Now normally when I go for a nude modelling assignment, it's for a class at a school or a studio where a professional Artist and teacher regularly teaches a class. I seldom do an assignment for someone I don't know.
This time however, I was referred to an artist to model in their private studio. I thought nothing of it as work was work. It was just another afternoon's worth of work -- except this one was going to pay handsomely.
I arrived at their studio in a rather posh part of town, with many fancy and quite expensive houses surrounding what appeared to be their converted garage studio. It was suddenly obvious to me as to why it was paying so handsomely.
I rang the doorbell and was surprised to be met by a woman, dressed in a bath robe. I hadn't been told that I was going to be modeling with a woman, although that was not uncommon.
What was uncommon however, was that this woman was absolutely gorgeous. I normally find myself modeling when I do, with often overweight women that I have no problem with being naked with. I have no desire to have any sort of sex with them, so it's easy to keep the 'undesired' erection at bay.
Even in normal classroom situations, it's not good to get 'hot and bothered' while you're sitting there naked. It's completely against the rules to be getting excited during a session. Although I find myself beginning to get erect sometimes without any cause whatsoever, I work hard to 'think' my mind and erection into a flaccid state.
Well, I'd just have to work especially hard during this session with this most definitely sexy other model, to maintain my "professional demeanor," as it were.
She had long over the shoulders lushly voluminous auburn hair, and from what I could see of her body wrapped as it was in the terrycloth robe, she had a rather nice body. She was on the rather beautiful side as well. Her eyes when she looked at me were on the piercing brown side, and her aire was that of an aristocratic woman, not the type to usually be being a nude model.
"Hi, I'm Marisa," she said, as she held out her hand. I almost wanted to bend over it and kiss it in a gentlemanly fashion. But that was going to be too personal for a professional gig like this.
"Instead, I merely took it, shook it gently, and said, "Ben. Pleased to meet you."
I followed her inside the door and into a very lavishly appointed studio, looking around at all of the rather expensive looking lighting in the place as I walked. Between the look of Marisa and that of this place, I was a little awestruck.
"Forgive me for asking, but I wasn't told that I was going to be modeling with anyone else," I said, trying to not sound too much like I was complaining. "And not that I'm objecting, but I--"
"It's ok," she said impersonally. "As long as you're professional, I'm sure it will be just fine." Turning to me, she gave me an appraising look, and continued to walk away. "Edward will be down shortly," she told me over her shoulder without looking back.
She walked away, and I followed her. We crossed into the main studio, and I saw that there were huge canvasses against all of the walls. It was impressive how many direct pieces of work in various stages of completion there were.
Most of them were landscapes, but several of them were nudes. I tried not to stare too hard, but a couple of them were rather graphically sexual in nature. One in particular, was of two men wrestling on a carpet, with their pricks at full attention while they did. Very homoerotic work.
"Interesting work," I said quietly.
"Most of those are commissions," she said, turning towards me with a smirk on her face. "That is what you and I are here for," she added, her smirk turning into a full blown soft pout.
Oh, kay, I thought to myself. Am I going to be modeling for a piece that is going to be of an orgy? So far, I had only seen Marisa.
But as we continued on further, I could see that there were several other works of an equally graphic nature. Several were depicting threesomes, some with two men and one woman, and one with two women and a man. The one with two men seemed to be where they were entertained with the woman but their "swords were crossed." And not necessarily with her.
"Um," I started to object.
She cut me off with a tossed off, "Oh, don't worry. You'll only be modeling with me," she said as if she could read my thoughts. "That you would have been told about."
She led us to an area where there were huge white leather couches arranged in a semi-circle. She proceeded to sit on one, and waited for me to sit on another one. She crossed her legs as she turned towards me, and the side of the robe slid apart, giving me a glimpse of her darkened crotch in a peek-a-boo shot.
I looked away, and did my best to contain the rising tent of my own crotch rising rapidly in response.
She laughed quietly, and spread her legs even wider, as if encouraging me to not only look but stare. "It's ok to look," she softly whispered. "You'll be seeing a lot more shortly."
I cleared my throat, working to not sound like some teenaged boy being freaked out by a knowing sort of woman. I had seen a fair number of women's crotches before, I wanted to tell her, but that caught in my throat.
Then "Edward" came flowing in. It was obvious from the moment that I saw him, that he was flaming gay. Interesting, I thought, considering the number of work with women in them.
"So I see you've met Ben," he asked in Marisa's direction while looking in mine. "I'm so glad that Cecilia [the artist that had referred me] found me someone nice to look at while I work." He smirked, and then bent over to kiss her on the cheek without her standing up.
