I suppose so

I did not want her to see me run away and call the police, so I **** myself to walk closer to her.

"You should wear a robe or something when you're in the hallways. Now, get in here. We've been waiting for you."

I stepped into the room and she followed me. Before me were about twenty males and females around twenty something with their pads of paper in front of them.

"I need you to get up there and strike a pose for about a minute and change. I'll time you."

I saw a platform with a white bedsheet drapped across it, and assumed that was where I was supposed to stand. I realized I was still covering myself and gritted my teeth as I uncovered my genitals to assume the role of an art model.

I looked out at some very pretty girls. One had cleavage showing in her low cut blouse. I felt myself get a hard penis and stuck a pose with my arms over my head. I was observed by all these people, I planned to take the sheet beneath my feet after this class and get out of the building and be on my way.

The nice looking teacher called time and I changed positions. Then a young guy in a robe appeared at the open doorway and I figured he was the model assigned to this room. The teacher saw him and spoke up.

"We don't need anymore models today, thank you."

With that, the guy in robe looked angry at me and stormed off. I kept up the ruse of being a model and felt my hard penis poking out as I turned in another direction. All eyes were on me and I felt I had **** but to keep going at this point.