On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2 - Sex Stories

On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2

For the remainder of the week, Nathan did not return to the store. Michelle sometimes doubted the entire bizarre proposal even took place and carried on with her usual routine. Though deeply in thought of the man, she didn't allow it to interfere with her regular schedule. She had been working some days, in addition to evenings, though was able to keep up with her studies and hide her employment from her parents, who forbade her to work while in school. The following Tuesday, Michelle was closing the store when Nathan appeared with a couple of shopping bags. She was happy to see him, though dismayed that he chose to arrive so late. "We're closing, I'm sorry," she offered. "No worries, I'll wait for you outside the store, if that's okay," he said. What did he have planned? she wondered. After closing the store, turning off the lights and locking the doors, she met him outside in the common area of the mall on a bench where he sat anxiously. Without a word, he thrust a plastic shopping bag, nodding for her to take it. Michelle took the bag, wondering what he had bought. She sat undecided for a moment, holding the bag on her lap, awkwardly exchanging looks with him and smiling shyly. "Well....?" he said finally, staring at her the whole time. "Look inside." Michelle reached into the plastic coated shopping bag, fumbling past the tissue paper wrapping and felt something soft and furry. Slowly, she pulled out a black cashmere cardigan with tiny pearl buttons. A pleasant ...

... surprise. Reaching further, she found a pair of black fishnet knee-high stockings and a black pleated skirt. "Wow," she said. "Are these for me?" "Yes they are. You're going to wear them for me," he stated, now in a firm voice. "Here," he said, handing over the second bag. Inside, Michelle found a pair of black stilettos. "Oh...," she responded. "I don't wear heels, not like these ones." She looked back at him and he quickly shot her a look of disappointment. "You'll wear them, and you'll like them, trust me," he said. Michelle felt a little uneasy about this situation, but nodded in quiet agreement. "Where would you like me to try them on?" she asked. "I...could find a public washroom..." "Let's go back into the store," he suggested. "It's closed, no one is in the change rooms." Michelle again nodded in agreement and returned to the front door to unlock it. She knew that her manager and the owner would frown on doing such a thing, and although she was an easy-going person, she did not want to risk being caught. Once in the store, Nathan motioned for her to lock the door from the inside; she complied. The store felt eerie without much light. In an unpredictable move, Nathan grabbed Michelle's elbow and took her to the back of the store and into the change rooms. Bright lights were switched on, making Michelle wince. "I don't know about this..." she began. "I want you to go in there," he instructed, pointing to one of the stalls with a full length mirror. The door to this change room ...