Trevor wanted to help out in the class because he liked Trish. Trish was a skinny brunette, 5'7", C cup breasts and measured a near perfect 32, 24, 28. Trish was an Art Major and had told him that her Life Drawing class needed a male model for this semester. She actually blushed when he inquired about it, saying that the most of the work would be nude. Then it was his turn to blush. Grateful for any reason to get naked in front of people and especially to show his Cock to Trish...he jumped at the chance.
Now he found himself standing in front of the Art Teacher for an interview of sorts. He was uncomfortable, aroused, hard and beginning to grow unable to ignore an attraction to the Teacher. Her name was Jill Celeste and insisted on him calling her Jill every time he said Miss Celeste. She said they would be co-workers more than student-teacher. Jill was older, which was an immediate turn on for Trevor, the power thing and all. Besides wasn't there an old song that said "Older women make good Lovers"? Brownish blonde hair...nice figure with a smoking hot Ass, and average B cup breasts, he guessed. She caught him staring at her chest when she was waiting for an answer...
"Have You?" Jill asked.
"Um, no. I've never modeled , uh, before" Trevor managed.
"Well, I'm sure you'll take to it." Jill assured him. "The interaction is small if any. And usually towards the end of the semester. So basically you'll be up on a podium in your own little world." Hopefully not too little, she thought.
"Right,...right. I've always been proud of my body anyway...a little show offish I guess."
"Ohh...nothing wrong with that. If you've got it..." Jill smiled.
"...Flaunt it. " Trevor smirked.
"Well to break the ice, I usually show the model the work area and the stage where they will be changing. Then I have them do a practice run and I do quick little sketch."
"Right...um, okay then."
"Don't worry Trevor! It's not an audition. You've got the job! I just want you be comfortable and know what your...um, what it will be like."
"Okay, Great." Trevor swallowed. He couldn't believe he got to actually do this. Strip in front of beautiful women and not only that. They were only there to stare at his Naked Body, and draw it, for hours. And the first day, the Hot teacher was having him strip in private, just the two of them! He thought his hard on must be obvious through his jeans.
"Right this way, Trevor."
Jill led Trevor out the small office door and into the studio area. The easels were all stacked on one wall, and towards the front was a small square stage with a curtain behind and a round podium that looked like it turned sitting center.
"This is the work area....and up here is where you'll be...the stage is for furniture or whatever and the podium is for lone objects." She moved closer now and stood directly behind him, her lavender perfume intoxicating. "Like fruit bowls, vases, once I did a totem pole made of hard wood." Jill smiled as she lightly rested her hand on Trevors butt. "It's great for viewing the ...body...from all angles." Jill seemed to smile seductively at him now. Her eyes wanton.
"I see." managed Trevor.
"No it's my turn to see ...see what kind of model I've got on my hands." Jill eyed him.
"A good one I would think." Trevor defended, eyeing her back.
"Well we'll start with seeing how well you hold a simple pose. Now there in front of the window curtain is the changing screen. Now take off ALL of your clothes...and please stand on the podium." "Okay..." Jim stammered. She was really eyeing him now, like she was undressing him with here eyes and drinking him in. Staring expectantly.
"I'll just go change behind the screen, then."
"Wherever your comfortable Trevor."
Trevor nervously and excitedly walked behind the white, thin changing screen. He sat down and took off his shoes, noticing the large window curtain was really thick and long, like an auditorium curtain he thought. But there were just bay windows on the other side of these curtains. His only protection from his audience was...well...nothing, he supposed. Now that his shoes and socks were off he stood to remove everything else and noticed a small box, with something white in it. He pulled his shirt over his flat stomach and slightly hairy chest and laid beside the box. It was a robe. Hmmm. As he unbuttoned his Jeans, he asked... "Should I put the robe on?"