Window Display Ch 05

[Author's note: Carine, desperate to keep her modelling career afloat, has taken a very unusual job. She's agreed to become a suspended-animation living mannequin in a high-end fashion boutique. Carine wanted the exposure and the fame... but something has gone wrong. Instead of six months passing in the blink of an eye and finding herself famous, she's frozen in whatever position and clothing she's been posed, able to see and hear everything, trapped on display]

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Walker clicked on her high heels out of the boutique, on her way to her girls' lunch, passing the display window. She gave Carine a little look.

"Thank God for that," Magda murmured under her breath. "Hello, Sir."

It took Carine a few seconds to register that Magda was having a conversation behind her on the phone.

"Yes, she just left. Uh huh. I'm going to do it at closing time. I've worked out the camera angles."

There was a reply, too soft for Carine to catch the words. But, she recognised the man's voice: Mr. Terrin, Walker's ex-husband.

"I'll tell you what I think, Sir. I think she's hanging on by her fingernails. She's going to come back from her long girls' lunch half cut, and I'll give her the weekly sales figures."

Magda paused while Mr. Terrin spoke.

"Yeah. Then, I put on the show. She'll only need a little nudge. I just push her over the ledge."

Carine heard tinny laughter, then replied, "I'm gonna do it for you, Daddy. I'm your babygirl."

Magda walked away, leaving Carine's thoughts churning. The dark-haired store manager was laying a trap, and Carine couldn't do anything about it. Frozen in position in her little bikini, she had no way of warning Walker of her ex-husband's treachery.

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Walker returned at closing time, looking a little worse for wear, wobbling in her high heels as she entered the boutique. Magda was in the display window, lowering the blind to cut Carine off from the dribs and drabs of shoppers making their way to the exits. She turned as her boss approached.

"Nice lunch?" she asked, brightly.

"Wonderful. Nice to just... to unwind."

Walker was slurring her words slightly. Magda's smile intensified. "I sent you through the sales report, did you take a look?"

"Not yet. I was going to leave that to tomorrow."

"You probably want to read it."

Walker stepped into view. Carine watched her beautiful face settle into a careworn expression as she read the figures on her phone, the bubble of her long lunch popping as she was forced back to the reality of her predicament.

"I don't understand," she muttered. "We've been so busy. There should have been an uplift."

Magda's smile hardened fractionally. "It's the margin. We're making sales, but it's the discount racks. Returns are still high, they're eating away at everything."

"I don't see the returns."

"I do. I'm the one who deals with them, so that you don't have to. It's what you pay me for."

Walker seemed to shrink, staring at the little screen in her hand. "I thought the summer range... I thought...."

She indicated Carine in her little red bikini.

"Everyone came to look at her, Magda. I thought it was working."

"Guys came to look. She's quite a sight." Magda shifted uneasily. "Which gave me an idea."

Walker looked up at her, frowning. Beneath the careful make-up, her cheeks were hollower now than when Carine had first met her, lips thinner, eyes lacking the same sparkle. It broke Carine's heart to see what Magda was doing to the beautiful woman in front of her, colluding with Walker's ex-husband to run the boutique into the ground.

"Maybe Mr. Terrin's right," Magda offered carefully. "Maybe it's time to cash up. The brand is still worth a lot. You've still got your reputation."

Walker shook her head slowly. "And do what? Be consultant designer as he outsources to some fast fashion agency? And then?"

"You'd be free. You could do whatever you wanted."

"I am, Magda. I'm doing what I always wanted. It's always worked, up to now. I'm... I'm out of ideas."

Magda closed the gap to her boss, eyes glinting. Carine wanted to move, to catch Walker's attention, anything to warn her.

"The swimwear was a good idea," Magda said. "There's one last thing we could try. I've been thinking."

Magda stared directly at Walker, and then began to unbutton her blouse. Walker's eyes went wide, but she didn't say a word as the diminutive woman undressed herself.

Beneath her work clothes, Magda was wearing stockings, a tiny g-string, and a lacy camisole top, all in black against her olive skin. She stripped slowly, not taking her eyes from Walker's face, fixing her boss with a sultry expression. Finally, she stepped out of her skirt to stand before Walker in her lingerie and high heels.

Magda had played her hand beautifully. Carine felt a tingle deep inside her body as she took in the sight of the dark-haired woman's tantalizing curves. Magda posed for her boss, then came over to Carine, leaning on the frozen woman's shoulder.

"What do you think?" Magda asked, breaking the silence. "From swimwear to lingerie. Go from Summer to Bedtime, pose her like this? Can you imagine her looking like this in your front window?"

The inescapability of Carine's predicament hit like a physical blow. Magda was going to put her on display in lingerie for all the world to see and there was nothing Carine would be able to do about it. Carine could see the way Walker's attention shifted down Magda's tempting body, the subtle colouring of her cheeks. Magda arched herself subtly, putting her breasts on display for her boss, tracing a hand over her hip and down to her stocking top.

"Am I painting the picture, boss?"

Magda crossed over to Walker, stopping inches from her. She smiled sweetly, like she understood.

"I want to help," she said. "I know I can be hard work, but...."

"But what?"

"I care about you, Walker. I love seeing you smile. Can I help you smile?"

"I... I don't know."

"Do you want to touch me? I'm so soft." Magda pouted delectably. "I'm so wet."

Walker's hand moved almost of its own volition, touching the other woman's neck. Magda wrapped her fingers around Walker's wrist, prising her hand away. Walker frowned.

"I want to be your good girl," Magda breathed.

She tugged on Walker's wrist, forcing Walker to slap her across the face. Walker flinched, but Magda had her now, holding her firmly. She stared back solemnly at her boss. Carine waited helplessly as the silence lengthened. Walker's hand descended slowly, Walker fighting Magda's insistent pressure, until her fingertips encountered the little black g-string. Magda pushed Walker's fingers beneath, then began to rock her hips back and forth.

"Can you feel how wet you made me?" Magda sighed, never breaking eye contact. "I've waited so long for this moment. I'll do anything you want."

Beneath the g-string, Walker's hand moved and Magda bore down with a little gasp as she took her boss's fingers inside her. Magda folded her arms behind her back submissively, watching the complex play of emotions on Walker's face. Carine could see it too: the yearning, lubricated by wine and desperation.

"Take my throat," Magda ordered.

Walker wrapped her fingers around Magda's throat, and the younger woman sank to her knees.

"Pull my hair."

Walker obeyed, as if mesmerised, coiling Magda's long, dark hair tightly in her fist. Magda stared up defiantly.

"Push my face where you want it to be. I want you to. Hard as you want, I won't break."

With that, Magda leaned forwards, burying her face in the front of Walker's dress. Walker groaned in response, and Magda sighed. She was playing the part beautifully, exploiting Walker's fragility like an expert. Carine could only look on as Magda raised the hem of Walker's dress and stripped her panties down her legs. She looked up at Walker again.

"Slap me. I want it."

Walker hesitated, her hand poised.

"Hard as you want. Slap me. Let me please you."

Walker stared down unsteadily at the lingerie-clad woman between her legs, her expression unreadable. Then, her hand moved, striking Magda across the face, tightening her grip on the younger's woman's hair, pulling her face into Walker's crotch, losing the battle of wills.

Magda lapped hungrily at her boss's slit, her tongue questing into the older woman's folds. Walker's eyes closed, breath hissing through her teeth as Magda's lips suckled on her little nub. Magda's fingers parted her labia, a fingertip worming its way within her, searching for the delicious little spot in her most private place.

Carine felt an answering heat within, watching Magda effortlessly bring Walker up to the crest of her orgasm. Carine knew what Magda was doing, why she was doing it, but after weeks of neglect, had she been in Walker's position she would have succumbed just as quickly. Sheltered from view by the window blind, Carine could only watch on desperately as Walker was kept expertly on the edge of her climax by the lips and fingers of the dark-haired woman beneath her. Magda broke off, but her fingers continued to slide deep into Walker's helpless pussy.

"You want to cum?" Magda rasped.

"Oh... uh, yes. I...."

"Want me to make you cum?"

"Yes... please... I want...."

"Make me."

The words were odd, and they made Walker look down at the kneeling woman strangely.

"You know how I want it, Walker. You won't break me. Do it," Magda said, her face shining with Walker's moisture, a fire in her eyes. "Slap me hard. Grind my face into your pussy."

Walker slapped her, but Magda reared back. "Harder."

Walker slapped her again, and Magda flinched, but then she grunted. "No. Do it harder, I want to feel it."

Walker brought her hand back and then dealt a full slap across the kneeling woman's face. Magda yelped, but when she opened her eyes, there was a deep lust there. "Grind into me."

Carine couldn't be sure if Walker closed the distance, or if Magda pushed forwards, but suddenly Magda was in motion, her face pressed tightly against her boss's pussy, grinding hard. Walker cried out in shock, her body tensing as she reached her climax.

Buried in her crotch, Magda was doing things to her that Carine couldn't see, but she could imagine: Magda's tongue deep inside, questing. Walker's nub pressed tightly against the other woman's lips. Carine wanted to look away, the tension in her core unbearable, the longing after weeks of denial, but she couldn't move an inch. Instead, her eyes were on Walker's face as the older woman finally lost control, seizing the hair of the woman kneeling before in in two hands, grinding her pussy into Magda's face.

Walker made a high, keening sound, her body rigid, and Carine was helpless to do anything but look on as the woman in front of her toppled into an intense orgasm. She gasped, finally releasing her grasp on Magda's hair, letting the other woman slide backwards onto her heels, panting for breath. Neither of them moved, joining Carine in a frozen tableau of lust in the shop window.

In the corner, Carine spied the security camera set in the ceiling.

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Walker didn't turn up for work the next day. Magda opened the store as usual, but then things changed. Carine was seized unceremoniously around the waist and lifted bodily out of the display window.

"God, you're heavier than you look," Magda growled.

Carine was half-carried, half-dragged through the store into the office in the back. Magda stood her up next to the desk, panting heavily. She had a dark expression on her face.

"No more of Walker's stupid ideas. I'm going to set up a new display."

Magda left the office, closing the door behind her. That was all Carine saw of her for the rest of the morning.

She took in her new surroundings. The office was cramped, jammed with papers, disorganised. There was a desk with a screen and a laptop, a large leather office chair, and a row of filing cabinets against the far wall. On top of the cabinets, strewn haphazardly, were tops and dresses that had been returned to store.

Unable to move her eyes, Carine soon got bored staring at the same patch of wall. The hours dragged interminably, until she heard the door open again.

"Yes, all good here," Magda was saying.

She swept into view, seating herself in the high-backed leather chair. She opened the laptop and began to type.

"I'm in. I've got access to everything. Yeah." Magda regarded the screen, smirking. "Easy as. How's Walker taking everything?"

There was a pause, and the dark-haired woman frowned.

"No, you're right. Face-to-face. It's a serious matter. Are you coming over to the store?"

Another pause, and then a wide Cheshire-cat smile.

"See you then. Okay, bye."

Magda put the phone down, stretching in her chair. Her attention settled on Carine, her eyes glinting wickedly. She got up and stalked over to the immobile figure.

"You've given me an idea. Maybe we should preview the lingerie line for Mr. Terrin when he gets here. Let's blow his mind."

Magda disappeared, closing the door behind her again, leaving Carine to ponder her words. Where was Walker? What was Magda planning?

She had to wait until the end of the day to find out.

Magda came into the office again, carrying a pile of clothing. She closed the door behind her and exhaled.

"Hell of a day. I'm going to need to hire an assistant now Walker's not around."

She placed the items on the table and turned to Carine.

"Let's get you out of that ridiculous bikini. I've no idea how Walker thought that was going to work."

Carine stared back, unmoving, as the dark-haired woman stripped her. Magda was businesslike about it, quickly leaving Carine standing naked in the office.

"You're as bad as she is. All about the fame and the glory. I don't know what it is with models, or ex-models, always needing to be noticed."

Carine was at her mercy. Magda unfolded a gauzy camisole top and slipped it over the frozen girl's head. It barely covered Carine's breasts, leaving her feeling extremely exposed. Next, she fastened a belt around her waist, with straps dangling down.

"Needing attention all the time, like babies. Well, you're gonna get plenty of attention in this. We're going to stop him in his tracks when he gets here."

Magda leaned her stiffly against the wall behind her, lifting Carine's leg. She knelt down, below Carine's eyeline, but then she felt the gossamer smoothness of stockings being rolled up her legs. Magda worked quickly, tugging a tiny black g-string into place that she could tell barely covered her crotch. Magda got back to her feet again and stood Carine up, looking critically at her work. She tugged the stocking tops, pulled the camisole down, her hands moving over Carine's most intimate parts as if she was the same as the other mannequins in the store.

"You'll do. I don't want you to get all the attention."

Magda unbuttoned her top and slid the zipper down the back of her skirt, undressing in front of Carine like she was alone, in private. Carine saw everything: Magda had dressed herself in a tight black basque that showed off her breasts, wearing silken stockings that shimmered in the light as she moved. Her petite frame was accentuated perfectly: her toned legs lifted exquisitely in impractically-high heels; the pert, rounded curve of her bottom divided neatly by her matching black g-string; her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders.

Despite the things that Magda was doing to her, Carine felt a pang of desire as she took in the carefully-crafted vision in front of her. As if sensing Carine's thoughts, Madga looked up at her and smiled.

"Now, how shall we do this?"

Magda took hold of Carine's hands, posing her as if she was embracing someone. Magda smirked, slipping inside Carine's immobile arms, pressing her body against Carine's skin. Carine felt the other girl's tummy twitch as she giggled.

"It's no use. I can't stay still like you. But it would be a sight, wouldn't it? Two lingerie mannequins waiting for him in the office."

Magda turned Carine's head so that they were face to face. Her lips approached Carine's, stopping close enough that Carine could feel the warmth of the other woman's skin.

"Just like that, maybe. Two of us, frozen in passion."

Magda grasped Carine's wrist, tugging it down. She slid Carine's hand under the waistband of her g-string. Carine felt the heat of the other woman's nether lips against her palm. Magda froze herself again, pressing her pussy against Carine's hand.

"You dirty bitch," Magda breathed.

Slowly, she began to grind her pussy into Carine's palm, clearly enjoying the control she had over the frozen model in her arms. She bit her lip, staring into Carine's eyes as her hips gyrated.

"You're such a slut. Are you gonna finger me too?"

Magda reached down and bent Carine's middle finger. A moment later, Carine felt the slick warmth of the other woman's pussy slide around her outstretched digit.

"Oh baby, you're such a dirty bitch."

Magda's hands settled on Carine's shoulders and she began to hump herself on the finger in her pussy. Carine watched the other woman's face, seeing the flush of desire as she closed her eyes.

"Do you wanna taste me? Wanna go down on your knees so I can use your face? I think I'd like that. I...."

A male voice called out from somewhere in the store, and Magda stopped.

"Fuck. Okay, slut. Show time."

Magda dismounted from Carine's finger and reposed the immobile woman. She fussed with her own hair, checking her stockings, her basque, taking a deep breath and then opening the office door.

"In the office," she called out, and waited.

Mr. Terrin strode into the room and faltered, staring from one lingerie-clad figure to the other, incredulous.

"Surprised?" Magda asked.

"Yes. I thought we were reviewing the figures."

Magda slinked towards him, her hips rolling seductively in her high heels. She came to a halt in front of him with her feet together and her hands clasped behind her back, like she was standing to attention.

"Which figures would you like to review first, sir? We had a very profitable day. Returns are down."

"Magically."

"Yeah, it was almost as if there was someone actively trying to ruin the business."

Mr Terrin's hand bunched in her hair. "But we took care of that, didn't we?"

"Yes, Daddy. Only good girls in the store now."

Magda shook her head, and the older man released his grip. She stalked over to Carine in her towering heels. Magda reached out and cupped Carine's cheek.

"Imagine this in the display window, Daddy. Two women displayed for you."

Magda came closer, her other hand settling on Carine's hip, her face close enough to kiss. Magda stared directly into Carine's eyes, smiling predatorially.

"She brightens up the office, doesn't she? We could keep her like this." She leaned closer until her lips brushed Carine's ear, and whispered. "Stupid bitch."

Magda froze in position, her breath warm against Carine's neck, her fingers underneath the straps that held Carine's stocking up.

Over Magda's shoulder, Carine watched Mr. Terrin come up behind her, his eyes travelling down the motionless bodies of the lingerie-clad women in front of him. The silence was punctuated by the sound of a zip.

Carine felt Magda being pressed against her, the other woman moving to accommodate the man behind her. Magda gasped and Carine knew that he'd entered her.

Mr. Terrin began slowly, sliding long and deep into Magda's immobile form. Each thrust pressed Magda's body up against Carine, until they were locked in a tight embrace.

"You'd make quite a pair," Mr. Terrin murmured.

"Any time you wanted us, Daddy. You could just arrange us both. You could get as creative as you wanted," Magda cooed.

Her breath was coming in little gaps now, against Carine's neck. The man behind her was thrusting more powerfully into her, forcing the two women together, but then Magda broke away.