How It Began
It was another 9:00 AM Fine Arts class at the college. Professor Edwards was droning on about the characteristics of the Art Nouveau style, while the jocks at the back of the lecture theatre reclined in their uncomfortable seats. Several had their eyes closed, their arms hanging by their sides instead of taking notes. A few of them audibly snored their lack of interest. This was supposed to be a 'bird course', so why make any effort?
It was a different story in the front rows. There, some attentive and attractive young women eagerly recorded notes on their devices, seeming to hang off every word. Their intense interest was such a sharp contrast to the back of the room.
"This slide catches the essence of Art Nouveau," Edwards stated loudly in an effort to wake the slumbering. The front of the room snapped to the alert.
"It's drawn from nature itself. See the sinuous curves in the form, and the repeated motifs. Notice an other-worldly artistic look. It would have been much cheaper to simply construct a concrete box like we see everywhere in the city today. But this is art, and Sagrada Familia basilica by Gaudi is as much about form as function."
Unfortunately, few saw anything, except those seated in the first rows of the room. Who cared about some old building in Barcelona that looks like melted candles or a water-poured sandcastle?
Professor Edwards' friend Mr. Dennison had entered the lecture theatre as he talked. He could see the lovely young women up front following every word, as well as the clods slumbering at the back. He was a Literature instructor, well aware of the disinterested male student population. He waited patiently before speaking to Professor Edwards as the class filed out.
"Ready for coffee, William? I see you have the same interest problem that I get in my sections. Keeners up front and dullards at the back. There must be some way to get them motivated too."
"Sure, let's talk about it. Any ideas?"
Ronald Dennison nodded, and they shuffled off to a favourite corner of the cafeteria before getting into the conversation.
"I see you have a couple of real lookers in there," Ronald remarked. "I'm sure you must notice them. Easy on the eyes."
"Yes, and everything tight too. I try not to stare."
"You know William, they could be the solution to your problem. I'll bet the back of the room would be wide awake if you were showing attractive women dressed in Art Nouveau clothing instead of projecting old buildings. Especially if they showed lots of curves or skin."
"You've got a point there, Ronald. Clothing styles follow art every bit as much as architecture does."
"You like photography. Imagine if you could get a couple of those girls from the front rows to model for you. I could borrow the clothes from my friend in the Theatre Department- they have a big room full of the stuff. I'll bet some of those babes would love to help you out."
"Marvellous idea, old man! There are some I could talk to later this week."
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Petra didn't know what to make of her prof's request that she come to his office after the day's class. She liked him- maybe a bit too much- and always kept up with her work. She'd done well on all the tests and scored a high grade on her first big assignment. What could this be about?
She was very attractive, twenty-one, and in her final year at the college. Tall and lanky, Petra had a nice set on her and shiny, black hair, which accentuated her 'artsy' Goth look. She didn't go out of her way to attract male attention, though she got plenty of it. But most of them were just 'boys' to her because she was drawn to older guys- like Professor Edwards. A good-looking, mid-thirties man, he kept her awake at night, sometimes with one hand in her panties lusting for him.
Petra was experienced but she was between boyfriends and missing what they could do for her in bed. The most recent one, a seminar group leader last semester, was at least ten years older than her. Things had developed slowly before he began staying overnight. Then Vincent convinced her to experiment a bit sexually, gradually taking her well beyond straight fucking into deep-throat oral, and pleasurable anal. Call it Petra's extracurricular skills training.
Older men like Vince brought out deep feelings of arousal that she hadn't been able to satisfy since they'd fallen out. Professor Edwards had no idea about Petra's hidden talents.
"Ms. Stanwick, thanks for coming to see me."
"I hope there's no problem, Professor. I try my best and...."
"Oh no, you're doing very well. One of the best! It's something else."
"Something else? What?"
"I need your help to 'get to' some of my students. They're not interested in art, especially in architectural examples like I used again today. My friend, Mr. Dennison suggested another way."
Petra waited to see where this was going. Edwards took a deep breath, then plunged into it.
"Would you be willing to pose for me in period clothing to illustrate artistic styles, like Art Nouveau, for example? I can borrow beautiful costume clothing for you to wear. I am an accomplished amateur photographer and I assure you complete discretion. Does this interest you? In fact, since it would take up some of your time, I would count it as your final course assignment."
Petra was stunned. Her cute prof was asking her to pose for him and offering to have it count toward her final mark. She thought about it briefly, then remarked:
"It sounds like fun, but if you're going to show these in class, everyone will see me. I don't want all those clowns in the back bothering me."
"There'd be a matching eye-mask for each outfit. I checked and the college Theatre Department has everything- jewelry, accessories, hats, shoes, handbags. You would find it fun dressing up, I'm sure."
She thought about it some more. Posing in artistic clothes for her fantasy professor, then being projected anonymously as a model in his Fine Arts classes. All this for a high final mark. It was appealing.
