The Mannequin

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Nineteen-year-old Toby Hardwick is surfing the internet on his iPad one day when he comes across a fascinating story from his hometown, Smithville.  One of the local mall’s fashion stores started using anatomically correct mannequins.  Unlike the usual store mannequins with flat crotches and breasts without nipples, these have everything.  The mannequins are life-sized representations of real people.  The killer is that the store often leaves the dummies half-naked, so everything is on display.  You can only go to the shop if you’re over eighteen.

A month ago, Toby turned nineteen, even though he was still in tenth grade.  He had to repeat two years in elementary school as he was a slow learner with ADHD and dyslexia.  The young man is still slow, and no one expects great things from his future other than unskilled labor.  He plans to leave high school after he has completed this year.

The idea of naked mannequins with life-like genitalia makes Toby horny.  Even at school, the boys talked about trying to sneak in and see the nude dummies in all their glory.  Being the only one at school among his friends who were old enough to get into the store, Toby’s fellow students urged him to go and take pictures of the mannequins.

“I can’t do that,” Toby said, blushing.  “What if they catch me?”

“You gotta, man,” one of his tenth-grade friends said.  “Get some pictures of chicks staring at those dummy dicks.  It’ll be hilarious, dude.”

“I don’t know,” Toby said, grimacing.  “What if I get caught?”

“Come on, dude.  Do it for us.”

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The following Saturday, Toby goes to the store called ‘Fashionista.’  Naturally, the dummies in the store window are fully clothed.  Trying to peek through the door, he cannot see any naked mannequins.  A stern-looking blonde woman in her late thirties stands at the front door checking the identification of anyone who looks under eighteen entering the store.  Feeling his body tremble, Toby goes to the front door and stands before the stern-looking lady.

“Can I help you, young man,” the lady said, staring down at the trembling lad.

She is a busty woman, tall, and wearing female business attire.  Toby is a short guy, only five foot six and ninety pounds.  He does look much younger than his age.

“Yes, I want to go in the store,” he said.

The woman frowns and then raises an eyebrow.  Her name tag said, ‘Hi, I’m Linda, store manager.’  “I’ll need to see your ID,” Linda said.

Toby reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet.  After fishing out his driver’s license, he hands it to the woman, and she stares at it intently.  The woman nods when she sees that Toby is nineteen.

“I hope you enjoy our store,” she said and smiled.  “You may enter, Toby.”

Toby takes his license and puts it back in his wallet.  He gazed up at the woman with a smile and said, “Thanks, ma’am.  I’m looking forward to seeing what cool clothes you’ve got here.  Everyone is raving about it.”

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Now that he’s past that hurdle, Toby enters and heads down the aisle toward the men’s clothing section.  He could see the place was quite busy.  There are people scattered around everywhere.  The store’s target demographic seems to be mostly in the late-teen to the late-twenties.  The clothing appears quite fashionable and also very expensive.  It doesn’t take Toby long to see his first mannequin.  In the middle of an aisle intersection, there’s a display of male and female mannequins wearing some of the latest beachwear.  The mannequins are half-naked, and surely, as he had read online and heard rumors, they are anatomically correct.

He stares at the male mannequin, and to his horror, he sees the genitalia on the mannequin are considerably larger than his own.  Toby has always been shy about his genitals because they’ve always been smaller than other guys his age.  Even in tenth grade, he had noticed these younger lads had bigger penises than him.  It’s a source of great embarrassment to the nineteen-year-old.  The young man didn’t know what to expect when he read about the mannequins being anatomically correct.  He thought they’d be like those old statues where the genitalia was smaller.

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Toby tears his eyes away from the massive genitalia of the dummy and spots a female mannequin.  This dummy’s anatomy is so correct that he soon finds himself getting a boner.  Fortunately, Toby’s dick is so small that nobody will notice in the store.  It’s the one saving grace of having a tiny dick.  Erections in public are never a problem for a small-dick man.  The teen glances around, whips out his phone and takes photos.  He knows his mates at school will like them.

Seeing some young women approaching, Toby ducks down between racks of shirts and waits with his phone ready.  One of the women is a beautiful blonde woman with large tits and an athletic yet curvy body.  The other is a mousy-looking woman with curly brown hair and small tits.  The third woman is a black woman with huge tits and a thick booty.  The stop at the male mannequin that had just been making Toby feels so inadequate.  As they all openly stare at the large fake cock, Toby starts videoing it.

Damn,” the black woman said with a twang.  “Why are all the male dummies in this store so hung?”

The mousy-looking woman laughs.  “I don’t mind it myself, Tina,” she said.  “I wish I could meet real guys like this.”

The blonde said, “You slut, Andrea.”

Tina said, “Don’t go messin’ with my gurl, Amy.  We ain’t all hot blonde bitches who can get any man she wants.”

Andrea giggles.  “Yeah, most of the guys I meet are OK outside the bedroom but useless inside, if you know what I mean.”

“Ha,” Tina said.  “You gotta stop dating white boys with small dicks.  Get yourself some black cock.  I can hook you up, gurrl.”

Andrea sighs.  “Maybe you’re right,” she said dejectedly.

Suddenly, Amy, the sexy blonde, sees Toby in the corner of her eye.  She turns sharply and says, “Hey, that pervert is filming us.”

Toby feels his stomach drop, and as he turns to get away from the three women, Tina jumps into the rack of clothes and drags him out.

“What the fuck are you doing, pervert?” Tina shouts at Toby.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said.  “I didn’t mean anything bad.  Please, don’t hurt me.”

“Hurt you?  Why I ought to beat your ass.”

Amy suddenly said, “Aw, leave the poor guy alone.  He’s kinda cute.”

Tina lets go to be, and he backs toward the mannequins on display.  His face is red, and his body trembles nervously as the three college-aged women stare at him coldly.

“I’m sorry.  I’ll delete it.  I promise.  Please don’t tell on me,” Toby begs.

“Then do it,” Andrea shouts.  “I don’t want no freak jerking off to pictures of me.”

Toby gets the video of the girls talking and staring at the mannequin’s large cock, and he shows it to them.  He presses the delete button to prove his good faith.

“There, it’s gone,” he said.

“Good,” Tina said angrily.  “If I ever catch you doing this shit again, I’ll kick your ass.”

Toby believed the big black girl too.  Next to her, he positively looked small and pathetic.  The teen man is about to slink away when suddenly Tina pushes him, and he falls back into the display.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he screams, attracting the attention of everyone in the store.

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He’s slammed into the mannequins, and the lifeless things fall in all directions.  There’s a shattering noise as the male mannequins fragment on the hard floor into multiple pieces.  The three young women see the dummy shatter, glance at each other fearfully, and leave quickly.  They manage to duck behind several racks of dresses before the stern woman Toby encountered out the front of the store comes running to the scene of utter chaos and destruction.

“What the hell are you doing,” the busty blonde manager called Linda shouts, staring coldly at Toby with her blue eyes.

“I-I, um, it was an accident,” Toby mutters as he slowly gets to his feet.

A fat woman in her late twenties came over and said, “He was hassling three girls, and they pushed him away.  I saw it all.”

“Really,” Linda said, frowning deeply.  “Maybe I should call the police on this pervert.”

Toby shudders.  “No.  No, please.  Don’t do that,” he whines.

“These mannequins cost thousands of dollars, and you’ve completely ruined the display of an important sale item.”

All the female eyes on Toby are angry and cold, making the poor teen want to turn and run.  It’s like a nightmare.  “What can I do to make it up to you?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” Linda said.  “You don’t even look like you’d have the money to pay for all this damage.  Just as well we’re insured.”

The fat woman, who has a pronounced smirk, said, “Make him work it off for you.”

Linda turned to her and said, “What do you mean, Helen?  What could he possibly do around here?”

“What about that new ‘thing’ you told me about?” Helen said with a smirk.  “He might be your first guinea pig.”

Linda frowns.  “What do you mean, Helen?”

The fat redhead woman goes to Linda and whispers in her ear.  The blonde laughs.  “Oh, that.  He’s not our regular type.  Just look at him.  He’s very unappealing to the eye,” Linda said, peering at the redhead fatty Helen with an amused glint.  The blonde looks Toby up and down as the fat woman keeps whispering.  “I guess,” she said.  “It could be a bit of a laugh, and it’s only for three weeks.”

The redhead steps back with a triumphant smile and stares at Toby.

“OK, it’s decided,” Linda said with a nod.  “Toby was your name, right?”

Toby grimaces, feeling like he might vomit at any moment.  “Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“Yes, Toby Hardwick.  Now I remember.  Well, Toby, you’ll have to work for the store to pay us back for that mannequin you broke.”

“For how long?” Toby asks, shaking.  “I have to go to school.”

“You can do it after school and on weekends,” Linda said.  “As for how long.”  She suddenly whips out her phone and opens the calculator app.  “OK, if I deduct the insurance payout,” she mutters.  “At minimum wage and working a few hours after school and on weekends.  Three weeks.”  Linda gazes down at Toby.  “Three weeks working here will be how long it’ll take us to get a new mannequin delivered from our supplier too.”

“But I…”

“Listen, young man, it’s that, or I call the police or your parents.  What’s it to be?”

Fat Helen snickers evilly.  Toby can’t stop thinking that for the next three weeks, he’ll be working at this crazy store.

“OK, I’ll do it,” he said, and his shoulders sagged.

An attractive thin brunette woman arrives with a bin, broom, and shovel.  Linda turned to her and said, “Kylie, give that stuff to Toby here.  He can clean up his mess first.”  The stern blonde said to Toby, “Once you’ve cleaned this up, come and find me, and I’ll get you started on your new job.”

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