Life Drawing

"Ok class," Mr. Newman said. "Today, we'll be starting a new project. A classic exercise that's been used to train artists for centuries, life drawing."

Behind him, at the far side of the room, a small, round platform elevated from the floor. On the platform was a single high stool. When Sam looked up, he noticed extra lights hanging from a rig in the sub-ceiling.

"Now, I know everyone here wants to draw, but we need one person to disrobe and pose for the rest of the class...."

Around the room, the campers stood there silently. One woman, a buxom brunette with large lips and hazel eyes, looked at the stage and bit her bottom lip.

"Over the next few weeks, each of you will spend a class posing, so you won't be missing out on anything, but I need a volunteer for today..."

Around the room, the campers stood there silently.

"C'mon now," Mr. Newman said. "Surely you can't be bashful about showing a little skin? This guy was naked just a minute ago and no one seemed to mind!" He slapped Sam on the back.