Post Job Interview

Once all the students had left the studio, the Instructor told Matt to meet her in her office and she would pay him for the evening's session.

"You seem to really be into this type of work," she commented as she sat down on the black leather couch in her office. He agreed with her assessment, reminding her that he had told her so at the start.

"Yes, but two things," she pointed out. "One, you didn't bother to put on your robe after the class. You just walked in here to talk with me as naked as the day you were born. And two . . ."

She pointed to the erection he was sporting. "You just got off, and yet you are hard again."

Matt could only grin sheepishly at that.

"You know . . ." she said slowly, obviously in deep thought, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

"Another modeling job?" he asked hopefully.

She shook her head, her long blonde hair waving about. Mysteriously she answered, "Something else."

Standing up to go to her desk, she took out her key-ring and unlocked a desk drawer to extract a tin box. She counted out the agreed amount and as he took it, he commented, "I almost feel guilty accepting this."

"You can give it back if you like," she smiled, holding out her palm.

"No. I think I'm going to buy my wife something with this," he answered. He folded the bills to stick into his front pants pocket. Then he realized he wasn't wearing any. Or anything else, for that matter.

Laughing, the Instructor said, "Come on. I'll unlock the door for your clothes."