Mackenzie agrees to model nude

Mackenzie really didn't want to accept it, but she knew what she had to do. With one more forlorn sigh, the redhead peeled off her ankle socks, her last surviving clothes from that morning's outfit, and placed them on a nearby shelf. Now, finally rendered completely nude, she strode over and took a seat on the provided chair. She felt her bare ass come into contact with the cool smooth wood and couldn't help but shiver slightly. Mackenzie looked around at the gathered students, all of whom were staring so silently and intently at her, and she gulped nervously. She was in a room with two dozen other people and, of course, she was the only one without any clothes on. Sadly, it was familiar territory for the luckless redhead.

The professor directed her to start with an easy pose, sitting up and resting her hands on her knees, arms straight. Mackenzie complied, baring everything for the assembled class to see. As she'd expected, it felt embarrassing. But, perhaps because of the quiet, almost clinical atmosphere of the students, it wasn't as embarrassing as she'd feared. It didn't feel great that they were all openly staring at her naked body. But, in between the intense assessments of her bare form, they were all glancing down and scribbling lines onto their sketchbooks. No one was leering or ogling her. It truly did feel different from the other dozens of times Mackenzie had found herself naked in front of strangers.

After a few minutes, the professor had Mackenzie change position again. This time, she crossed her legs, cocked her head to the side, and draped her arms behind the chair. Once again, the sound of pencils on paper filled the room. With her head turned this way, she could see Cass seated at the edge of the crowd. Her new friend shot Mackenzie a thumbs up, though the sheepish expression on her face conveyed her unspoken apology at landing the nude model in this situation. Mackenzie returned the sentiment with the tiniest nod, trying to let Cass know it wasn't her fault, before returning to stillness.

It was more than a little bizarre for her. Not the aspect of being seen in the buff by so many people. That aspect was (she had to begrudgingly admit) part of her day-to-day life. But it felt weird to just... accept it. She wasn't trying to run or hide or do... anything really. Mackenzie just accepted her nudity in front of the class. There was still a level of embarrassment that came with it, but it was... significantly less somehow.

This really isn't even that bad... Mackenzie thought to herself. Not that I'd ever want to do this again. It's still embarrassing and all, but it's really kind of... fine? Like it feels fine. ...I feel fine. I'm naked in front of all these strangers, but I feel fine with it. Huh...

As the minutes of the class stretched on, Cass was relieved to see that Mackenzie seemed to relax. At least a little bit. She felt horrible that she'd inadvertently volunteered Mackenzie as the live model, but had to admit she didn't seem to be minding it all too much now. And luckily, as she cycled through pose after pose, Mackenzie wasn't paying attention to what Cass was doing in the slightest.

The pink haired girl took the time to update her fellow SSFC members on the newest development.

Slight delay with Plan 7, Cass texted to their group chat.

what kind of delay?, Eric responded.

SS is currently modelling for a drawing class, so we'll need to set things back a bit.

lol I should have known she'd jump at the chance to do something like that, Eric replied.

Awww, I bet she's loving it! Milly added.

Cass wasn't sure how to respond to her fellow members. Earlier today, she would have thought the same thing; that Mackenzie had purposefully inserted herself into a situation where she could be seen naked in front of others. But Cass knew that wasn't how things had happened. So, she settled for a neutral response.

I'll get her back on track for Plan 7, but she'll likely be about an hour behind the original timetable, Cass replied.

no prob. hell there might even be MORE people gathered around that time, Eric responded. either way, we'll make sure everyone gets a good long look as she welcomes everyone back

Hell yessss, Milly chimed in, adding half a dozen eye emojis.

Cass looked back up at the nude model, unsure what to do. She felt conflicted about forcing Mackenzie into the humiliating finale of Plan 7 that the SSFC had concocted.

Cass briefly sputtered when she noticed Mackenzie's latest pose. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't been watching Mackenzie with the detached artistic eye that everyone else in the room had been, but Cass found the pose a bit more... suggestive than any of the previous ones. The nude model had her legs spread fairly far apart, but had one leg tucked up on the chair. Her foot was placed in front of her womanhood and both her hands were resting on her ankle while she gazed down at the floor. It wasn't a lewd pose by any means, but it was certainly more... provocative than the earlier ones had been. (And, admittedly, the pose left Mackenzie's breasts rather nicely framed front and center for all to see.)

The covert SSFC member had spent most of the class carefully watching Mackenzie, though. She'd been looking intently for any signs that Mackenzie was secretly enjoying all of the attention focused on her. Maybe some slightly heavier breathing, or a slightly more flushed face. And to her surprise, Cass couldn't really notice any. Well, apart from Mackenzie's nipples being visibly stiff. But the room wasn't exactly the warm, despite the dozens of bodies in it.

That made Cass believe that perhaps her new friend was telling the truth. Maybe she didn't really like streaking after all! After all, it was Cass's own fault that Mackenzie had somehow wound up in the role of the class's model. She wouldn't have even been in this situation otherwise! So maybe Mackenzie was telling the truth that she never got naked on purpose...

But on the other hand, Cass didn't notice any signs of discomfort either. If Mackenzie really was as embarrassed about being seen nude as she claimed, then where were the nervous trembles as she held her poses? Or the bashful blushes as she looked around at the gathered students. Hell, Mackenzie practically looked downright comfortable being the only person in the room with no clothes on!

It left Cass quite perplexed on how much of Mackenzie's version of things to believe. True, it was thanks to the SSFC that she'd been stripped naked in the middle of campus that day. But even on days where they didn't enact any plans at all, Mackenzie had still ended up bared for all to see! So what was the truth?

The pink haired girl stood up and quietly excused herself from the room. The class was almost over, and she still had to go get Mackenzie something to wear afterwards.

As she walked down the empty hallway, Cass found herself with a lot of unanswered questions. Did Mackenzie always "lose" her clothes on purpose or not? Did she enjoy being seen naked by people or not? And, most importantly, should she proceed with the rest of the SSFC's plan or not? If Cass wanted to stick to her instructions, she'd provide Mackenzie with a tampered painting apron from a nearby room. But if she wanted to give Mackenzie a way out of the plan's big finale, Cass thought she knew where there some spare robes in a nearby art supply closet. Cass wanted to believe Mackenzie. She really did! But she just... wasn't sure.

The SSFC member gave a heavy sigh. She'd made up her mind.

"And let's call that the last pose for the day, shall we?" Professor Malcolm called.

Mackenzie relaxed her arms from the pose she'd been holding and allowed herself to heave a slight sigh of relief. She'd been able to achieve some level of comfort for most of the session, which had surprised her quite a bit. Maybe it was something about the professional demeanor of the students, but for once Mackenzie hadn't felt completely mortified about being stuck naked in front of everyone!

The nude redhead rose from the chair, stretching and still feeling not quite completely uncomfortable about being naked. But those feelings started to fade as the students all began packing up their belongings and milling about. The din of the students departing broke the quiet atmosphere of the drawing session like a rock tumbling into the pristine water of a still lake. And Mackenzie found her embarrassment rapidly returning.

"Thank you again, Mackenzie," Professor Malcolm said, approaching her. "You did wonderfully for your first time!"

"Oh, uh, thanks," Mackenzie awkwardly giggled. She fought the urge to cover up with her hands as she faced the professor. After all, he'd had plenty of time to see everything by that point. Instead she just... let him see her.

"What did I tell you? Not as bad as you thought, right?" he said. "I hope you'll consider doing it again in the future. The art department is always looking for prospective models for various classes!"

"I, um," Mackenzie distractedly said, starting to look around for Cass, "I'll think about it!"

She breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted Cass walking up to her, holding something that looked promisingly like fabric!

Cass briefly apologized to the professor about the "mix-up" again, reassuring him that she'd get Mackenzie sorted and on her way. Professor Malcolm happily agreed before promptly leaving for his next class of the day. That left the room almost completely empty of everyone but the two girls. The sole other remaining occupant was a strikingly handsome boy. He had been hanging back until everyone else left, but he now approached Mackenzie and Cass.

"Here. For you," he said, handing Mackenzie one of his drawings.

"O-oh! Thanks?" Mackenzie sheepishly said as she accepted the paper. Now that she was actually talking with one of the boys in the class, she was wishing more than ever that she actually had some clothes on!

She was expecting a simple sketch, but the drawing on it utterly shocked her with its quality. It was an extremely detailed pencil drawing, complete with shading. And it showed her, sitting there, looking almost angelically beautiful. And, of course, in all her naked glory.

"Wow! This is... just wow!" she exclaimed. "I thought you guys were just making like, y'know, quick sketches. I mean, I only held each pose for a few minutes!"

"Marco here is a bit of a showoff sometimes," Cass said, before begrudgingly admitting, "but he's got the talent to back it up."

The tan, muscled boy brushed his long brown hair out his face and looked Mackenzie in the eye for a few long silent moments. Mackenzie almost felt like he was gazing into her soul as she took in his own dark brown eyes in turn.

"I hope you'll model for me again sometime, Mackenzie. You were quite the gorgeous muse today."

"Oh! Um... thank... you?" Mackenzie said, a bit lost for words standing naked in front of such a hot guy, "S-sure..."

And without another word, he left the art room as well.

"Wow..." Mackenzie muttered, feeling slightly like she'd just formed a new crush in record time.

"Oh, he's a charmer that one," Cass muttered. "But a word of advice, don't get your hopes up. About half the freshmen girls in the art department have asked him out and he's turned them all down. Says 'art is his one true love' if you can believe it!"

"Oh, don't worry about me, I wasn't even thinking about it!" Mackenzie chuckled, only lying a little bit. "I mean, he's cute and all but... as if!"

"By the way, I grabbed you something to wear," Cass said to the still naked redhead.

She handed Mackenzie the bundle of fabric.