Katie becomes a naked Mannequin the 1 ^st week.

Katie’s Life Changes Part 19

Katie goes on tour as a naked live mannequin.

This story is a continuation of Katie’s life story following on from ‘Katie parties with Alain’s sisters’

Katie is a young woman in her mid-twenties, who lives with her boyfriend Alain, in a separate apartment within her parent’s house. For most of her life the very tall slim Katie who has a flat chest, was afraid to show her body, but that has all changed, and she has become an exhibitionist in recent months, as well as losing her virginity to Alain. Her mother Diane was very strict about Katie’s social life, until she ran away from home naked, prompting a new relationship between them. Katie and Alain recently started working for her father Marc’s business. Since then Katie had shaved her hair off to help a sick work colleague.

This is a fictional story, where all characters are fictional, and are over 18 years of age. It is set in a fictional city in Western Europe. The names, dialogue, incidents and plot are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

Comments are very much appreciated.

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The days leading up to my six weeks working as a live mannequin seemed to pass very quickly. I had to do a lot of things at work to prepare for my absence, and tidy up loose ends of things that would leave them finished. I would still have contact with my work through email, but would not be able to answer phone calls during normal work hours.

I already had another modelling gig to do even before, my six weeks as a mannequin finished. On Saturday nights, I was going to go be a naked dancer at a night club. I was going to be paired up with, an equally naked and bald male dancer. I would be on stage for about four hours each night. At least my dancing was unimportant, as I had not done anything like that before. The nightclub over two hours from home, but I had a hotel to stay in at the end of the night. The good thing was, Alain would be able to join me for those trips.

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About a week before I was due to go on the mannequin tour, I had to do a clothes fitting to make sure everything fitted properly. That went well with a few small adjustments. It was at that stage, I began to really think about what was ahead of me. I began to feel a bit apprehensive, about being away from home on my own for so long. How would I manage standing naked all day, without Alain to satisfy my needs later on, especially for a whole week? I realised I would be like a crazed woman in need of sexual satisfaction. I hoped I had enough ‘toys’ to help me, but there is nothing like having a man (or maybe a woman) who knows how to satisfy me. I would spend the rest of the week, with my mind all over the place.

Late on Friday I got a call from Steffi, making sure I was okay and good to go. I was due to take a three hour train journey on the Sunday evening to the city where the tour was starting. I sensed something was wrong, and I asked was everything ready, and did I need to do anything. I knew from Steffi’s voice she was worried about something. Then she said.

“Katie, I don’t want you wearing any sort of high heeled shoes, flat shoes only from now on.”

“Don’t worry, I normally don’t wear heels anyway, is something wrong?”

“Andrea went over on her ankle on a cat walk today, and she will be on crutches for the next six weeks.”

“Oh…no, I’m sorry to hear that, how is she?”

Andrea was one of the two other girls that were meant to be modelling with me for the next six weeks.

“She’s upset and her ankle is badly swollen, apparently one of the heels on the high stiletto shoes she was wearing snapped and down she went. She was really looking forward to the next six weeks as well, and I have worked with her before.”

“Will that upset what I am doing on Monday?”

“It will cause a few changes, as getting another model that is bald and prepared to spend the day naked, will be difficult at short notice. We will have to compromise, but I think there will be only you and Simone on Monday.”

We ended the conversation shortly after. I suspected I was going to have to change some of the outfits, I was due to wear. Each model was due to have their own different clothes, displaying different styles and ranges.

I was being super careful for the rest of the weekend, as I didn’t want an injury as well. I had never met Andrea, but we did have a video meeting earlier in the week, and I felt we could have got along quite well. The other girl Simone I was not so sure about. She was a glamour model, and still had her long blond hair, which she said, was coming off later in the week. On Saturday morning I went to get my nails done and an all over spray tan. I also did my packing on Saturday, although there was not much to pack, as I was going to be given clothes from the store’s range to wear outside of work hours. I surprised myself with how little I needed to bring, a few pairs of shoes my swimming gear, toiletries, underwear, socks, a raincoat, laptop and that was it.

Sunday was time for Alain and I together, as I would not see him again until late on Friday. I had to leave mid-afternoon on Sunday, for the three hour train journey, which involved one change. I could have used our car, but I wanted to leave it with Alain, in case we got an opportunity to meet up during the week.

When I got to the hotel Steffi was there to greet me. She gave me a big hug, the first time we had done that. I felt she was really glad to see me. We went to my hotel room where I was due to stay for two nights.

“We have to make a few changes, for what you will wear tomorrow. Would you be able to wear some of what Andrea was due to wear? I know you won’t be able to wear her pants, but hopefully you will manage a lot of her wardrobe. To allow for that you will have to shorten the time wearing each item.”

“I’ll give it a go and see what fits.”

On the bed were two large suitcases with all the clothes I was due to wear the next day. I had to try them all on just to make sure and go through the sequence of which clothes when. Most of Andrea’s wardrobe fitted with the exception of the three pairs of pants she was due to wear. There were a few tops that did not suit me because my lack of boobs as well. We worked out how I would dress and undress, as this was all due to take place in the shop window, or in an area on the shop floor.

I met Lynda who was our makeup artist, along with numerous other tasks. She was going to be with us for the whole tour. She seemed to be doing multiple jobs, including looking after our modelling wardrobe, managing the details of hotel bookings and other logistical things. Steffi was planning on spending the next day searching for a replacement for Andrea. It was getting late when the three of us headed for dinner, but Steffi was a bit annoyed as Simone had failed to appear, when she should have. To make matters worse Simone was not answering her phone. At dinner I felt more relaxed and was able to get to know Lynda a bit better. She told me most of her work involves actors on film sets, and like this job can end up doing all sorts of things, especially if it’s a low budget affair.

As we finished our dinner Simone appeared, with her blond hair still very much attached. She was demanding her dinner despite being over three hours late, and the chef was tidying up as he prepared to leave. She got some food and took her time eating. I sensed Steffi was not at all happy with Simone. Lynda and I headed off to take some rest and get ready for bed. I was on my own, although we could share if we wanted to. I wanted to get to know the others before I shared, as the company could be good, but it also has its downsides.

Monday morning was an early start as it was the first morning. I had breakfast with Steffi and Lynda where we discussed the plan for the day. As we finished a sleepy looking Simone appeared. I went showered and Lynda joined me to do my makeup and deal with any blemishes on my skin. I was slowly warming to her the more I got to know her. She was divorced and the oldest member of the team in her mid-forties, with a son in college, and a daughter who was planning on following a career in the beauty business as well. Once finished preparation, I wore a simple dress and nothing else for the short journey to the fashion store. Lynda did not have time to finish Simone’s preparations before we had to leave meaning she might be ready in time for the shop opening. Steffi sat in the front passenger seat while Lynda drove. I noticed Steffi furiously typing on her phone while we travelled.

Once we parked we headed straight for a back entrance into the store, we were running late and only had about thirty minutes to get everything organised for the day. I was going to spend the first hour in the window. I was to start with only a jacket on followed, by pencil skirt and then a button up ‘V’ neck blouse. All three items were typical of what you might see women wearing in an office. I got them ready as Lynda was trying to get Simone ready. She was complaining about everything that Lynda did. I had visions of being the only model there before the day was over as I watched what was happening. I had all my clothes prepared for the first two hours. My first lot were on a stand in the window discretely positioned, while I had those for the second hour ready to be brought out when the time came.

I was ready to go, sitting in a storage room, in my robe five minutes before the store was due to open. I had a little time to think about what lay ahead for the day, when Steffi came over to me.

“Katie, are you ready?”

“I hope so; I think I have all prepared for the first few hours.”

“I haven’t had a chance to talk to you, with all the other things going on, so good luck today, I know you will be able to manage, but if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask. I’ll talk to you later.”

I stood up soon after the shop opened. I waited to take off the robe. Simone was still not ready, as Lynda tried to satisfy Simone’s demands; I thought she was being very unreasonable with her antics.

Once the time came I took off my robe and hung it up. I was stark naked the only thing I was wearing was the jewellery in my various piercings. I strode up one of the shop aisles as some of the early customers looked stunned as I walked past them. I walked to the shop window and stood still in it for a few minutes. I was able to glance around and it did not take long for a small crowd to gather just outside the window. I was the centre of attention as the crowd began to increase in size. I already felt a little tingle of excitement in my lady parts, as I stood between a naked mannequin and one dressed in the suit I was going to wear in parts over the next hour.

I turned and picked the jacket off its hanger before putting it on. It had no lapels and no visible buttons. There were two press studs on straps inside the jacket if you wanted to close it. I left it open. To top it off I would wear a bobbed brunette wig for the next hour. It was clear to anyone looking at me that I was completely naked under the jacket. It was fun watching the people watching me; I wished I could hear what they were saying, as it can be interesting getting their reactions, on seeing a naked body in a place where they don’t expect it.

There was still no sign of Simone, I thought she should have appeared by then, but no, there must have been a delay of some sort. I heard her eventually arrive to stand on a low platform behind me. I could not see her, as I was looking out onto the street but I could hear her as she demanded something from Lynda. How Lynda had the patience to deal with her I didn’t know.

It was soon time for me to change so I took off the jacket and hung it up behind me; I got a quick glimpse of Simone as I did so. She was wearing blue pants from what I suspected was a trouser suit and her silicone enhanced boobs were on display. They looked like two large melons on her chest; while she had a solemn expression on her face, and she didn’t look happy. I turned to face my audience in all my naked glory. It increased as I stood naked in front of them. If they wanted to see what a tall naked woman looked like, I was happy to oblige.

I turned and took the skirt off the hanger. I had to step into it and pull it up my legs over my butt and then zipped it up behind me. It came a little more than half way down to my knees, whereas a similar skirt on the mannequin beside me; came almost to its knees. For some reason I did not feel as comfortable standing there topless. While I am proud of my flat chest, it just didn’t feel right. I changed my pose a few times but I couldn’t get comfortable. It would not be long until I was due to take it off. I took off the skirt and turned round to hang it up.

When I turned round I could see Simone was wearing a long sleeved button up blouse something similar to what I was due to wear shortly. She was naked from the waist down and stood with her legs crossed hiding her lady parts completely. I thought it strange for a glamour model, who had lots of naked pictures of her, to be found on the internet. I turned back to the audience I had gathered, and revelled in the attention I got, as I stood with one hand on my hip, legs slightly apart smiling at my audience. I really like being naked in front of people who are dressed, although I prefer to be able to hear what they are saying.

It was not long before I was had to put on the sleeveless blouse. I turned and picked it up, before facing outside and putting it on. I slowly buttoned it up, leaving the bottom one open and my naval exposed. I was looking forward to the next fifteen or so minutes, of people watching and how they reacted to my partially naked body. By the end of my time wearing the blouse I was beginning to feel aroused. Once I finished my time with the blouse, I took it off and hung it up, followed by the wig.

I walked back into the shopping area naked and bald, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine, as everyone turned to look at me. I gave them a smile as I began to pose on a small platform naked for a few minutes. Simone flashed dagger eyes at me as I was the centre of attention. She had to spend the next hour in the window next to the mannequins one of which was being dressed in full suit similar to the outfit she was wearing. I could see her sexy bum in front of me as she stood in the window with her legs slightly crossed.

I was about to wear three different denim items over the next hour, one item at a time. The first was a pair of high waisted stretchy jeans that seemed to cling to my body.

They featured a button up fly that I left completely open almost to the top of my hood. I would do the same with the denim shorts I had to wear later. The reason for leaving the fly open was not what most people thought it was (the dirty minds a lot of people have). I wanted to leave them loose so I wouldn’t end up with red marks on my waist from the tight denim.

The second denim item I had to wear was a jacket. I left it open at the front as well, as that’s the way people were likely to wear it. It was followed by the shorts which were very short, so short my butt cheeks were very much on display.

I very much liked my time on the shop floor. There were lots of customers coming in and the vast majority looked at the two live mannequins. My chest was a major topic of conversation.

“I wonder what it feels like, having a chest like hers?”

“I wonder what her boyfriend does with them?”

“Well he has a couple of barbells to play with.”

“I wish my boobs were that small.” A woman said, with very large boobs.

It wasn’t only my chest though.

“What’s that in her vagina?”

“It looks like a clit piercing to me.” Someone replied.

I was able to admire Simone’s sexy curves from behind as I started to feel aroused. She had become quieter; I hadn’t heard her complain for a while. Steffi came past talking to a woman in a suit. I heard the woman say.

“I’ll see that she does what she said…”

I went through the denim part feeling aroused, that was going to get further fuel with my next clothes. It included a sexy mini skirt, a small crop top and a sexy ‘V’ neck top. If Simone was to wear either of the tops, her boobs would be very much on display. In my case they would easily cover my nipples. By the end of those three items my kitty was soaking as some of those watching suspected my situation. I had to head to the ladies room, and I was due a break anyway.

I grabbed my robe put it on and I went to a staff toilet, just off the store room. I took off my robe, stood legs apart, and I went to work with my fingers stroking my damp kitty. That felt a lot better, I knew it should not take me long. My clit was really demanding attention. I just wished it was a tongue, fingers would have to do. I was stroking furiously as my mind wandered into dreamland. I felt like I was in the middle of some woods with strangers watching. Two fingers found my ‘G’ spot, while my thumb worked on my hood. I was not far away from paradise. Did I hear someone in the cubicle next door? I stopped pussy aching for more, hearing nothing I resumed. I exploded into orgasm moaning out loud. Relief, it was very good as my head went all fuzzy. I cleaned up and stepped out to wash, and I heard a toilet flush behind me. I looked around and the other cubicle was in use.

‘Oh shit.’ I thought. ‘I’m caught.’ My heart went into overdrive.

The door opened it was Steffi, I felt myself turning bright red, heart thumping in my chest. She knew as she scowled at me. I nearly died. Then she burst into laughter. I didn’t know what to do or say. I stood there shaking in embarrassment.

“Katie, you getting yourself off every few hours, is the least of my problems.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Just be discrete about it, I’ll talk to you later and you are doing very well out there, keep it up.”

I went back out and continued to pose with various clothes. I had to organise my own clothes, as Lynda had to do all sorts of things demanded by Simone. I was enjoying posing and found myself getting aroused again. I took a break for lunch and visited the toilet again to relieve my aching kitty. At the end of the working day after posing I went to my hotel and gave my kitty a good massage before dinner. I joined the others for dinner. Steffi, Lynda and Simone were all at the same table. I noticed a distinct frosty atmosphere between Steffi, Lynda and Simone. Later on Steffi came to my room.

“Katie, how are you after our first day?”

“I am good.”

“I have no issue with what you were doing in the bathroom earlier, as I know its part of what makes you so good at this. You ooze sex appeal and that helps sell, so keep up the good work. I ‘ve brought you this in case you need it when you are posing. Just be careful where you use it.”

She handed me a small bag, I looked in, and there was a packet with a brand new finger vibrator in it.

“…T…T…Thank…you…” I had no idea what to say as I sat there red faced.

“Please don’t be embarrassed, I need you to keep doing what you are doing. If you want your boyfriend to join you overnight at whatever hotel we are staying in you can. It won’t cost anything as we are paying for the room anyway. I know it won’t be possible all the time as he has a job, but just let us know, if he is able to stay with you.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate that.” I said as I was surprised by the offer.

“Another thing, what’s happening with the other models is still unknown, I doubt Simone will be with us for the six weeks, but I want you to continue regardless.”