The Statue Swap

With a grunt, Sam finally finished moving the statue out of the way. It was heavier than she’d thought, and it took a lot to move it to the hiding place she had planned for it. But it would all be worth it. With a giggle, she shed her clothes and stashed them with the statue, returning to its podium naked. She made it to the museum early, so nobody was around to catch the girl strolling naked back to the statue room. She positioned herself in the same pose as the statue and held it.

Sam was the very definition of an exhibitionist, but also the very definition of flat. Wanting to show off her body but not wanting the humiliation, this was the plan she had landed on. She heard the voices of visitors as the museum began to fill, just as she got in position. Nobody would ever know, and she could grab her clothes and be gone before the end of the day.

She held position as people wandered into the museum, and she tried to hold her excitement as she heard footsteps getting closer to her room. Eventually people filtered in, admiring the four naked statues and not noticing that one of them wasn’t a statue. She saw someone across the way touch the ass of a statue, and hoped nobody got that idea with her. If she moved, the game was up.