In addition to working as a professional ballet dancer, I'm also a nude model.
My agent is a woman named Darya. Like me, she's also a dancer with the Chandler Theatre. I suppose we both like to keep busy.
Of course, sometimes nude modeling comes uncomfortably close to being prostitution. This was especially apparent when Darya got me a job modeling for a bunch of lawyers from a local law firm.
Auermann, Schiffer and Witt LLP had had an extremely profitable quarter, and one of the bosses at that law firm decided to reward some of her most productive employees by taking them to a beach party and hiring me as the entertainment.
"The client's name is Monica Staff," Darya explained, "She's rented a section of beach for a private party from 7:00 PM until midnight. You need to get there before the party starts.
There was no place near that section of beach to park, so the plan was to park at a different section of beach about a mile away and then walk the rest of the way.
Nari volunteered to drive me to the beach, and then drive me home afterwards. I thought this was odd, as I could just as easily drive myself.
"Yeah, this is really more you doing a favor for me," Nari explained, "After I drop you off, I want to see you walking down the beach, wearing this swimsuit."
Nari held up a garment that was far too tiny to be called a swimsuit. It was more like a collection of strings with a glandular condition.
"Nari, what the hell is this?" I asked, holding up the offending garment up to the light.
"It's a micro-thong," Nari explained, "This part here is the waistband, this thin piece here goes in between your butt cheeks and this piece of fabric holds in your genitals."
I looked at Nari and protested, "If I wear that in public, my ass will be completely exposed, and that piece of fabric that's supposed to hold my penis and scrotum is too small. I'll never be able to stuff everything into that small piece of cloth."
Nari gave me an adoring look, placed his hands on me and said, "The beaches in California aren't like the beaches wear you come from. Men and women in California wear swimsuits on the beach that leave their butts exposed all the time."
"And this pubic pouch?" I asked, as I held up the micro-thong, "My cock will be spilling out of it. I'll get arrested for indecent exposure."
Nari insisted that it was possible for me to conceal my genitals within the tiny micro-thong, I disagreed. In the end, we put it to the test, and it was an awkward and challenging ordeal.
I stood there naked and Nari helped me to step into the tiny, black swimsuit. I pulled the waistband up and as Nari said, the thinnest piece of fabric went up tightly between my butt cheeks, leaving my ass completely exposed.
Maybe the beachgoers in California were accustomed to seeing men's exposed buttocks at the beach, however, there was definitely a problem with the part of the swimsuit that was supposed to cover my genitals.
The fabric that covered my cock was made of spandex or some sort of stretchy material, but if I was fully erect, my cock was still too big to fit. No matter how much Nari and I attempted to fit my cock and balls into the swimsuit, the tip of my cock kept forcing its way out.
"Look, I just can't wear this at the beach, okay?" I said to Nari, "It's just not big enough to hold all of me in."
"It would be big enough if you're cock weren't so hard," Nari insisted, "I'll help you get your erection down before I take you to the beach. This can still work."
I tried to argue with Nari, but he becomes an irresistible force when he wants something. Eventually, I gave in and agreed to his plan.
As Nari promised, he had a plan to get my erection to go down. It was the sort of plan you'd expect from Nari. He got down on his knees and he took my cock into his mouth.
I'm not allowed to play with myself and Nari rations my orgasms, so my cock is constantly hard and erect. My cock was so sensitive, it began to throb the instant, Nari wrapped his lips around it.
"Aaahhh," I gasped, and my cock twitched inside Nari's mouth. Then Nari worked his talented tongue across the underside of my penis, making my naked body tremble with libidinous desire.
"Ohhh, Oh God, Nari," I exclaimed. Then Nari pulled back and tongued the head of my cock, before swallowing me to the hilt. I could feel the tip of my cock touch the back of his throat and Nari held onto my ass as he fellated me.
Nari's mouth was wet with saliva, warm, welcoming and familiar. I panted as Nari's mouth and tongue did wonderful things to my cock and when my orgasm finally hit, I ejaculated into Nari's mouth again and again and again. It seemed as if my orgasm went on forever, and Nari just kept swallowing it all until I was utterly spent.
Nari, licked a few last drops of semen from the tip of my cock, held up the tiny, black swimsuit and said, "Okay, let's see if it fits now."
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After my cock went soft, Nari and I were able to get my naughty bits to fit inside the scant material of the micro-thong. I still felt that it looked indecent. Even with my cock no longer hard, there was still a very noticeable bulge straining against the elastic material of my swimsuit, and Nari had me leave the apartment and walk to the car dressed like that.
Nari and I took the elevator down to the lobby. The elevator stopped on the second floor and one of my neighbors got in. I don't recall her name, but she's a Japanese woman with an innocent face and a sweet smile. A Japanese man and woman got in with her. Based on the age difference, I assumed the man and woman were her parents.
My neighbor smiled at Nari and me and then she proceeded to talk to her parents in Japanese. I was certain that the three of them were talking about me. There I was, standing just a few inches away from them, practically naked, wearing just barely enough fabric to conceal my genitals, while my neighbor and her parents were fully dressed.
When the elevator doors opened, I was relieved to escape from their amused smirks and assessing stares. I walked briskly out into the lobby, and then realized that I'd jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.
There were at least a dozen people in the lobby.
Some of them wear male, some of them were female, some of them were my age, some of them were older. All of them were wearing far more clothing than I was. I felt utterly naked and exposed.
Of course, everyone in the lobby ended up starting at me.
A woman who looked old enough to be my grandmother exclaimed, "Oh," when she saw me from the rear, no doubt surprised to see a young man walking around the lobby with his butt on display for everyone to look at.
And in front of me there were men and women dressed in business attire. I was standing there, nearly naked and I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. I couldn't move.
When Nari noticed I had frozen up, he placed a hand gently on the small of my back and said, "Scott, do you seriously have stage fright? There is nothing for you to be frightened of. These people are just jealous of how beautiful you are."
"Jealous?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. My legs felt weak and rubbery as I noticed how many people were openly staring at me.
"Nobody else in this lobby could get away with dressing like that," Nari said soothingly, "They don't have the body for it. They all wish that they looked as good as you."
Nari's words helped to melt away some of the crippling fear and embarrassment I was feeling. And then, Nari pushed me forward and said, "C'mon, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot."
I still felt an overwhelming sense of exposure and humiliation as the people in the lobby stared openly at my nearly-naked body, but somehow I managed to walk out of the lobby without having a major emotional episode.
Out on the street, more people stared. A few of them pointed and urged their friends to get a good look at me as well. I felt even more exposed outdoors. The sun seemed to illuminate my nearly naked body ten times better than any indoor lighting, and it felt as if my naughty bits were on display for the entire world to see.
I turned to Nari, gave him a pleading look and said, "Why do you do this to me?"
Nari flashed one of his mischievous smiles at me and said, "You have a beautiful body. I like showing off the fact that my boyfriend has a toned, desirable ass."
Nari paused as he unlocked the doors to his car and then he added, "Also, you are so adorable when you blush."
The drive to the beach didn't take long and when I got there I was probably still blushing. And when Nari parked the car, I was reluctant to get out. The beach was far more crowded than the lobby of my apartment building. There were people playing volleyball, lounging on beach towels or just walking around. There were hundreds of men and women on the beach, and I feared I would be the center of attention for all of them the minute I got out of the car.
"Don't be shy," Nari encouraged, "Your public awaits."
As I feared, my appearance on the beach caused a stir. The volleyball games came to a halt as all the athletic people wanted to get a good look at me and pedestrians walked closer to get a better look at my body.
The men mostly seemed curious, while the women mostly stared at me with a sort of libidinous delight. Several of them took out their iPhone and snapped photos of me. Everybody wanted to get a good look at me, conversations stopped, and heads turned. My swimsuit seemed to do more to display my anatomy than cover it up, and I felt as if I were fully naked.
Nari and I walked down the beach and then Nari handed me a beach mesh bag that contained my wallet and my phone.
