Window Dressing · Part 2 (2/2)
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ct where she had been impaled.
There was no blood, but there was a neat hole in the crotch of the knickers, which the shaft had punched through when she fell off of the ladder. Looking down she saw that the dummy had broken it’s back when it landed. This was not hard to repair, although it would take time for the fibreglass to dry. The worst was the head, which the ladder had landed on when it toppled, completely smashing the face. She would have to make a new face, or more likely re-sculpt the head of another mannequin, which she would have to attach to the damaged body. This would take at least a day, with another two hours once this had dried to apply paint and make up. It was a disaster.
However, she could not achieve much stuck like this and so tried to get something under her feet so that she could step off, but the dummy and ladder were just out of reach. Her efforts were limited by the pain, which she suffered if she stretched too far. Bending over, she gripped the pole with both hands to stop it from impaling her as she stretched her leg towards the ladder. Although she could just touch the base of the ladder, she could not get enough leverage to drag it towards her.
Next, she tried to pull herself up, off of the pole while she clutched the pole with her hands, using the strength in her arms to try and arch herself free. But the position was wrong and this would take more strength than she had in her arms. After screaming in frustration, Angela resigned herself to the knowledge that she was stuck. It was going to be embarrassing when she was found, but there was nothing else for it. She would need somebody to stand on the ladder and lift her clear of the pole. Resigned, she re-attached the suspenders to the stocking tops, for neatness sake and, after smoothing down the front of the girdle, let the skirt fall back down.
Dianne was running a little late when she got to the shop. Already curious shoppers were pausing at the window display, before moving on, having been disappointed by window with the paper coverings still in place on the new display. It was nearly eight O clock and if they weren’t careful they would miss the rush hour traffic and their chance to make a big impression on the commuting masses. Getting out her keys Dianne quickly unlocked the door and hurried in.
“Angela. Angela. Are you all right?
Dianne listened and thought she heard something, but it was muffled. She quickly made her way to Angela’s workshop, but it was deserted. Thinking that Angela must still be working at the window she hurried over to the back of the window and opened the access door.
Dianne was confronted with a scene of chaos and, as she stepped into the window was confused to see Angela just standing there.
“Angela. What’s happening? Why are you just standing there? We have to get the display ready. The press will be turning up later and the rush hour has already started.”
Angela tip toed around in a tight rotation.
“I can’t. I fell off of the ladder and I am stuck on the pole. I need someone to pull me off,” she explained as she lifted the front of the dress to illustrate the problem.
Dianne’s jaw dropped, her mouth agape at the sight before her.
“Are you alright? What on earth happened?”
“I was trying to get the dummy onto the pole, when I slipped and ended up stuck myself. I’m not hurt, but it is a little uncomfortable,” Angela explained as she gestured towards the pole.
Dianne stepped further into the window, which is when she saw the dummy.
“Can you fix it in time,” she asked as she bent to examine the dummy?
“No. It will probably take a couple of days to repair,” Angela explained with a little irritation. We will just have to hold the unveiling for a day or two.
Dianne quickly did the calculations herself. Unfortunately, the press were already booked and the newspaper advertising had already done its job, judging by the crowd that had started to gather outside.
“Look, I will need to clear this all out of the way before I can get you out. How are your feet doing?”
Angela grimaced.
“They are getting a little sore. It is not easy standing on tip toe for an hour.”
“OK,” Dianne considered, “why don’t you put the mannequins shoes on for a bit. That should make you more comfortable while I clear everything?”
“Umm. OK.,” Angela agreed. It would definitely be more comfortable not to have to balance herself.
Dianne bent down and quickly took the shoes off of the dummy, but it was not easy and so she asked Angela to shuffle back to face the front again giving, she explained, more room to move. Having retrieved her prize she quickly re-fastened them to Angela’s feet.
“Click”.
What was that, Dianne asked?
“The right shoe has just locked into the floor plate,” Angela huffed.
“Oh. Um Sorry. Look I will undo it in a minute. Lets get the other shoe on first.”
Angela was slightly annoyed, but could do nothing as the other woman placed the other shoe on her foot and did up the strap. It was definitely a lot better though. The pole was still stretching her insides, but at least she could relax her legs a little.
Dianne started to clear the broken dummy out of the way as she chatted to Angela.
“So how was all of this supposed to stay upright? I mean that dummy is in a very odd position.”
“Oh it’s not that precarious. The right arm is stretched out and attached to the dog lead, through that hoop, while the other shoe clicks onto a metal plate on the side of the lamppost. This turns the dummy into a sort of stressed member. I got the idea from my last dates ramblings about his motorcycle engine and how it was attached to the frame,” Angela chuckled at the last bit.
Dianne nodded and made listening noises as she manoeuvred the mannequin out of the door and picked up the shattered plastic. Next she removed the stepladder.
“After what happened to you I don’t think I should use this. I will go and get a stepping stool from the shop.”
With that, Dianne disappeared, leaving Angela alone to squirm uncomfortably on her pole. After a short while Angela heard the other woman enter behind her.
“So what’s with the hat?” Dianne asked.
“The idea was to slip the hand into the glove. With a couple of hat pins after I had brushed the wig, nothing would have moved it.”
“Show me, “ Dianne said, handing the other woman the hat with the glove attached.
“Look, do we have time for this? Just get me off of this pole and I can start making repairs.”
“Well, we are not going to be using the dummy for a few days and I just wanted to see what it would look like. Perhaps I can help. You know, a set of fresh eyes and all that?”
“Well, I really want to get off of this pole, I mean..”
“I know, but it’s not hurting anymore, now that you are in heals and I would like to look.”
After some reluctance, Angela found herself taking off her left glove and replacing it with the hat glove. Dianne did the wrist strap up and positioned the hat onto her head, after slipping the shoulder bag onto the other woman’s arm. Next she got the hatpins from where Angela had left them and skewered them through the hat, so that her hair held the hat in place, before pulling the bags strap up onto her shoulder.
“Wow, that looks great. So how does the lead work?” Dianne asked as she stepped further around and grabbed Angela’s right hand and quickly pulled it into the loop, pulling the smaller loop up to the base of the wrist, trapping Angela’s hand and pulling the woman forward in an uncomfortably stretched position.
Dianne smiled as she noted the ample cleavage that was clearly displayed by the cut of the garment as the other woman bent forward.
“Hey, I am not sure about this. You have seen enough to know how it works. Get me off of this thing”.
“In a minute,” the other woman chimed as she stepped behind Angela and lifted her leg towards the lamppost.
“Click.”
The other shoe connected with the other plate on the lamppost. Now Angela really couldn’t get out without Dianne’s help.
“Dianne pleases. This has gone far enough. Get me off of this thing.”
“I can’t do that Angela. There is a crowd building outside expecting to see a window display and we have arranged for the press to come later. We can’t just not open the display. It would cost us a lot of time and money. No, we need a mannequin for this window and you’re the only one in the right costume and the right position to pull it off.”
Angela was stunned and did not know what to say as the other woman slipped a large pair of plastic rimmed sunglasses onto her face.
“But Dianne, you can’t just leave me here. It’s not right.”
“You will be fine. I might even be able to arrange for a small bonus. I will tell the press that you are making some artistic statement by appearing in your own window. They will love it. Now hold on. I need to do something about that surprised look your mannequin had.”
Having said that, Dianne retrieved something from her own handbag, bent down in front of the captured artist and lifted her skirt.
Angela nearly jumped off of the pole with shock as she felt the other woman slip something into her knickers, from the left leg hole and position it over her clitoris. Next she felt something being placed in the garter near the top of her thigh.
“What are you doing,” Angela asked with a slightly worried voice as the other woman got a large white terry towel and wrapped it around the base of the pole before securing it with packing tape.
“You might be on that pole for a while and, since we can’t put a nappy on you, I thought towelling would do,” Dianne explained as she pushed the towel up to the top of the pole, before using more tape to fix it in place.
“What, you have to be joking let… Oh,” the outraged woman tried to protest just as Dianne switched on the battery unit in the garter. This set the vibrating butterfly off with a merry, if shocking buzzing.
“I wouldn’t want you to get board standing around all day,” Dianne smiled as she pulled down the paper covering the window and took it, along with anything else not needed for the display, out of the door.
Angela tried to struggle, but stopped as she saw the crowd of people watching her. How could she say or do anything that would not humiliate herself in front of the whole world. She was caught, like a frightened rabbit in the headlights of a car. All that she could do was relax, but the vibrations in her pussy were becoming more insistent and, despite all that she could do, she felt herself building to a shuddering climax. Fortunately, because of the hat and glasses and her stretched out position, she did not think that the crowed noticed anything that her shifting slightly. Thank god she didn’t cry out.
Angela was not sure what her sex was doing, but it was definitely being turned on. Perhaps it was the humiliation of knowing what was happening in front of all of these people. Perhaps it was the fact that she had become nothing more that one of her own displays. A dummy staring out at the world, or perhaps it was just that the butterfly was positioned in just the right spot, but oh God it was good.
Hours later Angela was only vaguely aware of Dianne as she came in at lunch time to give her a drink and change the towel, which was soaking wet, but not because Angela had lost control of her bladder. Dianne put up a changing screen in front of the window as she changed the towel and the batteries in the butterfly. As the power was turned off momentarily, Angela started to come out of her reverie, but it was too short lived as the new, long life, batteries powered her tormentor to new heights. She was only just aware as the other woman placed a drink to her mouth and forced her to take a few sip.
Finally, it started to get dark and, as the lights came on in her little world, Dianne returned with a new changing screen. The battery had started to wear down, but Angela still noticed the absence as Dianne turned off the butterfly and, after undoing her various restraints, stepped onto a box behind her and lifted her off of the pole.
Angela collapsed back into her manager’s arms. It took ten minutes for her to recover enough to stagger out of the window.
“Well Angela, I have sent the mannequin off to our sister store. They say that they can repair it, but it will not be here for another week. So I want you to show up nice and early tomorrow, so that we can get you ready in time.”
Angela grunted but didn’t say anything. She simply staggered back to her workshop and got changed. Her legs were like jelly as she made her way painfully home.
The next day, Angela arrived with a sense of trepidation. Dianne was quite cheerful as she helped her employee get changed and led her out to the window.
Dianne has been busy, Angela mused as she noted the new, knobbly dildo mounted on the re-sized pole. It appeared to be made from flexible rubber and sported a smaller, two-inch protrusion at the rear. Fortunately she did not have to worry about knickers this time, or lubrication, as she felt her pussy gushing with juices in anticipation of the day’s activities. Stepping onto the block, which Dianne had positioned and, steadying herself with the other woman’s arm, Angela eased herself onto the pole and clicked her right shoe into the metal plate once she had eased herself down the length of the dildo, impaling herself for another day of wanton exhibitionism.
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Window Dressing · Part 2 (2/2)
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