Yes, Not That It Helps Me Any

I stand as still as possible, despite my arousal or possible feelings of fatigue. I saw cars drive by several times, and eventually, a trio of young women pass by.

They stop momentarily and comment that one of the mannequins looks quite life-like. I saw them point at me, as I wonder where they got it, before realizing they can't find out until tomorrow, as the shoppe is already closed. Disappointed, the pair of attractive young ladies continue walking by, and I see them enter a bar from the corner of my eye.

After what felt like forever, a couple walked by and stared through the window. The young female of the pair tries to urge him on, though both wonder how such a lifelike model could be in the shoppe. A single man stops and chats with them, and comments he got to touch the mannequin in question, and how it did not just look real but felt it. "I wish I could touch it too, then. See if what you say is true.", which earns him a naughty look from his girlfriend, who caresses him, before saying "Why would you want to touch a model when you've got me?" The trio giggles, and the single man comments, "She may have a point there" before they head on their way and out of view.

Several groups walk by, some pausing by the window, and make similar observations. I feel both self-conscious and thrilled at the same time. I'm so visible, and not used to being so... exposed. It's an odd experience to have and one that is both daunting and exhilarating in equal measure.

I moan softly and the thrill of it, slowly shifting from one leg to the other to avoid the worse of standing so long in one place. I feel a small shake in my caves, but manage to resist most of it, lest I give myself away or set off the alarm. My arousal has only increased some, given my level of exposure. Goosebumps have, but now, formed on much of my exposed skin, from my neck, down my arms, my breasts, down to my legs. My nipples stand out hard from my exposed breasts, which have hardened some. I feel a trickle of liquid leak from my clit, thanks to the erotic feelings I'm having.

I watch, as the bars close, people go for late-night walks with their dogs, and notice the number of people that look in the shoppe window and wonder. I enjoy the attention, even as I fight to stand still. Soon it's quiet outside. Hours pass with hardly anyone driving or walking by, until finally the Brunette assistant, wearing the name tag or 'Shelly' comes to the door. She's about 5'8". She's wearing a formal pencil mini skirt, accentuating her hips, and a pair of dark leggings continues where the skirt ends, which is just scant inches beyond her arse. A heavy jacket obscures her top, which is worn with a pair of earmuffs and thin gloves.

I hear the door unlock, hear her turn off the security, and step inside. She stows her purse and purse, before walking back out and checking out the shoppe. Her top is a sleeveless top, tight against her body and has a large boob window extending from her neck down to between her breasts. Both of her arms are bare, as is much of her back. She has an easy smile.

She quickly checks out the shoppe and the displays, before finally making her way to the front of the shop, where she sees the naked mannequins, and from the corner of her eye, it seems she is staring right at me. I hold still as I can, as I wonder if she is in the know that I'm a human mannequin or not, and how that knowledge may change how she acts around me. For that matter, I wonder if it's better for me if she too even knows.