A way out...for a price

"Kate."

Kate jerked awake as someone called her name and shook her by the shoulder. Looking up and stifling a yawn, Kate saw that the meeting had ended and the staff were slowly dispersing. The nude girl reckoned that she could only have been dozing for a short while, as her body still felt exhausted.

Suddenly remembering her lack of dress, Kate squeaked and hastily re-covered herself with her arms.

"Clothes!" she involuntarily exclaimed, a blush quickly rising up her cheeks when she clocked what she had said.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Kate," the art teacher smiled, packing up some papers. "I was wondering if you would consider modeling for me this afternoon. I have been hoping to run a life drawing class for some time."

"Life drawing?!" Kate squeaked. "Don't you have to be n-naked for those?"

"Well, they are designed to exhibit the beauty of the human form."

"But I don't want people seeing me-"

"I understand your concerns," the teacher smiled, clasping Kate's hands in her own as the naked girl rose to her feet. "But it will be fully professional. No cameras are allowed, and if you wish to remain anonymous I have a mask that you can wear."

Standing this close to the student, the teacher could see the detail of her flawless skin, her pert breasts and rock-hard nipples standing to attention.

"Your boyfriend is very lucky," she smiled, gathering up the last of her belongings.

"I err...don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh, I'm sorry; your girlfriend, then."

"No!" Kate cringed. "I'm not gay! I just...I'm single..."

Stopping in her tracks, the teacher turned slowly around and studied the naked, embarrassed shivering girl. A girl that wasn't just single...but a girl who had never even had sex.

"You're a virgin, aren't you? I have an eye for these things."

"No! No, I'm not!" Kate protested, mortified.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about, Kate. Everyone develops at their own pace. But that decides it, you HAVE to model for me now. Come on, let's go to my studio."

"Wait!" Kate protested as she was led towards the door, her bare feet struggling to find resistance on the smooth wooden floor. "Can I at least have something to wear?! It's s-so c-cold!"

The teacher dropped Kate's hand, shrugged off her jacket, and handed it over.

The archer quickly and gratefully threw the garment around her shoulders, pulling her arms through the sleeves and holding the sides closed over her torso.

Kate reluctantly followed the teacher out into the chilly corridor, her bare feet slapping loudly on the cold stone floor. She could already hear the sound of the campus waking up, and she knew at any moment someone could walk round the corner and see her half-naked.

"Please can we hurry up?" Kate pleaded, frantically scanning in all directions, her chest heaving under the denim.

"Don't lose confidence, Kate," the teacher smiled. "It's rare that someone as innocent as yourself is so comfortable with her nudity."

Kate's face somehow went an even deeper red at both the insinuation that she was a nudist and the reminder that she was yet to have sex.

With the hand not holding the jacket closed, Kate brushed her dark hair forwards and kept her eyes fixed on her bare feet in an attempt to hide her face. If someone did see her, the archer wanted to make sure that no one could identify her. She mused that never having been seen nude by anyone meant that she was unidentifiable from the neck down.

Before long, they reached the art studio. Kate tapped one bare foot impatiently and squeezed her thighs together as the teacher selected the correct key.

The moment the heavy door was open, Kate fell inside.