left reached a hand on my hip and side, soon smacking my ass hard, examining as my body responded to the touch. I felt pleasure race through me but managed to hold myself in place, even as she gripped my ass, her other hand grasping deftly on my hip and thigh. They kept playing with me closely, giggling softly, and making little observations along the way. I felt my ass being slapped several more times, my arms and legs rubbed on, and my bosom bounced. I heard Stacey pek up then, "Enjoying yourselves? Can you tell if it's real or fake yet?"

They giggled then, pausing before replying, "Well, she seems so real, but I still can't believe it, ya know? Whoever made it must have done a good job in its construction. We should take off, though. Common." They make disappointed sounds, but soon they are off, and once they head out, Stacey sits down next to me, "Well, you did a good job faking them out. I wonder if your new roommate will pick up, or will he decide to let you stay a bit longer .... let us see if anyone can tell the difference, and let us win the bet?"

I decided not to speak, my mind racing at what to say, knowing I did not have all the facts related to this 'bet'. After a bit, she nodded, "Welp, back to work, and I'm sure we see what he'll decide soon enough. Take care." With that, she walks back into the shop and interacted with guests. All the while, my nakedness was on open display in the window, with guests on both sides of the glass looking at me. do my best to stay in place, even as others notice. Eventually, my new roommate Michael shows up, parked close to the store and walked in, chuckling as he saw me standing in the shop's window, every inch of my skin exposed.

I could just barely hear him speaking to Stacey, followed by his footsteps toward me. I held myself in place, wondering the whole time what will be headed my way next.