The notice on the bulletin board outside Professor Colby's office read, "A most unusual and intimate modeling assignment. Complete discretion is required. For more details, go to the web address below. The password is: DeltaofVenus."
Professor Colby was head of the fine arts program at Maryland State and was a renowned sculptor. Many students had modeled for him and his classes over the years. It wasn't unusual for him to look for private models for his commissioned work, but this particular assignment came with the promise of one year's tuition and $5,000 paid.
The website described the assignment as a request by a corporate client for a sculpture of the perfect vagina as the centerpiece for its conference room. The model's face would not be shown. The piece was to be of a model lying on her back from mid-torso to mid-thigh. Her vagina was to be captured in exquisite detail. The assignment was expected to take about a month to complete.
Word spread pretty quickly around campus, particularly through the sorority houses.
"Wow! Can you imagine getting a year of school paid and all you have to do is let him stare at your pussy for a month? That's fucking amazing!" Heather said to her roommate, Jill.
"Are you kidding me? Women are trying to get away from being thought of as nothing more than a hole to sick a cock inside, and you would actually consider posing for this ultimate piece-of-meat sculpture? What's wrong with you?!" Jill answered with disdain.
"For that kind of dough? Yeah! No one's ever going to know who it is. Besides, it would be kinda cool to know your pussy was had been preserved for posterity," she added with a wry smile.
"Listen, Mother Teresa, this is porn-art not the Statue of Liberty."
"Well, if you don't enter, you'll probably be the only girl on campus who doesn't."
Jill rolled her eyes and stormed off to anthropology class.
The next week, a box appeared outside Professor Colby's office. It had a slit in the top, was chained to his door frame, and was padlocked. Any woman interested in "trying out" for the modeling job was instructed to place three close-up photos of her shaved vagina in a sealed envelope with her contact information safely tucked inside and drop the entry into the box.
Very quickly, Colby discovered he had to empty the box several times a day. Even he was amazed at the response.
He started analyzing the entries himself but quickly decided he needed a screener. He asked David, his student assistant, to pick out the best ten candidates daily for him to peruse. Needless to say, David became very popular among his friends, since the professor said he didn't care what happened to the discards as long as no one could match them with names. David brought home bags of pussy pics every night for the next few days.
As he watched his horny roommates fight over the bag each night, he wished he had the lotion and tissue concession in their house. He could retire.
In all, David collected 120 photos for the professor to consider. Each had the contact info taped to its back. Professor Colby spent hours studying the pert college vaginas and narrowed his choice to three.
"David, what do you think?"
David looked at the three stunning pussies laid before him. Wow, how was he supposed to choose between these? Each was perfect. The girls' skin was flawless. None of them had any tan lines, and each quim was a healthy, rosy color. He studied every detail. He gazed at the clitoral hood. He deliberated the labia. He inspected the richness of their inner sanctums and tried to mentally assess their moisture. He scrutinized the dimension of their canals and pored over every detail of their caverns.
Finally, he looked up and said, "I'm sorry, professor, but I have no idea which one to choose."
"Neither can I. We'll simply have to examine them in person. Please contact the three ladies and inform them that they are the finalists. I would like to see them in my office precisely at 2:00, 2:05 and 2:10 tomorrow afternoon. Explain to them that punctuality will be part of our deliberations."
The next day, David arrived early and set up three curtained booths in Colby's studio. As each student arrived, she would be taken to a booth; the curtains closed, asked to completely disrobe, and instructed to remain silent. The professor did not want them accidentally revealing anything that could identify them to each other.
At precisely 2:00, the first candidate arrived. She was a pretty blond, named Amy, with petite breasts and long, tan legs. She was led to booth one and was asked to sit on the stool after disrobing. Candidate #2 arrived next. Her name was Clarice. She was a brunette with larger breasts and round prominent chocolate nipples. She was given the same instructions, and David hurried out to lead #3, an Asian candidate, named Lisa, to the final stall.
Professor Colby entered each booth and introduced himself and David. He then proceeded to take several photos of the women in from various angles, close-up and mid-range. Obviously, their pussies were of critical importance, but he also wanted to capture their essence.
