The Mannequin
Author: FK
Slowly moving around the turn, the spraypainted black Topaz entered the Walmart parkinglot. After pulling into a space a few hundred feet from the store’s entrance, Victor turned off the engine and got out. Adjusting his belt, the thirty six year old ventured up to the glass doors. Upon entering, an old lady dressed in a blue jacket smiled at him and said, “ Hello sir, welcome to Walmart.” Smiling back, Victor nodded to the woman and continued down the main isle.
Heading for the hardware department, Victor eventually found the side isle he was looking for. To the right, he glanced at a display of packages and walked over. Reaching for one of the plastic bags, our man took it off the rack and read, “ Fauset rings, an assortment of sizes, good for almost any job.” Happy to find what he wanted, Victor left the isle with package in hand and was about to head up front to the registers. However, being his day off, the man wasn’t in any big hurry, hence he simply decided to browse about for a while. Moving here and there, he eventually wandered in the direction of the apparel section. Continuing on his way, he finally found himself in the lady’s area. While glancing around, he was delighted at the advertisements showing photos of attractive women dressed up only in lingerie and night clothes.
Strolling around the department with no particular destination, Victor moved in and out between the fixtures and clothing displays. However, as our horny man gazed about, his eyes fell upon an exquisite mannequin. Indeed, the life size object caught his complete attention, for the brunette seemed so real; he had the sudden urge to reach out and touch. After looking in both directions, Victor placed his right hand upon the figure’s black dress. Caressing her attire, he slowly worked up a semi-sexual attraction for the so called fake woman. As he stroked away, he inspected every detail. Setting in their sockets, the feline’s eyes were designed with precision. Looking closer, he could tell they were either glass or some transparent plastic, for her almost black iris shone forth as the real thing. Moreover, combined with her dark brown hair, the Caucasian female had a mystique about her, giving her stature an air strait from the old TV series, “Dark Shadows.”
After getting himself back down to earth, Victor pulled his eyes away from the thing and smiled. Nevertheless, he simply moved away and decided he had enough of Walmart for today. Consequently, the man ventured in the direction of the main checkout. However, being three quarters of the way there, a thought entered his mind, taking hold of his brain as if some external force was placing it there.
Finally, he made it to register number seven, waited in line with two people before him, and eventually had his purchase rung up. Leaving the checkout, Victor immediately went over to the service desk. Looking strait into the eyes of a sexy young blond chic, Victor politely ask, “ Can I please speak with a manager?”
The firm breasted girl ask no questions, she merely picked up a receiver on the counter and said into it, “ Manager to the service desk for customer assistance please; manager to the service desk…” After repeating herself twice over the intercom, the young lady hung up the phone and returned to her task with the claims items. Standing there and waiting, Victor on occasion glanced at the girl as she at times turned around, bent over, and revealed her attractive ass through her tight genes. Delighted, yet also eager to speak with the manager, Victor was just about to ask the girl to page again when he saw the figure of a middle aged man with a mustache.
Approaching with his white shirt and tie, the manager simply ask, “ Can I help you sir?”
Smiling with a look of embarrassment, Victor said, “ Yes, I’m interested in buying one of your displays that’s usually not for sale.”
The store manager replied, “ You mean a piece of furniture; we really don’t sell those once they’re assembled and on the rack.”
Victor went on, “ No, no, I’m referring to one of your mannequins in the apparel section.” With an inquisitive smile, the manager was about to ask something when Victor quickly said, “ I’m serious, I need it for someone else who owns a store; it’ll be great for the front window.”
After relating this lie to the man, Victor heard the manager say, “ All right, I guess I could sell it to you; there’s no company rule preventing me.” Then, he went on, “ So, which one did you have in mind?” Walking back to the apparel section, Victor was followed by the boss until they reached the gothic lady. Standing there in all her glory, she seemed as if she were cognicient of what was going on, for a life like force appeared to radiate from her frame, or so it appeared to Victor.
Pointing up to her ladyship, Victor said, “ That’s the one; I want her.”
Causually nodding, the manager said, “ Yea, ok, I’ll page a stock guy here to dismantle it for you.”
Going over to a post, the manager dialed the pager number upon the phone and said over the intercom, “ Jeff to lady’s please; Jeff to Lady’s.”
Two minutes later, the kid appeared, at most nineteen years of age, and ask, “ Yes, what do you need?”
Looking a little embarrassed, the manager said, “ Ah, Jeff, go get some tools and take that dark haired mannequin apart; this man wants to buy her.” Giving Victor an inquisitive glance, the young man simply left and returned a minute later with a few basic tools. Using the screw driver and wrench, Jeff took the lady completely apart, dismantling her at the neck, arms, and legs.
With all done, Victor ask the manager, “ So how much?”
Looking at the parts upon the floor, together with the base stand, the manager said, “ These things aren’t cheap for Walmart, it’ll at least cost you two hundred and fifty.”
Nodding slowly with tight lips, Victor eventually said, “ How about a strait two hundred?”
Scratching the top of his head, the manager replied, “ Well, yea, why not, two hundred it is.”
“Great,” said Victor, “ Can I also have a box or two to place her parts in?”
Eyeing the kid, the boss ordered, “Go to the stockroom and see what you can find.” Saying yes, the boy left. He came back four minutes later with two cardboard cartons.
After placing everything inside the containers, the kid stood up and ask Victor, “ Need any help getting it out to your car?”
Victor answered, “ No, I’ll be ok, I’ll just set this thing on a cart and stack the boxes two high.” Saying ok, the kid left with his tools. Reaching over for a cart floating about nearby, Victor placed both boxes atop the said cart and ask the boss, “ So where do I pay?”
Happy that the weird transaction was almost over, the manager said, “ Here, let’s go back to the service desk, you can pay there.” Pushing the cart, Victor followed until they made it up front. There, the manager said to the sexy blond, “Call Jill up hear from the cash office.” Dialing the number, the girl called Jill. Jill came and the manager said, “ Here, this man will give you two hundred dollars; mark it under miscellaneous income.” Writing out a check and handing it to the lady, Victor said thanks and left with his new prize.
At last, he reached his car. Placing both boxes on the back seat, Victor threw the smaller package on the front passenger seat, started the engine, and drove home. Once there, he took everything up to his apartment and placed the two boxes to one corner of his livingroom. Walking over to the stereo, he placed a CD into the system. A second later, List’s “Les Preludes” came forth through the speakers. Listening on, our man ripped open the rubber ring package and went strait to the bathroom. After dropping the package atop the closed toilet, he left and returned a half a minute later with a tool box. Opening it, he removed a crescent wrench and began to remove the sink’s faucet valve after he turned off the pipe’s valve beneath the fixture.
With the ring all replaced, Victor mounted the faucet valve back in place and tightened it with a wrench. Afterward, he turned the lower valve back on and tried turning on the water. It came out with no problem. Upon turning it off, he noticed that it didn’t leak any more. Glad to see his job finished and satisfactorily performed, Victor replaced the tools, threw the remaining rings into the box, closed it up, and replaced it from where it came.
Upon returning to the livingroom, Victor went strait to his desk and opened the bottom right drawer, removing a magazine. Going through the pages, he finally stopped at a page sized photo of an elegant dark haired lady looking almost exactly like the mannequin now completely disassembled to one corner of the room. Staring away, our man was becoming increasingly transfixed by the woman’s fetish image. Indeed, the periodical now in hand was entitled, “ Dominatrix”. He loved reading it and looking at the photos within, for the mystical contents satisfied his female domination hang-up. Continuing to gaze away, Victor made a mental note of all she had on, a one piece black corset, covering her cunt and tits, a beautiful pair of hip high black leather stiletto boots, and a pair of upper arm length gloves, also made of the same black leather as the corset and footwear. Thinking, he said to himself, “ She’s great; that’ll be the way I’ll dress my new lady up; oh yea, it’ll be fun to see her stand here everyday in and everyday out.” Smiling, Victor closed the issue and replaced it back in the drawer. Next, he switched on his computer atop the desk and went on line. There, he found the altravista search mode and punched in “ Fetish Attire.” Instantly, a long listing of webbsites came up to the screen. Scrolling downward, Victor eventually stopped at a site named “Leather for Ladies.” Clicking on the words, Victor saw the home page pop forth. Upon the screen was displayed a photo of an attractive brunette all dressed up as a domina. Truly, she looked gothic and noble. After inspecting the first page, he found a table of contents which included a choice saying, “ Click here for sexy leather outfits.” Naturally, Victor clicked his mouse and a fetish catalog came up. Here, he saw everything, boots, corsets, whips, gloves, hats, belts, etc. After reading away for over fifteen minutes, our fetish man decided upon the same boots, corset, and gloves he had already viewed in the magazine. Further, Victor decided to purchase a whip to go along with his order.
Reaching into his back pocket and producing his wallet, Victor removed a credit card and entered its number into the computer. Afterward, he made his choices, ordering the said items. With all complete, he hit the “submit order button” after giving the company his PO Box number. The information was on its way. As a result, Victor got off line and simply shut down his computer.
Waking up the next morning to the sound of the alarm clock, the man got out of bed, dressed, ate breakfast, and went to work. The next four days went by with nothing of exception happening. However, on the fifth day after placing his order, Victor went to his PO Box and opened the little door. Finding a key with a number upon it, Victor ventured over to the larger lockers and used the said key to retrieve a box measuring about a foot and a half by one foot. Taking the container with him, our man arrived home in anticipation. Inside his apartment, in the livingroom, he eagerly pulled open the box. There, before his eyes was the elegance of leather. Stimulated by both the sight and the smell, reminding him of his numerous encounters with professional dominatrixes, Victor pulled forth at the contents and removed them from the box. Excited, he unfolded everything and rubbed each item against his face, bathing in the fetish sensuality produced by his peculiar sexual disposition. Indeed, this action of his went on for over twenty minutes. In particular, he spent most of the said time with the stiletto masterpieces, works of a noble craft, or so it appeared to his sado-masochistic mind.
Completing his adoration of the material before him, Victor looked over and saw the box containing the mannequin’s parts. Turned on now, he decided to put the thing together and dress her up with the fetish items. Upon standing, Victor went into the apartment’s hall and retrieved his tool box from the closet. Returning, he knelt before the container given to him by Walmart and opened it. Inside, he glanced down at her head; moreover, the haunting eyes peered into his as if she was saying, “ Put me together; now!” Doing precisely that, our man removed her noble head, followed by her arms. From the second container, he removed the rest of her physique in conjunction with the stand.
