[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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Carine heard the entire interview. Magda chatted amiably, detailing the role and responsibilities of a store assistant in one of the premium boutiques in the city. The other girl answered shyly, in awe of the opportunity. For her part, Magda was practically purring, relishing the role of being the boss.
Mr. Terrin had been coming in more often, and business was picking up. It seemed that Walker was forbidden to enter the store; Magda had probably managed to obtain a restraining order that barred Walker from coming within fifty metres, even though that meant Walker could no longer enter the store that bore her name.
The interview finished, and Carine heard the goodbyes. There was a pause, and then light flooded in: Magda had opened the closet door. The petite, dark-haired store manager gave her a cursory glance before brushing past her to pick up a box. She closed the door again, plunging Carine back into darkness. Carine was still dressed in sexy lingerie: Magda hadn't bothered to redress her after the time on the office desk.
It had been weeks. The only time Carine was wheeled out now was after closing time, when Mr. Terrin was expected to make an appearance. Magda would position her suggestively while they went through the sales figures, using the frozen model as decoration. Carine had to endure the looks, posed expertly by the petite woman: legs slightly apart, shoulders back, spine arched to show off her breasts beneath her lacy camisole top. It worked every time, getting Mr. Terrin in the mood to hurry through the figures and then concentrate on Magda's figure.
She would strip off and kneel in front of him as he sat in the leather office chair, taking his manhood in her mouth while his gaze shifted between the woman who had been turned into a frozen lingerie mannequin, and the dark-haired woman bobbing up and down on his rigid erection.
A strange thing began to happen to Carine. Instead of the passionate resentment of Magda's victory over her and Walker, each time she was brought out of her closet now, she began to anticipate Mr. Terrin's arrival. True, it was the only time she was brought out, but there was more to it than that. Carine's revulsion began to turn into a strange longing to see Magda and Walker's ex-husband fuck.
Carine had lost count of the days since the start of the strange modelling contract that had seen her body placed in suspended animation, turning her into a human mannequin. She had no idea whether the six months was nearly up, or whether she still had months left to go. Stuck in her closet, she had lost track of days and nights, and her mind had begun to wander, left to recall the moments that Magda had put her on display for Mr. Terrin's satisfaction.
Now, watching Magda's cheeks hollowing as she took his manhood as deeply as she could, Carine could almost feel the tension in the dark-haired woman's body. When at last she popped off his slickened tip to sit astride him, Carine imagined how she would be feeling as she built up to her orgasm.
Every movement, every expression of the dark-haired girl burned itself into Carine's memory, helplessly watching her nemesis get all the pleasure she needed while Carine's frozen core burned with unbearable desire. Then, only after Magda had fucked Mr. Terrin to his satisfaction, Carine would be stored away again, out of sight in the dark. Carine's frozen body, unable to express the aching need that burned inside her, remained perfectly posed for their viewing pleasure. Each time, when Mr. Terrin reared up powerfully as he came inside the woman in his lap, Carine felt it too: a bliss that combined with the endless denial that had become her entire world.
Then Magda would put her back in the closet, her role in their assignation complete. Carine would relish the touch of the woman who had effectively imprisoned her, consigning her once again into storage.
It seemed to go on forever. Surely her contract was up by now? They couldn't just roll it over month to month without asking her, could they? Carine struggled to remember all the clauses; she had skimmed the document and then signed, too eager for the opportunity and the publicity of being a human display model for the legendary Walker Terrin.
Maybe that was what Magda had done. The boutique was booming. There would be ample money for Mr. Terrin to extend the contract that kept Carine as his beautiful lingerie-clad office decoration. Carine began to despair, but her bigger worry was that strange part of her that had begun to like it, that felt the blissful satisfaction of watching another woman's orgasm. She had begun to live vicariously through the body of the petite, dark-haired woman who had bested her.
In the closet, she stared unblinkingly at the door, waiting for the next time she would be taken out. Just like a real mannequin, she thought to herself: in the closet, collecting dust.
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She became aware of female voices, getting louder, getting nearer. It roused Carine from her stupor.
"Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Don't give me that shit, bitch. Where's Carine?"
"Get out of my store. You can't go back there. I'm calling security."
"Good luck with that. Get the fuck away from me you crazy bitch. Touch me again, I fucking dare you."
Carine's heart surged as she heard the familiar sound of Telia's voice. Telia was raging.
"This is private." Carine recognised Magda's voice, protesting.
Suddenly the door opened and Telia was standing there, triumphant.
"What the actual fuck?" Telia span around on the spot, launching into a stream of invective against the dark-haired woman behind her.
"You sick fucking perv. Why's she in a closet? Why's she in underwear? What the fuck have you been doing with my friend, bitch?"
Telia didn't give Magda a chance to reply. Instead, she reached behind Carine's neck and pressed her finger to the little square embedded there.
For a moment, Carine had the sick feeling that nothing would happen. The suspended animation field had malfunctioned, leaving her frozen but still able to think and experience everything that went on around her. There was no guarantee that it would release her afterwards. What if the freezing process was permanent?
Dread took hold, and she lifted her hands to her face in dismay. Before she could register that she was moving again, her body released months of pent-up frustration all at once and she was overwhelmed by a staggering orgasm on the spot.
Carine barely registered her best friend wrapping a coat around her nearly naked body, or being led out of the store, out of the mall and finally into a cab.
When at last she gathered her wits long enough to take Telia's hand, the other girl broke out into the most heartwarming smile.
"That fucking weirdo had you in a closet, babe. We're gonna sue her to the moon and back."
Carine shook her head weakly, finding her voice at last.
"No, we need to find Walker."
