There is always one in every class. Sometimes more but at least, always one. I was being as still as I could, sweating a little under the bright lights of the classroom. My naked body was on full display as I stood there, hands on my hips, left legs bent at the knee. The students were all around me, walking, studying, sketching or painting my picture on their canvasses. It never failed to turn me on. I studied them as much as they did me. Looking for the most likely candidate. The little one who was too shy to talk to anybody, hiding her body in baggy shirts and loose clothes. The one who blushed furiously at seeing my nude body, hands trembling a little as she unpacked her art kit. The one who would be most receptive to my advances.
Sometimes, I was wrong. Most of the time, I was right. I had seduced many a young woman, introducing them into the pleasures of Sapphic love. The art director, Melanie, knew of my proclivities. She and I had been lovers on and off again for many years and it was she who had convinced me to pose for her classes. "Come on Tammy! You have a model's body and it would mean so much to me." Melanie could be very persuasive when she wanted to be. The first time I posed, I was so nervous. But, it turned out, being nude in front of all of these students as they walked around me, studying me, was one of the most thrilling experiences I had ever had. So, whenever Mel needed a model, she turned to me.
Brigit was the first girl that I had seduced. A tiny, mousy young woman, barely standing over five feet, it took some time for me to coax her out of her shell. But, when I did, her personality blossomed. She became much more assertive and confident in her life. We still kept in touch, meeting up whenever her busy schedule allowed some free time. She had even recently dedicated an entire exhibit to her Muse. All of the art world had wondered who this mystery woman was. I just smiled and called her up, thanking her for the wonderful gesture. She laughed and said it was her way of thanking me.
There were others after Brigit, of course. I grew adept at spotting the one most likely receptive to my advances. I didn't like the aggressive ones. The women who came on to me, demanding of my time and energy. I would always politely but firmly refuse. They didn't need my help nor did they deserve my attention.
I spotted her right away. I was standing on the dais, nude under my robe, talking to Melanie about Brigit's art exhibit when our attention turned to the students filing into the classroom. It was the first day of Art III and Mel had already told me about Ashlyn. She was a gifted artist, able to create some truly magnificent pieces but hardly ever came out of her shell. She never interacted with the other students, even when Melanie had paired them up. I watched her as she entered the room. Shoulders hunched over as she walked, wearing a grey, long sleeve shirt with the schools logo on it. The baggy cargo style pants and old sneakers that she wore completed her ensemble. But that was it. No makeup. No jewelry. Nothing that would make anyone notice her. It was like Ashlyn had purposefully selected clothes that would make her as inconspicuous as possible.
As Mel gave her "new class" speech, I watched Ashlyn's face. I could see her eyes darting around the room, looking at each of the other students. Then she turned her gaze to me. Our eyes me for the briefest of seconds. I gave her a little smile and winked as she quickly broke eye contact and blushed a little. Still studying her, I could see the faintest wisp of a smile appear on her face as her eyes kept darting back to me.
