Art Class

One day while eating lunch you notice a flyer up in the cafeteria asking for life model for an art class. You exchange a few emails with a Professor Becker and agree to met at the art room, next Tuesday.

You arrive at the art room 15 minutes before the class is set to start. The art teacher, Professor Becker, was there setting up some easels. She is an attractive woman, about 34, with long blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes, which she hid behind black, half-moon framed glasses. She explains that you will be modeling for her advanced class, which only consisted of 5 students. She asks about your experience, and you tell her, “none”.

“Oh, its easy. You just stand there and let my students draw you.” Professor Becker says. “Then after class you’ll get $300.”

“That sounds great.” You shake her hand.

“Great, thank you SO much for doing this. There is just one more thing I need before we get started.”

“Yes?” you ask.

“I’d like to make sure you’ll make a good model for my students. Please take off your shirt, and drop your pants and underwear.” She informs you.

You are a bit stunned, but you take a breath and oblige. You pull your shirt off and drop it on the chair next to you. You undo your belt and pull your pants and boxers down to your ankles. You stand there in silence as Professor Becker looks you over.

“Very nice. You’ll do perfectly.” She smiles and hands you a robe.

You sit on the stool in the middle of the room as the students start to come in. As the fifth and final student enters you discover they are all women. You hadn’t expected this. The students are not at all what you thought they’d be. Sitting around you are 5 of the cutest girls you’ve ever seen.

You sit on the stool, feeling a little self-conscious about being naked in front of these women. You try to ignore their gazes as they start sketching and painting. After a few minutes, one of the students asks if she can get a closer look at your body.

“Uh, sure,” you stammer, not quite understanding what she means.

The student comes up close to you, leaning in so her face is only inches from your crotch. She gasps softly and then whispers something to the girl sitting next to her. They both giggle and then go back to their drawings.

You try to not think about being naked in front of a room full of attractive women, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult with everyone staring at you like this. As time goes by, more of the students seem to be getting closer and closer, some even touching your body lightly as they study it. You are continually fighting, clenching your fists, thinking about baseball, anything you can do to keep from getting an erection and embarrassing yourself.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Professor Becker calls an end to the class. The students gather their things and file out of the room, giving you one last look as they go. When everyone has left, Professor Becker approaches you with a serious expression on her face.

“Thank you for your time today,” she says softly. “Let me go get your payment out of the lock-box.”

When she leaves you quickly get dressed. She comes back in and hands you three $100 bills.

As you head out, she asks if you would be interested in coming back next week.