I started working for a modeling agency when I needed a few bucks. They specialized in general modeling work, but there was a preference box on the application labeled "exotic assignments." Needing work, I checked all the boxes.
A few months later the agency called me with a request that I meet them in person to talk about a job. When I got there, they explained that there was an opportunity for a nude job that was a bit offbeat. I had taken nude jobs before for art classes, and those were mostly hum-drum routine sessions.
In fact, the art class sessions were boring except for the one time that an older woman in the class slipped me her phone number. I met her later and fucked the daylights out of her. I don't think she'd had a sizeable man inside her for a long time. When my full eleven inches got puffy and hard, she just about keeled over with excitement. Needless to say, I was happy to oblige her.
This time the agency told me that the customer was a high-end teaching salon that taught grooming and personal care, including hair cutting, makeovers, exercise and tanning and various other personal styling issues. My job would be to serve as a model for what they called a "carpet and drapes" training seminar. Evidently this particular seminar came up twice a year, and my agency was their source for models.
To my puzzled look, the agent filled me in. "Carpet and drapes refers to matching hair color and design, you know, do I need to say more?"
"Well, uh..." I was still dumb.
"OK, here's the picture. They do the hair on your head and the hair around your cock. Got it now?"
"Jeez," I responded, "you mean they really have classes to teach that?"
"Sure, and they're one our best customers. The job pays more than the standard rate." "You interested?"
"I guess. I mean, sure. What do I need to know?"
"Just show up at this time," and he handed me an assignment sheet, "and be sure you've bathed and are squeaky clean. They like fit good-looking models like you. They'll tell you what to do once you're there."
I left the office with the assignment sheet in my hand and a question mark over my head. But as I thought about it, I started to get into the idea. In fact by the time I got home my cock had been leaking cum just thinking about this class. So I took matters into my own hands and let fly a big load.
Four days later I showed up at the salon-school at the appointed hour. The school was in a rather upscale suburb where I wouldn't have expected something so avant-garde to be going on behind closed doors. It was an evening class since many of their students also had day jobs. Some took classes just as refresher courses while others were there to get a certificate.
I showed the receptionist my paperwork, and she said, "Oh good, we've been expecting you." "Sometimes models don't show up, so it's always a relief when you do arrive." "I'll let them know you're here."
In a few minutes a woman in a smock with her name, Sarah, embroidered over one breast introduced herself as the teacher for the night's class. She explained that this was a special elective course with five students. It was offered as short one-session seminar whenever there was enough demand.
Sarah explained that this was an unusual class in that it involved more body exposure than usual, and they used professional models because volunteers had proven to be too much of a liability for complaints.
Sarah looked at my hair and said, "We'll start with a hair cut and style." "I'll let the students evaluate your hair and decide among themselves the best look for your facial structure." "After that we'll take a short break before we get the second part." "Just follow my directions and everything should work out fine." "We should be finished by eleven o'clock." "Any questions?"
I nodded and said, "I'm good."
I followed Sarah into the classroom. There were several stylist stations with all the look of a hair salon. The only things different was a small classroom section with student chairs and a marker board and various charts. There was a system for video and image projections. And, of most concern to me, there were five students.
Of the five, there were four women and one male. The women ranged in age from what appeared to be early twenties to thirties with one who was clearly older, maybe in her fifties. The lone man seemed to be in his thirties. All were attractive in their own way. I seldom meet a woman who is not attractive to me in some way or another. The male student was slightly built and sort of mousy looking.
I noticed a seminar outline and notebooks on the desks. Sarah said that after an afternoon of discussion theory, they were now ready to work on a real model.
"Alright, let's get started." "Our model here, excuse me, what is your name?"
"James," I spoke.
"OK, James will serve as the model of this first night. Next time, tomorrow night, we will have a female model for you to practice on."
Gee, I hadn't been aware of another model showing up the next night. But it didn't make any different to me. I was just trying to size up how this class would be taught.
"James, sit I the chair." And I did.
"Class, look at James and let's talk about an appropriate cut for his hair."
Luckily, I had let my hair grow up for several months, so they would have many options for how to style it. After some discussion they got to work first with a shampoo – oh god, was that relaxing!
Then they took turns snipping and brushing while Sarah offered suggestions now and then. In about half an hour I was done, and it looked great.
"Now, class, let's take a fifteen minute break."
Class members shuffled around. Some got a drink or popped out for a smoke. I just sat and looked magazines.
Finally one of the students spoke to me, "Hi, my name is Shoshana." She had jet black hair clipped short, and she was very lovely.
I held out my hand, "Hello, James here." "How long have you been a student?"
"Me? Actually I own a salon on the southside, but I come here for refresher courses." "This one was intriguing."
"I'll bet," I replied.
"I decided to take the class because, believe it or not, I've had requests for this sort of thing, but I've always declined to try it." "So I figured, why not see what I can learn and maybe I'll do it for the right clients."
"The 'right' clients?" I asked.
"Well, think about it – I'd have to be sure they were legitimate and not into doing this because they were crazy or something."
