Chapter 1: Modeling for Pay

My name is Robert Greene. To most people when I was in college, I was just Bob, the model. I ran track and wrestled in high school, so I was kind of lean and fit. In college, I kept my body fit by working out at the gym. Soon after school started in August that first year, one of the bulletin boards advertised for men and women models for the art programs. This was now about mid October and I had a few hours free since my studies seemed fairly easy right now since I was still taking the basics. They did pay something for modeling and so I thought I would try out. It would help me to pay for some of my schooling.

Doctor Martin Truax and Doctor Amy Pender, both in their early forties, were the art professors doing the interviews. They were looking for fit models that weren't afraid of displaying their body in either small swim suits, like Speedos or thongs, or nude. The interview was in one of the classrooms where there were about thirty easels standing around a central platform. All the windows could be shaded for nude modeling and left open when the natural light was needed. They had track lighting, much like a theater stage, so they could adjust the lighting for the effects they wanted. It looked like a real first class operation. Since it was just the two of them and myself, when they asked me to disrobe, I did. I was not overly endowed, but I had a respectable seven inches when hard; when soft I had a not inconsiderable four.

They posed me in different positions on the raised platform. They moved around me looking and generally trying to picture how different lighting would show different effects, shadows, and such, for their students. After about ten minutes, Professor Pender announced, "Robert, you are perfect for what we need. You are fit and well defined so that we can show the students the different muscle groups and forms that our body can show, and to our best advantage.

"How soon can you start and what is your schedule like so we can determine when we can use you for our classes. Oh, and you can get dressed now."

As I dressed, Professor Truax mentioned that I didn't seem to be very embarrassed regarding nudity in front of others. I said, "My parents are naturists and we spent some time each summer at a nudist camp in South Texas every year. When I got into wrestling and track, the skimpy uniforms helped attract the girls, but it also helped that I had a nice tan and that I was fit. I guess I'm still a nudist at heart."

"That's a very healthy attitude, Robert. I'm glad we are going to be able to use you for our classes," Professor Pender said.

So, that is how I got into modeling.

I was able to work in four modeling sessions a week, two during the day, and two at night. This still left me with time for my regular studies in English, science and math. I was getting my regular studies out of the way first before I concentrated on courses for my computer sciences degree.

About February of that first year in college, Dr. Pender invited me to visit the studio of an art club that she belonged to. It allowed semi-professionals to hone their art so they could become more self-sufficient in their careers. They were doing a nude study class for six weeks at three nights a week, starting in May. The place was an old strip joint that had fallen on hard times, and had been purchased by some artists. They had fixed it up with lighting, skylights, and everything. She asked if I was interested.

"Yes, Dr. Pender, I'm interested, but what does it pay? The reason I'm asking is that I was going to try to get a part-time job for the summer working nights and still take a class or two during the day." She mentioned a figure that was over three times what I was getting for modeling at school, so I said I would love to do it.

"Bob, your body is so well defined that a lot of our artists would love to draw or paint you and your comfort in being nude certainly helps a lot. Now, this studio does things a little differently. One being that, for the first few sessions, you will be blindfolded; this is because we do have a couple of celebrities and some very prominent local citizens as either models or artists.

"Until they get to know you better, we tend to err of the side of caution. We normally have a Get Acquainted session when the models are dressed and can mingle with everyone. Until everyone is comfortable, we do this blindfold thing. I hope that is all right?"

"Hey Doc, it's no skin off my nose; whatever works for you. I can go along with that."

In November just after Thanksgiving I started dating one of the girls from the art classes that I posed for at school. Her name was April Spring. Yeah, I know; her parents had to have hated her to name her that, at least that's what she said. I think it was their love for her, but who was I to argue. We dated exclusively almost all spring semester, going to movies and out to eat. We ate in a lot too, if you know what I mean. Even though we were still pretty young I thought we had something real and lasting. Anyway, by the end of May we had been going steady for about two months and I proposed to her after class, two days before the end of the semester. She accepted and we were so happy. April was a year ahead of me, and she was a member of the art club that the studio ran and I would model for in the summer.

April Spring was a beautiful girl, about five feet six to my five feet ten with a very nice figure. I was terrible trying to figure out measurements, but she had, like, small grapefruit-sized breasts, a nice thin waist, and lovely hips and ass. We had gotten to the stage of sex together and, boy was she a wanton woman in the sack. Almost any position we could think up was done: oral, vaginal, and we even tried anal twice, once to say we did it and the second time for the experience, but it didn't turn either of us on much. We could take it or leave it, but I thought it was too tight and very hard to do comfortably even with a lot of lube. But, giving and receiving oral was great and April loved the fact of my growing penis. She loved to start out with me soft in her mouth and as I grew she loved the way it filled her.

I felt that our love was forever, we had started to plan things for a wedding when she graduated or possibly put it off until I graduated. I realized that even as young as we were we were made for each other. Plans were made and things progressed quite well. We planned to meet her parents after the summer session and before the fall semester started in September.

After the spring semester was over, I started modeling for the art studio as well as take two courses. It did seem a little weird that first couple of nights when I was blindfolded for the modeling session. I was led to the dressing room, which was just another room in the building. They held the classes in the main room and the models dressed and undressed in one of the side rooms, the women in one area, and the men in another. After undressing, I was led blindfolded to a platform and then posed by Dr. Pender.

At the mingle session later, I could see to some extent the need for blindfolds as I saw a couple of people I recognized immediately. One was a local news anchor. She was even more beautiful in person than the way she appeared on TV. Another was a woman I saw in a lot of the furniture ads for a local chain of furniture stores in Texas. Then, I was introduced to one of our assistant DAs, a municipal court judge and the assistant city manager.

I would say that about ninety percent of the art club members were women. The group I met on the first night ranged from April, who was nineteen, to another federal judge (a man this time) at near sixty. Most of the women were professionals in their thirties to forties and most of the men were in their twenties to fifties. Anyway, it was a nice pleasant evening.

Not bad for three hours work, and I made almost $300. I think I could take bringing in almost a $1000 a week for standing around for three hours. True, every twenty minutes we were given a three minute break to relax or go into another pose. Or, we could get a bathroom break when needed.

The next session I was not blindfolded. I did not fawn all over the prominent figures; I was cool with my attitude about my nudity and posing and they liked my social skills. I had passed the test.

By the end of my second week modeling, I noticed that some of the models were led off into side rooms for about twenty to thirty minutes and then they would come back. I asked Amy about it and she said that some of the artists wanted some "one on one time" with the model to work on specific areas of the body, like hands or faces. Rather than everyone having to draw the same area, they went into a separate room and did their thing.

My God, was I ever naïve; I thought just what Doctor Pender said was true. I found out later it was anything but innocent, but, on with the classes and my love affair with April.

April was one of the artists that frequented the studio, not every night and not always during the evenings when I was modeling. I did find that they held classes there every evening during the week and sometimes during the day, too. I was there Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings. I guess I was in my ninth week of modeling at the art club when I noticed April and another second-year student, Anne I think her name was, take Gerry Oldham into one of the rooms.

Gerry was a junior, but he and I had become somewhat friends from our studio work. He said this was his third year doing this modeling and he said that the side room tips were pretty good, but you had to wait until someone asked you and it was not always just modeling that was done.

"You mean that sometimes it is for sex, right?"

"Yeah, sometimes; usually it is for what they say it is for, but often it is for sex only. I can usually make an extra grand a week or more for doing two or three side sessions. That's how I can keep going to school. I work all summer long on my tan and modeling and then I study the rest of the time to get my degree in electrical engineering. Hey, it pays for my tuition, so I can't knock it. Besides, everything is very above board and nothing happens outside of the art studio. Not everyone pays as well ... some are still students ... but the other professionals do pay pretty well."

"Gerry, has April ever requested a private session with you for sex?"

"Hey, Bob, April and I have never done that. I know you two are engaged and I would never plow your field. No way. She and I did it once last year, but since you two got together, no sir. I won't get dragged into something like that.

Now, these other ladies ... a lot of them are married, but if they want to cheat on their spouses, that's their business; I only provide a service or outlet for what they either can't or won't get at home. I hope you can see that, Bob. Rest assured I wouldn't do you any harm. I like you, Bob; you are a good friend. You helped me through that calculus thing I had so much trouble with until you explained it to me and I'm very grateful."

"Thanks, Gerry. I just was wondering."

I had had this conversation with Gerry before that evening, so I assumed that they both were doing what a couple of artists have asked me to do for side sessions. One time, three women worked on sketching my feet and hands. They were having trouble in those areas, so I happily obliged them.

Anyway, that night April came back out after about two minutes and she glared at me. I wondered what that was all about, but I blew it off. I guessed Anne wanted sex but April didn't want any part of that. April left early that night because when I came back out when I was dressed, she wasn't anywhere around. I looked for Gerry, too, but he was busy with the federal judge and it looked like he was going into a side room with her.