"I . . . I'm afraid I'll cut myself," she uttered.
"It's dead easy. I've used a blade for God knows how many years and I've only cut myself a couple of times and always when I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to what I was doing," I said.
She still didn't move.
"I don't think I can do it. Will . . . you do it?" she asked, almost whispering.
Hiring her was definitely a mistake, but somehow I felt sorry for her.
"OK. We got to get this show on the road."
She blushed while I applied the foam and as soon as I took out the razor, she closed her eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful. I won't cut you, promise. Maybe you should look at it and learn how you do it." I suggested.
"I have an electric shaver," she said. "I think it's better if I look the other way while you do it."
"Suit yourself."
I was used to being around nude women. It was my job and I didn't associate it with anything sexual. I guess it's the same with doctors. It's part of the job. Shaving her was out of the ordinary. A lot of things about Sandra were out of the ordinary. She was slim, young and quite attractive. Sitting there between her thighs, cautiously shaving her crotch made it hard to maintain the distance between the model and the artist. There was something undeniably erotic about it.
I did my best to look at her through the eyes of the artist. She was a challenge, really. How would I best capture her delicate bodily features? She had an innocent but also very erotic appearance, and the more I thought about it, I realised that she might be perfect for the project. If only I could capture the innocence of her as a woman, as an erotic woman.
The shaving progressed and revealed that her labia and pubic mound, contrary to the rest of her, were fleshy and prominent. It would be essential to make the casts her in a way that paid tribute to that part of her femininity. My thoughts were back on the right track, but once more I was distracted, this time by her scent. I could swear that my nose picked up a faint scent of arousal. Her breathing was a little quicker than it had been when I began shaving her. I dismissed the distracting thoughts. All the black hairs in her crotch were gone, except a few.
"I think you have to turn around. I need to shave a around your anus as well." I said.
Sandra got up, slightly unsteady, probably because she was tense and had been sitting in the same position for some time. She turned her back to me and I applied some foam to the area I needed to shave. It was only a few hairs.
"So! Just like a newborn baby. You can wash off the foam in the shower. I'll prepare the bandages."
She nodded and I went into the studio to prepare the first cast. Sandra reappeared with the towel around her. There was something about her face, her expression, something erotic yet innocent. I wasn't going to cast her face, but it was just that expression I wanted my sculptures to convey to the spectator. She was a real challenge.
"I'm going to make a cast of your backside first. I use thin bandages that harden slowly, so it will take about fifteen minutes after I'd applied the last bandage, before I can remove the cast. The second part is the most difficult. The cast is very fragile, but you'll have to lie down in it again when I make the front cast. I put the back cast in the sandpit over there to steady it, but you still have to be very careful," I explain.
Sandra listened carefully and studied the drawing I'd made of the first pose I wanted her to do: lying flat on her stomach with her arm up but bent, and her legs spread a little, one leg bend in the knee. It was much like a victim of a murder in a crime movie.
"I will apply a little oil to your skin. It will make it easier to remove the cast. You can apply as much as you can reach yourself or I can do it."
"You do it," Sandra replied.
Once she was lying down and I began to coat her backside with oil, she relaxed. I began with her arms and shoulders and moved down her body. When I reached her buttocks and crotch, she tensed, but after that, she relaxed again.
Creating the cast was not as easy as you might think. I had to put the bandages on as quickly as possible for the sake of the model as it was quite exhausting to lie still for so long. At the same time, the bandages had to be smooth with no folds, and follow the curves and crinkles of the model's body precisely. It required concentration.
I started with the neck and worked my way down. When I reached Sandra's buttocks, I had to tug in the bandages to get an exact cast of her buttock and crotch. She remained still, but her breathing quickened and again I could sense the scent of her; not her perfume but the scent of Sandra, of her arousal. As little as I wanted it to, it did distract me and I had to replace some of the bandages. After about fifteen minutes I was finished and after another fifteen minutes the cast had hardened sufficiently for me to gently lift it. Sandra had been quiet all through the process and I was beginning to think she'd fallen asleep.
"You better get up and walk around a little," I suggested.
While she walked around the room, I put the cast into the sandpit and made sure it was supported in all the right places. Then I handed Sandra the bottle with oil.
"You better do it yourself," I said.
It wasn't as much for her sake as for my own. Her scent and her body were distracting me in a way that no other model had done since I first began working with nude models years ago. Sandra began applying the oil.
"Easy now. You just need to put on a fine sheen, not bathe in it. It will be mush harder to put the bandages on," I said, when I saw the amount of oil she poured over her skin.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You better do it," she said and handed me the bottle.
I hardly need to apply more oil, just distribute what she had already poured out. As I had feared, the rubbing of oil over her the front of her body sent my mind wandering down the wrong path. Her nipples were hard and when I reached her crotch, it looked like she had already poured oil over it, although I knew she hadn't. Her legs began to tremble as my fingers made sure that all folds in her crotch were covered.
I helped her into the backside cast in the sandpit and began to make the front cast. Her breasts were really perfect, firm and standing proud from her chest. A gasp escaped her when I shaped the bandage around her nipples. I continued quickly down over her stomach, making sure that the impression of the navel was correct before I began on her crotch. Her fleshy pubic mound was protruding, leading my eyes and fingers straight to her full labia. It took some time to get the bandages correctly arranges around her labia, not just because I had gather my thoughts a few times, but also because this part of her anatomy was soft and it was difficult to apply the bandages without corrupting the natural shape. The corrections were minute, but I did lots of them. I wanted it to be perfect.
It became almost that: perfect. When I looked down at her while the cast was hardening, I was quite satisfied. It was so close to being her as it could be, considering it was a cast. And luckily we succeeded in getting the front cast off and Sandra out of the back cast without damaging any of them. Now, I could strengthen them from the inside before I began work of the outside, making them smooth as her skin.
"OK, that was the first cast. We'll take a break and then start on the second," I said. "You can take a shower and get the circulation going again."
She did and in the meantime I studied the result of our effort. It was good; only the folds that were supposed to be there were there, and the details stood out perfectly. I was particularity pleased with her breasts. I had been worried that they would hardly be noticeable when she was lying down, but I was wrong. The time spend on getting the bandages arranged around her labia had paid off as well. As I looked closely at it, I could detect a faint smell that stuck to the cast. I put the cast down gently and went on to prepare for the next cast.
Sandra came out from the shower with a new towel around her that didn't quite cover as much as the first had done. I was sure the big towels were in the top of the pile. I hated the small towels. I didn't use them and they always ended up in the bottom of the pile.
Her short, dark hair was wet and shiny. Botticelli would have been very pleased with her as a model for Venus. She had wrapped the towel around her in a way that accentuated her hips and buttocks, but also made her look innocent, like an adolescent girl not yet aware of her own sexuality. Oh yes, Botticelly would have been very pleased with her. Only, it wasn't innocence I was going to show with the next cast.
"Are you ready?"
Sandra nodded and began to look at the drawing of her next pose.
"It's almost like the first one, except that your right arm is under you. The first cast was to symbolise death. This one is life. Your hand is in your crotch. You're in motion, touching yourself. We'll put a pillow under your hips to elevate you a little."
Sandra shed the towel and lay down in the position, almost exactly as I wanted her to pose. I coated her backside with oil and began to make the cast. The shower had washed off the perfume and deodorant Sandra had applied before she came and there was nothing to conceal her natural scent now. It was terribly distracting, but I assumed she would learn to control her own reactions as she got more experience as a model.
