How I Became a Nude Model

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How I Became a Nude Model

It started with Lola, a friend of mine I am a little sweet on. As an art major, she asked me for a favor. "I need a model for some assignments for my drawing class. Could you model for me?"

I inquired about the time involved. I live and work out of town and can only visit on weekends. She tells me it should only take a few hours each for a couple of Saturdays.

I agreed. I wanted to spend some time with her. Maybe it will lead to something more. Then, she hit me with the kicker. "The class is Drawing the Human Form. You will need to pose nude."

The shock quickly hits me. This amounted to more exposure than I expected. On one hand, I am flattered she picked me. Nevertheless, did I really want this. I concluded I was already committed, and I do have a crush on Lola. I said, "If that's what you need, I will be glad to do this favor."

I did qualify it by saying, "I am not sure I will be a good model." She made some encouraging comments, and we planned to meet next Saturday at her place.

I arrived at Lola's place Saturday a little after noon. She offered me a drink, and I took a glass of water. She already had a mimosa, her preferred cocktail. A chair, easel, sketchbook, and pencils sat in the living room.

A sheet covered the couch. She professionally comments, "Please undress." Now came the moment of truth. I awkwardly removed my clothes and placed them on an extra chair. Soon, I stand naked as Lola looks me over. A slight grin mounted her face. She seemed to enjoy my sensual display more than I initially did.

She directed me to lie back on the couch and pose the way she wanted. I attempted cooperation but react nervously. I feel she enjoyed my exposed discomfort. Finally, she had me the way she wanted.

I lie back with my legs spread. My left leg fell off the couch. My right arm rest on my right side with my hand on my outer thigh. My left fist supported my head as I gazed towards Lola. She drew for some time. Then, we took a drink break. I actually joined her with a mimosa. This surprised both of us since I never drink.

We repeated this process with several different poses for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. When she finished, she showed me her sketches. They looked quite good to my untrained eye. Although, I felt a little embarrassed at seeing sketches of me naked.

She thanked me, kissed and hugged me, and scheduled a session for next Saturday before allowing me to dress. Once dressed, I asked her to dinner, but she claimed exhaustion and declined. She repeated the thanks, hug, and kiss as she escorted me out the door.

The next week goes much the same. Only, I pose standing instead of reclined. Both our nerves appear steadier. Things go smoothly and professionally for both of us.

As I leave, she adds, "My professor loved the drawings of you. She wants to give me a private lesson at her house. Can you get here at eleven next Saturday? I can drive us to my professor's place."

I am a little unnerved by the new development. Now, I will be posing naked for two women. However, I feel committed to helping Lola, so I agree to the next modeling session.

I arrive the next Saturday on time. Leaving my car at Lola's apartment, she drives us to her professor's house. The large Victorian house dominates a large secluded lot.

Lola introduces me to Professor Shirly Kemp. The professor wastes no time in taking charge. At her request, I undress, and she hangs my clothes in the entryway closet.

Professor Kemp says, "You should have an erect manhood to properly display yourself in the drawings." She returns with a blue pill and a glass of water. I swallow the provided medication assuming it contains generic Viagra. She instructs the pill will take time to work.

While we wait, she serves mimosas, and we sit on the patio talking. She seems very interested in me. After about 30 minutes the professor asked me to stand. She then reaches over and begins giving me a hand job. I soon become fully erect.

Professor Kemp leads me out to a large oak tree and directs me to pose in front of it. Lola and Shirly take chairs nearby and begin drawing. As they work, they talk. I am the primary topic of conversation.

"So how long have you known Paul?" "A couple years." "How much did you pay him?" "Pay him?" "To model for you." "I could not afford to pay him. He did it as a friend." "He must like you a lot."

I start to say something, and both women yell at me. "Stop moving your face."

They continue. "Has he modeled before?" "No, he was so nervous the first time." "Do you enjoy making him get naked for you?" Lola looks me up and down and comments. "I am not saying in front of him." "Do you love him?" "No, I...."

The conversation gets quieter. Then, they both look me up and down and giggle. They proceed drawing but keep mostly quiet. The professor occasionally makes a suggestion to Lola.

As it gets dark, the professor suggests Lola leave. She said she wants to talk to me. I mention I left my car at Lola's place. She said she would get me to my car when she finishes with me. Lola leaves us but does not seem happy about it.

Shirley goes to the kitchen and starts fixing us dinner. I suggest I dress, but she implies that would be unnecessary. She indicates she wants more modeling later.

During dinner she tells me, "You need to model for class next Wednesday. It pays a thousand dollars." I respond, "I can't do it. I am not a real model."

The professor states, "You might as well do it and take the money. Everyone has already seen Lola's pictures of you. Also, if you don't cooperate, it will impact Lola's grades. You do want to help Lola? Besides, I have security cameras all over this house and yard. I have plenty of nude video of you. We'll work out the details later."

She pulls up her laptop and shows footage of me undressing in the entryway. The excited look on Lola's face as she watches me strip surprises me the most. The next camera focusses on the oak tree where I posed. It recorded my whole modeling job.

More video shows our conversation on the patio and Shirley giving me a hand job. Shirly ends by saying, "The video by the tree will be my backup if you do not show. You might as well get the money and help Lola."

The night concludes with her having me model for a photoshoot. Afterwards, she strips and leads me to the hot tub. She says, "I would take you to bed, but I don't want to upset Lola." Instead, she leaves me in a guest bedroom.

Sunday morning, she gives me a Viagra before breakfast. After eating she takes me out back for another fully erect photoshoot. Finally, she allows me to dress and drives me to my car. As she lets me out, she hands me a card with her phone number and address. She says, "Be at my house Wednesday at 9:00. I will prepare you and bring you to class. Also, do not tell Lola. I want to surprise her."

Wednesday, I arrive at Shirly's house before nine. She immediately has me strip and change into a robe and slippers. The robe does not reach my knees. I feel quite uncomfortable. She then takes me to the school.

We park in a garage adjoining the building and proceed up a back stairway. I am thankful we see no one else. We enter her office, and she hands me a pill and a glass of water. I swallow the pill and drink the liquid. We sit and talk to kill time before heading to the classroom.

The classroom has a dozen or so easels and chairs. A raised platform in the front center gives a place for the model to stand. On one side and slightly behind the platform sits a desk. Opposite the desk stands an ornamental screen. It blocks off that corner of the room. A large TV monitor mounts to the wall behind the platform allowing the showing of presentations.

Shirly places her laptop on the desk and plugs it into the monitor. Then, she places me on a stool behind the screen. She comments, "Give me your robe and slippers. I do not want you to be able to chicken out."

I remove them and hand them over to her. This leaves me completely nude. Then, she massages my junk until I become rigid. It does not take much excitation.

The professor tosses my robe and slippers on the desk and takes a couple snapshots of me before going back to her computer. I hear students arrive, but the screen blocks the sight of them. Shirly starts talking about some art techniques before introducing me as a guest model.

I step up on the stage and hear Lola gasp. Shirly directs my pose, and the students begin drawing. As I stand there, I scan the students. Ten women and two men gaze back at my nude form. I am unsure if the women or men studying me unnerves me more.

Shirly strolls the room observing the students and occasionally making comments. Periodically, Shirly directs I change poses. The whole ordeal last two hours.

At the conclusion of the class several students come forward to talk to me and thank me. Shirly leaves me standing naked the whole time. Lola approaches and criticizes me for not telling her about this. I tell her Shirly wanted to surprise her and she seems mollified.

While we stand there, Shirly tells Lola she wants to have another private lesson Saturday. We will meet at her house at noon. When Lola finally leaves, Shirly returns my robe and slippers and we return to her office.

Shirly works for two more hours before taking me back to her house. There she stands by and watches while I dress. She says, "See you Saturday" as I leave.

Saturday, I meet Lola at Shirly's house. Shirly has me naked minutes after entering. Another pill has me erect in no time. Lisa, another student from Wednesday's class arrives shortly after. Lisa had talked with me for a while after class.

A few mimosas later, Shirly has me posed outside, and teacher and students are drawing away. When it comes time to change poses, Shirley says, "Lola, why don't you undress and join Paul as model for the next set."

A shocked Lola replies, "But I am an art student, not a model." Shirly threatens, "If you do not do as I say. I will take Paul away from you."

Soon, Lola submits. She removes her clothing and Shirley takes them into the house. On returning, Shirly directs our poses. I start on my knees obediently looking up at Lola.

For the next pose, Lola sits in my lap. My hand rests in her crotch. The poses become more sexual until they become actual porn. Shirley switches from drawing to photography. She has Lisa strip and join the show.

The rest of the weekend goes along this vein. We obediently follow Shirley's commands. At night Lola and I wind up together in the guest bedroom after an evening with all four of us in the hot tub. Sunday, we all start out naked, and none of us dresses until late in the afternoon when it comes time to leave.

At the end of the next weekend's session, Shirly tells me to model for her photography class on Tuesday. The routine goes the same as for the drawing class. I undress at Shirly's place.

Lisa shows up also. She wears only a robe. Shirly drives us to the school. The Viagra in the office and leaving us naked behind the screen in the classroom remain the same.

The classroom arrangement has changed slightly. The platform, chairs, and easels were stacked in the back. Added photography lights illuminate the area where the platform stands.

Shirly applies makeup to counteract the bright lights. Then, Lisa and I wait for the class to begin. We model as directed. At the end of class Shirly assigns some team projects. She said they could contact her if they need to hire a model.

The modeling at the university leads to nude modeling for student projects. That leads to more jobs. It seems like I spend more time naked than clothed. Shirly acts as my agent and schedules the sessions.

If I do not have a job on a weekend, I wind up modeling for Shirly. I make thousands of dollars a month. It is not bad for a part time gig.