The boutique was quiet in the early morning light, the mall outside still empty, and the gates half-raised. Sarah unlocked the glass doors and flipped on the soft display lights, casting a warm glow over racks of sundresses, activewear, and lingerie. She was already dressed for the day—fitted blouse, pencil skirt, her dark hair pulled into a neat ponytail—looking every bit the confident manager.
Mia arrived right on time, pushing through the door with a nervous laugh. She was in her usual casual college outfit: jeans, a simple hoodie, and sneakers, her chin-length blonde bob slightly tousled from the drive over. At nineteen, she looked fresh-faced and adorable, freckles dusting her nose, blue eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
“You sure you want to do this?” Sarah asked, locking the door behind her. She leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a playful smile on her lips.
Mia rolled her eyes, but her cheeks pinked. “I lost the bet fair and square. You got a 98 on that psych midterm, I got an 89. Terms were clear: loser has to do whatever the winner wants for a whole day. You chose this mannequin thing, so here I am.”
Sarah chuckled. “And you’re okay with it? You’ll have to stay perfectly still, no talking, no moving. Customers might touch you—poke the fabric, adjust a strap, whatever—to see how the clothes look or feel. I’ll let it happen, just like we agreed. You good?”
Mia took a breath, nodding. “Yeah. I’m good. It’s just one day, and… honestly, the idea’s kind of exciting. I trust you.”
Sarah’s smile softened. “That’s my girl. And don’t worry—I’m the manager, so I gave the rest of the staff the day off. It’s a quiet weekday; the mall won’t get busy until later. Plenty of time to ease into it.”
She led Mia toward the back stockroom, where a pastel blue sundress hung on a rack, ready and waiting.
“First outfit’s simple and cute,” Sarah said. “You can change in here. When you’re ready, come out, and I’ll pose you in the front of the store. Store doesn’t open for another twenty minutes, so you can walk out normally. Once I flip the sign to ‘Open’ and you’re in position, game on—no breaking character.”
Mia laughed softly. “Got it.”
A few minutes later, she emerged from the back room, the flowy sundress draping perfectly over her petite, toned frame. The light fabric skimmed her slim waist and gentle hips, the modest V-neck hinting at the small, firm curve of her breasts beneath—she’d chosen not to wear a bra with this dress for a more natural look. The knee-length hem fluttered as she walked, showing off her smooth legs. She felt exposed already, even fully covered, the soft material brushing her skin with every step.
Sarah’s eyes lit up. “Perfect. You look adorable.”
She guided Mia to the raised pedestal in the front of the store, positioned her standing casually—arms relaxed at sides, weight on one hip, head tilted slightly with that frozen, inviting smile they’d practiced.
“Comfortable?” Sarah asked, adjusting a strap.
Mia nodded once, then stilled completely.
Sarah gave her a quick wink. “Last chance to back out.”
Mia held the pose, unwavering.
“Good girl,” Sarah whispered. She stepped back, admired her work, and then spritzed a light perfume on Mia’s neck for extra realism, the cool mist making Mia’s skin tingle. Then Sarah stepped away and headed to the door. She flipped the sign to “Open,” unlocked the gates fully, and turned on the soft background music.
The store was officially open.
For the first ten or fifteen minutes, it was quiet—just the hum of the mall waking up outside, a few early walkers passing the windows. Mia stood frozen on her pedestal, heart beating a little faster, feeling the cool air from the vents brush the hem of her dress. She could see her reflection in a nearby mirror: cute, innocent, on display.
Then the first customers walked in—a woman in her thirties, browsing for vacation clothes, accompanied by her boyfriend. The woman paused in front of Mia’s pedestal, eyes lighting up.
“Oh, this sundress is darling,” she said to Sarah, who greeted them with a smile.
“Isn’t it? The mannequin shows it off perfectly.”
The woman stepped closer, reaching out to touch the fabric at Mia’s waist, then gently twirling the hem between her fingers. “Feels so light. And the color is gorgeous.”
Mia felt the fingers graze her thigh through the thin material—innocent, curious—and a warm flush spread through her. The submission hit her all at once: she was an object now, on display, allowed to be touched.
The woman smiled and moved on to the racks, calling her boyfriend to join her. But he lingered, leaning in close to Mia’s neck, inhaling deeply. Mia could feel his warm breath against her flesh, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Damn, she smells good too,” he murmured, his hand reaching up to rest on her waist, fingers pressing lightly into the fabric over her hip. The touch was casual but intimate, making Mia’s pulse race.
“Honey, come look at this top!” his girlfriend called from across the store.
“Coming,” he replied, giving Mia’s waist a final squeeze before stepping back.
As he walked away, the electric thrill of being on display—of submitting to strangers’ touches—surged through Mia, making her feel alive, electric. She couldn’t hold it in; a small, involuntary moan escaped her lips.
The boyfriend paused, turning back with a puzzled frown. “Did you hear that?” he asked no one in particular, glancing at Mia. But she was frozen again, expression unchanged. He shook his head, shrugged, and joined his girlfriend.
Mia’s heart pounded. She realized she needed to be more disciplined—this was just the start, and the day was going to test her limits.
A little while later, with the store empty again, Sarah approached Mia’s pedestal, eyeing her with a mischievous grin. “First outfit’s a hit, but let’s ramp it up. How about something sexier? A red strapless sheath dress—tight, mid-thigh, perfect for showing off those curves. You ready for the change?”
Mia couldn’t respond, but Sarah took her stillness as agreement. “Right here in the store, then. It’s empty now—no one to see.”
Sarah began undressing her right on the pedestal, slipping the sundress over Mia’s head. Mia stood exposed in just her panties, her small firm breasts bare to the open air of the boutique. The thrill of public exposure hit her hard: even though the store was quiet, the front doors were unlocked, the mall visible outside. Anyone could walk in at any moment and see her like this—naked, vulnerable, on display. It sent a rush of adrenaline through her, her nipples hardening from the cool air and the excitement, her shaved pussy tingling with anticipation. She felt thrillingly alive, the risk making her wet already.
Sarah fetched the red dress from a nearby rack and slid it over Mia’s head, the form-hugging strapless fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. Mid-thigh length with a side split, a hint of her nipples visible through the stretchy material without a bra. Sarah adjusted it smoothly, her hands brushing Mia’s skin teasingly.
“Gorgeous,” Sarah said, repositioning Mia into a standing pose again—hands on hips slightly, one leg forward through the split. “This’ll invite some good touches.”
Mia held the pose, her body buzzing from the exposure.
The store stayed quiet for a few more minutes, but soon the same couple from earlier returned from the dressing area, the woman holding a few items.
“Ooh, love the red on her,” the woman said, eyeing Mia as she approached the pedestal. “Was this just changed? It wasn’t red before.”
Sarah nodded. “Fresh display—perfect timing.”
The woman smiled, reaching out to glide her hand along Mia’s stomach, feeling the fabric. “So smooth and tight.”
Her boyfriend stepped closer, his eyes lingering. “Yeah, fits like a glove. Mind if I…?”
Sarah smiled. “Go ahead—feel the material.”
He reached out, sliding his hand along her thigh through the side split, fingers tracing slowly, inching upward toward her inner thigh. Standing in front of her, he then grabbed her ass firmly with one hand, giving a solid butt squeeze, while his other hand moved up to cup and grab one of her small breasts through the dress.
“God, this mannequin feels so real,” he called to his girlfriend, who had moved a few steps away to look at another rack.
She laughed dismissively. “Stop being silly and come over here!”
He gave Mia’s breast a final squeeze before stepping back, grinning.
Mia’s arousal built intensely from the gropes, her submission making her feel electric, her pussy aching. The day was heating up fast.
With a few customers browsing the store, Sarah approached the pedestal again. “Time for the next change—something bolder. A micro bikini this time. It’ll really put you on display.”
She looked around, spotting a handsome, strong-looking man browsing nearby. “Excuse me,” Sarah called with a smile. “You look strong—mind helping me carry the mannequin to the back for a quick change? She’s heavier than she looks.”
He chuckled, setting down the shirt he was holding. “Sure, happy to help.”
Thinking Mia was just a regular mannequin, he stepped up to the pedestal and grabbed her around the waist from the front. She was much smaller than he, her petite frame easy for his strong arms—he lifted her effortlessly, her body pressed briefly against his chest as he carried her to the back room.
In the stockroom, Sarah smiled gratefully. “Thanks so much. Could you help undress her while I grab the next outfit? You can reposition her body if needed to make it easier.”
He nodded, setting Mia down standing. He gently moved her arms down to her sides, then stood behind her to unzip the red strapless dress slowly. The sound of the zipper moving down her back inch by inch, pulled by a stranger, sent an exciting rush through Mia. He came around to her front, clearly ogling her beautiful body as he peeled the dress away, letting it slide down her toned figure. Her small, firm breasts were revealed first, nipples hardening under his intense stare, the dress pooling at her feet.
Sarah popped her head back in. “Thanks! Oh, wait—I realize I forgot something. I’ll be right back. Just keep an eye on her?”
She slipped out, leaving them alone.
He picked Mia up again easily and sat her on the edge of a nearby table. He paused for a moment, staring at her exposed body. “Holy crap, I can’t believe this is a mannequin,” he muttered to himself, voice thick with disbelief.
Then he gently reached out with one hand for her thigh, his touch tentative at first. But as his fingers traced higher, animal instincts took over—both hands now rubbing her thighs firmly as he spread her legs wide. He slowly peeled her panties off her body, exposing her shaved pussy fully.
His finger returned, grazing her bare pussy for the first time—the raw, direct touch on her sensitive, slick folds sent an electric jolt through Mia, her clit throbbing instantly from the intimate contact.
“Wow, look how sexy this mannequin is,” he murmured, voice low with surprise and arousal.
He leaned in, touching her softly at first, then kissing her inner thighs before his mouth found her core. His tongue licked slowly, then more eagerly, swirling over her clit and delving inside. Mia’s challenge was immense—waves of pleasure built as he devoured her, her body trembling inwardly, desperate to stay silent and still. She fought every urge to moan or buck, biting back the sounds as the orgasm crashed over her intensely, her pussy clenching and wetting his tongue while she remained frozen like an object.
Sarah returned just as he finished, pulling back with a satisfied grin. She saw the scene, noted Mia’s glistening wetness, and smiled knowingly. Before dressing her, Sarah wiped Mia’s pussy gently with her hand to clean up, then leaned in close to whisper in her ear, so he wouldn’t hear, “Good girl.”
She asked him to help dress Mia in the micro bikini—tiny triangle top and minimal string bottoms in a tropical print. His hands lingered on her body as he helped tie the strings securely, fingers brushing her nipples and grazing her shaved pussy teasingly during adjustments.
Then he carried her back out effortlessly, helping Sarah pose her standing on the pedestal with one leg up on a low display step.
Back in the store, Sarah held a bottle of lotion in her hand, applying a small amount to Mia’s exposed skin for added shine. A curious male customer noticed and asked about it. Sarah, standing nearby, explained it was just a hydration lotion to keep the display looking fresh, and after a brief conversation, she invited him to help apply more, reminding him gently, “Make sure you get every inch for the best effect.” She suggested he call his friend over, too.
The two guys pumped lotion into their hands and started slowly, rubbing it along her arms, legs, and stomach first, building gradually as their hands grew bolder—sliding under the tiny top to play with her nipples, massaging her back and ass thoroughly. One guy positioned behind her, massaging her breasts firmly, while the other stood in front, his hand moving inside her bikini bottom to slide a finger into her wet, shaved pussy.
“Whoa, she even has a pussy—and it feels so damn real,” the front guy said, pumping slowly.
After a few moments, he moved away. “Let’s go—we have to catch the movie.”
The second guy said he wanted to try it. “Hold on, man—just a sec.” His finger went in deeper, his hand cupping her pussy fully as he started really working her, thrusting and rubbing her clit aggressively.
“Come on, dude, we’re gonna be late,” his friend called.
As the guys walked away, Mia’s body shivered from another intense orgasm. The second guy commented, “Dude, I swear I felt her pussy tighten around my finger.”
His friend joked, “Yeah, right—you couldn’t even make your slutty girlfriend cum if you tried.”
Sarah returned to the pedestal, glancing at Mia’s flushed skin with a knowing smile. “I can see how much you’re enjoying this,” she whispered teasingly.
She changed outfits right there in the open store, stripping the bikini fully and leaving Mia exposed for longer—her naked body on display as a few browsing customers watched curiously from afar. The public nudity sent another thrilling wave through Mia, her arousal evident.
Sarah slipped on the short black cocktail dress with flared petticoat skirt and low-cut bodice. She positioned Mia in a seated pose on a low bench, legs slightly apart.
Soon, a middle-aged woman in a sundress approached, admiring the outfit. She lifted the petticoat playfully, revealing Mia’s bare, shaved pussy. “Oh my, going commando today? Cheeky choice for a mannequin,” she said with a wink and a laugh.
Spotting the chakra wand on a nearby display, she picked it up. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these,” she murmured. “Let’s test this out.”
She slowly rubbed it along Mia’s thigh, tracing teasing circles higher and higher, building anticipation. When she reached Mia’s pussy, she teased it gently along the outer lips first, brushing her clit lightly before finally inserting the smooth wand slowly, pumping it with increasing rhythm.
The woman’s own sundress shifted as her other hand disappeared underneath, pleasuring herself—her breathing quickening, face flushing deeper with arousal, soft gasps escaping as she synced her movements with the wand’s thrusts.
The shared intensity built gradually, pleasure mounting in waves until they both came together—the woman moaning softly, Mia shivering silently in ecstasy.
The woman pulled the wand out, licked it clean with a satisfied sigh, and put it back. She leaned in, giving Mia a soft kiss on the lips before straightening her dress and leaving the store, pausing to say, “Thank you, my dear.”
Sarah approached once more, hanging the sheer white babydoll lingerie in front of Mia while undressing her from the cocktail dress. Mia’s eyes fixed on it—the translucent fabric that would hide nothing, the front split revealing her full body, and the single strand of pearls for “panties” that would barely conceal her shaved pussy, leaving her nearly naked and utterly exposed.
Sarah whispered close, “You’ve done such a great job today—the day’s almost over, and I saved the best for last.”
She dressed Mia carefully, the babydoll flowing over her body with the pearl strand grazing her shaved pussy teasingly, then posed her lying down on a low wall display—right leg bent up, left leg straight, right arm behind her head pushing her small breasts out invitingly.
A younger man wandered by, his hands tracing her breasts and sliding along her bent leg, fingers lingering near her inner thigh.
Then a middle-aged woman came by, touching the pearls curiously—her fingers gently rubbing Mia’s pussy through the strands, sending sparks of pleasure.
Finally, an older, handsome man approached, admiring her openly. Sarah walked up beside him. “It’s amazing how real they look, right?”
He nodded, eyes wide. “Oh yeah, I’ve never seen a mannequin like this before.”
Sarah smiled slyly. “Want to know the secret?”
“Sure,” he said, intrigued.
“They’re made by a company that also makes companion dolls.”
He paused, processing. “You mean… sex dolls?”
“Yes,” Sarah confirmed.
He fumbled his words a bit. “Have you ever, I mean… has anyone…?”
Sarah knew what he was asking. “No, but if you’d like to try—the store is about to close soon anyway.” They looked at each other, the air charged. “That is, if you’d like to test it out for yourself.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice husky.
“Of course! Just give me a minute to close up the shop.”
He stood over her as Sarah stepped away, his hand slowly tracing along her body—from her pushed-out breasts down her stomach to the pearl strand. Mia’s anticipation built unbearably—knowing he was going to fuck her, the inevitability making her pussy ache with need, heart racing at the thought of being used completely.
Sarah returned and asked for his help. They carried Mia behind a counter. The lights were dimmed. Sarah positioned her bent over the counter, facing the front of the store, spreading Mia’s legs wide. “Here you go—she’s all yours.”
Mia heard the words, feeling utterly exposed in the position—ass up, pussy open, on display.
“You mean right here?” he asked.
“Sure, with the counter here, nobody will know what you’re doing—most people have already left the mall anyway. Why don’t I give you some privacy?”
Sarah walked away. The sound of a zipper filled the air, his hands gripped her hips, her eyes closed in anticipation as his cock pressed against her entrance. He entered her slowly, filling her completely—she felt every inch stretching her, the fullness overwhelming as he bottomed out, his thickness pressing against her inner walls.
He moaned deeply, starting with slow thrusts, building rhythm as he savored her tightness. Mia opened her eyes and saw a young man standing by the window, looking in—he must know what was happening. She was on display, being fucked by a stranger in public while another watched. She had never felt so turned on in her life, desperately wanting to push back against his cock but keeping up the act, staying frozen.
He fucked her hard, his pace quickening, hands pulling her hips back to meet each deep thrust, the slap of skin echoing. His cock hit her deepest spots relentlessly, waves of pleasure crashing as her orgasm built and ripped through her, clenching around him without a sound. He used her like a sex doll, and she loved it—the sound of his hips slamming into her forcibly filling the store.
She felt his cock stiffen, his rhythm faltering as he drove deeper, exploding inside her, hot cum filling her in pulsing waves. He gave a few final pumps before zipping up and leaving the store, leaving her spread out, cum dripping down her thighs.
Sarah returned. “You did it—you can stand up now.”
Looking at each other, Sarah asked softly, “Did you enjoy it?”
Mia, still buzzing and barely speaking, nodded eagerly.
Sarah looked down at her pussy, wiped up some cum on her finger, and put it in Mia’s mouth. “Good girl. Now it’s my turn.”
She pulled Mia down to the floor and licked her pussy clean, tongue delving deep and making her cum again hard.
Then Sarah stripped and moved on top, intertwining their legs so their wet pussies pressed against each other. Sarah ground against her slowly at first, their slick folds mashing together, clits sliding and rubbing with delicious friction. The pressure built as Sarah’s hips rolled harder, grabbing Mia’s breasts and pinching her nipples while kissing her deeply—tongues intertwining, moans escaping both. Mia finally vocalized, letting out desperate gasps and cries she’d held in all day, her voice breaking free as the grinding intensified, their bodies slick and hot.
They came together in shuddering waves, Mia screaming her release, bodies trembling in unison.
Sarah collapsed onto Mia in the afterglow, whispering, “This was the best bet ever.”