I Was a Live Nude Mannequin

Another boring Friday night at Rick's house. I'd come here at the end of the week to wind down from the problems and pressures I faced at the office. Work kind of sucked, but when you're the highest ranking female and in charge of an entire department, that sort of goes with it. Luckily I found and hired a competent team to handle routine things, so I was never needed on weekends. That gave me from Friday evening until Sunday night to be here and decompress.

Neither of us really needed money, but we got on this goofy kick of trying to find part time work to stash some extra fun money. So, here we are browsing some listings on a website.

"Hey, you could do one of these cam girl sites!"

"Um, no. Not happening!"

"Aww come on, guys would line up to see you."

"Give it up. No chance."

"Hey here's one for a stripper at a local club!"

"You have some kind of thing about guys seeing me naked?"

"C'mon, you know you're hot! I want everybody to see your gorgeous naked body at least once."

Well, he wasn't wrong there. Taller than most women, trim, slim but not thin, I did turn heads quite a bit. From some time in Track at school and the amount of walking I did for exercise, my legs had been described as exceptional by quite a few people. I couldn't really show them off at work. Skirts there had to be below mid thigh. Weekends, my skirts and dresses were as short as I could get away with. Walking or exercising, I wore the classic short-shorts.

He finally hit on one that intrigued me though. 'Live Mannequin.'

I'd read about some girls that did it and the amount of discipline and fitness involved. Some called it almost a form of Yoga, or other relaxation. I'd need to be able to stand motionless for extended periods of time, not even appearing to breathe.

Together, we scrolled through the website linked from the ad. I was in awe. Some of these girls really didn't look alive in one shot, but in the next they were 'out of character' so viewers could compare. Most were dressed like a normal store mannequin, but some were naked or in swimsuits.

We decided to put a reply together and submit it.

Three days later I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. I couldn't take it right away since I was at the office, but there was a number and a message. I called back when I got home later and spoke to one of the agents from the service. They ran a modeling agency for these live mannequins and hired them out by contract to certain merchants. Most were on exclusive contracts and didn't bounce around to different stores. They explained there would be quite a bit of training and I'd need to audition before we could go any further. They also were very clear that I would need to be fully nude in the presence of many other people, both for the audition and at assignments and that I needed to be comfortable with that.

I asked about having a male friend with me for support and they said that would be fine. We set a time for the next Saturday.

To say Rick was over the moon would be an understatement. He may have been more excited about it than I was.

He insisted I practice for the audition. I stood up and struck a silly pose at first, but then tried to get into the role a bit more. This might be more difficult that I thought. I had trouble standing really still and swayed a bit.

He reminded me about the naked rule and I shrugged off the short robe I had on. He let out the same sigh he did every time he saw me naked.

"Barb, you have the most incredible body I've ever seen."

Now, I should probably mention that Rick and I had a rather unique relationship. Some people might envy it, or fantasize about it, but most would be appalled and disgusted. Seeing each other naked wasn't even the beginning. We'd gotten so into it, we even had fake wedding rings we'd wear sometimes to allay suspicions.

It had been several minutes and I'd managed to stabilize my stance and breathing quite a bit. He was talking the whole time trying to distract me and I'd managed to tune him out for the most part. Well, until he pinched my nipple in a way that made me react.

"HEY, no fair! Nobody will be able to touch me."

"I know, I just like playing with those marvelous boobs of yours."

Yeah, there were kind of nice and I was really proud of them. I pulled his head to one and made him kiss it.

It was getting late and we had to be at the agency by 10, so we headed for the bedroom. OK, so it was an hour or so before we got to seep. Great session though. I was a pretty good cocksucker and Rick always got my best effort. He knew how to work my body to make me happy.

Morning, a quick shower together, some coffee and a roll. I didn't want to eat too much and took a couple of vitamins. I stepped into some heels and pulled a simple dress over my head. He ran a brush through my long Chestnut hair since he loved doing it. I tossed a couple of energy drinks in my bag and we headed out.

We walked into the agency holding hands. I was nervous and he knew it. He was making silly jokes trying to relax me.

"Hey, remember that stupid movie with Kim Cattral?"

"Yea, they did a second one too, didn't they?"

The Receptionist greeted us and asked my name.

"Hi, I'm Barb and I'm here to audition."

"OK, someone will be right with you."

Just a couple of minutes later a door opened and a very smartly dressed lady in her 50s called me in.

"Hi, I'm Abbey and I'm the office manager."

She ushered us into her office and had us sit and fill out some forms. After she typed some things into her computer, she said it all looked fine and we could get started.

We talked about the role and want was involved. She was trying to explain how it all worked. We asked some questions about the training. She said she was impressed with me so far and made a quick call to ask someone to join us.

"Hi, I'm Lexi and I'll be helping coach you."

WOW. I was shocked. Lexi was the most classically perfect California Blonde I'd ever seen in person. Stunning in every way. Sandy blonde hair to the middle of her back, she was wearing a very short coat dress and heels and it was pretty apparent there wasn't much else.

I almost had to slap Rick to get his tongue off the floor.

I stood up and shook her hand, introducing myself.

"Let's see what you can do to start with. Take some kind of pose if you don't mind and let me see how you do."

I stopped and froze as if I was about to take a step.

She and Abbey moved around me while Rick drooled at Lexi.

After 10 minutes that seemed like an hour, Lexi spoke.

"That was very, very good. I'm really impressed. You're way ahead of some of the other girls."

Abbey asked if I was comfortable removing my dress in front of my friend.

Without speaking I lifted it over my head and handed to to Rick.

When Lexi let out a 'Wow', I blushed. For this nearly perfect woman to be impressed with my naked form was an unexpected compliment.

"OK, pose again for us please," Abbey asked.

I spotted a picture on a wall and assumed that pose. The clock on the wall was ticking and I was focused on it trying not to be distracted.

They spoke to each other so that I couldn't have heard even if I hadn't tuned them out.

Lexi broke the silence and asked me to come into the next room.

"We have to do some testing and people will be touching you. Is that OK?"

"Yes, fine' I replied nervously, adding 'As long as my friend can come with us."

"Well that isn't what we usually do, but I guess it will be OK."

I just wanted Rick to experience everything I did, but they couldn't know exactly who he was.

We walked into a large room with several people working on different things. If any of them noticed the naked girl among them they didn't show it. That alone comforted me. These were obviously professionals.

"When you go onto the floor, you need to look more like a mannequin than a human. The object is for the casual observer to really wonder if you are or not. To do that, we have developed a complex process. Part of the process is a form of body paint to add that 'plastic' sheen to your skin. Unfortunately, some people are allergic to it, so we need to apply some and see if you react. We typically do it on the lower back, so if a rash develops, it will have time to heal without people seeing it. Are you OK with that?"

I gave consent and signed a form.

"OK, it may be a little cold at first. Angie is a registered allergist and will be watching very closely with an alcohol wipe if she sees anything happen. If it happens, it will be very quick."

A clerk used a type of spray gun like at a tanning booth and I felt a cool mist on my back.

A few minutes later Angie gave the all clear.

"Now, since skin there is very different, we need to spray your vaginal area. Also, if this is successful, we'll need you to shave bare since mannequins don't have pubic hair."

Rick was stupidly grinning from ear to ear knowing he'd be the one with the razor.

I signed another consent form, parted my legs a bit and felt another spritz of mist on my sensitive skin.

Angie sat on a stool in front of me and looked directly at my pubic area very closely watching for any kind of reaction. When there was none, she took a rag and wiped me clean.

"You've done very well, no reaction at all, so we can move on to the next phase."

Lexi led us to another room. One of the questions on the form was about wearing contacts. I had a few times earlier in life and they never bothered me.

Abbey spoke this time, "This is Kevin, our optometry assistant and he will be trying a couple of types of contact lenses. The purpose is to give your eyes the appearance of glass mannequin eyes."

I signed another consent form and laid my head back. Kevin stood over my naked body and gently inserted a set of lenses. Once my eyes accepted them, they had me stand up and walk a few steps. My vision was only slightly affected. Rick looked into my eyes and I could see he was impressed my the effect.

"They don't look like real eyes at all now."

I was asked to wear them for a while to see if there was any irritation. I was able to see enough to recognize faces and walk as long as I had help to keep from falling. They asked me to take a pose again for about 10 minutes. With no irritation noted, Kyle removed them and Lexi and Abbey led us back to her office.

"Everything is fine. No problems were noted. Also your lack of reaction to being naked among so many other people was noticed by a number of other people involved in the selection process. The last step will be a practice session later this afternoon if you're interested."

I let them know I was willing to go on if they were.

"Good. Be back here at two and we'll begin. The spray process takes just a few minutes to apply and dry, then there will be some make-up and a wig before we dress you."

'Sounds good" I replied.

"The client you're being considered for is a high end lingerie shop, so you'll be more naked than dressed and there will be some public present. This one will only be a half hour or so and the pay will be $150."

I took a deep breath and smiled.

"If it goes well and the client hires you, the next session will pay much more. You can pick up some information on the way out to help you learn to relax and breath, but you're already doing quite well there. Probably some practice at home and you'll be fine."

I slipped my dress back on and we left to take a walk and get a quick snack.

The afternoon session was a bit more physical than the others would be. They wanted to see how I'd react to being talked to roughly and touched intimately. They insisted this would not happen during the real shows, but just in case it did, they wanted to see if I'd flinch. I made sure Rick would be OK seeing guys touch me like that.

Once I was painted up and dressed, I took my post. The outfit was a sheer crop top tied in front and micro mini skirt. There really wasn't much a skirt at all and it barely hung below my pussy. Overall, five people passed by me. Some just made lewd comments about what they'd do with me if I were real. One untied my top and felt my breasts. The last guy got bold and lifted what little of the skirt there was, then ran the back of his hand over my pussy. When I didn't react he turned his hand over and cupped me running his finger over my slit.

Abbey told me I was able to take far more that they expected, but in a real show all of those guys would have been thrown out before it got that far. All in all, it went well and I was hired on the spot. I was told I'd get a call with further details during the week.

Back at my place that night I literally attacked Rick, stripping his clothes off and devouring his cock. I was like a bitch in heat as I mounted him and rode him hard. I'd never needed a cock in me as bad as that moment. They may not have seen my reaction to being naked, but it made me extremely aroused.

A few hours later, the look on his face was priceless when I handed him the razor and cream and opened my legs for him to shave me. Poor guy was so nervous he was afraid he'd nick me.

"I know you like being between my legs, but you seem to be enjoying shaving my pussy just a little too much!"

We both laughed as he gently and meticulously made sure I was bare. He took his time though and did a nice job.

We talked about it all and he told me how he felt watching me go though all of that.

"I couldn't believe it when you just stood there and let that guy touch you."

"I know. I guess I knew it was a test and he probably worked there and I wanted to maintain my pose."

We tried a few things with having him dress and undress me while I was posed. He did everything he could to get me to break, but I held firm. That is, until he got out the feather and started tickling me. The nipples, the buttocks, the labia, none of that got to me. It was the end of the nose that did and it and caused a huge sneeze. I got a look on my face that told him to run, quick! Chasing him to the bedroom and onto the bed we got into the kind of play wresting that was common for some kids while growing up, except that we were naked. He was larger and stronger than me, but he always let me win where I was on top of him, straddling him and pinning him down. Gee, I wonder why he did that?

Now it was my turn and I dangled my boobs above his nose, just barely grazing it. He pretended to try to overpower me, but he stayed in place acting as if he was aggravated by me torturing his poor nose. My lower lips were teasing his not so little head. He would lunge upwards trying to get into me and almost did a couple of times.

"Now about that tickling you little asshole!!"

"Asshole? Well, OK, if you insist!"

He threw me off and over on the bed facedown, then pulled my hips up.

"NO!!! Not that!" I screamed teasingly.

I was wet enough that he could push into me easily and use our fluids as lube to fulfill his threat.

Before the weekend was over, he'd fucked me at least four times before I left Sunday night to get ready for work Monday. The last one was the most tender and loving sessions we'd had in quite some time. I woke up hours later in pure bliss and hated to get dressed in almost normal work attire.

I was distracted at work which wasn't good in my high pressure role. I wasn't used to being bare and I itched quite a bit. I guess I knew I would and didn't wear panties that day under my business suit. I kept having to rub myself to ease the itching. For the first time in months I locked my office door and brought myself off at my desk. I kept a small toy in my desk drawer hoping housekeeping or security never found it.

I didn't have much time to recover before one of the sales managers needed to drone on about something stupid that he should have been able to handle on his own. Could he still smell my musky scent in the air?

It was a long damn week until my phone rang. Luckily I was at home this time and could answer. Lexi wanted to come over and talk to me about a few things. I agreed and she arrived about half hour later.

She looked astounding as she told me about the next session and gave me the dates and times. She gave me some videos of how to study breathing and being still. She also told me that some of the girls used a very mild sedative to help slow their breathing and reduce perspiration. This lady made me feel very comfortable and at ease about the whole process. As gorgeous as she was, she really was very businesslike and a lady too, Very calm, collected and poised every minute.

As she got up to leave she put her hand on my waist and leaned towards me. Her voice dropped and her eyes seemed to change.

"I'm really looking forward to working with you and getting to know you better. Mmmmmuch better."

She kissed me very gently, just barely touching my lips. As she did so, I felt her hand move from my waist to cup my breast. Silently she turned and left, closing the door behind her.

That simple gesture almost put me over the edge. I stood there shaking in near orgasm before stumbling to the couch where I could finish myself off with my hands.

My thoughts again went to Rick and I wondered, hoped, dreamed, fantasized about sharing her with him. I knew how he'd react if I could get her to open her legs for him.

Work was work. I did my job, but got out as soon as I could. No staying over that week. When I got home each night I practiced posing for as long as I could. I did it with a fine thread hung from a floor lamp in front of my face to check for air movement from my breath. The videos included a lot of meditation type stuff. 'Be there without really being there' type things. Ten minutes, fifteen, twenty.

Every evening, I'd do a short work out routine, then go out to the pool and try to be as still as possible. My goal was to see no movement on the surface of the water. Back inside I'd wind down with a combination of New Age and relaxing Soundscapes.

I'd go to bed wet each night trying to sleep but ending up bringing myself off at the thought of Lexi, or Rick, or Lexi and Rick, or Lexi and Rick and I.

Somehow I managed to keep my head at work though. That was as important as anything else. Even though the itching stopped after that first day, I decided not to wear panties the rest of the week. Along with the hemline rule at this old fashioned corporate office, women were supposed to wear hose. That rule wasn't really enforced anymore and my legs were tanned enough that no one could tell without touching them. As much as the old lechers would have loved doing that, it wasn't an option thankfully. My thoughts drifted to some old coot in his 80s running his hand up my leg, under my skirt to check for stocking tops and maybe beyond. Somehow, the image of a Wilfred Hyde-White type doing that didn't exactly repulse me. Even in the most intense meetings, a rush of cool air up my skirt reminded me of the weekend ahead.

It may have been the longest ten days of my life and I'd almost worn Rick's cock out during the weekend in between. Poor guy had never been the victim of such a focused and determined girl who'd almost turned into a nymphomaniac. I never told him about the possibility of fucking Lexi because I didn't know if it was possible. I was all but sure she and I would get together, but nothing more.

When he showed up at my place that Friday, we had a short session and went to sleep. I wanted him again, but I didn't want my pussy to be swelled or puffy at all. I needed to look like a genitaless mannequin, not a just fucked harlot. He gave me a final shave and exfoliation making sure I was completely hairless from toes to hairline. Well, almost. I needed my eyebrows. He even plucked what few hairs were around my nipples. The body spray would cover anything else.

The drive to the agency was essentially in silence. We were both nervous. Yeah, I was going to need one of those sedatives.