Window Display Ch. 04

[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.

This story is entered into the Literotica On The Job 2025 story challenge.]

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The mall was empty. Behind her, Carine could hear Magda and Walker talking, the older woman giving her shop manager instructions at the close of business. After a few moments, she heard the click of heels passing her frozen body, and then Walker appeared in front of the display window. She cast a quick look back at Carine then hurried away across the polished floor.

"Finally." Magda's voice came from directly behind Carine. "Yeah, she's gone. You on your way?"

A tiny voice, and then Magda replied, "Cool, yeah, the coast is clear. See you in five."

There was a pause, and then the blind began to lower, shielding Carine from passers-by at last. Magda stepped into her field of view.

She was shorter than Carine, darker, brown eyes that would have been lovely except for the stony expression on her face.

"Mr. Terrin wants to meet you, bitch," Magda smirked. "He isn't happy."

She brushed a hand up Carine's cocktail dress, her fingers investigating the plunging v-neck, questing under the black fabric. Carine felt a fingernail on the underside of her left breast, a single point working its way up to her vulnerable nipple. Magda squeezed, just enough to be painful.

"It's so weird. That little device turned you into a mannequin, but you're still so soft. It's like you're just standing there, pretending."

The pressure on her nipple increased, but Carine was unable to move.

"But you're not pretending, are you?"

Suddenly, the agonising pressure was released and Magda stepped away, smiling brightly.

"Mr. Terrin," she called out.

"Magda," a man's voice replied. "So, is this her?"

Mr. Terrin made a slow circle, then stopped in front of Carine. He was tall, Walker's age, with silvering hair and a tanned, strong face. He was dressed in a suit, his tie done up tight. Pale grey eyes surveyed her, and she felt a little thrill.

"She's cute."

"I thought you might like her," Magda purred. "Sir."

"We're alone now. You can drop the Sir."

He scrutinised Carine closely, then turned his attention to Magda again.

"I know, Sir," Magda replied, smiling coyly.

Mr. Terrin shook his head. "How were the takings today?"

"Up. A long way up. Like it's Christmas."

"All because of her?" The grey eyes locked onto Carine again. "I see. I suppose Walker's ecstatic?"

"Your wife's very happy. She thinks it's saved the business."

"Ex-wife. We're not in the business of saving the business, Magda. We're in the business of selling the business, and if sales are through the roof, she'll never sell."

Magda remained silent. Mr. Terrin turned back to her. "I need her to sell her half. You know what you need to do."

The big man reached out, gathering Magda's hair in his fist. She strained a little, looking up at him.

"I want control of the brand. I want Walker out. You'll do that for me. You want me to make you my partner, right?"

Magda stared at him, like a rabbit in the headlights. "I want to be your partner, Sir," she replied in a tiny voice, then added, "Daddy."

"That's right, babygirl. Make Daddy happy."

Magda seemed to sag, sinking to her knees under his withering gaze. Carine's mind reeled at the implications. The dark-haired woman fumbled with Mr. Terrin's pants, extracting his manhood. She looked up at him with doe eyes and gently took him into her mouth. He ran a hand through her hair.

"Good girl. You're making me very happy. You know what you need to do, don't you?"

Magda nodded in affirmation, taking all of his erection into her mouth with a practiced ease. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily.

"When I'm sitting there in the office, I'll let you do this whenever you like. Once you've got the deal done. Okay?"

Magda popped off the tip of his cock with a soft slurping noise. "Yes, Sir," she murmured.

Mr. Terrin held her head with both hands and slid his shaft down the kneeling woman's throat, over and over. Magda made little gagging sounds, but didn't pull away, letting Walker's ex-husband face fuck her. The cold, grey eyes turned to Carine's immobile form, glinting.

"And you," he muttered. "Walker thinks this gimmick is going to save the business. She doesn't know quite how fucked she is."

Unable to look away, Carine stared into his eyes as he thrust his cock forcefully into the store manager's mouth. He grunted once, and below them both, Magda made a retching noise as he filled her mouth with cum. He looked down.

"Swallow it all, babygirl. Don't spill a drop."

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Telia visited every couple of day for the first few weeks. After that, her best friend's appearances became further and further apart. Lately, she'd brought a guy with her, holding hands with him in front of Carine's window. She looked happy. Then, one week she didn't visit at all.

Carine stared out at the mall from behind the glass. The crowds that had come to see the woman who had been turned into a store mannequin had dispersed, and now she warranted the occasional look from a passer-by. Carine's body had been placed in suspended animation by a little black square embedded in the back of her next. The technology behind it was so advanced it was almost science fiction. Turning a living, breathing woman into an inert statute was an incredible feat of innovation.

But, they'd all seen it now. Carine in a boutique window was just another thing to look at in the mall. The novelty had worn off.

Walker was fretting about it too. Carine could hear her in discussion with Magda, talking in low tones.

"The weekly sales are down," Walker said.

"We got the rise after the girl went in."

"But they're down again. The profit's down too."

"It's the high rate of returns."

"Why? The clothes aren't defective."

"People buy two or three, take them home, keep one and then return the rest. You know how it is."

There was silence for a moment, and an exhalation of breath.

"The returns are killing us. It's out of season when they come back, and then we have to discount. The profit margins are... uh, we're selling at cost."

"I don't know what else to tell you. The summer range, hike the prices up, maybe. More margin."

"Less sales. Look, let's get her in swimwear. She's costing a small fortune, let's put her to work."

That seemed to be the end of the conversation, with one pair of high heels clicking away across the floor. Magda appeared. She was smiling.

"Yeah, you're costing her a small fortune, bitch," Magda muttered. "I don't even have to ramp up the returns as much anymore. You're putting her out of business almost all by yourself."

Magda raised her hand, dangling bright red material in front of Carine's face. Carefully, she turned the garments to show Carine what she was holding. Carine stared mildly back at her, but deep inside she convulsed in horror. Magda was holding up a red thong bikini that would leave very little to the imagination.

"I hope you shaved."

With that, Magda disappeared again, leaving Carine to contemplate her fate. The vindictive, treacherous store manager was going to pose Carine nearly nude for the world to see and there was nothing Carine could do about it.

The rest of the afternoon dragged by, and then finally the mall closed. Magda got to work immediately, lowering the blind and then disassembling the rest of the display. After a while, Walker appeared, tutting.

"You don't like it?" Magda asked, indignantly.

"It's not really screaming beach," Walker countered.

"Beach umbrella. Towels. Look, cocktail glass, like you said. Should I get a beach ball too?"

There was an edge to her voice, mocking. Walker seemed to sag. "Tell you what, I'll do it. You can go home."

"I'm happy to do it, just tell me what you want."

"No, it's okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

Magda nodded. "Okay, if that's what you want. See ya tomorrow, then."

She disappeared from Carine's field of view, and after a few moments Walker let out a long sigh.

"This is so fucked," she murmured, her head drooping.

Carine contemplated the older woman. Walker was dressed immaculately, as usual, still in high heels after a full day on her feet. But, her cheeks were drawn, little lines at the corners of her eyes. She looked up and Carine could see the defeat.

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked, then smiled woefully to herself. "Of course you can. You're such a good listener. Hah. In fact, I think you're the only one who listens around here."

Walker grimaced, rubbing her eyes. "And I'm talking to a frozen girl. I must be going to pieces. It's all over in the blink of an eye for you, just another tap on that device and it's half a year gone and a paycheck, and interviews lined up, and more exposure than you can imagine, and everything I say is ignored because there's no-one home is there? No pulse, no breath, no thoughts, just nothing."

Walker reached out and cupped Carine's cheek gently.

"How wonderful that would be, to just be frozen and wake up six months later with all your problems solved. Want to switch places?"

Her thumb traced Carine's cheekbone and Carine squirmed deep inside at the delicate touch of the beautiful woman in front of her.

"If only you knew." Walker began to undress her.

Carine felt hands on her body, then the cocktail dress pooling around her feet.

"I complain about my feet hurting, but you've been in those heels for weeks. I'm sorry about this, it's a little low-end to dress you up like this, but Magda thinks it's for the best. It's certainly exposure."

Walker held up the tiny red bikini, then looked down Carine's body. She frowned. "I'm going to need to deal with that. Don't go anywhere."

She left Carine standing naked in the display window, protected from view by the lowered blind. Carine imagined that blind rising, revealing her nudity to the public. She wouldn't be able to duck out of the way or cover herself up; she would just stand there while people gawped. The idea of all those eyes on her set alight something deep inside the frozen woman. It would be terrible and awful and at the same time deeply arousing: the idea that Walker would have done it, to be put on display by the beautiful, bold fashion designer as a statement, something about revealing the inner person. Carine desperately wanted to be Walker's grand statement. She would wear the tiny red bikini proudly, like a pro, like the supermodel she was destined to be.

Walker returned with a bowl of water and a washcloth.

"Hold still, this won't take long."

She knelt down at Carine's feet. Carine braced herself for the contact.

Walker was delicate, fingertips grazing the space between Carine's hips, running through her pubic hair. She began to snip away, grooming the frozen woman. It was almost too much to bear.

Carine stared straight ahead, the same vacant smile on her face, as her body seethed at Walker's touch. After weeks of standing in the same position, craving any contact, she was now being explored in the most intimate way by the older woman. Carine felt a tension in her core, stoked by the lightest touch of Walker's fingers as she tidied the hair. The washcloth dampened her, and then a blade was pressed to her skin, fingertips manipulating her pussy lips to get a clean line for the shave.

Carine wanted to gasp. She needed to cry out, as the orgasm built up within her. Surely Walker could sense her arousal? Surely she could detect the musk of her moistness? But the woman kneeling before her carried on her work, oblivious to the ecstasy her touch was bringing to the helpless woman. Carine felt the surge at last, after weeks of neglect, teetering on the brink of a long-awaited climax, felt that fire in her core, and welcomed her orgasm.

Except, it never came.

Walker shifted her attention, grooming the other side of Carine's nether lips, and the desperate urge to cum simply intensified. Being frozen somehow magnified any touch, after so long starved of all attention, and she built further and further, way past the point that she should have been a quivering mess, with no end in sight. The suspended animation field had frozen her body completely, making her unable to orgasm, forcing her to endure the agony of riding the edge of her climax. She was trapped inside her own skin.

At last it was over, and she felt herself being dressed in the tiny red bikini. Her skin was burning from what had been done to her, but Walker didn't notice anything amiss. Carine was forced to stand perfectly still while Walker arranged the rest of the display around her, with the feeling of being left on the brink of an explosive orgasm. The feeling wasn't fading, either, and when Walker was finally ready to pose her, it felt like hours had passed.

Carine was given the cocktail glass to hold, sunglasses perched on her head, hand on one hip. She felt naked and horny and out of control. Walker fussed with her hair and then stepped back to admire her work.

"Sorry," she said. "I feel like this is exploitation. I know a thing or two about exploitation."

Walker turned to go, but then she hesitated.

"Everyone loves a beautiful girl, you know? I remember that, being your age, doing the circuit. We all hung out together, did all the shows. It was amazing."

Walker patted Carine's shoulder. She looked sad, suddenly.

"It doesn't last forever. Just when you aren't looking, you meet someone, and it's love. Then, she goes and breaks your heart. This is a contact sport, you know? You need to have armour around your heart."

Walker's eyes were bright and moist. She blinked rapidly.

"Then you make a mistake and settle, you do the right thing. You do what's expected of you and find a husband, and you think you're happy, but then suddenly it's twenty years later and he doesn't want you anymore. Imagine that, huh? Being last season. Suddenly, on the discount rack." Walker laughed harshly. "Returned goods."

Walker searched Carine's eyes, as if looking for something, a spark of understanding. But Carine stared vacantly back at her. Walker closed the gap, touching her lips to Carine's, breaking off as quickly as she'd started.

"What the fuck am I doing?" she hissed to herself, and then she was gone.

A few moments later the lights turned off and Carine heard the door lock. In the silence, in the darkness of the vacant store, she was left abandoned. A perfect model, smiling happily in her swimwear, ready for the start of a summer that she would never see, aching for one more second of human contact.

One more touch of Walker's lips to hers.

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[Next chapter: Magda lays a trap, and there's nothing that Carine can do to stop her.

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