Viv becomes the most popular exhibit!

Vivianne was lying on the floor, totally nude. "At least they can't see anything..." she thought, pressing her thighs together, as the school girls were entering the room, all of them gasping and shouting and shrieking, excited by the **** chamber full of scary wax statues.

The undressed blonde girl tried not to breathe.

However, she didn't remain unnoticed for long. "Wow! There's a completely naked one!" said a high voice suddenly; judging by its sound, the girl it belonged to must have been really amazed... and amused. She stopped just a few inches from Viv's bare body. "Oh, and I think it's the best figure yet. The skin looks absolutely lifelike!"

"You have a good eye, Emily!" Agatha turned to the girl appreciatively. "And you're absolutely right. This figure was manufactured by a new technique! It's one of a kind, a perfect specimen!" She hunkered down and reached out her hand.

Vivianne could feel Agatha touching the side of her breast and almost gasped. Agatha's finger slowly moved along her lying body, over the hip and thigh, stopping only in the buttocks area. "So smooth. As I said, a flawlessly made statue… with a rather sweet little bum, right, girls?"

Fortunately enough, Vivianne wasn't too ticklish; but even so, she had to struggle mightily to keep still and maintain the impression that she's a wax figure; even more as the schoolgirls giggled. Viv was becoming furious. Can't they just go away? Agatha is now just teasing her!

But the worst part of it all was the fact her arousal was building inside her. Her moist slit was almost aching now. "I want to be seen! I want to be touched... please!" It was almost as if her womanhood was speaking in her mind, begging and moaning and crying for attention.

Naturally, Vivianne couldn't do anything about it. She tried to suppress it, but to no avail; so she just kept lying down and silently prayed the visitors wouldn't somehow notice she's not an artificial exhibit of the museum, but actually a rather lively, lustful girl. Oh, she would die of shame, if that happened!

"Can we touch as well?" asked one of the girls from the school group.

"I'm sorry, that's forbidden," said Agatha. "But you can look and admire as much as you like."

Vivianne felt relieved - if Agatha had allowed the girls to do that, there would be no way they could possibly believe she's not a real person. The warmth of Viv's skin would give the girl out. And if their fingers by some accident dipped between her thighs... well, then they could feel all that embarrassing dampness!