“Showtime,” He said with a smile as he put the blue pill in his mouth and swallowed.

We were standing in a back room wearing house coats. I was playing on my phone to kill time but I couldn’t help but watch as his erection pushed his housecoat out. I couldn’t believe the size of it.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” He said. “Did you come from a different location or just move here?”

“It’s my first time actually,” I said nervously. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh,” He said, his eyes lighting up. “It’s been awhile since we’ve had a new recruit. What made you decided to join us?”

“I just need the money. My friend suggested this.”

“Yeah.” He shook his head. “A lot of people pass through cause of the money. Most of them don’t make it too long. It takes a certain type of person to last at this job.”

“Yeah I know,” I said, trying to be nonchalant.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He gave me a friendly smile. “I’m John, by the way.”

“Thea,” I said as I shook his hand.

“So how old are you, Thea?” He asked, making conversation.

“18 last week.” I said, a little nervous.

“Really?” His eyebrows raised.

“Okay fine.” I caved instantly. “I just turned 17. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t say anything.” He said with a wink. “I do hope you’re going to be one of the girls who will last a while.”

“Maybe.” I said, feeling awkward. “So, you’ve been coming here for a while then?”

“Almost 5 years now. I feel like it motivates me to stay in shape.”

John was a pretty handsome guy. He was tall, with jet black hair and a muscular build. He had a really nice smile and a friendly demeanor. I had a hard time believing that a guy like him would need to come to a place like this. But who was I to judge, I was here too.

“You look good,” I said with a small smile. “How old are you anyway? You look a little young.”

“I’m 31 years young.” He laughed. “And thanks, I do try.”

“How many times have you done this before?”

“It has to be over 200 now,” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve gone through a lot of partners. Not because of me.” He laughed and waved his hands. “They just moved on from this line of work.”

“Don’t worry, I get it.” I smiled. “That’s a lot of times. Is it all the same thing?”

“Oh no.” He said, shaking his head. “I’ve done many different positions through the years. Some have been easy, others have been a bit harder.”

“Is there any position that’s your favorite?” I asked curiously.

“I like them all. But I will admit that I do prefer being on the bottom, just makes it easier for me.”

“Of course.” I smiled.

A light lit up above the door. signaling for us to walk out.

“It looks like we’re on,” He said.

“Here we go.”

We walked through the doors and were greeted with eyes staring at us. There was a platform directly in the middle surrounded by people sitting in chairs. In front of each of them was an easel. A woman was standing next to the platform, waiting for us to approach.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you two together.” She smiled at John.

“Well, she’s new, actually.” He said. “This is Thea.”

“Hi, Thea. I’m Marcy.”

“Hello,” I said, feeling a little nervous.

“So what is happening right now is they are about to draw or paint a recreation of the scene you display on the platform. Each session will take one hour and in between you will get a one hour break. The three students who had the best art last week have been elected to choose your artistic positions. If you two would please stand on the platform, we will begin.”

“After you,” John said with a wink.

I stepped onto the platform and looked around at the boys and girls who were waiting patiently to see me naked. A part of me was really excited. The other part of me felt like throwing up from nerves.

“Don’t worry,” John whispered. “They’ll be more focused on their work than you personally. They’re very professional.”

“That makes me feel so much better.” I whispered back.

“Alright everyone.” Marcy said. “This scene was summited by our third place winner last week. You will be given one hour, as always to depict the scene onto canvas.” She turned to speak to us directly. “For your first scene, The female will be bent and resting her arms on a stool with her legs spread. The male will be standing behind her with half of his penis penetrating her vagina. The male will then use both of his hands to hold either side of her hips.”

“No problem.” John said with a smile.

“Yep.” I tried not to sound as nervous as I was.

“A reminder for you both. You don’t need to hold any facial expression, that will be up to the artists. Now, begin when ready.”

John dropped his housecoat. He was standing on the platform next to me, completely naked. I couldn’t help but notice his muscles flex as he stepped into the scene. He had a six pack and biceps that could only be achieved through hours of weightlifting. He didn’t look overly muscular, just very fit.

He had the largest penis I had ever seen. It was fully erect and sticking straight out from his body. It was at least 9 inches long and incredibly thick. The head was bulbous and the shaft was covered in veins. He was completely clean shaven below his neck.

I was still wrapped up in my housecoat. My eyes traveled up and down his body, taking in every inch of him. He didn’t seem shy or embarrassed at all. He seemed quite proud.

“Your turn,” He whispered to me.

I took a deep breath and undid my housecoat, letting it fall to the floor.

My tits were perky and firm. They were a nice B-cup and my nipples were a pale pink color. My waist was slim and toned and my legs were smooth and slender. My pussy was tight thin pink slit. I was completely bare, shaven, and ready to perform.

John gave me a friendly smile and I smiled back at him. He was so confident, it actually made me feel better about doing this.

“Let’s begin.” He said.

I positioned myself over the stool. It was a regular wooden stool with no arms or back. I bent over and rested my arms on the base and felt my breasts hanging down off my body. I spread my legs apart and closed my eyes, waiting for the penetration.

The cool air danced along the slit of my pussy until I felt John’s warm cockhead touching the outside of my entrance. I gasped and opened my eyes as the tip of his cock pushed its way inside me. He grabbed my hips and gently pushed until I felt him hitting the deepest parts of my vagina.

“They said half way,” I whispered back to him.

“This is halfway,” He whispered back. “No more chatting, stay in position.”

I looked forward, as I was supposed to and saw the artists had begun to sketch and paint. They were looking down and working hard. They didn’t seem to care or notice that I was a young naked girl, exposed in front of them. I was just an object to them, a piece of art.

I could feel John’s warm cock deep inside me. The way it filled my pussy up and the way his fingers were pressed deep into my skin on my hips. My nipples were hard and pointing freely at the ground below.

When I signed up for this I knew it was sexual in nature. I could have picked being clothed, or even still being naked but solo. But this is where the money was. This is what they wanted to see.

My body was on display for everyone to see. My tits, my ass, my pussy, everything was laid out bare in front of them. They were studying the angles and curves, sketching me into a piece of art. I wondered if they found me attractive.

The time was ticking and the artists were busy painting and sketching. Occasionally they would stop and look up at us, trying to figure out what they were missing.

“You’re doing great,” John whispered to me.

“Thanks,” I whispered back.

His cock was throbbing deep inside me. He had been keeping still for so long. I felt like he was ready to thrust but he didn’t want to disrupt the artists. He was also much more professional than that. He didn’t seem the type to take advantage of the situation.

My legs were starting to get tired and my arms were digging into the stool. I felt like my nipples were so hard from the cold air they could cut through glass. But I remained in position, hoping that it would soon be over.

“That’s the hour.” Marcy said as she stepped forward.

John’s cock slid out of me and I sighed.

“Great work,” He whispered to me as he helped me up.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

We both reached for our housecoats and wrapped ourselves up.

“While our models step away you have 5 more minutes for any finishing touches.”

The artists looked at their paintings, not paying attention to us as we walked back to our waiting room. Once we were inside and away from the class I sat down on the couch and let myself sink into it.

“Wow, that was exhausting.”

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it.” He smiled.

“Have you ever seen the finished paintings?”

“A few times, yeah. They’re pretty good.”

“Okay, I’m too tired to talk.” I said, waving my hand.

“Understandable. I’ll go grab a drink. You want something? Water, coffee, tea?”

“Tea sounds lovely.”

“One tea, coming up.” He winked and left the room.

I was alone and wrapped in a house coat. John was probably the most pleasant guy I could have ended up working with. It didn’t hurt that he was incredibly handsome and built like a Greek god. His cock was a gift from the gods as well. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have him push his entire length inside of me.

The thought was arousing, but he was my partner, nothing more. I had to keep my mind focused and remember that. He was just an incredibly fit and well hung man who was also nice and friendly. It’s not like I was going to date him or anything.

“Here’s your tea.”

“Oh thank you,” I smiled and took the mug from him.

“No problem.”

We both sat in silence and sipped our tea, waiting for the next hour to pass.

“So,” John finally said. “What did you think of your first experience?”

“Honestly, it was a little scary.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess I never really thought about having a bunch of strangers stare at my naked body for an hour. I guess I felt a bit like a stripper to start. But after a while it kind of grew on me.”

“It can be intimidating, I’ll give you that.” He smiled. “But once you get past the whole public nudity thing, the money is great.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” I said. “I guess the only thing I’m worried about is if someone takes an actual photo of me and upload them on the internet.”

“No, this is a safe space. They’re not allowed phones at all while in the model room. And it’s all strictly hands off. They can’t touch the models, no pictures, no videos, nothing.”

“That’s a relief.” I sighed and lay back on the couch. “I wonder what our next position will be?”

“You’ll never know. That’s the fun of it. It’s like a surprise.”

“I hope it’s not anything too intense.” I groaned.

“Well you did pretty good with that last scene. Not easy to stay bent over for so long. Especially not the first time.”

“I guess it is a bit easier to just stand there with your penis inside me.” I laughed softly.

“Yeah it seems easier. The hardest part for me is making sure I don’t cum.” He chuckled.

“Have you ever slipped up?” I leaned forward on the couch.

“I’ve had a few close calls.” He laughed. “I guess it’s not surprising. A girl, naked in front of you, with your dick inside her.” He winked.

We were both laughing and enjoying the conversation. He was incredibly charming and very friendly. I really did like talking to him. I was wondering if it was just because he was nice or if I had the hots for him. Maybe a combination of both.

The light lit up above the door and it was time for us to go back out.

“Showtime,” John said.

We walked out of our waiting room and made our way back onto the platform. I was feeling a little less nervous and a little more comfortable. The eyes on me didn’t seem as intimidating. They were here for the art of the naked body, nothing more.

“The next scene was submitted by our second place winner from last week.” Marcy began. “The male will be standing straight and the woman will be kneeling in front of him. The man’s penis will be placed partially place inside the woman’s mouth and she will be looking up at him as best she can. The male’s hands will be behind his back and his face will be facing the female.”

“Easy enough,” John said, smiling.

“Okay,” I said, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

John stepped forward, standing in the middle of the platform. He threw his housecoat to the side, revealing his erection. He stood proudly, his legs shoulder width apart, his hands behind his back.

I removed my housecoat and kneeled in front of him. I looked at his 9 inch erection in front of me. It was so large and thick and the shaft was covered in veins.

His cock was pointing upwards so I reached up and pointed it down slightly so it was straight out from his body. I looked up at him as I moved closer to the tip of his cock. My eyes met his and he gave me a smile and a nod.

My lips wrapped around the head of his shaft as I gently pushed my head forward. I immediately tasted his cock and felt the salty precum on my tongue. I pushed my mouth into him until half his cock was resting in my mouth.

“You have one hour to depict the scene before you. Begin.”

The artists immediately started drawing and painting.

I was on my knees, staring up at John. I was surprised by how much control he had. He wasn’t moving or pushing his hips forward. He was completely still and composed.

My lips were stretched around his shaft and my tongue was resting on the underside of his cock. I was starting to get used to the taste of his dick. There was a little saltiness to his cum, but mostly it was a sweet flavor. It was surprisingly pleasant.

The artists were hard at work and focused on their canvas. John and I had to remain perfectly still for their benefit. We had to remain looking at each other but my eyes weren’t locked on his. They were traveling along his perfectly chiseled body. His 6 pack was on full display, his biceps flexed and his pecs perfectly sculpted.

After about half an hour my mouth was getting tired. John’s cock was halfway in my mouth. I had been looking at him for so long and my neck was starting to ache. My jaw was getting tired from being open and holding his dick in my mouth.

To pass the time I started to move my tongue around his shaft, feeling the veins and his smooth skin. I licked around his shaft, coating it with my saliva. John’s eyes flickered and he let out a soft sigh.

The artists were all so focused they didn’t seem to notice anything. I wasn’t trying to arouse him or anything, but it was the only thing I could do with having to stay so still. I kept my tongue moving and licking, massaging his shaft as the minutes ticked away.

IT did help to pass the time and we only had about 10 minutes left. Our eyes were still on each other and he was as still as a statue. That’s when he started to cum.

I felt his cock throbbing in my mouth. Then it released a huge burst of hot cum into the back of my throat. I had no choice but to act like it was nothing and take his loads. He looked down at me like nothing was happening and his face remained stoic.