As Mary walked through the front door of the art department building she kept telling herself, "It's just a job. You need a little cash for the upcoming holidays, and it is just a job."
She made her way to the photography studies wing and found a small group of young women sitting and standing quietly. "Oh wow," thought Mary, "I didn't expect so many other women to be here. Maybe one of them will get the job and I will have a good excuse to not have to do this."
Mary signed in, and took a seat waiting for her name to be called. She saw several of the girls go into an office, stay for less than five minutes and then walk out. Some looked pleased, others not so much. She even noticed that one girl had her shirt untucked, and Mary was sure that it was tucked in when she went into the office! "Surely the instructor doesn't expect me to pose in the interview!" she thought.
Finally her name was called and she entered the office to find a man in his mid forties seated behind a large mahogany desk. The office was clean and free of clutter. The walls were decorated with several framed photographs, all portraits, even a few nudes. There was a small table to the side with what looked like an antique camera and photography equipment.
"Hello," said the man, "I'm Professor Klein, but I would prefer that you call me Alvin."
"Ok, thank you Alvin," replied Mary. She noticed that there was not a chair to sit in, and was starting to feel uncomfortable just standing there.
"Thank you for coming in Mary. Before we go any farther, I just want to make sure we are on the same page about what this job is for. You are auditioning to be a model in my human form class. This usually involves being nude for the session, and some of the posing will have some sexually suggestive themes. Are you comfortable with all this?"
"Yes, I think so," Mary slowly stated. The fact that he was being so blunt about the context of the modelling was actually starting to make her feel a little more at ease.
"Good. Now I have a few somewhat personal questions. Are you a virgin?"
That caught Mary off guard. "I don't see how that should matter," she answered. She had been with a few men. Nothing off the charts, but a respectable number considering she was only nineteen years old.
"It matters for a couple of reasons. The first is because a young woman who has never shared herself intimately with another person may not be completely at ease with having a room full of people taking photographs of her exposing herself. I need my models to appear natural in a somewhat unnatural environment. Another reason is that the anatomy of a woman changes after she has had regular intercourse. I want my models to represent the everyman, or woman, in my studies. Do I need to be more detailed about what I am referring to?"
"No, I think I understand what you mean," she answered. She had indeed been a little surprised to see the changes that had happened to her after she started having sex on a regular basis, and she was more than a little surprised to know that others, such as this professor, noticed enough that it would make an impact in his art.
"Do you have any piercings or tattoos?" he asked.
"No, neither," Mary answered.
"Good. If you intend on staying in this business, I wouldn't recommend ever getting either. What might be art to one person, might be an eyesore to the next"
"I understand," Mary replied.
"Excellent, you are already ahead of the others I interviewed. Now for a bit of legal mumbo jumbo. Any and all the pictures taken in my classroom will be my property. None of the students will be allowed to keep any copies for themselves. They will do all their photography, editing, and critiquing of the pictures here in the classroom. I also will not distribute the pictures for any reason. They will all stay here in the classroom for study. Some of the future classes will have access to them for critiquing, but they will stay inside this classroom and in my possession. Does this all sound satisfactory to you?"
"Yes, thank you," said Mary. She had to admit she was a bit worried that pictures of her exposed body would rapidly be making their way around the internet within a week of her session.
"Now before we sign the paper work, there is the small matter of the visual inspection. Would you please remove your shirt and your jeans? I just need to make sure that you are visually right for the job. No need to remove your bra or underwear, just the shirt and pants will be fine."
Now Mary got a little nervous. She silently cursed herself for not thinking of this before she came. Of course he would want to see her body in the interview! She should have worn something a little more flattering than her plain white bra and panties. She pulled her polo shirt over her head, and tried to avoid eye contact as she took off her shoes and slid her jeans off her legs. She attempted to stand at ease, and not like she was being put on display.
"Yes, I think you will be just fine for a study we are doing on proportions next week," he said.
Proportions, she thought. What did he mean by that? She knew she wasn't the tall skinny type that she saw as models in magazines, but she thought this would be different. At just under five and a half feet, she was not tall. And, her body might be considered petite by some people, but she thought she had some rather nice curves. Her straight brown hair hung to her slim shoulders and guided the eyes down to her B cup breasts.
They were large for B cups, and she could make them seem as C cups if she wore the right bra with a low-cut shirt. Her waist narrowed before her curvy hips that carried an ass that had a natural curve that was not too round, but not too flat. She kept her legs in shape. She didn't go to the gym that often, but when she did her main focus was on her legs.
