Art Is My Favorite Class

Dear Readers,

I hope you like this chapter. It has been great working on this with my editor. TheGoofyProofyReader has been great! He's been amazing and I hope you all say a quick thank you to him.

~NaughtyPaladin

~P.S. So.... I went to submit chapter 8... and was informed I hadn't submitted chapter 7 yet.... sorry to make you wait! to make it up, you'll ne getting chapter 7 and 8 really close together, hopefully.

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Note: All businesses related to the main character are fictional. I tried to not make the names or anything close to real world businesses, but it is not easy. So any similarities to real businesses or persons is not intended and is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 7

As I closed the door coming back from my college visit meeting some potential guy friends, I heard the TV blaring in the other room.

"Are you okay?"

"It's not just you, you need to remember that-"

"I know but all you guys just like, rip off your robes. No problem. And I'm like... Are you serious?!"

I was immediately intrigued by the female voices.

"I don't know. I went to a private catholic school-"

"-So did I!"

"I've been to Burning Man so..."

"I think India is a beautiful girl, but if this is the life that you want, then you have to be okay with your body."

I crept in, and peeked around the corner to see Sarah, Erica, Rita, and a Hispanic girl I'd never met. They were watching some reality show and quickly I figured out what was going on. There were some makeup artists touching up on girls here and there, and girls walking around in skimpy outfits with the drapings of a photoshoot everywhere.

Then one of the girls from earlier was shown in an interview with a white background and a black shirt on with dyed pink and purple hair. The tag under her read "ANTM:India".

"I always told myself I would never pose nude."

And it jumped back to the photoshoot.

"Come on, let's do it!"

"Okay."

"I was like... Oh my god... Okay... Here we go."

And then it was an entire scene of three girls, posing nude, all over each other. Hands on each other's boobs, legs draped over each other, fully exposed... except for the blurring that was used to keep any of the actual naughty bits from showing. One girl bragged about how easy it had been to go naked and how natural it had been.

"I still can't believe all these girls are willing to pose nude." Erica mumbled through a mouthful of popcorn.

"Speak for yourself, I think it's sexy." Rita laughed.

"Seriously, wouldn't it be weird to pose nude?" The Hispanic girl asked.

"It's not so bad." Sarah shrugged.

"WHAT?" Erica gasped. "YOU'VE posed nude?"

Sarah brushed the question away. "It's no big deal."

"Aren't you worried that... like your dad will see or something?" Rita questioned, her confidence gone.

Sarah made another dismissive "Pfft," and waved the concern away. "My dad doesn't look for nude models."

"Isn't that the kind of thing that ends up on... like... porn sites? You're telling me your dad doesn't look at porn?" The Latina asked.

"No. He has my mom." Sarah declared. "Married men don't look at porn."

The other three women exchanged doubtful glances.

"Besides anatona-...Anoto-... These photoshoots are important. And this..." Sarah exclaimed, pointing to the show that had the nude photoshoot ending, "This isn't even like half of one of these shoots."

"What do you mean?" Erica squeaked.

"Like, usually there's a guy and he touches you and stuff." Sarah explained. "It feels really good."

"No... way..." Rita gasped. "Did you get fucked on a photoshoot?"

"What do you mean?" Sarah grumbled defensively.

"Did the guy put his dick in you?" Rita pressed, clearly excited.

"Of course. That's part of the shoot." Sarah seemed relieved.

"You got fucked for a photoshoot! That's porn!" Rita cackled.

"NO!" Sarah snapped. "Porn is gross. Mom said porn exploits women. I wasn't exploited at all. I only did what I wanted to. My photographer was very respectful, just taught me what I needed to do to be a model."

"So... What was it like?" Erica pressed, and all the girls leaned in. The show with the models was completely forgotten on the TV.

"It felt SOOO good." Sarah moaned. "His dick felt so good and when he sucked on my boobs..."

Rita groaned. "Damn..."

"And I don't even know what he was doing with his fingers, but it was amazing! He like.... I don't know how to describe it, but I just went crazy, like my body just felt too good and it went everywhere!" Sarah remembered with fondness.

"He made you orgasm!" the Latina gasped.

"Is that what that's called?" Sarah laughed, "Yeah, he made me orgasm so many times."

Erica's face was clouded with thought as the other two pressed on.

"Damn girl, how many guys has your photographer had you do?" Rita giggled.

"What do you mean?" Sarah deflected. "It's always just me and the photographer."

"So it's like that every time?" Erica jumped in. "Feeling amazing and having lots of orgasms?"

"Every time. I hate to admit it, but I'm addicted. He's worried I have nymphomania." Sarah admitted.

"His dick's that good, huh?" Rita marveled. "But like, he's taking pictures the whole time, right?"

"Yeah, pictures and videos, I think." Sarah admitted with some uncertainty.

"So do you know who is seeing that stuff?" Rita pressed gleefully. "You becoming an internet sensation?"

"I don't know, he handles all of that." Sarah declared with the absolute disinterest that had made my job so easy. "I am just happy to be modeling again."

"Sarah, I think you're being exploited for porn." The Latina gently pointed out.

"OH MY GOD!" Sarah groaned. "It is not PORN! Would you say these models were making porn!? They were naked. India didn't even want to do it! But they are models! It's just something models do. But just like how they had to blur spots so boobs and stuff weren't on TV, they didn't broadcast that part. You know they all did the same things I did."

"That's not how modeling works." Rita pointed out.

"And how would you know? Have you ever been a model?" Sarah retorted. "I know lots of models, and they all do stuff like this."

I could tell Sarah was getting worked up, and to my surprise, Rita, Erica and the other girl seemed to actually be getting less certain.

"How much did your modeling gig pay?" The Latina asked.

Shit. This was where it was going to go sideways. I hadn't paid her. She hadn't asked for money, nor had she wanted it. She had just wanted to be a model. Nothing else mattered.

"You know I don't care about money." Sarah sniffed. "I just put the money in the bank."

Thank fucking goodness for Sarah's pride. She was lying to seem more legit, I'd bet anything.

"So... If I was willing to model for him, what would he pay?" The Latina asked curiously.

"You aren't ACTUALLY considering it... are you?" Rita asked, eagerly curious.

"I mean... if it pays well... and he's as good as Sarah says... I might consider it." She noted.

Erica said nothing, deep in thought.

Sarah squirmed for a second, "I could ask him. One sec."

I panicked for a second when she pulled out her phone, but luckily instead of calling me, which would have been REALLY hard to work considering I was hiding down the hall, she started typing out a text. I had just enough time to scramble and pull out my phone, silence it and turn off vibrate so they wouldn't hear when my phone went off before I got the text notification.

"Hey, my friend Mary wants to model for you, how much do you pay for a model?"

I almost laughed. Sarah knew somewhere deep down that I wasn't a real photographer, we'd built the lie that I was a professional together, but she seemed to have forgotten it was a lie. I mean, I had been selling the photos and videos, and Sarah knew I had suddenly gotten a bunch of money, but giving her credit for working that out was perhaps a bit too much. Or was it?

Then I promptly realized I had no idea what a nude models should be paid. I needed numbers and I needed them fast. I googled it and found a reddit post. The results were almost laughable. It said they earned like twenty to fifty bucks an hour. Strippers could earn like two hundred an hour according to the same post. I had to make a decision.

"It depends." I typed out. "Depending on the model, and how much I think my clients will pay. Market rates for a modeling gig can range from $20 to $50 for an hour, if they aren't willing to actually model."

I hesitated, how far was I willing to go with this? I hadn't sent anything yet. I could just say "I have all the models I need" and it wouldn't go any further. I peaked around the corner.

Big mistake. The Latina was stretching, her breasts pushed skyward, and DAMN they looked good. I wanted... needed... to see them naked. I needed to feel them. Consequences be damned.

"If they are willing to actually model, like you did, I could pay $75 to $100 for an hour-long shoot. Depending on how good looking the model is. Clients are willing to pay more for more attractive models." I added to the text and hit send. My stomach clenched.

"Oh, there he is." Sarah chirped when her phone went off. "Looks like he normally pays $20 to $50 for an hour if you aren't willing to actually model. For actual modeling, he says he can pay $75 to $100 depending on looks, but that means doing the whole thing, naked, touching, everything."

"For an hour?" Mary thought, "I mean, I'm getting like $18 an hour, but crunching spreadsheets doesn't sound nearly that fun..."

"Are you really considering it?" Erica demanded. "Getting paid to get naked and let some guy touch you and... have sex with you?"

"It's not a big deal." Sarah sighed.

"How is that not a big deal?" Erica squeaked.

"I mean, haven't you had sex with a boyfriend for free?" Mary pointed out. "It's not like any of us are remaining 'pure' for a husband, right? We've all had sex."

"Of... of course, I have..." Erica stuttered, her cheeks flushing.

"Do you think he could make me famous?" Rita laughed. "I mean, I don't think I'm a Mia Khalifa, but... I wouldn't mind some fame."

"FAME!" Erica sputtered, her face bright. "You want to be famous for being naked and having sex?"

"Why not?" Rita teased. "It's the twenty-first century, women can do what we want."

"But... that means thousands... or millions of people could..." Erica calculated in terror.

"And the odds of me meeting any of them are basically nothing." Rita shrugged. "So why do I care? A hundred dollars is a hundred dollars, and do that a bunch of times and-"

"A BUNCH OF TIMES?!" Erica gasped. "You'd sell your body like that?"

"Sell your body." Mary scoffed. "Didn't you talk about how you are donating plasma for extra money? How is that not selling your body? If anything it is more 'selling your body' than this. Sarah is just selling pictures, or videos."

"Why are you all on her side on this?" Erica complained. "You're encouraging her to basically be a whore."

"WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! " Rita yelled. "Excuse you! We're sisters, we don't use words like that on each other. How dare you?"

"Yeah, we support our sisters, and if this is how Sarah wants to do things, good for her." Mary agreed. "The only time we use words like that is in a joke. Like, what's the thing from Mean Girls? 'Boo, you whore.' But we don't... Damn, Erica I'm disappointed in you."

"It's okay, guys," Sarah stepped in. "I know Erica didn't mean to use that word. It's fine."

Erica had recoiled as the others dogpiled on her and she was deep in thought.

"So, what's the process like for applying to be a model?" Rita asked. "Does he want measurements? Nudes? I mean, he's gonna see it anyway."

She'd already sent me pictures of at least one of her tits, I'd love to see both... and her ass... and her pussy...

Sarah floundered. "Well, I admit, he kinda found me, I'll have to get with him and figure out what the process is."

"Damn, I guess it'll be a while anyway. If he's that good, he probably has a backlog." Rita sighed. "Dang, we missed most of the episode."

"America's Next Top Model is old news anyways." Mary sniffed. "Didn't it get shut down?"

"What else should we watch?" Sarah asked. "The Voice?"

They started arguing about which show to watch and I slipped back into the garage.

Fucking hell, this could be amazing! Rita and Mary were basically begging for shoots, and I could absolutely pay them both a hundred, two hundred dollars for an amazing shoot of fucking them. With the clamor I was getting for anal shoots for Sarah and Cindy, if they were willing to go there, I could make thousands on those videos for Rita and Mary too.

But... Would they take the opportunity seriously, once they knew it was me? I'd only used my phone so far, but maybe I should get a camera? A 'business phone' to take calls and text related to the business? What did I need to do to be 'legit?' I sat in my car in the garage and did some quick googling. Damn, cameras were expensive. Might be worth it though.

My phone vibrated with a text from Sarah, "Rita, Erica and Mary are all interested in being models for you. They want to know how to apply for the job. What should I tell them?"

Fuck yeah! Now, how to be fucking legit. First, I needed a place for them to send an application. A professional email? I googled really quickly, and found for a few bucks a month I could get a professional email. I could even for cheap start a business with some legal protections. Fuck, why the hell not. I filled in the applications, paid the fees, and boom... I was now legit. Nuclear Modeling Studios was now an official business.

"Have them send an email with their intentions, limits, and a couple test photos to this email." I told her, and gave her my new 'admin' email. "They can do a couple fully clothed, but if they want to go all the way, at least two full body shots, front and back, should be in just their underwear, and another two naked."

I sent the email and sat back. Either, this was going to be awesome, or it was going to blow up in my face, but I was committed now.

I stepped out of my car and walked back into the house, being sure to close the garage door loudly.

"WAIT A SECOND!" Sarah called.

I smiled, and called back, "Everything okay?"

"YES, JUST GIVE AS A... Okay, you can come in now." Sarah called back.

I rounded the corner to see the TV off and Rita adjusting her shirt.

"Welcome home." Sarah called. "How was your day?"

I shrugged, trying not to let the fact that I knew I might be getting some applications with the girls in front of me, very naked, very soon, show on my face.

"Not too much to report on." I admitted, "I'm just gonna head up to my room and do some gaming. Gotta relax."

"Okay, nerd." Rita called, "See you if you can drag yourself away from the computer before we leave."

"Let us know if you are coming downstairs..." Erica called quietly.

"Yeah, sure." I called back and walked up the stairs, noting how squeaky they were. I opened the door to my room, stood outside and closed it. I crept back to the top of the stairs.

After a second, Rita broke the silence. "You think it's safe?"

"Let me check." Sarah replied and I heard footsteps, and I made sure to hide at the top of the stairs. "He's gone."

"Okay, nudes first or underwear? He said at least two of each, right?" Rita pressed.

"I can't believe we're doing this..." Erica whimpered.

"What, you scared that he's not gonna accept your application because your boobs aren't big enough?" Rita teased.

"NO!" Erica flared. "I just... have never done photos like this before."

"Really? Never sent a boyfriend a nude before?" Rita noted with seeming actual surprise.

"NO!" Erica snapped.

"Exciting!" Rita giggled. "Everything off!"

"NAKED first?" Erica whimpered.

"Get it out of the way, the longer this takes, the more likely Pete's gonna come down those stairs, would you rather be naked when he starts down the stairs or in your underwear?" Rita pointed out. "Underwear is basically the bikini he's already seen you in."

"Fine..." Erica relented.

Damn, I wanted to be down there...

Sarah started telling the girls to pose.

"Do I have to spread my legs?" Erica whined.

"Yeah, it shows that you aren't afraid of things like this." Sarah insisted.

I almost tried to sneak downstairs, but there were way too many squeaky stairs for that. I was way too horny, so if I went down stairs I was going to get in trouble.

I slipped into my room, and after a quick jack-off, I actually did bury myself into some games. My focus was shit, and I kept dying so when I finally couldn't take it anymore, I decided, fuck it, they had talked about the possibility... I was just gonna go downstairs.

I opened my door and called down the stairs, "Hey, any plans for dinner?" as I started down the stairs.

"Wait! Don't!"

"What's with you guys... today..." I snapped, pretending I didn't know what to expect as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Sarah had her phone out and the others all froze, Rita and Mary standing around in bra and panties, and Erica kneeling on the couch, her blue panties pulled into her buttcrack to show off her ass, and a small damp patch revealing that despite her objections, this was somehow turning her on. She was twisted so her breasts would show to the side, and that made it easy for me to appreciate her plain white bra, and toned body. Erica stared at me in horror.

"Um, looking nice." I noted.

"GET OUT!" Erica gasped, collapsing on the couch and trying to cover her underwear.

"What's the big deal?" Rita teased. "You wanted to model. Why can't he watch?"

"But...!" Erica's face was flaming.

"You already got the naked photos out of the way." Rita shrugged, "What's the big deal? Besides, Sarah was saying she wasn't sure what a man would want in these photos. Maybe Pete can give us a man's perspective."

"You can't be serious..." Erica wailed.

"I mean, you look good." I told her.

Erica just blushed and looked away.

"Just get on with it, you only need this one more photo then you can put your shirt and pants back on." Rita complained. "If you hadn't rejected the last four Sarah took you'd be done by now."

"They didn't look good..." Erica murmured.

"Just get back in the pose, look over your shoulder at me, and we'll grab the picture and call it good." Sarah pushed.

Erica looked at me, then quickly got back on her knees, facing the back of the couch, twisted so her boobs would show, her eyes caught on me, and she bit her lip, then she turned and looked at Sarah.

Click! The shutter sound from Sarah's photo said the picture was taken.

"That good?" Sarah asked, showing the phone to Erica.

"Yeah-Yeah, that's fine. That's good." She stuttered, then lunged over and got her shirt and pulled it on, and started pulling on her pants, blushing madly.

"My turn!" Rita laughed, bouncing to the couch. "Like what you see?" She teased me. She sat coyly, her legs next to each other, with her hands in her lap. Her upper arms pushed her breasts closer together, making her bra stand away from the tempting flesh.

"Well... yeah." I admitted.

"Rita, were there any of the poses we did with Mary or Erica you want to do for your front shot?" Sarah asked.

Rita smirked. "I liked this one."

She laid against the arm of the couch, one leg off the front of the couch and the other set on the back for a VERY nice spread. She put her hands behind her head like she was laying on a pool chair and soaking up the rays.

"Okay. Umm..." Sarah glanced at me. "Any suggestions?"