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I pressed the lobby button on the elevator and the naked Russian beauty and I made our way down the outside of the building. It was a serious chance to take since the world was now in full motion again, but I knew that I would have it covered.
It was good to be back in my own body again, not that being Enrique Iglesias (or anyone else famous for that matter) didn’t have its perks. I stretched and let out a yawn before putting my arm around the still frozen Anna Kournikova and tapping her right breast with my fingers. I had to still concentrate on keeping her and the others in the Presidential Suite frozen in time during this elevator run, which was getting more difficult with the tennis star beside me, naked as a jay bird. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. I squeezed her breast with my right hand and probed her ear with my tongue. Her face was blank again; her blue eyes frozen and unblinking, her mouth slightly open. I didn’t know why, but I found that look to be so attractive. The elevator lurched a bit as we arrived at the lobby and as the ding of the elevator sounded and the doors opened, I snapped my fingers and time stopped once again.
I took hold of Anna’s hand and we walked through the sparely populated and frozen lobby like a couple taking a stroll in the park. We walked past the front desk where a decidedly much cleaner Natalie was in the middle of helping a woman with long black hair at the counter. The hotel manager had changed her shirt and cleaned her face. She looked as if she had re-applied her makeup and by the smile on her face, had been doing her best to put the surprise of recent events behind her. The bellhop, however, was nowhere to be found. Had she fired him?
We walked up to the store where I had found Elizabeth and looked at the display window. Three mannequins stood in short summer dresses in various poses. A young woman was frozen as she changed the mannequin at the end. Perfect, I thought to myself, smiling all the way.
I moved the young window dresser aside and removed the dress from the mannequin. It was a white dress with a V-neck and decorated with red flowers and green stems. It was actually quite nice. I looked at the tag and wasn’t quite sure if it would even fit Anna, it just seemed a little small.
She was standing at attention so it wasn’t much of an effort to get it on her. I simply slipped it over her head, moved her arms through the openings, and pulled it down. As it turned out, the dress barely fit her. On the mannequin, it was a loose fitting summer dress, on Anna, it was a tight fitting evening dress that enhanced her figure and showed plenty of cleavage.
I straightened out the minor wrinkles on the dress, much like the woman must have been doing to the mannequin. I pulled the sides near her chest and stretched them out. The outline of her breasts and erect nipples were now clearly visible through the thin fabric. I smoothed out the wrinkles across her tight stomach and sides. After stepping back a minute and after eyeing her head to toe and realizing that she had nothing on her feet, I went into the store to look for some match red shoes. I wanted her to wear some nice strappy ones so I came back with a series of sizes of the same ones. I lay Anna down on the ground and lifted her beautiful feet onto my lap.
The shoes were the kind that were "barely there". They had one thin strap near the toes and one that went around the ankle to hold it in place. I was always a foot man and one with as pretty toes as Anna should have shoes that showed them off. After some trial and error, I found a pair of size 6’s that fit her perfectly. I picked her up like a surfboard and carried her to the spot where the mannequin was, placed her down, and began moving her body parts trying to get the right pose. I bent her left arm so that it lay across her chest and adjusted her hand to clutch the fabric opening down the front of the summer dress. It looked as if young Anna was ready to flash someone. I moved her arm outward so that more and more of her breast would be exposed and stopped just before she showed too much. I lifted her skirt and bunched it up in her other hand, exposing a whole lot of her right leg and thigh. I tilted her head to the side and played with her soft face a while to get the right expression. I molded her eyes and fine-tuned her mouth so that I could give her a breathy Marilyn Monroe style smile. I tousled her long blonde hair a bit with my fingers, smoothed it down her shoulders, and then stood back to admire my handiwork. Anna was in a stunningly sexy pose that would be sure to garner attention. Her firm body clung to the dress which was probably a size too small. Her tanned legs and tanned chest would be sure to draw the attention that I hoped it would.
I wondered to myself why I had never thought of this before. This was so much fun! The thought of posing and taking control of anyone I wished (especially an "untouchable" like Anna) was so intoxicating. I had to sit at the benches across from the store window to quell my growing erection.
When it wouldn’t go away, I looked for a release. I walked up to the woman who was adjusting the mannequin earlier. She was petite, kinda cute, long brown hair. Her name tag told me that her name was Susan and was from Syracuse, New York.
I had her get on her knees before me, rest her hands at her sides and open her mouth wide. I undid my pants, pulled down my shorts, and put my cock in her mouth. I sent her out a mental command to close her mouth slowly and then stopped her when her lips were perfectly around my member. I took hold of her head with both my hands and began thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth. When it hardly felt like anything was happening, I had her move her tongue right under my cock. I felt the warmth and wetness that I needed and began pumping faster now, letting the full length of my member thrust deep inside Susan’s moving mouth. I let go of her head and let my cock hit the top of her mouth with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building so I grabbed her head once again and came deep inside her mouth. I didn’t want her to gag once I started time so I had Susan swallow once, then twice to make sure she got every bit of my seed. I pulled my softening member out of her mouth and tucked myself back in. It was a much shorter time than I was used to, but the excitement of playing with Anna the doll had pushed me closer to the edge faster than I wanted. I staggered back to the benches and sat down.
I focused my power on Anna and the people in the Presidential Suite and snapped my fingers to start the world again. Immediately, the sound of the world came back on and people began shuffling around me. Susan, whom I had left in that submissive position blinked her eyes twice and looked around in fear, wondering how she had gotten there. She stood up, put a hand to her mouth, and wiped her lips with her finger.
Anna was still frozen in the window just as I had wanted. Some people walked right past her without a pause. A few people walking by the store did a double take. Many more men did more than just a double take. Some people, just stared.
"Is that…? Nah!"
"She seems so life-like…"
"I can’t believe that pose!"
"Dude, she’s hot!"
"Can they do that?"
"I wonder if that dress is on sale…"
I smiled. The manager of the store, who was probably looking for her sales clerks, stopped to see what the people were looking at. She turned to the window and let out a gasp. She walked briskly to the window and I thought about stopping the world once again, but before I could, she grabbed the mannequin beside the frozen Anna, and carried it off.
"This is the wrong dress! We’re advertising the summer collection now!"
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