Moonlighting

The Instructor of the Art Class had Matt fill out an employment form when he showed up for his assignment. Glancing over the tops of her wire-rim glasses, she scanned the completed sheet of paper. With arched eyebrows of mild surprise, she asked, "Hmmm, you are a CPA working for an accounting firm?"

"Yes, M'am," Matt answered. "Is that o.k.?"

"Yeah, it's fine," she replied, running her fingers through her long, streaked hair. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties and was quite attractive. "Usually we get college students or unemployed actors. Come on," she told him, leading him out into the hall. "I'll show you where to disrobe."

There was a small room, not much bigger than a broom closet, actually, that she unlocked. "Put your clothes in one of these lockers," she pointed to the metal cabinets lining one wall. "They will be safe here. The door locks behind you and I am the only one with a key."

As she started to leave, she asked, "Is business slow at your firm?"

"M'am?" he asked, not understanding her interest in his 'real' job.

"I mean," she went on to explain, "I figured this might would be embarrassing for you. Most of our models are embarrassed at first. Until they get used to it. You're going to be spending the next two hours posing naked in a room full of women. Oh," she adjusted her glasses, "Did I mention this is an all-female class?"

"No," Matt flashed a toothy grin, "But I was hoping some of the students would be female. All female is better still." He started unbuttoning his shirt, "That's why I sought out this job. I find being naked around a female, or females, is exhilarating."

"Exhilarating, huh?" she smirked somewhat skeptically. "Join us in the classroom at the end of the hall as soon as you can. I'm going out to go over our goals with the students for this session. Oh," she shook her head, realizing she had forgotten something. "This is your first time. Let me explain the details. You will have to hold a pose for twenty-five minutes. At the end of that time you will take a five-minute break. Move around, stretch your limbs and joints. Then back to the same pose. The class lasts for two hours and you will be paid in cash at the end of it. Any questions?"

As he removed his shoes, he said, "Nope. No questions. . . I'm looking forward to this."

She made a half-smile and shook her head. As she departed, she muttered the word, "Exhilarating."

When Matt strolled into the classroom, wrapped in an ankle-length white terry-cloth robe, he saw that there was a raised platform in the center of the studio. Grouped around it were seven students sitting in folding chairs. In front of each was a wooden easel with a blank, large drawing pad. Like the Instructor, the students all appeared to be in their twenties and rather attractive. Except maybe for the one Latin girl who was a bit pudgy for his taste. However, she was offset by another Latin girl who was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Long dark hair and even longer legs, displayed to her advantage by the white shorts she was wearing.

He had entered the room half-erect, just from anticipating the situation. But by the time he stepped up on the platform, he had a full boner. When he loosen the belt of the robe and let the garment slip from his shoulders to puddle around his feet, the women gasped. Matt hoped the gasps were of approval.

The Instructor stepped up to Matt, picked up the robe, and directed him how to get into the desired pose. As she walked away, she winked at him and whispered, "Exhilarating."