Model Life Ch. 2

Model Life, Chapter 9 - Model Husband

As you heard in the last chapter, Chris turned the tables on me by having me pose nude for art classes for the next two months. After six weeks with no assignments, I finally got a call and modeled nude in front of a small class of artists, and in front of a group of office workers who got a full view through the open window from across the street. Chris was thrilled when I told her about my first modeling adventure, and she wanted more, but I hadn't had any more offers yet.

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"My two months are almost up anyway," I told her. "I wouldn't have a chance to pose before the end of the two months even if I was asked."

Chris looked at me with a frown and paused for a second. "My challenge was that you would take any jobs you are offered in the next two months, it doesn't matter how long it takes to complete them." She pulled out the paper on which she'd written the challenge. "It says so right here," she said emphatically.

She was right, the paper did say "offered" not "completed."

"OK," I agreed. "But then I'll be done." I had escaped modeling in front of people I knew at the art institute, and I wanted to keep it that way.

Chris still didn't look happy, but she admitted that I'd have fulfilled the letter of the bargain. She tried to convince me to continue, but I told her I planned to stick to our agreement. I didn't want to chance being nude in front of people that I knew. I'd cross my fingers and hope that I was not asked to model in the next 10 days.

But, Chris wouldn't let it drop. "How about I offer you a little incentive to keep going?" she said. "I know you love to see me model nude. How about, if you continue modeling after this next week, and you model as many times as I've modeled already, then I'll take any modeling jobs that are offered to me as long as you keep modeling too. That way, we'll both have skin in the game," she said with a wink.

"I don't know that I'm ready to commit to model six more times," I responded.

"Seven," she corrected. "This seems fair to me, maybe more than fair. You have to admit that I'm likely to get more offers than you are," Chris said in a challenging tone.

"Seven?" I was still processing. "You modeled once for Mark's class and six times for sculpture. How does that add up to me needing to model seven in addition to the one I've already done?"

"I modeled six times for sculpture, and twice for Mark, once for the class and once in private. That's when he finished the picture that I gave you." Chris blushed slightly as she said this.

I opened my mouth to say something, but she jumped back in.

"Anyway," she continued quickly, "the offer is seven. You need to model seven more times and keep modeling. Then I'll model too."

I could see that she was serious, and that this was not the time to discuss the previously undisclosed modeling session for Mark. There was little chance that I would get offered another modeling job in the final few days of my commitment. So, I decided to play along.

"So, how long would we keep modeling before completing this dare?"

"Until both of us agree we're done," she responded. "You don't have to decide now. You accept my offer by modeling seven more times. Then, once you've done that, you can tell me that you are in by asking me to start modeling too. Once you do that, we'll both be committed until we agree to stop."

I certainly had no intent to model anymore, but I had to show good faith if our games were to continue, and there was no harm in agreeing because I was not committed to take any assignments after my two months were up. It was totally up to me. "OK, I'm in if you are."

"Good," she replied, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom.

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That Thursday, at the last session of my regular sculpture class, I tried to be entirely nonchalant about the fact that our sculpture instructor, Lauren, had taken in every inch of me while I was posing nude for Sophia's class just two days earlier. She greeted the class as usual, and I drew a sigh of relief. I had almost put it out of my mind by our second break as I stood in front of my sculpture trying to figure out what finishing touches to make before the end of the evening.

My sculpture friends, Marcia, Diane and Beth were looking at the sculpture with me as we talked about what needed work. Diane, a petite woman in her sixties with a ready smile and short blond hair, drives a nice Mercedes and has plenty of money and time for art classes, but she's not the best sculptor. Still, Diane is fun to talk with and often shares a sly comment or joke under her breath during class. Beth is in her mid-thirties, an attractive blonde with large breasts and an athletic figure. She sports tattoos down each arm and probably has more on the rest of her body, but none are on display when wearing her usual white T-shirt and jeans. Marcia is in her late forties, with brown hair that she pulls back into a ponytail. She's from Brazil, and has a ribald sense of humor.

The four of us had taken several sculpture classes together, and we'd developed a good classroom friendship. As we were finishing the critique of my sculpture, Lauren walked up. "She's looking good Jay, just a few more details and she'll be ready for you to prepare her for firing. Are you happy with her?"

"I guess so," I replied. "I always seem to see the flaws on the last day."

"It happens to all of us," she said with a smile. With that comment, Lauren turned to move to the next student, then she stopped, and turned back to me. "By the way, I was surprised to see you posing for Sophia's drawing class on Tuesday. I didn't know you modeled."

Busted, I thought. I had to play it cool. "Yeah, just something I thought I'd try."

"Well, I'm impressed. Not many artists are brave enough to see what it's like on the other side of the creative process. I did a bit of modeling myself when I was in college. So, good for you. Sophia told me that she wouldn't have known it was your first time modeling unless you told her. That's high praise coming from her, she can be a bit difficult with models who don't know their stuff. Do you think you'll do it again?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "It depends on what comes up."

"I hope you do; you seem like it comes naturally to you, and it would be good for your sculpture."

With that, Lauren turned and went on to the next student. I looked up to see Diane, Marcia and Beth looking at me with quizzical looks on their faces.

"What was that about?" Beth asked.

"Oh nothing," I said trying to brush off the question.

Diane chimed in: "So... Let me get this straight, you posed for Sophia's drawing class on Tuesday. That's a figure drawing class, right?"

I confessed that, yes, it was, and yes, I had posed nude. No, I had not done it before. I'd simply wanted to give it a try to see what it was like. No, I didn't have plans to do it again. My three sculpture friends were surprised, intrigued, and curious. Luckily, our model stepped onto the stand again and we began sculpting.

On our long break, Lauren, called everyone together in the lounge area, while we sat munching on our energy bars or having a quick cup of coffee to keep our energy up through the end of class. "OK, as you all know, this is our last class for this session. The next session starts in three weeks, so I want to get a head count of how many people from this class will be joining, so I know how many spaces we have available for newcomers."

I raised my hand, as did Beth, Marcia, Diane and most of the rest of the class. "Good, I'm glad to see most of you will be back. So, as usual, I'm looking for input on what you want to do in this next session, what kind of a pose you're interested in, what type of model, we want to keep this interesting for everyone. Any thoughts?"

A couple of students suggested poses. One, favored a reclining pose because that was far easier to hollow out and fire. Another suggested a standing pose, possibly with some drapery like a Greek goddess. As these students were talking, I could see that my three friends, on the other side of the small circle that had formed around Lauren, had their heads together.

"Anyone else?" Lauren asked.

Diane raised her hand, "We've only ever sculpted female figures, could we change it up and do a male figure?"

"Sure, I'm open to whatever the class wants to do. I've generally found that sculptors, both men and women, especially the beginners, seem to be more comfortable with a female model, but I'm glad to bring in a male model if that's what the class would like to do."

"I think we should," Beth chimed in.

"I agree," Marcia added, as several other female students nodded in approval.

I could feel what was coming, but there was no way to stop it.

"OK then," Lauren said. "I want to make sure we can fill the class. How many of you are interested in changing it up and having a male model for our next class?" Most of the same hands went up, though reluctantly for some of the male students. "Then it's settled. Our next class will be a male model. I look forward to seeing all of you then. I'll set to work finding a model."

"I have a suggestion," Diane said raising her hand. "How about using Jay as our model? He modeled for Sophia's figure drawing class this week. There's no reason he can't model for us, is there?"

Lauren paused and glanced over my way, as the other students looked curiously in my direction. "Yes, I saw Jay modeling. I'm sure that he would make a great model for sculpture, but that would mean he couldn't take the class, and I don't want to put him on the spot."

"How about it, Jay?" Marcia chimed in. "Would you take a break from sculpting to model for us?"

Beth added "That would be great Jay, will you do it? I think you'd be great. What do you guys think?" Their orchestrated attack seemed to be working. A couple of the other women in the class nodded and said it sounded like a good idea.

"OK, OK ladies. I see you'd all like to sculpt Jay, but this is for him to decide. "Jay, are you up for a little more modeling?"

This was the moment of truth. My two months had not run, and I'd been offered a modeling assignment. I couldn't turn it down without breaking the rules, and if Chris found out, our games would be over. If I said yes, I'd be nude in front of a class full of people that I knew. Plus, I'd have to work really hard to prevent other people that I knew from finding out. But, there was nothing else to do.

"Sure," I said, forcing a smile. "I'd be glad to."

From the expressions on their faces, I think Lauren, Beth, Marcia and Diane had been expecting the opposite response.

"Well then, it's settled. After this session, I'll see all of you in three weeks for more sculpting. And, Jay, we'll see all of you as well." Lauren said this with a wry smile.

At the end of the class, as the other students were packing up, a couple of the men commented to me that I was braver than they were. A couple of women simply thanked me for agreeing to model, waiving and saying: "See you in three weeks."

"You guys are the worst," I said to Beth Marcia and Diane, as they all chuckled.

"We thought we'd give it a try," Diane said. "But, you really surprised us when you said yes! I'm really looking forward to this next class. It should be revealing," she said with a wink. "No pun intended."

"I bet you are," I responded.

Lauren called to me from across the room. "Jay, would you mind staying for a few minutes after class. I want to get some basic measurements to hand out at the start of class, so we'll be ready to hit the ground running in our next session."

I agreed, finished packing up my sculpture and tools and took them out to my car. When I came back into the classroom, only Diane and Lauren remained.

"I'm sorry we put you on the spot Jay," Lauren said, "but I'm glad you agreed to pose. Based on what I saw at Sophia's class, I think you'll be a great model. While I finish up with Diane, would you mind taking off your street clothes and getting up on the model stand so that I can get the usual measurements to put on the handout for the start of class." With that, she turned to Diane and continued discussing some feature of her sculpture.

I was a bit hesitant to get undressed with Diane just standing there, but then again, I was going to be naked in front of her and the rest of the class in three weeks. I might as well get over the shock.

I pulled my shirt off over my head, slid off my shoes, dropped my trousers and removed my briefs. As I did this, Lauren had her back toward the model stand, but Diane was facing towards me. She was trying to concentrate on what Lauren was saying about her sculpture, but I could see she was having a hard time doing so as she watched me strip over Lauren's shoulder.

Lauren turned around. "Oh, I'm sorry. You could have left the underwear on, but since you're there, let's just go ahead. "Diane, would you mind helping?" Diane readily assented, and Lauren handed her a clipboard. "Please write down the measurements as I call them out to you."

Lauren pulled out her calipers and a tape measure. She approached me from the front and started calling out measurements -- front of the head to the back, side to side, distance between the temples, tip of the nose to the ear, tip of the nose to the top of the forehead. As she did this, she stood inches in front of my naked body. Lauren then worked down my body - the distance between the shoulders, sternal notch to top of shoulder, sternal notch to belly button, width of my hips. As she called out the numbers, Diane wrote down the measurements with a smile on her face, studying my body as she went. As Lauren knelt down in front of me to measure my thighs, her head inches from my cock, Diane gave me a wink. It was clear that she was having fun with this, and it was all I could do to keep from getting an erection.

"OK, that should do it," Lauren said standing up. "We'll see you in three weeks." I stood there for a second, then went to retrieve my boxers. But, before I could reach them, someone else entered the room and stepped between me and the stool where my clothes waited. Sheesh, had someone sent out advertisements?

"Oh, good, I'm glad I caught you." the woman said to Lauren, and they exchanged a few words, then the woman turned and acknowledged me. "Jay, I'm Stephanie. Earlier Today I spoke with Sophia . She said you'd modeled for her drawing class and that I could probably catch you here at sculpture tonight. I meant to stop by earlier, but I just finished class. I hear you're preparing to model for Lauren's sculpture class" she said, gesturing at my nakedness.

"Yes," Lauren said. "Jay's agreed to be our model for the six-week session that starts after our three-week break.

"Great, Stephanie said, "Sophia wasn't sure whether you would be modeling again, and I thought I'd have to twist your arm. Since you're off sculpture for three weeks, I was wondering if you'd be willing to model for my drawing class. I had a last-minute cancelation, so I need someone for Tuesday of next week and Tuesday and Thursday of the following week. We have portraits on the schedule."

I felt a bit odd, discussing modeling as I stood there with my naked ass and cock in plain view, and with Diane looking on in obvious amusement. I had only had a single modeling assignment in almost two months. Then, in the space of two hours, I'd agreed to pose naked in front of people I knew for six weeks of sculpture. Now, I was being offered another three modeling sessions. This was not what I'd hoped for, but I knew I couldn't break the rules. I agreed with Stephanie that I would come to pose for her.

"Great!" she said. "See you next week around 6:00 so that we can discuss the pose for the portrait. Class starts at 6:30. Wear a shirt with some kind of pattern to it, because I may want to have them drawing some kind of fabric with folds and pattern. I haven't decided for sure yet."

I let out a sigh of relief. It hadn't occurred to me that I might actually get to pose with clothes on. That was at least a small victory. After confirming with Stephanie that I would be there next week, I bent down, put on my boxers and the remainder of my clothing and headed out the door. Diane followed.

"Thanks for the preview," Diane called out. "See you after our break!"

I nodded, climbed into my car and headed for home.

When I relayed the story to Chris, she was elated. Chris made me repeat my description of stripping down in front of Diane while I re-enacted the strip for her. As I stripped for Chris, she removed her blouse. As I stood there naked, my cock now fully at attention, she said, "Now, let me take your measurements. Let's start with this," she said, taking my cock in her hand and sliding her hand back and forth as my cock swelled. "I want you to have this in mind when you're standing in front of those ladies, just think of me, wrapping my hand around your cock. I want you to have to work hard during your modeling not to get an erection, because that would be truly embarrassing." With that, Chris knelt down, put my throbbing cock in her mouth and sucked until I came, and came, and came. Cum poured from her mouth, rolling down her front and dripping onto her breasts, which she squeezed together with my spent cock between them, as I quivered in ecstasy.