Once again, this is an ongoing story inspired by the work of Thorne Smith's "Night Life of the Gods"...
"Easy…easy, guys! Careful!" Petra cautioned as the workers eased the petrified figure of Julie Covington onto the pedestal in the middle of the fountain in the mansion's front court. The workmen slowly laid the Julie-statue's feet square onto a dabbing of quick-drying cement which would hold her immovably in place. It took an awkward moment of trying to explain how on earth a life-sized statue had ended up in a shower, but Petra figured her explanation of an elaborate practical joke sufficed. Rich people are probably thought of as eccentric anyway, and the workers were being paid very generously by Petra to do the job most discreetly while the house was mostly deserted. Only Fifi was inside, and Petra knew she could count on the loyal maid to remain quiet even if she didn't know quite what was going on. Petra had the work crew in and off the grounds in a little under five hours, most of which was spent delicately moving the statue of Julie from the upstairs bathroom to the outdoor fountain. Mounting the statue on the empty capital was the easy part. Petra always thought the fountain was quite drab, Julie's shapely presence certainly brightened it. Julie was just a much more contemporary version now of the statues which once graced great fountains.
"She looks pretty good up there," Petra said to herself as she watched the workers remove the padded ropes which had supported the statue. With the figure firmly cemented in place, Julie wasn't going to be going anywhere soon. Not that her stone body would allow her to move anyway…
When the work crew departed, Petra took out her camera and began taking pictures of Julie from all angles. Zoom in on her face, petrified in fright. Full-figure shot. Close-up of the perfect ass. Another zoom on the breasts. A little later I can videotape some footage that Julie would be able to use for her 'research'. Time enough for that later, after all Julie wasn't going anywhere now! "There's nothing like first-hand experience, is there, Julie?" Petra spoke enticingly. "Being made of solid stone now you can appreciate the feelings I have about the pure joy, the power of being able to command everyone's attention.
Standing in the bright sunlight under a blue, cloudless day, Julie remained stone-silent as Petra continued to snap away. It was a perfect pose, Petra admitted. Julie's shocked and sudden petrification had resulted in a very classical-looking bathing nymph or goddess pose. Trying futilely to protect her modesty with widened sightless eyes and stretched open mouth, Julie was a definite marble masterpiece.
A small robin fluttered out of the sky and landed on Julie's whitened
shoulder. Petra giggled at Julie's oblivious marble state to her avian
companion as an idea suddenly struck her. "Have fun Julie, I'll catch you
later! Don't move!" Petra waved at the petrified woman as she departed back
into the house.
[Stay tuned for the next intriguing adventures of our interpid statuephiles!]