Getting Her Back

Mr. Prince laughs. “I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” He then points to a little room off to the side. “You can remove your clothes and leave them in there. And when you come back, I’ll set you up with a pose for the artists. Posing is difficult at the best of times, so we’ll want to give you a pose that you’ll be able to easily hold for the duration of the class.”

Christian chuckles. “I appreciate that.”

He goes off into little dressing room, and I take my seat, readying my station. All of us have already moved our finished still-lifes to hang on the wall around the studio, so I’m faced with the fresh, blank, piece of paper.

Mr. Prince approaches me. “I think he’ll do quite well,” he says. “He seems to have the physique that we usually like to have in a model.”

“Oh, he definitely does,” I say, instantly blushing when I realize what I’ve just admitted to.

Mr. Prince laughs. “Good for you.”

I flush an even brighter red with embarrassment, and duck my head, which just makes him chuckle more.

A few minutes later, Christian comes out to the room, and as promised, he’s completely naked. Knowing somebody’s going to be completely naked and seeing them naked in a strange setting are two very different things. He seems taller, more wild, and somehow, more defined. I glance at Mr. Prince, who I can see does a quick assessment of Christian, even though he’s pretty good at hiding it.

“Where do you want me?”

“On the platform, if you please,” Mr. Prince says. “Now, this class is three hours long. And you’re going to have to do this three times this week. Do you think you can hold a standing position for that amount of time? Or would you prefer to be reclining. Unfortunately, once you choose, you can’t change your mind.”

“I can stand,” Christian says. “I used to work construction and stood for hours. I’m sure I can do it for three.”

“Excellent,” Mr. Prince says. “In that case, step on up.”

Christian gracefully steps up onto the platform. He turns toward me and says, “As long as I face this way, you can pose me however you like.”

Mr. Prince glances my way, smiling knowingly. He gives me a wink, which only makes me blush more, but I know he means it as a lighthearted joke.

I watch as Mr. Prince carefully arranges Christian’s body. Legs slightly apart, one arm folded up and back behind his head, the other hanging by his side. Luckily, Christian’s fear of getting hard hasn’t happened yet. I don’t know how hard he’s working to keep that from happening, or even if he’s been tempted, but I’m relieved for him.

Even though I told him this was revenge for him bailing on me, I really don’t want to humiliate him in front of a group of people. As a final touch, Mr. Prince tilts Christian’s head down a little bit at an angle. That angle is looking straight at me. I know it’s no accident, but I also can’t say that I don’t like it. I meet Christian’s eyes, and they are filled with heat. Frankly, I really do think that I’m going to be more aroused then him.

Regardless, I have a perfect view of him and his cock, and I’m going to for the entire class. Although he’s not hard, he’s still impressive, no matter what he thinks. This is only confirmed by the gasps and stares of the women in the class as they come in, and the sullen grumbles of the men. I’m glad I have a standing arrangement with Christian, otherwise I might not be the one going home with him. There are plenty of beautiful women in this room, and they’d all be lucky to have him. Too bad for them he’s already agreed to our deal.

Once everyone is seated, Mr. Prince clears his throat. “Welcome to life drawing week. This is Mr. Rollins, who graciously agreed to step in to be our model, and what a model he is.” He winks at me again. “Again, feel free to use whatever medium you wish. Today, please at least get a basic outline drawn so I can consult with you on accuracy and style. You can begin.”

Glancing around the room, I can see that several of the women eagerly leap for their supplies. They’re practically salivating, and I don’t blame them. I wonder what it would be like to see him through their eyes, like a stranger. I decide to try it.

I imagine walking into this room and seeing him standing there, utterly naked and waiting to be drawn. I can’t imagine that I wouldn’t be turned on. Hell, I’d think that it was my lucky fucking night. And I don’t think I’d care which angle I got to see of him because Christian is hot from every angle.