Human Mannequins: An Inside Look at the Blurred Lines of Consent and Desire

Humannequins

Francine becomes a Human Mannequin.


The smart black and white checkerboard floor glistened wetly as Francine strode purposefully along the wide corridors of level two of the brand new shopping mall where she worked as an auditor for the management company.

Looking smart in her business suit, her long blonde hair pinned up, her make up minimal as she tried to look the consummate professional she kept her head down as she passed the recently opened branch of “Fetshi” the so called 'Lingerie’ store, trying to ignore the displays of leather and latex, the peep hole bras and studded leather pants, the lubricants and dildos all brazenly displayed.

But she was late this morning, the store was opening and one of their controversial Humannequins was joining the display. Girls who brazenly modelled the clothing both inside the store and in the shop window. A smartly dressed woman stepped from the shop almost walking into Francine as she gave instructions to the young woman inside the display window.

“Now sit on the step like I showed you yesterday,” the woman said kindly as the young woman in a sexy red latex dress gingerly made her way through the display units lining the window.

Francine stared as the young woman found a space on a low step among the displays and slowly sank down to sit facing the window, her knees almost touching the glass. “Spread your legs," the woman ordered.

Francine stopped and stared almost hypnotised as the young woman’s short red latex skirt rode up to reveal more and more of her shaved and waxed pubes as she slowly spread her legs apart.

“And spread your lips,” the woman added, “Part the labia, like I showed you, let the people see how wet and willing you are.”

The girl choked back a sob, “And your buttons,” the instructress ordered.

The girl obediently undid the three buttons on her red latex jacket allowing it to fall open to reveal a red leather skeleton bra which encircled the base of her breasts and to which red leather discs which surrounded her pierced nipples were chained by fine gold chains.

“And spread and smile at the customers,” the instructress ordered.

“Oh my god how could she?” Francine said out loud as the young woman looked her straight in the eye and smiled nervously.

“Its a job ain’t it?” a woman behind her said, “Got to be better than walking the streets.”

Francine shook her head and stepped away from the window, “I would rather starve,” she said firmly as she finally turned away and continued towards her office up two flights of stairs on the admin level.

“Saw you eyeing up the Humannequins,” John Jarvis her colleague joked as Francine walked in.

“The what?” Francine asked.

“Humannequins, Human Mannequins in the Lingerie store,” he explained, “Saw you on the CCTV.”

“Mannequins, they are just whores,” Francine muttered, “Displaying herself like that!”

“Well it is an adult only area,” John reminded her, “Level two aisle B is an adult only, child free zone, alcohol, tobacco, drugstores, gambling and sex, it’s all in the bye-laws.”

“Yes, I know that,” Francine agreed, but of course as junior internal auditor to the Mall management company she already knew that.

“You didn’t have to watch,” John reminded her.

“No,” she agreed, “But I had to walk past.”

“Ah, window shopping,” he chuckled, “But if it bothers you maybe you could do a spot check to check for compliance?”

“Surely you don’t expect me to spot check a whore house?” Francine exploded.

“Heaven forbid Frankie,” John said quickly, “As a gentleman I could not possibly countenance sending a impressionable young woman, but this is a Lingerie store not a brothel.”

“Pervert!” she retorted and John just smiled.

Francine checked her emails and did some work on her quarterly report and by mid day she had lunched in the rooftop cafe and was back crunching numbers.

John looked across the office at Francine as she punched numbers into her keyboard, her jacket hung over the back of her chair, her hair still pinned up, he wondered what she would look like in a peep hole bra and split crotch panties, with a red ball gag maybe and hand cuffs.

“Frankie,” John asked suddenly, “Is rubber wear clothing or medical?”

“No idea, depends on the use,” she replied, “Why?”

“This Lingerie store,” he said, “I can’t work out which category it fits in.”

“Right,” she said in as bored voice as she could manage, “Oh I don’t know,” she admitted.

“Could you check it out then please?” he asked, “Only we need to be very careful, they are pushing the limits of the law as it is.”

“You mean with their Humannequins?” she asked.

“Yes,” he agreed, “I’m not sure what they do is not technically a sex show or prostitution.”

“No,” Francine agreed, “They have some very clever lawyers.”

It was Thursday before Francine had time to do a spot check on the Lingerie store.

She walked in self consciously. A girl wearing a blue leather corset and a black leather face mask and hood was slowly masturbating with a translucent ten inch dildo in the display window as she walked in.

A woman in her thirties sat behind a sales desk, her make up understated, her hair pinned up but her smart blue jacket unbuttoned revealing a crisp white blouse and DD cup breasts

“Hi, how may I help you?” she asked as Francine approached.

“Francine DuBois, Internal Audit,” Francine explained.

“And what can I do for you, an enema kit perhaps?” the woman suggested sarcastically.

“On official business,” Francine insisted ignoring the insult.

“Sorry, I’m Monique, duty manager,” she said, “I’m having one of those days, what may I do for you?”

“We had a number of complaints about code infringements?” Francine explained.

“Ah,” Monique agreed, “Then you had better see Miss Parker, she deals with the legal side of things, I’ll have Patsy take over here and take you through.”

“Many of the complaints relate to Humanequins, the so called Human Mannequins,” Francine explained.

“Ah yes, our speciality, our unique selling point, they are our trade secret, if I tell you I have to kill you!” Monique joked, “But if you are interested I can show you their quarters and conditions and set your mind at rest.

Monique paged Patsy and when she emerged from the staff room she smiled at Francine, “I’ll take you through.”

Monique paused, “You had better sign in,” she said as an afterthought, “Your regulations say staff and visitors to back areas must sign in for fire safety regulations,” and she handed Francine a pen and invited her to sign the register.

Francine signed the page with a flourish, Monique took the pen and immediately a printer started chattering and a wristband marked Francine DuBois with Francine’s photograph slid onto the desk. “Three D printing, state of the art, would you wear it on your right wrist while we are in the back area please?” Monique requested.

Francine slipped the wristband on, “Why is it so bulky?” she asked.

“It has a transponder and some other electronic gizmos,” Monique explained, “We all have to wear them, we soon get used to it.”

Monique took Francine through a security door into the back area where pierced metal sheets backed fibreboard cosmetic panels to form a narrow corridor around the back of the unit reaching out to

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