Back To It

Standing naked in the shoppés window, I found the coolness swirling around me from the AC actuating reassuring. Keeping my breathing slow, I keep myself still, and my gaze aim straight forward as I did my best to appear just a regular mannequin. Remaining still as I can, I still noticed how openly exposed my nakedness is before them.

I notice flashes of light as some take shoes, and manage to overhear one of the guests ask, "Hey, is she real or is it a well-made mannequin?", to which Shila responds, "Can't say. Not allowed to, as that's the mystery the boss wants you to figure out.", to which the guest lets out a giggle, before retorting, "Is that why it's naked like that?"

Not long after, I felt. a hand on my shoulder, as the guest put me under tight scrutiny. She placed a hand on the small of my back, and I have to resist gasping at the touch, lest I give it away so easily. Holding still, she slowly walked around me, rubbing her hand around my waist as she looks me over closely. A hand on my chin now, she pauses, her face only inches from mine. Resisting the urge to blink, I felt. her fingers move across my chin, her other hand on my belly. Holding my breath now, I hold still, as she once more turns around me slowly, feeling the whole time how her touch excites me. Once she's moved to my right side, I allow myself to take a slow breath. I hear her step off the platform, and soon following, a burst of pleasure passes through me. I manage to remain still, as she comments, "I can't tell."

I felt my breath slowly, as the shop guests down a bit. As I remain still, I wonder how much longer I will remain exposed. That's when Sheila sat down next to me, a sandwich in her hand. Between bites, she looks up at me, a keen view of my shaved mound and breasts. After a moment, she takes a sip from her thermos, before placing a hand on my angle and commenting, "Not sure why you came back, though I'd expect the guests have missed you. Not sure how long you be staying this time, but welcome. I'll see if I can't find something appropriate for you to be placing on display, though one can be sure it won't last. Well, have fun now."

With that, she ate at my feet, looking me over closely, even as I knew she was one of a handful that even knew for a fact I was something other than a well-made mannequin. Remaining still, I felt her arm move up my leg to my knee, as she got up. I felt her pat me on the shoulder, before walking off, once more leaving me, naked and exposed, in the window.