Eventually

I'm left standing there for quite some time until Stacey comes by, sees me standing there naked, and states 'I thought I got all of them. Looks like a missed one. Ah well, I guess I can dress you up special." She comes back later, but this time with a lacey undergarment of some sort.

I hold still as she dressed me up. The bottom was a lacy, not to mention crotchless, thong. It fits like a regular thong but then splits at either side to clench my shaved clit in its vice-like grip, making the folds of my pussy stand out that much further from my body. The top was a translucent piece of fabric that hung down from a thin strand of cloth, which went around my body and behind me. It was like a boob tub if it was worn like a loose mini skirt, and the cloth was translucent.

Thus dressed, she gave the crotchless panties a tug, pulling the two thin sides together tighter, and squeezing my clit's lips even further out. She yanked on the fabric once more, before nodding and walking away. I held myself still, even as I felt my clit being squeezed, and felt myself erotically excited. I let out a quiet moan but managed somehow to keep myself still, as people, outside and in the Shoppe, stopped and pointed at me.

After several walked by, I heard one of them speaking to the cashier, and excitement and amusement clear in her tone, "Hey, Stacey. I love your new mannequin! It's so detailed and intergit! Just look at the detail of its clit! Its pussy lips are so detailed and exact!" I say her blush, a smile spread on her face, taking a moment to think before saying, "Thanks. The owner, Chris, said something about a bet with some ammeter photographers or something. I don't know how they did it, but I love it. It’s been great for sales. Someone even bought the outfit right off of it earlier! Can you believe that?"

I saw them by the front desk, a clique of four young ladies was speaking to Stacey. I heard one of them ask then, "May I touch it? The mannequin’s clit, May I touch it? I'm suddenly interested if it felt as real as it looks". The ladies suddenly giggled then, and I saw Stacey blush, a smile on her face from before she replied, "Sure, I mean... I guess. Honestly, they’re mannequins. I'm sure they get touched more than a few times, so it doesn't bother me"

I see them giggle, as one of them approached me, standing up next to me. I felt her put one hand on my side, and her right hand touching my clit. I felt the palm of her hand rub against my clit and had to fight to keep from moaning. She rubbed against it, again and again, drawing me into a sort of sexual excitement, desire, and lust filling me. She rubbed slowly, before bringing her to rub her fingers inside of my pussy. I felt her feel inside a bit, rubbing several fingers in at out slowly, intuitively. It was all I could do to keep from arching my head back in pleasure. I keep myself from moaning this time, if only barely. She rubbed faster a bit, holding my breast in her hand. I felt myself orgasm once just as she stopped. I felt her squeeze my nipple once, before nodding to her friends and saying "Well, it feels real enough" I felt her grab the side of the crotchless G-string and pull them together once, squeezing my pussy lips tighter than before. I watch as she nodded, before walking to stand with her group nearby.

It was then that another of the group said, "Hey, let me try", followed by another saying "I went to touch it too". I felt myself still, as the pair went on each side of me, the last standing on the ground near me. I felt their hands prodding me. I felt one of them rubbing on my exposed ass cheeks, working downward to my clit. At the same time, their friend touched my exposed breast from underneath my top with one hand, while rubbing my pussy lips with the other. It was not long after that a third of the trio reached out, grasping at me. They each took a turn rubbing my clit, sometimes even reaching inside of my pussy lips with a few fingers, exciting me up and down softly. I felt myself come then, and hoped they didn't yet realize I was real; I wanted to win whatever the bet was, and I dare not think about the repercussions of them finding out I was real then. They stepped away, and as they walked, I heard one of them say "Hey Stacey, your model is really lifelike. It feels like real skin, moves like real skin!” as they walked out, I heard one of them whisper to another, "It got wet like real skin too. Look at the moisture on my hand! Whoever made it, however, they made it, they made it very lifelike!

I heard them laugh at that, amused at the idea of a mannequin being aroused, making their purchase and then leaving the store. I catch my breath once they were out, catching a glance at my clit. My clit was really wet now, even more than any time so far today, and streamers of water went down my legs in drops, rolling across my skin.