"Hey, aren't you the mannequin from the lingerie shop a couple doors down?" I knew exactly what she was, but figured this was the safest way to open the conversation.

"Yes, you've noticed me?" She looks surprised, like she wasn't in the window for the express purpose of being noticed.

"Of course I have, you look gorgeous in whatever you're dressed in, and a pretty lady in lingerie is always worth a look."

She gives me an apprehensive look, "do you noticed me and not what I'm displaying.

I chuckle, "I guess that's a way to see it. I don't have much use for lingerie myself, so I see it as decoration for the woman wearing it, not the other way around."

"But I'm a mannequin," she protests, "I'm supposed to make the clothing look good."

"And you do," I reassure her, "there are just people like me who notice the mannequin more than the clothes. Tell me, how long have you been with the store?"

"I signed a contract a couple of weeks ago, and they inserted my stand last week. I've been on display for a few days, after a stint in storage with 'orientation headphones' on."

"Orientation headphones?" I ask, but know full well what they are.

"Oh? That don't do that here?" She seems surprised, "they help get a new mannequin ready for the job. Make us less anxious about not being able to move and helps us get comfortable showing off whatever we're dressed in."

"Well they did a good job of it, do you even notice your tits are on display?" I finally point it out to her, I've had a hard time keeping my eyes on her face.

"I know. My merchandiser sent me over here like this, said there's someone who wants to meet me and she'd appreciate me looking like this. He also said I won't get in trouble for it because a naked mannequin is just another sight in a mall."

"Well your merchandiser was right, I do appreciate this look." I give her a warm smile, and I swear a blush rose to her pale cheeks. "And now I'll take advantage of some of the programming your orientation instilled in you. At attention!" She stands straight and rigid, but manages to turn her head towards me a bit.

"What is this?"

"You signed an after-hours fucktoy contract. All the mannequins at that store did, even if they didn't realize it. I'm lucky enough to be your first customer." I wander over and run my fingers over her featureless breasts, creating a lovely clicking sound of plastic on plastic as they make contact.

"I know I'm meant for fucking, but you're a mannequin too! How did you rent me?"

"I'm a free mannequin. I own this store, and I decided to make it my whole life. I'm doing very well for myself too, and like to buy out the contracts of mannequins whose company enjoy." I cover her lips with mine before she can respond with words. Her tongue tells me she likes what I'm doing though.

We break the kiss and she's the first to speak up, "would I still be up for rent?"

I laugh, "you're getting ahead of yourself. I haven't decided I want you yet. But yes, or no. Only if you want to be."

This time she laughs, "let me move and I'll show you why you'll want me."

"I like that confidence. Let me take you to the back, and you can have your job interview."

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