Cathy saw the ad for an art model. The money was good, and it meant she could do this for only a few hours a week instead of working long hours at a local café. She was hesitant about getting down to her underwear in front of people, but she knew she had a great body, and the ad said it was for professional art students, so she was sure the artist would be too busy sketching for it to be creepy. Plus, she was sure deep down she had a fetish for exhibitionism, she had just been too shy to try it. She figured if she was going to try it, at the very least she could do it with just underwear, with limited people and get paid for it. It was making her wet just thinking about it.
She spoke to John, the owner of the art studio. It seemed legitimate, and he told her he could show her references from previous models that had worked there, which made her feel more comfortable.
As she arrived at the studio to check it out -- she wanted to make sure it was all legitimate before she agreed to any classes. She introduced herself to john, and although much older than her, she was surprised at how good looking and fit he was. John mentioned that they have both male and female models, and often he has to step in as the male model at times, and so like to keep fit.
"Sometimes women do classes for a bridal shower and ask for me specifically, which is very flattering," he laughed. She was starting to feel better about the whole experience.
"So... you get completely nude for the classes?" Cathy blushed.
John smiled. "I do". Cathy blushed again. She could handle going to one of those classes, she thought.
"Of course you don't have to get nude, but when you do, then you get paid the extra amount here in the contract. I will mention one thing--the contract which states that you are ok with your image to be used in the artworks--sometimes models don't realise how good the artists are," Said John.
Cathy shrugged. "I'm fine with that--the amount I get paid per hour it's only fair."
"Great," Said John. "Also, part of the clause is to stay very still while they sketch you. If you think you may have trouble staying still, we can help you with this."
Cathy always had trouble with a restless leg, so that seemed like a good idea. She read the clauses carefully, and signed the document.
"Fantastic. We actually have a class starting in 5 minutes if you wanted to get started right away? I was going to be the model, but since you're here?" Cathy was surprised. She hadn't expected to start right away. "Umm, I....hadn't put on the right underwear."
"That will be fine," said John. "They often just sketch you as if you were nude anyway. Come and have a look at the studio before you decide."
She walked into the studio--it was white and clean, with seats and easels in a semi-circle surrounding a small block stage.
"So, what do you think?" Asked John. "We have just a small group of professional artists today.
"Ummm...sure." Smiled Cathy hesitantly.
"Great!" Exclaimed John. "Place your bag and clothes over there in the corner of the room, and I'll be back in a minute."
John turned and left as Cathy walked to the corner of the room and started taking her clothes off. Her nerves were making her restless leg worse as she headed over to the stage.
John came back in with large art pads and pencils.
"John - I'm sorry, but I'm really nervous, and its making my restless leg worse. You mentioned you had a trick for helping models stay still.
"No problems--it's a spray. Try this." John sprayed Cathy's face. It smelt funny, with hints of vanilla.
"Will this help?" Asked Cathy.
Absolutely. Give it a minute.
Cathy wasn't sure it would help, but though it was worth a try, so turned to get ready on the stage.
She tried, but found it was like walking through mud. Really thick mud. She only got halfway to the stage before she couldn't move.
"Wait...what..have...you....done...t...me...." Cathy found she could hardly talk.
"Sometimes models get a little nervous with the spray, so I'll put some soothing music on for you through some earbuds." Cathy was starting to panic as she was suddenly frozen solid. John placed an earbud in one of her ears. He went and got a chair and placed it on the stage, then gently picked her up and sat her on it.
"The music will help relax you while we begin the class, and every now and again I will repose you."
John placed the other earbud in her ear, and over the music she could hear people starting to enter the room behind her. She couldn't even move her eyes, so she could only see a few of the artists, as they began to sketch her. She had never been so excited and nervous in her life.
The music in her ears began to relax her. It felt like the music was making her horny. Or maybe it was just the situation, she couldn't tell. After 10 minutes, John stood her up, and changed her position. She was starting to like it. Again he posed her, and John's touch made her tingle. She was definitely wet.
After 20 minutes, She was much more relaxed -- and even more horny.
"OK, we'll try a different position with Cathy, and this time, we'll take her bra off." John said.
Cathy panicked. She had not agreed to that. Frozen in a standing position, she felt John's hands unclip her bra, and take it off. Cathy tried to look around, mortified that all these people could see her breasts. The humiliation seemed to make her even more horny. She was worried about how wet she was, and if it would start to show in her panties. She started thinking about how humiliated she would be if they could see her wetness -- the thoughts made her almost cum.
What was happening to her? Why was this humiliation making her even hornier?
After ten minutes, John told the class Cathy was more than happy to be completely nude, and slid her panties down to the floor. John whispered in her hear so no-one could hear; "Those panties are very wet, Cathy. I'm going to leave them around your ankles so everyone can see your wet spot on them. They can all see how horny you are."
The humiliation and her fetish for exhibitionism, Cathy could feel an orgasm building. Being completely frozen added an extra excitement to it as her face went bright red, thinking about how embarrassing it would be to cum in front of everyone. She could feel it building.
Oh no, she thought. I'm going to cum in front of everyone.
This sent her over the edge, and even though she was completely frozen, her body exploded as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. John walked into her view and smiled. She knew he could tell. The humiliation of his knowing made her cum again.
Suddenly the class was over, and Cathy could start to move her eyes and mouth.
John came over and removed the earbuds.
"What....did...you....do....to...me." Cathy was finding it easier to talk, but her body still seem rigid. She could move a finger or two.
"It's a spray derived from a wasp. It keeps people still for long periods of time." Said John.
"I...didn't....agree....to....be....nude..." Strained Cathy.
"You signed the contract, which has the different rates on nudity. Nothing in it said you wouldn't get naked."
Cathy paused, shocked. He was right.
"Plus, I know how much it turned you on. Before the end of the next art class, you'll love being naked." Smiled John.
"There...won't...be....another..."
"and how much you love the taste of cum."
"Wait....what? I would...never..."
Before she could finish her sentence, John sprayed her face again.
