Naked modelling for the Art Class

“This... this seems a little too ****, Alex. I mean... how are we supposed to survive in college and not become the laughingstock of everyone… especially the boys?”

The two spies had been dragged back to class and threatened to cooperate with Mandy's punishment. Their teacher, Mrs. Bell, was beyond furious and not in a charitable mood.

“Well, it's either this or getting expelled…” Alex replied, gulping. Both girls were nervously standing at the podium at the center of the art class, butt naked. Their punishment was to be the live models and do all the poses Mandy demanded of them.

“...I just hope our reputation as these "sweet, innocent little girls" won't be ruined because of this.”

“Right… I think that reputation only existed in your head, Clover.”

“Excuse me?” Mandy growled. “Who said you could talk? Shut up and stand with your feet apart, lift your arms at your sides and stretch like the Vitruvian Woman!”

“Ugh, Mandy is really... too much! The athletic team and the basketball team are here! We can't do this!” Clover replied, imitating Alex in lifting her leg to try to cover her crotch from the smiling boys.

“I know! I invited them here! Now less lip and more pose. Arms at your side, Clover!”

Feeling her face beam brighter than a lighthouse, Clover stretched her arms at her sides, Alex following suit. The boys in the class whistled, staring at the spies' curvy physiques like hungry wolves. The girls giggled at their discomfort.

The duo stood still for what felt like an eternity. The class began to sketch their lively breasts, their legs long enough to double as runways, the folds and mounds of their most private area immortalized in canvas. Clover's face turned sourer with each passing second, her blush now as red as the catsuit she usually wore.

“H-hey, cheer up!” Alex whispered. “At least it can't get any worse than this, right?”

“I... I am not sure Alex... this is the most embarrassing moment of our lives and we are barely in our second semester in college! How are we supposed to come back tomorrow?! Our reputations will be ruined forever!”

“I'm s-sure we'll think of something. Maybe we can come into class wearing paper bags on our heads?”

“Hey, dumbos. Time for a new pose! This time something more passionate. I want you two to hug and kiss like lovers. Tongue on the tongue, got it?”

Mandy and Alex looked into their eyes, almost drowning in the mutual mortification they found in each other. Alex weakly grabbed Clover's hips and gently pulled her in. She puckered her lips and pressed them against those of her surprised friend.

The class erupted into wild cheers and whistles before getting to work on their new sketch. The two spies held their pose with their eyes closed.

Even so, they could feel each other's breasts pushing against their own, their bare legs rubbing, their soft lips sliding one atop the other. The warmth of the other's face was no doubt heated by their intense blush.

In the end, it was too awkward for Clover, who broke apart from the kiss. “Uffff... that was very embarrassing and uncomfortable. Are you okay, Alex? We need to hang in there and act like nothing is wrong, like this is normal and that we usually do this...”

“That's worse Clover! I don't want people to think you are my girlfriend! You aren't even my type! … Although I guess it wasn't so bad, you taste like strawberry. Is that a new lipstick? Ack!”

Mandy decided to slap Alex behind. “Hey, who said you could stop?”

“I-“

“Lucky for you we were already done. In fact, we wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice.”

“Thank goodness. I was almost about to pass out from embarrassment,” Clover admitted, pulling her face away from Alex and remembering the rest of the class. All the boys were staring at her butt and comparing it to the various fruits of the classroom's fruit bowl. The apple seemed to be the most agreed-upon facsimile. “Eww! This was totally not necessary, Mandy. You went too far this time...”

Mandy smiled. “Oh, my dear stupid Clover. I'm not even halfway to the finish line.”

“L-look at the paintings Clover…” Alex said, her voice quivering. “They are quite detailed…See? They nailed the mortified look in your eyes…”

Clover looked at the whole gallery's worth of paintings the class had produced. While their quality varied, they were unmistakably portraits of her own naked body. Immortalized for everyone to judge…

“Well... yeah... I see... they are very... creative in their paintings... so... so... colorful, too... I guess... This is... this is really embarrassing...” Clover admitted, hanging her blushing head in shame.