Chapter Three -- The Notorious Bettie Page
The idea had come to Morgan after Mark had brought home an old 'girlie magazine' that Sam had given him. The magazine featured a model by the name of Bettie Page. On the pages of the journal, surrounding the pictures in the publication was a number of articles written about her life as a 'pin-up legend'. The shots that appealed most to Morgan were of Bettie taken at the beach in a red polka dot bikini. This, she decided, was to become the theme for their next window display. In this fantasy, she would be facing the street, barely covered with the bathing suit. Morgan drew a quick picture on paper to explain what she had in mind to Mark and set him off to find the props to make it happen.
This scene was easier to put together, except for the sand. Mark had found a large mural that presented a view of the surf that he used as the backdrop. He was surprised to find enough bags of sand next to the back garage that could spread out on the stage to give one the impression of being at the beach. A tripod was set up, off to the left of the window, supporting an old style camera. He found dealing with the male dummy to be straightforward. All Mark needed to do was clothe him in pants and a short sleeve shirt of that era, placing him behind the camera, bent over with his back to the sidewalk.
Centered on the stage was the Bettie Page mannequin. Here the smiling face lay under her trademark curly long black hair, sporting bangs that stopped high above her eyes. The red lips were painted on, and the bikini was very tiny. She was placed kneeling, on the sand with her arms reaching out to a yellow and white striped beach ball resting on the sand in front of her. It was a fairly good recreation of that famous picture, very sexy, yet modest for today's standards.
When Mark unveiled the display, Sam was very pleased with what he saw. It brought him back to his youth. The excitement he felt when he was younger had returned as he started to contemplate the real possibilities that this presented for him. His thoughts centered on what was coming, and that pleased him even more.
Within the window they put on view a number of sex toys, strategically placed around the model, clearly visible from the street. To the left was a sexy black skirt and white blouse positioned as if she had just taken it off and carelessly dropped onto the sand. To the right was a very skimpy thong bikini, not quite an item of that era, but an item that could be purchased in the store. No surprise, later that night, after Morgan had replaced the mannequin, the sales for those items increased.
Morgan enjoyed this scene more than the others. She was not forced to strain watching the reaction to her voyeurs. She could look them directly in their eyes. She was completely covered by the bikini, so she was not concerned about showing too much. And she was in a comfortable position, kneeling in the soft sand, resting her hands on the beach ball that lay in front of her. This was truly a comfortable position to be in, for a model.
Morgan thought about using another anal plug for her own enjoyment, but decided that since no one would be able to see behind her, that it would not increase any sales. She really didn't need the stimulation anyway. She was getting very excited watching the couples stare at her, whisper between themselves, and run a hand or two over the other's body. She may be covered more than the other nights, but she was able to extract that sexy image that had made Bettie Page famous. Morgan watched how intently her voyeurs studied her through the window. The fact that they would look at her carefully, reinforced her comfort of them believing she was fake. Her scene was having an effect on them and they were having a wonderful effect on Morgan. She enjoyed being on display.
She recognized Sam as he came out front of the store to view the scene. She thought it strange that he appeared to concentrate on just her face, feeling that he was trying to look deep into her eyes. She blocked the thoughts that were running through her head at that point, and focused very hard on not blinking, which surely would have given her away. But the way he stared at her made her feel very nervous.
Sam had stepped out to view Mark's wife in the window. He had only seen her in a trench coat behind a set of sunglasses, and wanted to look at this beauty from under the coat and glasses. He was not disappointed. The bikini was sexy, but it hid too much. The voyeur in him wanted to see more. As his eyes wandered away from her face and over her body, he came upon a devilish plan. Sam decided that after Mark had left the store he would put his plan into motion.
Sales again were brisk and this pleased the three of them. Mark had returned to home for another round of physical sex with his wife. Late at night, as they lay exhausted in each others arms, they talked about the excitement each felt as Morgan displayed herself as the model.
Sam had stayed after the store closed to hatch his plan. He had removed the bikini from the mannequin and was working on removing just enough of the stitching around the hooks that would cause the suit to fall apart. He then added a few strategic stitches to reduce its size and make it tighter. It did not take him long to make the alterations and he very carefully replaced the suit onto the dummy. Stepping back, Sam looked up towards the ceiling, checking on the work he had done the other night. He was enjoying this. He was totally focused on Mark's wife.
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It was Saturday night and the 'trench coat lady' had come into the store and disappeared again. Sam was pleased, as Mark returned from the display window. Sam asked Mark to run the register, telling him that he needed to go back to his office.
Sam entered his back room, closed, and locked the door; making sure no one would interrupt him. Walking over to a small TV behind his desk, Sam flipped the 'on' switch and sat down. Slowly a picture appeared on the screen and in the middle of the picture was Morgan. She was in the Bettie Page wig and posed as she was the night before. Sam smiled to himself and reached over to turn the VCR to 'record mode'. He turned the TV picture off, got up and returned to the store floor.
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For some reason Mark was not able to obtain two copies of the bathing suit from Sam, so she had to share the one bikini with the dummy. Morgan had to move fast to remove the bikini from the mannequin and put it on herself before Mark could opened the window curtains.
Morgan had arrived naked under the trench coat taking the city bus, as she did the night before. She removed the suit from the dummy, handed the replica to Mark, and quickly put the bottoms on. Morgan finished dressing in the bikini and then noticed a problem. For some reason the bathing suit felt a bit tighter tonight. She tried to remember what she ate over the last twenty-four hours and decided that she needed to go back on her diet. She positioned herself in the sand, turned to her right and said to her husband, "I'm ready."
Mark smiled and slowly drew open the curtains, putting his wife on display again to the general public. Life was good, but the sex was even better, ever since they started this little game. He took one last look at her kneeling there and let his eye drift up to the window to catch the voyeurs waiting to take a peek. A little stiffness grew in his pants and he decided he needed to return to his job to get this growing problem under control.
Morgan enjoyed the prying eyes that were upon her now and slowly controlled each breath she was taking, realizing that the bathing suit did very little to hide the fact that she was a hot blooded real woman needing to breathe. She concentrated on each breath, making sure the air came in through her nose and into her rib cage slowly filling her chest, until she reversed the process and let the air flow out over her lips. She was pleased with herself; she did this well for the first half hour.
Once she had the breathing under control, this allowed her to concentrate on her admirers. This was a source of titillation for her, as she took in the wandering eyes. Morgan could almost feel their eyes caressing her skin as they moved over the window fantasy.
