The sales lady needs a mannequin.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2128027 on 04-05-16 - 5:12am

"I am so sorry," Lisa suddenly said. I felt a warm feeling not associated with Lisa rubbing my pussy swell up inside of me as I worked up the courage to thank her profusely for letting me go.

Unfortunately, I quickly realized she wasn't talking to me as she continued speaking. "I'm being terribly selfish." She removed her hand from my crotch and gestured vaguely at me. "Please, indulge yourself."

"Thank you," the saleswoman said. I locked eyes with her and tried to think of how I could have possibly made her so upset with me. It didn't matter anymore. "I could really use a mannequin for the store window, but I also find myself wanting to reign in this pervert. She can't properly represent the store if she's standing in the clothes we're selling, staining it with her juices, and dripping everywhere."

I stood there trying to take in everything she was saying. Surely she wasn't going to put me out on display?

"You make some excellent points," Lisa agreed with her. "What did you have in mind?"

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