The AV President Turned Mannequin
"Huu... that was good, Manager."
"Yes♥"
Time was short, so we'd only done it once, but it was satisfying enough. As the manager and I straightened our clothes, she blushed with embarrassment, a faint smile playing on her lips—she clearly didn't hate it.
"A text from the president... She says she's leaving the new product demo for this client to me."
"Oh? Where'd she go?"
"She had something else to take care of. Said she'd come later."
"I see."
I'd been looking forward to seeing the president today, but it looked like she wasn't showing up again. A bit disappointing.
Come to think of it, I didn't grope anyone on the train this morning... damn.
It had become my daily routine—molesting some lewd slut on the commuter train every morning. But for some reason, I hadn't ridden it today, so I'd come straight to the office without my fix.
"Let's head up and check before the clients arrive. These guys are pretty picky, so we need to prep thoroughly."
"Got it."
I wanted to keep fucking her brains out, but we were here to work, after all. So I followed the manager upstairs to the office where we'd showcase the products for the clients.
"Huh? What's that...?"
In the middle of the office stood a mannequin in lingerie... Wait, a mannequin?
No way that's a person... and besides...
I was stunned inside because the woman posing as a mannequin was none other than the one I'd been groping every morning on the train.
"The president said she ordered a custom mannequin. Didn't expect it to be modeled after her, though."
"What? That mannequin's the president?!"
"Yeah... Surprising she modeled it herself, but damn, it's lifelike."
The manager genuinely gawked at the "mannequin" president in awe, fully buying it. But I caught her blinking when she thought we weren't looking—obviously human. No one else noticed, though. Just me.
Reminds me of that one porn I saw... where the boss's wife hides as a mannequin, and some clueless employee fucks her thinking it's real.
This time, the president herself was playing mannequin, and I was the only one in on it.
"Mannequins these days are so realistic... like a real person."
The manager flinched—just a tiny twitch.
"Yeah, totally."
She stared in genuine wonder, clueless. Watching her, I got a fun idea.
I slid my hand over... and squeezed her tits hard right in front of the "mannequin."
"Hah♥ S-Seojin?!"
"Stay still."
"W-wait, not here♥... Hng♥"
She was startled but didn't really resist. The president—"mannequin"—must be freaking out even more. Not only was her daily train molester working here as an intern, but now he was groping her subordinate's tits like it was nothing. Total chaos for her.
She's committed to not getting caught, even now... impressive.
"That earlier fuck wasn't enough... so I'm gonna rape your pussy again right here."
"B-but in a place like this♥ Hnng♥"
With the president right there, the manager acted like the real boss was watching.
Well... she kinda is.
Unable to imagine the actual president was witnessing this, she melted under my hands. The previous pounding must not have sated her—she was heating up fast.
"Ass out."
"Hng♥... Yes♥"
At my firm command, she stopped resisting and thrust her hips back. I yanked her panties down and slammed my cock in.
*Plunge!*
"Haaaaah♥♥"
"Feels good getting fucked right in front of the president, huh?"
"Hii♥ Ha♥ Hng♥ Haa♥ I-I don't know♥ Haaaah♥♥"
Her pussy clenched tighter than before, oblivious that she was really getting plowed in front of her boss. She gripped my cock like a vice.
"Doesn't it feel like the president's really watching?"
"Hng♥ Ung♥ I-I don't knooow♥♥"
Her squeezing cunt, still sloppy from earlier, refused to let go.
*Squish squish squish squish*
"Hng♥ Not in a place like thiiiis♥ Haa♥ We can't♥"
"I fuck when I want, so shut up and take it!"
*Plunge!*
"Haaaaaaaah♥♥♥♥♥"
I raped her rough like right in front of the boss, and she got even more excited, her pussy drooling juices everywhere.
She's pretty shocked, huh.
The president playing mannequin had flushed red, eyes trembling—she never imagined this. No matter how hard she tried, she was human; it showed. AV world folks might miss it, but not me.
*Squish squish squish squish squish*
"Ahn♥ Ahn♥ Ahn♥"
Lost in my cock, the manager didn't even glance at the president, moaning like a slut in depraved ecstasy.
*Squelch squelch squelch*
"Hnnng♥ N-not inside♥"
*Spurt spurt spuuuurt*
I blasted thick cum deep in her pussy. She shuddered in orgasm, face twisted in lewd bliss—on full display for the president.
"Good... now clean up."
"Yes♥"
Clients were coming soon, so we tidied up quick. The manager blushed shyly.
"That was... kinda hot♥"
"I'll rough-fuck you like that more often, then."
*Smack*
"Ahn♥... Yes♥"
She shivered happily as I slapped her ass. She headed up to prep documents before the clients arrived; I stayed to finish cleaning.
Now... what to do with her...
I smirked and approached the president still pretending to be a mannequin.
.....................
W-what the hell is going on?!?
Sekyung had been tense when the manager and intern entered, posing as the mannequin. Her shock spiked when she realized the intern was her daily train groper.
It was bad enough he worked here, but then he openly fucked—no, raped—her subordinate right in front of her. Forcing the manager's panties down and shoving that massive cock in... blatant misconduct.
Even pretending to be a mannequin didn't justify raping someone here. As he approached alone after the manager left, smirking...
"Gotta say, it's insanely realistic."
*Squeeze*
Hmmp?!♥
His casual grope and knead of her tits nearly made her gasp, but she held it in, staying statue-still.
"Ooh, the feel's perfect too."
Of course it is—it's real!!
She wanted to scream, but that would ruin her act. She gritted through it, desperate not to make a sound.
*Squeeze*
"Ass feels real too."
Any movement would give her away, so she froze. But his free-roaming hands on her tits and ass dredged up memories of the train molestation.
C-can't get wet♥ Hng♥
She looked calm, but her body betrayed her—arousal building, pussy starting to dampen. If he kept this up, she'd soak through. No way.
Just tell him... No, he'd definitely do something worse.
She knew his type—daily train pervert enjoying women's humiliation. Begging would make her vulnerable.
And he did that to the manager too... hng♥
From raping her subordinate in one day, Sekyung pegged him as scum. She couldn't let him catch her.
A morning groper who'd turn the manager into that in hours? Telling him now would spell disaster later.
"Feels more like a realdoll than a mannequin... President's taste, huh?"
Who're you calling a realdoll!!
"Eh... I'll play with it later. Clients are coming—better tidy up."
Phew...
Seojin wrapped up reluctantly as client time neared. Sekyung sighed inwardly in relief.
If he'd kept groping, her pussy would've drenched her panties, ruining everything. Close call—saved just in time.
Soon after, he finished and left her alone.
"Haa... haa... haa... That was close... And him as an intern...?"
Shaken by Seojin, she caught her breath, steeled herself, and resumed her mannequin pose, waiting for the clients.