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

   ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought.  Part 13

   I leaned over so I could discretely speak with Lizzy, without disrupting
the class.  I looked at her, and asked, "What can I do for you, Lizzy?"
"Have you given my any thought to my offer?", she asked.  "Seeing you as
you are right now, Jenifer, I'm positive you are the 'Life Model' I've been
hoping for", she continued.  I attempted to deflect her question, by
saying, "I'll need to check with my husband, Lizzy".  "Bring him along with
you", was her instant reply.  "The more the merrier!", she said.  I knew
Paul would be totally up for it, but I held back from giving her my answer.
I stood up and wandered around the room, trying not to be a distraction,
yet completely aroused from my exposure.  Unlike a 'Life Model' session
where the subject needs to take a break, when painting inanimate objects,
the artists took random breaks as they needed them.  Most never took any
breaks at all.

   I was starting to crave the one-on-one attention I had experienced
during my introductions to the students, but this time my naked flesh would
not be shielded by that robe.  Mrs.  Slate joined me in the back of the
class, and said, "Jenifer.  Can I speak to you privately in the hallway?"
Afraid I may have broken some life model protocol; I became anxious as I
followed her into the hallway and watched as she pulled to door closed
behind her.  It was a Deja' vu moment!  Once again, I found myself totally
naked in the community college hallway.  "I see you've met Lizzy', Mrs. 
Slate said to me.  I must have appeared concerned, because she then said,
"Don't be alarmed Jenifer.  I've known Lizzy for decades.  She's a bit
eccentric, but she's harmless.  Did she ask you to pose for a painting in
her home?", she asked.  I just nodded, "Yes".  "Then this is what you will
need to know", she asserted.

   "Lizzy is very wealthy for starters, but also very down to earth.  She
lives in a large estate behind the police department downtown.  Since her
husband passed a few years back, she lives alone with the exception of her
domestic help, which consists of her maid, cook, driver and of course her
butler, Charles, who manages the household affairs for her.  Now.  About
her past.  When Lizzy was in her thirties, she would commission 'Life
Model' paintings of herself".  "Lizzy was a 'Life Model'?", I blurted out.
"Not only a life model, Jenifer, but quite an accomplished painter in her
own right.  Still is, as a matter of fact".  She then snickered a bit, as
she said, "We could barely keep clothes on that girl back in those days",
obviously remembering the nostalgic time, with great fondness.

   "Lizzy would pay the artists in cash, thus, owning the works outright,
once they were completed", Mrs.  Slate, went on to say.  "Many of those
painting have been sold for quite a bit of money over the years, and many
an artist got their professional start, painting Lizzy's nude form, back in
the day.  I have personally witness some of those sessions and believe me,
she's of the same mindset as Felix Laconia, when it comes to the subject of
robes.  She never wore one, no matter how many people were in attendance.
Some thought it inappropriate for the times, but Lizzy didn't care.  If you
decide to pose for her, you can expect that same type of atmosphere.

   Wine and cheese will be served to about a dozen of her contemporaries,
as she paints your nude physique, whether in the main hall of her home, or
out in her gardens.  The breaks can last up to an hour, so you should be
prepared to be left fully nude, while mingling among the guests.  I think
she is hoping to relive her past, vicariously through the right model", she
said, as she winked at me.  "She hasn't had that model whose physical
attributes, along with her same carefree attitude, bring out the best in
her paintings, for quite some time now.  Come to think of it, I don't know
if she ever has.  The experience however, I feel may benefit you greatly",
she said.  This was the second time Mrs.  Slate told me I would benefit by
being among fully clothed people, while completely naked.  I was really
starting to like her.

   I hadn't realized we had walked about 50 or 60 feet down the hallway, as
Mrs.  Slate told me about Lizzy, and what to expect if I decided to pose
for her.  I felt self-conscious and utterly exposed, as we made our way
back towards her classroom.  But somehow, I felt completely safe in her
company.  I started remembering how Lizzy had told me to bring my husband
along, I felt it would be a win-win scenario for both Paul and me!  I would
get to enjoy my newfound hobby, while Paul could visually satisfy his
private fantasies, about his wife being naked in public.  Although I didn't
say anything to Mrs.  Slate at that moment, I had decided to pose for Lizzy
at her home, knowing Paul would have no objection whatsoever.

   I was imagining myself standing next to Paul, who is dressed in his best
golf shirt and pants.  We are standing in the center of Lizzy's 'Main
Hall', surrounded by all of the fully clothed guests, along with the staff
members.  I...  'Of Course,'....  am completely naked.  I can almost
visualize my husband and I moving among the many clothed people.  Suddenly,
I was snapped out of my little daydream, by the unmistakable sound and
vibrations of someone running up the 'Art Wing' stairs.  I instinctively
grabbed hold of Mrs.  Slate's hand.  Her next sentence would stick with me
for years to come.  "Jenifer!  I won't be there to hold your hand in San
Fransisco!  Now stiffen your nerve and be the 'Life Model' we all know you
can be!", in a low but stern tone.

   I took a deep breath and held my shoulders back, as if that would do
anything to enhance the view of my tiny little breasts, to whoever might be
running up those stairs.  I heard the footsteps passing the second-floor
landing and heading right up towards us.  I held my position fast and
resolute, even though I was petrified!  A geeky looking man in his early to
mid-thirties appeared from the third-floor stairway landing, into the
hallway in front of us.  Just when I thought I would die of embarrassment,
he barely gave me a thought, and walked right up to Mrs.  Slate, and said,
"Is this the girl who's posing for Felix next month?", in the tone of a man
twice his age.  She simply replied, "Yes Mr.  Franks.  This is Jenifer". 
He barely looked at me, then turned back to Mrs.  Slate, and said, "You've
filled her in on the 'pubic hair' requirements, I trust?" "Of course, Mr.
Franks", she replied.  With that, he just walked off mumbling, "Good luck
to you, young lady".  I heard every one of his footsteps echoing throughout
the college's art wing, as he briskly walked down the hallway.

   I had barely come to terms with what had just happened, when Francesca
stepped out into the hallway.  Mrs.  Slate immediately took the initiative,
and said, "Now Francesca!  No cameras today!  You know better than that."
Francesca replied, "Oh, come on now Mrs.  Slate.  That was just a harmless
prank between two old high school buddies.  It's not like would post
Jenifer's naked pictures on the internet for everyone to see, or anything",
as she gave me a sinister grin.  I cringed, as I thought about what had
just occurred.  Some guy named Mr.  Franks, just had a brief conversation
with Mrs.  Slate, concerning 'MY' pubic hair, as I stood naked before them
both.  Yet!  I was completely ignored.  Francesca was now subtlety
reminding me that I was the one who posted my own naked photos on the
internet.  I have never felt more physically, emotionally or
psychologically 'EXPOSED and HUMILIATED' in my entire life!

   Mrs.  Slate continued to her classroom, and I followed as closely as
possible without it being weird.  I didn't want to be left alone in the
hallway with Francesca.  Just as were about to enter the classroom,
Francesca said, "Hey Jen", like we were the best of friends.  "You need to
see this", as she held up her phone.  Mrs.  Slate said, Francesca, why
don't you joint us?" "I've got to go to the main office, Mrs.  Slate, to
check on a supply order I place for next semester, but I'll be back in a
few minutes", as she grabbed my hand.  I helplessly watched as Mrs.  Slate
walked into the classroom, leaving me totally naked with Francesca, who
already had her phone out.  She looked at me, and said, "You have more
comments on your post Jen, but this one is hilarious.  You really need to
read it".  I look at her phone, and read,

   .....  "Damn!  Check out those 'NIPPLES!  You could lay this girl down,
facing up in the back yard and use them to play a ring toss game!  Has
anyone ever seen nipples that stick out so far?  They're Awesome!!!! .....

   My mouth fell open as I read the comment, while Francesca started
laughing, as she said, "A Ring Toss Game", mimicking a person tossing an
outdoor game ring, hoping it would land around my now erect and sore
nipples.  She leaned in, looked me right in the eyes, and said, "They are
awesome Jenifer", as she walked to the stairway, saying, "See you in a
bit". I slowly walked into the classroom, well aware that some of the
eighteen student artists had not seen me naked yet.  This was because I was
towards the back of the room when I removed my robe, and Lizzy was sitting
a few rows back from the subject of the class, the table holding the fruit
bowl.  Now I had my rock-hard nipples to worry about, while steadying my
nerves, so I didn't cover my tits or pussy, even subconsciously.

   I knew now that it was a short trip from "Total Arousal' to 'Utter
Humiliation' and I was a searching for a mental, 'Happy Medium'.  I looked
at the clock in the classroom to see the class had 45 minutes left.  I
decided to make the most of my permitted nudity, in the time that was
remaining.  I actually held my hands together behind my back and strolled
around the back half of the classroom, looking at the student's paintings,
hopeful that some who had not seen me naked, might take notice.  A second
later, one of the senior male artists stood up to stretch and noticed me.
He smiled and waved, as he made his way over to me.  I had already met him,
but now I didn't have the protection of my robe.  I glanced around the room
for a second as he walked up to me.  My quick glance gave me a sense of
safety and security, so I was all too happy to speak with him in my naked
state.  This was the fun part for me.

   I found out his name was Harold, and we quietly talked for almost five
minutes, in the back of the room.  These moments were scarce, so I enjoyed
every minute of our conversation.  We were soon joined by what I would
later find out was a husband and his wife, both in their mid to late
forties.  We re-introduced ourselves, and I found myself feeling somewhat
relaxed, even comfortable, yet somehow sexually stimulated.  I was naked!
But most importantly, they knew why I was naked, which eliminated so many
awkward questions.  Mrs.  Slate surely must have noticed the four of us
gathering in the rear of her class but said nothing.  I think she felt any
experience I might gain was worth a few poorly painted fruit bowls, and let
it continue.

   The remainder of the class went as good as I could have possibly hoped
for.  I was interacting with strangers, completely naked, yet everyone was
fine with it.  The student artist expected me to be nude, so therefore,
made no mention of the fact, that I actually was!  The sensation was
rapidly becoming addicting!  I must admit that very little 'Real Artwork'
came out of that mid-summer session.  However, thanks to the graciousness
of everyone in the room, I was completely relaxed in my nudity, and having
the time of my life.  That's when that 'Short Trip' I mentioned earlier,
would rear its ugly head, in the person of Francesca, who just walked into
the classroom.

   I could tell she was up to something but had no idea what it was.  I
gave her a friendly glance, then returned to the conversation I was having
with two nineteen-year-old girls from the college.  As much as I tried to
take no notice of Francesca, an ominous feeling came over me.  The pleasure
my public nudity was providing me, was now turning to the dread I had hoped
never to have experienced.  "I was naked!  Why was I naked?  Why didn't
anyone care that I was naked!", I asked myself, still struggling to carry
on a conversation with the two young girls.  I started to relax again when
I saw Mrs.  Slate walk over and stand next to Francesca.  They even started
having a little chat, which I felt was promising for me, in my present
situation.

   While the two of them were chatting, I made my way around the room.  I
had short, one-on-one conversations with men and women of all ages, along
with a group chat, where I was among eight clothed people that were
thoroughly involved in a group dialogue, concerning Felix Laconia!  I was
totally at peace with my nudity.  It was invigorating!  I then noticed the
clock on the wall was at 2:00, and I was afraid my naked escapade was soon
coming to an end.  Just then, Robert and Elaine Sullivan walked into the
classroom.  They caught one glimpse of me, then started waving as their
smiles seem to light up the room, at least for me.  I knew immediately that
Mrs.  Slate informed them I had decided to pose for Felix.  I waved back,
then nonchalantly returned to our group's discussion, feeling I had shown I
was up for the job.

   The Sullivan's were with Mrs.  Slate and Francesca, near the classroom
door, having a discussion of their own.  That's when it occurred to me,
that no one seemed to be concerned about the time, which was fine by me. 
"I was having a blast!" All that would change at 2:12 p.m.  that afternoon.
Mrs.  Slate asked everyone to join her for an announcement.  I felt
confident, as we gathered around her, that I had displayed a carefree
attitude, while getting some of that 'Much Needed Experience', I had been
hearing so much about.  My casual naked endeavors were about to become some
serious 'Life Model' training, unbeknownst to me.  The cold tile floor
beneath my bare feet, stirred up feelings of vulnerability, but also
confidence in my nakedness, as I waited for Mrs.  Slate to speak.

   "We have great news everyone!", she said.  "Francesca was returning from
the main office when she heard a ruckus in the gymnasium.  Lucky for us she
decided to investigate.  She found the volleyball team was preparing to
practice, so she approached the team's coach.  As it turns out the team
will be practicing on one half of the court, and the coach has agreed to
allow us to use the other side, for the purpose of having a 'Life Model'
session!  Isn't that great?", she asked, with such exuberance.  Everyone,
including the Sullivan's started to applaud, while I was far less
enthusiastic.  I knew Francesca was using her alliance with Mrs.  Slate and
the Sullivans for the sole purpose of humiliating me.  "What I propose",
Mrs.  Slate continued, "Is that we all take our sketch pads and charcoal
pencils down to the gymnasium and have an impromptu "life Modeling' class,
so Jenifer can gain every advantage she may need, while posing for Felix
Laconia".

   What happened next would be just what you might have expected would
happen in a situation like this.  Four professional art instructors, along
with eighteen novice art students of all ages, spoke among themselves in
small groups, about the fate of the tiny little naked girl standing in
their midst.  I felt unintentionally disregarded, but that didn't diminish
either the anxiety or the exhilaration, of the moment.  Suddenly all eyes
were on me.  The twenty-two people in the room, all seem to come to the
same realization, that I had to agree to pose, before there could be any
'Impromptu Life Mode Class'!  I confidently put my hands on my hips, and
said, "I would like to talk to my husband first, if that's alright with
everyone?", as I scanned the room full of people, looking for the robe I
had removed over an hour ago.

   The room fell eerily silent, when I noticed there were at least seven
people, casually assembled between me and my robe.  I let everyone know my
phone was in Francesca's classroom, with my clothing.  They cleared the way
to Mrs.  Slate's classroom door, as they nodded in approval, concerning my
question about talking to Paul, first.  With my robe out of reach, I
thought to myself, "Screw it!  Everyone has already seen me naked!  So, who
cares?" I marched out of the classroom, took a sharp left, and walked
straight into a giant.  At least that's how it felt to me.  I looked up to
see a 6' 2", woman of color, well-toned and muscular, looking down at me.
She was wearing a tight green tank top, white bikini style gym shorts, like
the women beach volleyball players wear, along with green knee-high socks
and white sneakers.  Her physique was impeccable, and her hair was done up
in beads.

   "You must be de 'Naked Art Girl' Francesca talked about", she said, in a
heavy Jamaican accent.  I felt so puny in the shadow of this colossal
woman, but managed to sarcastically reply, "Yup.  'The Naked Art Girl'. 
That's me!", in a patronizing tone.  "Now if you'll excuse me", I said,
hoping to pass by her, so I could call Paul.  I froze as she blocked the
way to the classroom door, and looked over every inch of my naked body, and
asked, "All American girls shave their vaginas, yes?", with an expression
of real curiosity on her face.  "No!...  not...all", I replied, in a somber
yet somewhat emphatic tone, hoping to let her know I was offended by her
question.  While I was still attempting to reach Francesca's classroom, the
incredibly fit, yet scantly clothed, towering Jamaican woman held out her
hand, and said, "I am Amicia.  What's your name?", with the most honest and
sincere smile.  My defenses melted away, as I shook her hand, and replied,
"My name is Jenifer.  Nice to meet you, Amicia".

   Amicia casually looked over my naked body for the second time, and said,
"I must tell you, Jenifer, 'the naked art girl', you have wonderfully large
and erect nipples, for one so small".  I was stunned, as her words seemed
to echo throughout the third floor 'Art Wing' of the college.  I grabbed
her hand and dragged her into Francesca's classroom, then closed the door
behind us.  We looked at each other and started laughing like two
schoolgirls.  While we were still laughing, Amicia pointed to my bald
pussy, and said, "You look like ten-year-old girl, Jenifer!", laughing even
louder.  I responded to her observation by playfully replying, "Well look
at you, Amicia!  Your bikini is at least a size too small, and your 'Camel
Toe' leaves nothing to the imagination!", as we continued to laugh.

   As our laughter quieted down a bit, I looked at her, and said, "Amicia.
I have to call my husband".  She put her index finger against her lips,
indicating she understood.  I usually text Paul, so I knew if I called him,
he would pick up his phone immediately.  Barely two rings later, I heard,
"Hey Jen.  Everything alright?", he inquired.  "Yes, Paul everything is
fine.  Are you in the office today?", I asked.  "Yeah.  Why?", he replied.
"Paul.  I need you to listen to me without interrupting, until I am
finished", I said.  I went on tell him I had agreed to pose for Felix and
filled him in on some of the events of that afternoon, without letting on
that I was already naked, and have been for over an hour.  I had Paul's
full attention, when I told him how I had an opportunity to 'Life Model' in
the college gymnasium shortly.

   I explained to Paul how I would be posing for the student artists, while
under the supervision of Mrs.  Slate and the Sullivans, yet in full view of
an entire volleyball team, who would be practicing at the other end of the
gym.  I asked him to meet us, if he was able to leave work.  "I'll be right
there!", he enthusiastically replied.  Paul worked about two miles from the
college, so I knew he would arrive in minutes.  I turned towards Amicia,
and said, "He's on his way", as I hung up my phone.  She looked at me, and
asked, "Jenifer.  What is 'Camel Toe'?" I felt so puny and vulnerable
standing there, naked in front of the 6' 2", well-toned Jamaican woman. 
Still, I blurted out, "Amicia!  Camel toe is when the outline of your pussy
is easily visible through whatever you're wearing.  For instance, I can
make out your pussy lips right through your ultra-tight sport bikini, right
now!"

   She looked down at her crotch, then turned her focus back to my
clean-shaven pussy, and replied, "Jenifer.  You may see the outline of my
pussy as you say, but your vagina is not covered by anything.  Not even
pubic hair.  It's out there for all to see!  Just like your tiny breasts,
large nipples and perfectly round buttocks!", teasing me as she pointed to
my crotch and started laughing again.  She then added, "I could hang my
beads on your nipples while I wash my hair", laughing even louder.  I was
appalled, but for some reason felt completely at ease in Amicia's company
and knew her teasing was all in good fun.  I changed the subject and asked
her a question that was on my mind since Mrs.  Slate announced I had
another 'Life Modeling' opportunity.

   "Amicia.  Did Francesca mention that taking photos of a nude life model,
is inappropriate?" She replied, "Oh yes.  She spoke to all the players as
well".  I started feeling satisfied that Francesca was not setting me up
for the ultimate in public humiliation, when Amicia continued.  "Don't get
caught!", she said.  "What?", I asked.  She went on to say, "Francesca told
us not to get caught taking pictures of you, but if we were able to get
some, we should send them to her cell phone".  "She, told you and all the
volleyball players that?" She shook her head up and down, indicating her
answer was, "Yes".  I was becoming angry, when Amicia went on to tell me
that Francesca said she was collecting nude photos of me in a public
setting, so she could forward them to me.  Amicia finished by saying, "She
told us you like to post naked pictures of yourself on the internet, and
that you would be pleased".