The Secret of ML's Success
"The challenge is to keep your thoughts empty. Focus on the emptiness."
It was a difficult skill to master, but she finally proved herself capable
of performing the task laid out to her. One would think that it would be
easy to just stand or sit in one position for hours at a time without moving,
save the occasional blink of an eye. Nothing could be farther from the
truth, especially when you're modeling the current fashions in an upscale
clothing store., Samantha had recently learned. This was the third time
she agreed to participate in a 'living mannequin' display. The first time,
she was excited to participate. The second time, she participated a bit
reluctantly. She had hoped to have been discovered by then, but she needed
the income. This time, however, she still hadn't been discovered, but there
were some signs of hope. The day before, her agent called to tell her that
an interested client would visit the store to see her specifically, perhaps
even interview her during her lunch break. The excitement of the possibility
that she would soon reach the next level in her quest for supermodel fame
gave her appearance on her pedestal a radiant quality.
Promptly at noon, the store manager tapped Sam on the shoulder, breaking
her concentration. "Is it break time already?", she asked. "It
certainly is. Take an extra half hour. You have a visitor waiting for you
in my office. I suspect that you'll need the extra time." Her heart
skipped a beat. Within a split second she experienced excitement, despair
and nervousness before she caught herself. "Thank you very much!",
she replied and almost floated to the manager's office to meet her destiny.
His name, or rather, he preferred to be called "M.L.". With the
introductions out of the way, the agreed on a close restaurant and left
Over lunch, the typical background information was brought up... places
she's lived, visited, wanted to see... schools she's attended, job experiences...
and finally likes and dislikes. "I am very grateful for this opportunity",
she started, "performing at the living mannequin displays really limits
my ability to accentuate my physical attributes, and it has other limitations."
"Such as?", M.L. asked. "Let me answer your question this
way. Have you ever seen a living mannequin display less than conservative
clothing like undergarments, lingerie and bathing outfits? I've only heard
that this happens on rare occasions, but I'd like to think that I could
attract the attention of shoppers and help drive sales. On top of that,
the odds of being 'discovered' are much better." "An intriguing
observation, Sam.", M.L. replied, "I like your attitude. You
seem to be comfortable with yourself and your profession. I'd like to invite
you for a photo-op tomorrow evening. What do you think of that?" Sam
couldn't believe what she heard and almost choked on her drink. "I'll
take that as an 'I'll be there'. Here's the address. Be there at 11am."
The rest of the day went by agonizingly slowly. Somehow, Sam made it
to the end of the day. She decided that the only way she was going to sleep
through the night would be to indulge in some alcoholic beverages. Several
drinks later, she finally drifted off to sleep. Shortly before 10am, Sam
found herself standing in front of a storefront. She took a deep breath
and walked in. M.L. greeted her warmly, "Good morning, Sam! Make yourself
at home. I need you to fill out these papers so that we can start shooting.
When you're done, just walk into the back room." Sam hurriedly completed
the paperwork presented to her. The excitement she felt was overwhelming.
She stepped into the back room to find endless racks of clothing. In one
corner, M.L. was loading a series of cameras. "Okay, Sam, we're going
to start 'conservative' as you put it and work our way down to complete
nudity. This is your opportunity to really sell yourself, so let's have
at it!" Sam was a little taken aback by M.L's statement, but this
is what she had been working for. She wasn't going to let this opportunity
slip by. She quickly and quietly gathered herself and went to work. For
hours, she was photographed in various modes of clothing in various poses.
As more time passed, the fewer and the skimpier the garments she wore.
When time finally came for the nude poses, M.L. put down his cameras and
prepared Sam for the next and final round of photographs. "For the
nude poses, we'll work in a room upstairs especially designed for complete
privacy and minimal distractions. I'll not only be snapping the camera,
but there will also be a mock up of a television camera. The mock camera
is there to help you adjust to their presence as you reach new heights."
A few minutes later, Sam walked into the upstairs studio. She gasped.
The room was completely white. The floor, walls and ceiling were painted
in the exact same shade. It was difficult to judge the dimensions of the
room. "Don't worry, it'll pass. All of my models experience some disorientation
when they first walk in here. When the shoot begins, you'll forget all
about it." For the next hour, M.L. led Sam through a series of poses.
She quickly forgot about the uneasiness she felt earlier, save for a few
moments when she was asked to pose on a white bed that she had not noticed
was in the room . It blended perfectly with the walls and floor! Another
hour later, M.L. finally announced that they were almost finished. The
timing couldn't be better, she was almost completely exhausted. "For
the next series of poses, I want you to assume the role of a living mannequin
again. This time, however, you get to choose the poses. I want you to hold
your poses for 3 minutes at a time. When you hit the ideal pose, I'll let
you know and we'll be finished." As Sam posed, M.L. took pictures
from several angles. "Okay! This is the one I've been waiting for!
Hold this pose!", she heard suddenly say. It was a simple pose, perhaps
the one she should have started with. She was facing the mock tv camera
with her legs spread a few feet apart and her hands on her hips. Her long,
red hair cascaded over the top of her shoulders, tickling her breasts.
M.L took several photos of Sam from just about ever conceivable angle.
He stopped and stood by the mock camera, resting against it. A bright smile
beamed from his face. Sam couldn't help but smile in return. M.L. then
quickly snapped a switch on the mock camera. Sam saw a white glow in the
'lens' of the mock camera. She started to ask M.L. what was happening with
the mock camera, but she couldn't force the air through her vocal cords.
Had the process that had begun taken more time, Sam might have panicked
inwardly. Instead, her world quickly went black and her consciousness drifted
M.L. on the other hand, stood and watched as Samantha's body changed.
He watched the light in her eyes dim and become dull. Her glossy lips suddenly
took a more flat tone. Her skin lightened in color until it was completely
white. Only her red hair did not seem to be affected by the transforming
light that enveloped Sam's body. M.L. slowly moved the device around Sam's
petrified body, bathing every exposed area until it assumed a shiny white
tone. He then switched off the device and walked up to frozen form that
was once a warm, breathing woman. He ran his hands over her face and then
explored every curve of this perfect body. He lightly tapped Sam's now
firmer, plastic breasts and then carried the petrified form downstairs.
He dressed her hardened body in the clothes she appeared to like best and
then took more pictures of her. With a bit of force, he was able to pose
her in a variety of positions.
It was now late at night. Tomorrow would bring another day and M.L. was already thinking ahead to another beautiful red-head with a new career ahead or her.