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 ï>¿ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought. by FunKelly

   ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought.  Part 8

   Do you know what I discovered, as I was standing in front of the
Sullivans?  You're not sure what to do with your arms and hands, when
you're naked, in the presence of clothed people.  For example: If I held my
hands together behind my back, I might be seen as some little tramp who was
proud of her erect, rock-hard nipples, and was flaunting them.  If I cross
my arms in front of my chest, I may be perceived as a girl who was ashamed
of her tiny breasts, and therefore was concealing them.  I could clasp my
hands together if front of me, but then the observer might believe I was
covering my pussy, because I was a bit embarrassed that I had shaved off
every last stubble of my pubic hair.  Now....If I were dressed, I could put
my hands in my pockets, or have one hand holding the strap of my purse, as
it was slung over my shoulder.  The options seemed endless, but the reality
was that I was completely naked in front of the two dressed instructors.

   I decided on the latter, and clasped my hands together, and relaxed my
arms.  My hands lay right in front of my crotch, concealing my smooth, bald
pussy, as I looked up at the two tall strangers.  Mrs.  Sullivan leaned
over, and asked me, "Jenifer.  Can we speak privately for a moment, in the
hallway?" "I can't go out there!  I'm naked!", was my intemperate and
ill-timed response!  I had been desperately trying not to come off as some
argumentative little brat, yet there I was, and all eyes were now on me. 
Seconds later I heard, Kevin, the four art students and Mrs.  Slate, call
out in unison, "YOU ARE NOT NAKED!  YOU ARE NUDE!  YOU ARE NOT NAKED!  YOU
ARE NUDE!" I quickly gathered myself together, then looked to Mrs. 
Sullivan, and said, "I'm so sorry Mrs.  Sullivan, of course we can talk in
the hallway", as I followed the couple out into "The Abyss".  At least
that's how it felt to me at the time.

   As we walked out into the hallway, I noticed it was quite a bit cooler
than the classroom.  The air conditioning vents were blowing extremely cold
air from the ceiling, and they seemed to be pointed directly at me.  The
tile floor beneath my feet, felt much colder than the tile floor in the
classroom.  They were both stark reminders of my public exposure, as I
waited to hear what the Sullivan's wanted to talk to me about.  My nipples
were now becoming even more erect, from the chill in the air.  as they
remained on display for the tall, clothed, couple.  Mrs.  Sullivan
re-introduced herself as Elaine, and her husband as Robert.  She then asked
me, "Jenifer.  Do you know who "Felix Laconia" is?" Having no idea, I
simply replied, "I'm sorry, but no I don't".

   Robert and Elaine, both looked at each other, as if I had just
confessed, I didn't know who "George Washington" was.  Robert spoke for the
first time that afternoon, and said, "Jenifer.  Felix Laconia is an Italian
painter and sculptor.  He is without a doubt, the foremost artist in all of
Europe today, and has been for almost forty years.  Anyway.  I've met him
several times at his exhibitions, and on occasion, met with him privately.
His regular correspondence e-mail stated he's looking for a model for his
"San Franscico Exhibit" next month.  The description in the e-mail,
suggested he would like his next model to have a physique similar to yours.
That's why Mrs.  Slate thought we would be interested in meeting with you
today.  I was completely dumbfounded by Robert's attempt to explain things
to me, when Elaine jumped in and said, "Jenifer.  Felix Laconia wants to
meet you on 'FaceTime' right now".

   Knowing I had only filled in as a "Life Model', because of my inner
desire to experience of sensation of being the 'Only One Naked!', (O.k. 
O.k.  I admit it!) had me now realizing; "This whole thing was spinning
'Way' out of control!".  I hadn't yet made a peep, and was contemplating my
situation, when I heard, "Yes Mr.  Laconia.  She's right here", Robert
said, into his phone.  "Felix!  Call me Felix!", came the broken English,
of an old Italian man, though the speaker of Robert's cell phone.  "Tell
her to remove her robe so I can see her!", he asserted.  "Well, Felix. 
It's Sunday here in the States, so all laundry from the college has been
sent out for cleaning.  Jenifer isn't wearing a robe".  "Confidence.  I
like that", Felix replied.  "Now show me the girl!", he insisted!

   Elaine took the cell phone from Robert.  She then looked at me, with the
most reassuring expression, and mouthed the words, "It will be fine,
Jenifer".  "Hi Felix.  This is Elaine".  she said, into Robert's phone. 
"I'm going to turn you over to Jenifer now.  She's the model we thought
might be appropriate for your 'San Franscico Exhibit".  Elaine started to
turn the phone towards me.  Before I could complain, a seventy-year-old
Italian man appeared on the screen and was looking at me through 'Face
Time'.  He was bald and had a white beard, about half the length of
Santa's. All I could see was his face.  "Hello Jenifer.  I'm Felix", he
said.  Elaine handed the phone to Robert, then ran right over to me. 
"Jenifer!", she whispered.  "Just smile and let Felix do the talking",
appearing more nervous than the naked girl, standing next to her.

   Robert faced the phone towards Elaine and me.  I thought I would die of
embarrassment, knowing Felix was now able to see my completely naked body.
I did as Elaine had suggested.  I smiled and let him do the talking, still
holding my hands in front of my clean-shaven pussy.  "Put your hands to
your sides and turn around, Jenifer", were his first instructions.  I did
as he said, feeling quite humiliated yet aroused by the experience.  I
could not believe I has standing totally naked, in the hallway of a public
college, as my naked image was being broadcast across the Atlantic, via
cell phone.  Just as I was finally able to mentally and emotionally enjoy
my circumstances, Mrs.  Slate stepping into the hallway, and said, "We're
ready now Jenifer.  Please resume your pose".

   Having no idea of what to do, I heard Felix say to me, "On with you now,
young lady!  Don't leave the class waiting!" I immediately walked straight
into the classroom, placed my feet where they had been earlier.  I leaned
over and placed my hands on Kevin's left knee and his right hand, as I had
before, revealing my ass cheeks and pussy lips to any and all that were in
attendance, weather by satellite or in person.  I had no idea why I was
trembling after meeting the eccentric old artist, except that I thought he
must be someone of importance, based on the way the Sullivan's talked about
him.  Or maybe it was the fact that I was 'BARE ASS NAKED!'

   The look in Kevin's eyes, conveyed a rear concern for my well-being. 
"Jenifer.  Are you O.k.?" I perceived his eyes to ask, without hearing a
sound.  "I didn't know!  I mean I really didn't know!", I thought to
myself. I wasn't even sure if I would pose today, yet I have been totally
naked for almost two hours!  I've had four student artists, Mrs.  Slate,
the Sullivans and of course Felix Laconia, whoever he is, not to mention
Kevin, viewing every square inch of my naked body, for quite some time now.
I was no longer able to deny it.  I was completely turned on by the
experience!  Knowing they all had the opportunity to see me in my most
vulnerable state, was elevating me to the point of becoming soaking wet
between my thighs, at the most inopportune time possible.  I struggled, but
I was able to remain in position, as Kevin and I fell back into character.

   The silence in the room was broken by a 'Brash, Deep Italian Voice',
coming through Robert's cell phone speaker.  My eyes popped wide open, as I
waited to hear what Felix would say next.  "Take me around the room.  And
whatever you do Robert, do not disturb the class!", were the easily heard,
but hard to understand words of the elderly European artist.  No one dared
laugh, but we all saw the irony in it.  Robert slowly walked around the
room, circling the area that surrounded the modeling space and the four
student artists, as he continued to send my image to the eccentric Italian
painter.  I couldn't see from my perspective, but I knew he had stopped
somewhere right behind me.  All I could wonder to myself was, "Is he
zooming in on my bare ass and pussy lips?  Was he giving Felix a closer
look at my most private areas?  Was any of this being recorded?  If so, who
might end up seeing me in such a compromising position?" My questions only
served to heighten my senses of vulnerability, shame and arousal, all at
the same time.

   All of a sudden, I heard Felix's deep Italian voice, say, "She'll be a
nice addition to my exhibit.  See to it she grows some pubic hair and have
her in San Franscico on the 9th of next month.  Chow!" And with that, he
closed down his 'Face-Time' , leaving me staring at Kevin, surprised,
unable to react and wondering what I had gotten myself into.  It seemed
like forever until the posing segment came to an end, but I finally heard
Mrs.  Slate announce, "O.k.  class.  Let's take a short break".  I stood up
and stretched as usual, just to find Elaine and Robert Sullivan were still
standing by the classroom door.  Assuming they were probably waiting to
speak with me again.  I figured I may as well get it over with, so marched
my 'Bare Ass' passed them and out into the hallway, right smack into the
view of two young male cleaning personnel, who were mopping the hallway
floors.  Based on their expressions, they were taking in every last inch of
my naked flesh, as I rolled my eyes, thinking, "This day couldn't possibly
get any more humiliating!"

   Elaine and Robert followed right behind me, closing the classroom door
behind them.  Can you believe it?  The first time all day that door had
been shut, and I was on the outside of it, in full view of the two young
male building maintenance employees.  I felt trapped yet somehow obligated
to hear what the Sullivans had to say.  Elaine must have noticed the
anxiety in my expression, because she said, "This is good experience for a
novice 'Life Model', Jenifer.  The practice will serve you well in the
future".  At this point, I realized there was no use in getting uptight
about the situation.  Everyone around me seemed to think my public nudity
was 'Normal', if not perhaps even 'Customary' in the atmosphere of a 'Life
Model' class.  I figured I may as well attempt to enjoy the experience.

   I put my hands on my hips, keeping myself fully exposed to the
Sullivans, while discretely spreading my feet apart just enough to allow
the two male spectators behind me, a view of the gap between my thighs. 
Everyone expected me to be casual and comfortable in my nakedness, so I
defiantly decided I will do, just that!  Robert was the first to speak when
he said, "I know you are not all that familiar with the 'Art World',
especially when it comes to 'Life Modeling', Jenifer, but believe me, a
chance to pose for Felix Laconia is an honor and a privilege".  "It really
is a big deal, Jenifer", Elaine added.  I took a moment to walk around a
bit, appearing to be contemplating the proposal but in reality, I was
displaying as many angles as possible of my naked form, for the two men who
were mopping the floors.

   I even went as far as to stop and look towards the Sullivans for a
moment, as if I were prepared to give them my answer, then resumed my
little naked walk on the cold tile floors of the hallway, near the closed
classroom door.  In truth, I had no intention of going to San Franscico to
pose naked for the creepy old Italian painter, no matter how famous he was.
But I figured why waste the opportunity to parade around naked like this?
Afterall!  How often was I going to have a chance be 'Naked in public',
with no threat of reprisals.  I was appreciating my naughty little
escapade, while becoming aroused, when Mrs.  Slate opened the classroom
door, and once again interrupted one of the few pleasurable moments, I had
experienced all afternoon.

   "Time to take your pose again, Jenifer", she said.  "Of course, it was",
I thought to myself.  As I walked back to the modeling area and re-took my
pose, the Sullivans followed me back into the classroom, leaving the door
open behind them.  "At least I'll have the opportunity to go back out into
the hallway, after this segment", I thought to myself.  The segment ended,
and I once again found myself start naked in the hallway with the
Sullivans. "Elain said, "Jenifer.  When Mrs.  Slate called me, and
described you as "A little Peter Pan, but with a vagina", I knew right away
that Robert and I had to meet you.  "She called and told you that?", I
asked in a somewhat annoyed tone.

   I knew Mrs.  Slate had called the Sullivans.  She told me that herself.
But to call them and describe me as, "A little Peter Pan, but with a
vagina", was more than a little inappropriate!  I would have been less
insulted if she called them, and said, "I have a first-time model down here
at the college.  She's petite, barely 105 pounds or so, and has tiny size
"A" breasts, but with wonderful nipples.  She has a very suitable derriere
for modeling and legs that fit her physique perfectly.  She has jet-black
hair that's cut very short, in the pixie style.  Oh....And she has a
completely clean-shaven vagina".  Instead....the Sullivans received their
first description of my body, by a seventy-year-old woman who thinks Peter
Pan should have been a girl.

   I was so set back by Elaine's admission about Mrs.  Slate's phone call,
I barely noticed the two maintenance men were now working further down the
hallway.  Oh....But now there were three of them.  Elaine immediately
perceived I was perturbed and came to Mrs.  Slate's defense.  "Jenifer
dear. Those of us in the art world, especially those trying to keep the art
of 'True Life Modeling' alive, are a tight knit group.  We have to be! 
'Life Modeling' often gets confused with or swallowed up by the pornography
industry.  You see, even though we are a global community, our numbers are
small, so we stay closely connected with like-minded artists, around the
world.  Mrs.  Slate's description of your physique was not meant with any
malice whatsoever.  It was just her way of portraying how she viewed your
unique physical characteristics.  Having knowledge of the specifics Felix
had posted, concerning the physical criteria he had for his next model, she
felt you might be a match.  That's all".

   "Why doesn't he just bring someone from Europe with him?  Better yet,
and most likely more efficient, why not paint her in Europe, then transport
the painting over here?  I'm sure there must be others he's bringing with
him, for the exhibit?" Robert replied, "Jenifer.  Felix Laconia will only
paint a woman who is from the country he is painting in.  If he's painting
in Germany, the girl must be German.  If he is in Portugal, she's
Portuguese.  He's going to be in San Francsico soon, so he wants and will
have, an American to pose for the event".  I never heard a sound, outside
of Robert's promotion of 'The Great' Felix Laconia, when the third member
of the cleaning crew had just walked behind me, on his way to the
custodian's closet, which was located just ten feet from the door of
classroom #305.

   The young man opened the closet door, grabbed a spray bottle of cleaner
and a rag, then closed the door and headed back our way.  You didn't need
to be a detective to notice all three men had their own mops and buckets
just down the hallway.  Therefore, this young man's errand to retrieve the
spray bottle and rag, was solely for the purpose of getting a closer look
at my naked body.  I found myself only too happy to oblige, as I indulged
my new-found desire to display my naked physique for complete strangers. 
How I had fallen in my own estimation, as I went from being the modest
woman I was only yesterday, to some kind of 'Nymph', that was harboring an
uncontrollable impulse to be naked in public, today.

   As the young man started to walk around us, while attempting to appear
nonchalant concerning his mission to retrieve the spray bottle and rag, I
stopped him in his tracks.  "Excuse me", I said, watching him trying to
process what was going on.  "Is there a water fountain on this floor?  As
you can see, I am modeling for the art class, but due to a small mix up, I
have no robe.  I saw a fountain on the first floor, when we entered to
school earlier, but I can hardly walk down there like this", allowing him a
full-frontal view of my rock-hard nipples and clean-shaven pussy.  He just
looked down at the floor, replied, "I'm not sure", then hurried back down
the hallway to the safety of his mop and bucket.  I was loving it!

   Elaine immediately picked up on what I was doing, and said, "You know
Jenifer.  There's another reason Felix Laconia doesn't paint his 'Life
Models' prior to his exhibitions.  Heaven knows, he already has more
completed works than he could ever display in one location.  He paints his
models during the exhibition itself".  "While the exhibit is open to the
public?", I asked, in a bewildered tone.  "Yes dear", was her reply.  "You
see Jenifer", she continued, "There's little or no socializing between
Felix and the audience.  He's a very private person, and those attending
the exhibits are there to not only view his incredible paintings and
sculptures, but also to witness 'The Master Himself', at work.  I squeaked
out my reply, now being quite curious, "I suppose he finds a small corner
in which to paint his subjects".

   "No Dear", she responded.  "The paintings and sculptures are displayed
on or near the outer interior walls of the venue, which is usually a large
'Event Room' in some prominent hotel, located in the city that's holding
the exhibition.  Felix paints his subject in the middle of the large
spaces, allowing the spectators to study his completed works, while having
the rare opportunity of actually watching him execute his incredible
skills. The exhibits have top notch security, considering the monetary
value of his works, and are usually limited to about 100 to 150 guests at a
time".  "150 guests?  I could be posing in a room with 150 fully clothed
spectators, not to mention the security detail, while completely naked?", I
thought to myself.  Elaine had stepped up her game, and I was getting wet
just thinking about it.

   As usual, Mrs.  Slate called me in to continue posing, just at the time
I was feeling sexually excited.  I took my position in the second to last
segment, unable to control my thoughts.  I knew I was now seriously
thinking about posing for Felix, but what would Paul say?  How much of
today's experience do I reveal to my husband?  Would I be able to bring him
to the exhibition?  Could we get the time off from our jobs?  I had dozens
of questions but no real answers.  I now found myself embarking on a quest
to find the answers that may lead up to me posing nude, in front of dozens
and dozens of fully dressed people.  I could barely control my emotions as
the modeling segment came to an end.