Five Minute Girl, Chapter 5 (Patreon)

“John, there’s a man and a woman standing outside the store. The woman looks like she could be Erica’s twin,” Shelly said.

“Thanks. I’ll be right back.” He left the store and walked up to the woman. “Melanie?”

As soon as John approached the couple, the woman said, “How do you have a mannequin that looks like me?”

“I told you this is a scam,” the man with her said. “A very elaborate one.”

John took a deep breath and extended a hand for a shake. “Hi, I’m John. I own this store and I’m Erica’s boss, I suppose. That is Erica.”

“And I’m Brad Pitt. This is nonsense,” the man said.

“Be quiet, Greg,” Melanie said, accepting the handshake. “I apologize for Greg’s behavior but I have to admit I also agree with him. How could that mannequin be my Aunt Erica? She should be at least 65 but the mannequin looks younger than me.”

“Come inside, and you’ll understand. Or wait here and I’ll demonstrate.”

“We prefer to wait here,” Greg said.

John went inside and they saw him walk up behind the mannequin. He touched its neck and it came to life. The now living woman smiled and waved at them. She rushed past the store owner out of the store.

“Is that you Melanie?” the former mannequin said as she hugged her niece. Melanie accepted the hug but didn’t hug back.

“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes…” Melanie said. “If you’re my Aunt, how do you look younger than me?”

“Let’s go inside. I’m not really dressed to stand here on the sidewalk in this weather.” She was wearing a lacy, royal blue bra, panties, garter, and stockings lingerie set with a see-through baby doll camisole over top of it.

They followed her inside and to the back of the store where there was an office. John was waiting for them there. He was holding an overcoat out for Erica.

“Thanks,” she said, putting on the coat before sitting down.

“Can I get you some water or coffee?” John said to the couple.

“Have anything stronger?” Greg said.

“Unfortunately, no. Would you prefer to have this conversation in the bar down the street?”

“No, no,” Melanie said. “That story Grammy told. It was true?”

“Assuming she got it all correct from the one time I told it to her, I suppose so,” Erica said.

“You look just like I did ten years ago.”

“The resemblance is uncanny,” Gregory said. “Tell us the story yourself so we can see if her grandmother got it right.”

She told her story again, freezing up several times during the retelling.

“She just locks up mid-sentence.”

“She does,” John said reaching for her neck.

“Can I do it?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Is she aware right now?”

“Fully.”

Melanie touched Erica’s button and Erica said, “Thanks,” before resuming her tale.

* * *

“Why have you waited until now to contact us?”

“I haven’t had a store owner who cared about my off hours existence. I’ve spent most of the last four decades either in a storage room or in a storefront window. John is the first store owner who’s treated me like a person since Giorgio in Milan. He was also willing to drive me three hours away to see my mother.”

“I want to point out that your grandmother isn’t changing her will and only your mother’s children are inheritors in her will,” John said. “Erica isn’t seeking anything from her mother. So, please stop with the ‘This is a scam’ talk.”

“My apologies,” Greg said. “But, you have to look at it from our point of view. Someone we don’t know visits her aging grandmother and she starts telling this crazy story about a long, lost daughter.”

“We understand. But, it’s not like you never heard about the long, lost daughter.”

“No, Grammy loved to talk about Erica The Explorer. Or Erica The Model. Frankly, I don’t think Mom told us many stories about you because she was jealous of you.”

“Donna was a wonderful sister unless she was being the second child sister,” Erica said. “Then, she was the victim of my being old than her and it wasn’t fair that I got to do age appropriate things she couldn’t do.”

There was a short silence.

“Are you two…?” Melanie said looking back and forth between John and Erica.

“We are exploring the possibilities available given her condition.”

“How would that work?”

“We don’t know yet,” Erica said. “First, he needs to get me out of my shell. For someone who stands in a window display, I really don’t like the idea of being seen out in public.”

“Going to see your grandmother was the first time I took her somewhere other than my apartment or the store.”

“And I was scared to death people would react to me poorly.”

“You are unique.”

“Well, you have two months to get over this hang up if you’re going to come to our wedding.”

“Your wedding?”

“You’re inviting her?”

“I told you I would if she checked out. And knowing she has a plus one already, especially one who looks at her like John does, I feel even more strongly in favor of it.”

“As I said when we talked earlier, I just fear her unique status would make her more of the center of attention than you would be.”

“Like I care,” Melanie said. “Of course, to mitigate that concern, you should come meet the family before the wedding.”

Erica froze.

“That wasn’t five minutes,” Greg said.

“I think she did it herself. You may have given her more to think about than she could handle. She sometimes uses her mannequin state as a coping mechanism. Let’s take advantage of her timeout and exchange phone numbers. It’ll give her a chance to calm down and collect her thoughts.”

Greg touched the mannequin’s hand. “Uncanny.”

* * *

Melanie and Greg left not long after that. Erica expressed her tentative desire to meet the family and agreed to attend. After they left, Erica immediately left the office and went to her spot in the window and froze.

That evening, John didn’t bring up their visit on the ride home, during dinner, or while they watched television. After getting into bed, he unfroze her and said, “We’re not going to talk about the wedding?”

“If I can influence it, no.”

“What happened to the no fucks to give Five Minute Girl I met a few weeks ago?”

“Reality smacked her in the face,” she said. “I had long ago given up my family, or myself really, for dead. And now they aren’t and I now have a niece who wants me to attend her wedding. It’s a lot to process.”

“And I’m sure a few uninterrupted days in the window at work will be plenty of time for you to, at least, get a handle on processing it. The one thing you do possess is time.”

“Why haven’t we tried to have sex?”

“That’s one way to change the subject.”

She just smiled at him innocently.

“I was waiting until you mentioned it.”

“Why?”

“Well, for one thing I’m not sure how we’ll do it. And two, I didn’t want to blunder into something that caused you any stress.”

She kissed him and they kissed until she froze. And when he unfroze her she kissed him again and while they kissed, she reached into his pajamas and grabbed his firm cock. She stroked it until she froze. His hands squeezed her ass until she froze.

He had to pull them free to unfreeze her. She laid back and started rubbing her pussy with her fingers. “I so want to feel you inside me. But,” she blushed, “What if it gets cut off?”

“I would not be pleased.” He said. “I’ve thought about this.” He reached into a side table drawer and pulled out a package. “We can experiment with this.”

It was a wide dildo. He pressed the tip to her pussy and gently pushed it in.

“Faster.”

He quickly moved the dildo in and out of her as she continued to rub herself.

She froze. He pulled the dildo out and ran his fingers around the opening left behind by the dildo. His erection slipped into the hole and he humped in and out of her a couple times before he pressed the button. Her flesh clamped down on him and he continue stroking in and out without missing a beat.

A moan erupted from her mouth. And another. “Yes. Oh, god it’s so thick.”

When she froze, John discovered he hadn’t been dismembered and the lovemaking finished in earnest. Afterward, he was catching his breath while she was still a mannequin. He continued to trace his finger around the inside of the opening for a while before hitting her button.

“Oh, God,” she shrieked. “Please, stop doing that. Maybe I’ve forgotten what sex was like in the last forty-five years. But, that was amazing.”

“Don’t say things like that. It makes you sound old.”

“I’m not old. I’m mature. Fuck me again.”

“Real mature.”

* * *

As a mannequin, Erica was sitting alone in the passenger seat of the parked car. She watched John step out of the restaurant building adjacent to the parking lot. He returned to the car and sat down. “The hostess says it’ll be another five minutes for our table to be ready. I suppose I should just leave you as you are. You tend to be the most calm after being a mannequin.”

John had learned how to make small talk by himself over the months since meeting Erica. He did so now until he felt it was time to go inside.

“Ready?” He said. He got out of the car and went around to the passenger side. He opened the door and leaned in. He pressed the button.

“How’s my makeup look?”

“You are gorgeous as always. Stop stalling.”

He held out his hand and she took it as she stepped out of the car. They entered the restaurant and the hostess said, “Excellent, your table is ready. Right this way.”

“How much did you tip her?”

“Twenty dollars.”

“I can’t remember if that’s a lot or not these days.”

“We’ll work on your money skills some other time.”

They were seated in a booth made for at least six people.

“This booth is huge.”

“So you can scoot further in. Fewer people will be able to see you that way. Although, you really don’t need to hide your condition.”

“Baby steps, John.”

“Hello,” said the waiter who had just appeared at the end of the booth. “I’m Peter. I’ll be your waiter. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Scotch, neat,” Erica said.

“Just water.”

The waiter handed them menus and went over the specials of the day before leaving them to decide what they wanted.

“I’m not going to be able to eat very much.”

“We’ll just take it home in a doggy bag.”

“They still call it a doggy bag?”

“If the name changed no one told me.”

The menu only had one side and when she froze, John left her frozen until he saw the waiter approaching.

“Have you decided?”

She ordered a chef salad and he ordered the salmon.

When the waiter left, she said softly, “Why did you leave me like that for so long?”

“You have never complained about that before. Ever. You have repeatedly told me I don’t have to jump when you freeze.”

She blushed. “It’s just people might have seen.”

“Not their business.”

“But…”

“No buts. You were reading the menu. You didn’t need to move. I made sure you were human before the waiter reached the table. No one saw anything.”

“I told you baby steps.”

“Baby’s crawl. You’re a model. You should strut.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You haven’t spent years being treated like a thing. I’ve gotten use to there being a barrier between me and other people.”

“A pane of glass?”

“Yes. Yes. I feel exposed even here in the booth.”

“A week ago, you dashed out into the street in lingerie to meet Melanie. You really aren’t shy. And if you were, you can’t get use to being around people except by being around people.”

“I know. The funny thing is I was never the wallflower. That was Donna. Mom was constantly telling me to stay in and telling Donna to go out more.”

“One good thing has happened.”

“What?”

“You told me an anecdote about your childhood with your sister. You wouldn’t talk about your family at all a month ago.”

“Until recently, my family didn’t matter. Remembering them was a source of painful regret. But seeing Mom alive. She’s right. You’re right. I need to attend that wedding."