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Julie Thomas was a typical twenty-year-old girl, living in the north-west United States. She had graduated from high school almost two years ago and was now living on her own. She loved her family but needed some space. That space, she would soon realize, would be a blessing and a curse. She delighted in her freedom but struggled financially to survive. She waited tables at a local cafe until 11:00 a.m. Afterwards, she drove for Uber, Lyft and Door Dash, for all hours of the day and night. Her time always seemed to be committed, but she loved the occasions when she had the opportunity to just spend time relaxing in her small studio apartment.

It was a Saturday morning. Julie had just finished her shift at the cafe and was all too happy to flop down in her favorite chair and watch a movie, when she received a 'Bing' notice on her cell phone. She tried to ignore it, but the ever-present need to pay her bills was foremost in her thinking. She picked up her cell phone and read the description of the errand. It read, "4 lbs." package to be picked up at depot then taken to reception desk at Northwest College. Needs to be delivered by 1:00 pm." Knowing she could make the delivery on time, and be home by 1:30, she rolled her eyes, accepted the job, picked up her purse and walked out of her beloved sanctuary.

Julie arrived at the depot, punched in the numbers of the combination to open locker # 212, and retrieved the 4 lbs. brown box, addressed only to "Mary. Northwest College". She then drove to the liberal arts college in the next town. She arrived at the college at 12:47 pm. "Just in time!", she thought to herself. Julie then walked in the front doors. and was met by an attractive woman in her early forties, who was sitting behind the reception desk. She walked up to the desk, as the woman stood up and said, with a smile, "Hello". Julie handed the woman the package, while responding, "Good morning. This is supposed to be delivered to Mary". "I'm Mary", the woman replied, as she cut the shipping tape with a letter opener and pulled out the contents of the 4lbs. box.

Mary pulled out a 4lbs. Hershey Kiss! It was on a black plastic plate, covered by a clear plastic dome. The words, "Northwest College". "Spring Exhibition". "2023", were etched into the chocolate with blue and gold icing and sprinkles. She smiled at Julie, as she placed the huge "Hershey Kiss", on the counter before her. Julie smiled in return, as she took her 'Proof of Delivery' photo. Mary noticed that Julia's demeanor appeared on edge and a bit agitated. She asked her, in a motherly tone, "Are you alright? You seem so stressed". Julie, for some unknown reason, decided to confide in her. "Just like everyone else, I'm living day to day", she blurted out in frustration. "I would just like 'One Week' where I don't have to worry about money", she divulged to a complete stranger.

Just then, the phone rang. Mary gave Julie the index finger gesture, and said, "Wait just a minute, while I get this". She answered the phone and immediately seemed agitated in her own rite. "O.K. Julie. I'll tell the professor", she said to whomever was on the other end of the line, as she hung up the phone. The present Julie, asked, "Is everything o.k. with you?" Mary replied, "Yeah. That was Julie Thompson, this afternoon's life model. She just cancelled last minute. No big deal", she said. The Julie in attendance noticed, that it was a big deal, and said, "I didn't mean to pry, but my name happens to be Julie too". "Julie...What?", Mary inquired. "Julie Thomas", she replied.

Just then, a short man in his mid-sixties walked up to the reception counter. He looked at Julie Thomas, and asked her, "Are you Julie the life model?" Julie, completely surprised and stunned, replied in a shaky, almost incoherent voice, "My name is Julie". "Of course it is", said the gruff older man. "Come with me", he insisted, as he started walking down the hallway towards the college gymnasium. Mary called out, "Professor Kline! We're just reaffirming the model's role for this afternoon. We'll be along in a minute". Julie was completely lost and looked to Mary for some kind of explanation. Mary leaned in and quietly said, "Julie Thomas. If you are interested, you can be 'Life Model' Julie Thompson for a few hours and make $500.00 cash?"

Feeling a bit leery, Julie asked, as her eyes widened, "What do I have to do?" Mary simply replied, "You will be life modeling on the podium, in the center of the gymnasium, for the 2023 Northwest College exhibition. It runs from 3:00 until 6:00". It all seemed harmless enough to Julie, so she agreed. Mary led Julie out to the gymnasium to re-introduced her to Professor Kline. Julie noticed the gym was abuzz with students, teachers and volunteers, all putting the final touches on their individual booths, intended to recruit next semesters liberal arts students.

They walked up to the 10'x10' platform, in the center of the gymnasium, that stood 5 ft. in height. It was covered in green astroturf, representing grass. Professor Kline looked at Julie, and said, "Follow me please". He ascended the stairs the five feet to the top of the 1/2 cube stage and waited impatiently for Julie to join him. When she did, he walked to the center of the platform, picked up an eight-foot plastic spear, that was placed there, and took the pose he wanted Julie to take, while on exhibition. He placed his left foot on an already marked spot, placed his right foot on an artificial grey rock that was there, held the spear in front of him, but to his right using his right hand, and placed his left hand on his left hip.

He then turned to Julie, and said, "Let me see you do it". Julie took the position Professor Kline had demonstrated. In seconds, she heard him bark out, "Shoulders back! Chest out! Spear placed to intimidate to your enemies! You are the "Woman Conquer!" Before she knew what was happening, Julie found herself imagining that she was a present day "Joan of Arc", looking over a conquered battlefield. She felt so empowered! Professor Kline walked around her, and said, "She'll do." He then looked to Mary, and said, "Take her to get ready". Julie, still running on her emotional high, placed the spear on the green carpet and made her way down to the gym floor.

Mary took her hand, and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Julie excitedly replied, "Positive!" Mary then led Julie to a second-floor art classroom, as the mother and daughter aged pair, got to know each other a little bit better. As the two women entered the classroom, Mary handed Julie an envelope with five $100.00 bills in it. Julie looked at the envelope as if it were an answer to a prayer. Mary then pointed to a dressing room with a curtain, and said, "You can get undressed in there". Julie entered the small space and removed everything down to her bra and panties. Only a white terrycloth robe was hanging in the dressing room, so she peeked her head out from behind the curtain, and said, "Mary. There's no costume in here". Mary seemed befuddled, and replied, "What? What costume?" Julie replied, "You know. The "Woman Conquer" costume".

Mary was completely taken back by the sudden turn of events and walked up to Julie, still with just her adorable little face peeking through the changing room curtain. "Julie! We've been talking about 'Life Modeling' for almost an hour now". Julie looked somewhat perplexed, and replied, "'Mary, I know I've heard you say it a few times, but what is 'Life Modeling' anyway?" Twenty years of dealing with young college students gave Mary just the expertise she was about to need. Fortunately, no one else was on the second floor of the college at that time. She took a slight breath and nonchalantly said, "Julie. Just finish undressing and put on that robe for now". Julie naively complied and exited the changing room wearing nothing but the white terrycloth robe, still gripping the envelope full of money in her hand.

Mary was walking around the classroom and invited Julie to join her. She was admiring the nude paintings and drawings, mostly of women, that were on display on the walls of that fifty-year-old classroom. "Julie. These are some of the 'Life Models' that have posed here at the college", she said, leading her around the room. As they slowly walked by, she pointed to an oil-based, full-frontal painting, and said, "That's me. Well... back in the day", hoping Julie would realize what she had signed up for. When it finally sunk in, Julie stopped in her tracks. She started gasping for breath, while rapidly pacing around the room, and shouted, "I HAVE TO BE NAKED?"

Mary, trying to get Julie to calm down, said in a relaxed tone, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Julie! No. No. You don't have to do anything you don't want to honey!" Both women spent a moment catching their breathes. After they were both composed, Mary said, "I'll just tell Professor Kline that there was a misunderstanding, and it didn't work out. I'll see if I can get one of our senior art students to fill in. Hey, for $500.00 bucks, I just might pose again myself". She slowly reached for the envelope, which was still in Julie's iron grip. Gently... Mary took a corner of the envelope between her thumb and index finger and compassionately looked at Julie, hoping to silently persuade her to release it.

Julie, consumed by her need to pay her bills and knowing what $500.00 would mean, announced, "O.K.! I'll do it!"

Mary, understandably concerned in light of Julie's mini meltdown, said, "I don't think you're ready for this Julie. Why don't you familiarize yourself with 'Life Modeling' by posing for one of our evening classes first?' "I know I can do this!", was Julie's stubborn reply. Ever the college advisor and student counselor, Mary felt she could mentor her new young protégé through the process, and said, "Julie. First you will need to understand that this is a very progressive liberal arts college. Students' sunbath in the nude during their breaks on the campus lawn out back. There are life modeling classes for students throughout the week, and evening classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays for our local budding artists. Many of our theatrical programs also include full nudity scenes and we have a 'Student's Naked Run', through the college, every New Year's Eve. Nudity is no big deal here! So, you can relax."

Mary then revealed, "My guess Julie, is when faced with an interaction with a clothed person or persons, while in the nude, you will be feeling awkward, if not embarrassed and most likely will not be able to continue. But to those you may encounter here, public nudity is just a natural part of our educational experience. Training ourselves to be confident in our nudity, and comfortable in our own skin, is a hurdle we all must get over! If you are serious about posing in the nude, you will have to learn this for yourself ". Julie quietly, yet sternly replied, "I know I can do this, Mary! Please give me a chance", still gripping the now sweaty envelope.

Mary went right to work on her new pupil, and replied, "I'll tell you what Julie. Let's regroup. You put your clothes and the money in one of these lockers, as she walked over to four airport style lockers, that were mounted on the wall of the art classroom. She turned the key, which was already in the lock, and opened the small door. She instructed Julie to put her clothes, cell phone and the sweaty envelope holding the $500.00 into the small space, which she did. Mary closed the door, locked it, then placed the key, attached to a dainty yet sturdy neckless, around Julie's neck, and said, "There. Now only you have the key to your personal belongings.

Mary continued, "Julie. Experiencing the somewhat awkward moments of public exposure, along with the very real, yet normal emotions of shame and vulnerability, are the very first obstacles you must overcome in order to be a life model", as she was now face to face with her young protégé. "We have just over an hour to prepare you. I'm going to have you pose in here for that time. You pose for 20 minutes, followed by a 10-minute break. She held out her hand, indicating it was time for Julie to remove the white robe, as she sternly continued, "First and foremost! Never, ever cover your breasts or vagina with your hands. That is a Big, Big No-No! It's practically 'Taboo' in life modeling circles".

Mary then pulled out a push broom from the classroom closet, and picked up a footstool located by the blackboard, and said, "Use this broom as the spear and this footstool as the rock, and take the pose demonstrated by Professor Kline". Julie slowly removed the last vestige of her modesty, revealing her gymnast like figure to Mary. Having her first look at the nude body of this unwitting twenty-year-old delivery driver, Mary was delighted as she studied Julie's naked physique. She did, however, take notice of Julie's clean-shaven pussy. There would be no reason for Juile to know this, but an experienced life model would understand that a clean-shaven vagina was considered somewhat undesirable, if not outright inappropriate to some life model artists. Mary never mentioned a word concerning her new young friend's bald pussy.

Mary strategically positioned Julie in the middle of the classroom, so she would be the first observation of any eye walking by or coming into the classroom from either of the two doors that led to the hallway. She stayed close and coached her, as Julie prepared to take her very first nude pose. Julie was obviously intimidated, as she looked out the open classroom door, knowing that anyone around could see her totally naked. She stood there fidgeting, holding the broom handle, apparently under great duress, when Mary looked her in the eye and asked, "How did you feel when you were standing on the podium earlier?" "Kind of like Joan of Arc", Julie meekly whispered. "Well Joan!", Mary said, "It's time to take your position for battle!"

Mary took a slightly rejuvenated Julie and using her experience in dealing with college aged kids, along with her personal knowledge of life modeling, tutored the now naked twenty-year-old girl. "Shoulders back! Chest out! Spear placed to intimidated to your enemies! You are the "Woman Conquer!", she barked, just as Professor Kline had done earlier. Julie stiffened her spine and took her position with increased zeal. Mary now instructed her to focus on the clock on the classroom wall. "It is 1:50 Julie", she said. "Other than to breath, I want you to remain in that position until 2:10. No matter what distractions may arise, you stay firm and focused on that clock. Understand?" Julie nodded in agreement, determined to maintain her pose no matter what.

Barely two hours had passed since the delivery notice 'Bing' came across Julie's phone, yet in that short period of time, she now found herself posing, completely naked, in a strange college art classroom, as her knew friend and mentor looked on. People are on their cell phones so often, that Julie would never have notice that Mary was sending out text messages to some students and faculty members, asking them to casually stop by the second-floor art classroom. With just an hour until the exhibition opened to the public, Mary knew how imperative it was to get Julie as much exposure as possible, in the short time remaining.

Only three minutes into her first pose, Julie heard several voices coming down the hallway. She knew this was make or break time, so she held steadfast in her position, as her heart started beating twice it's normal rate. The voices of a male and two female students came in through the far door and were approaching her from behind. The three students walked right passed her without as much as a glance in her direction, then met up with Mary at the front of the classroom. She concentrated on the clock as instructed, but with a whirlwind of mixed emotions. The four people totally ignored her, as they continued talking, standing only fifteen feet from her.

Her next challenge was one that was not set up by Mary. A man was whistling in the hallway, pushing what sounded like a mop bucket, then popped in through the door where Mary and the three students were standing. It was the school custodian. He noticed Julie right away and struggled not to stare at her naked body. Mary saw an opportunity, so allowed the fifty-year-old man to dust mop the floors of the classroom, explaining to him that he would need to return to wet mop them. The custodian also saw an opportunity and unlike the others, was grabbing sneak peeks every chance he got. Only five minutes into her first twenty-minute posing session, Julie was coming to grips with this newest of physical and emotional sensations. She continued to hold fast in her position, but the reality of her decision was setting in.

Mary had now started the process of molding Julie, not only into a 'Life Model', but into a woman who possessed the 'Courage and Fortitude', of the "Woman Conquer" she was portraying. That woman, Mary realized, was somewhere inside of Julie.

This story has promise.
What if Julie Thomas' parents show up at the wrong time?
Or one of Julie's employers is taking a life drawing class?
Will being a life model open doors for Julie?

Stay tuned!

At least six more people, both male and female, had come into the classroom before the end of the Julie's first twenty-minute life modeling experience. They all seemed to pretty much ignore her, leaving her feeling more like an object than a person. Almost inconsequential you might say. Mary had been right. The people at this ultra progressive liberal arts college considered public nudity, somewhat of the norm. Mary was now speaking with a forty-year-old male college professor, when the alarm on her phone went off. "You can take a break now Julie", she said, then turned her attention back to the man.

Exercising every ounce of self-control she could muster, Julie casually put down the broom handle spear and walked towards the two faculty members, in pursuit of her robe. The cold tile floors below her feet, were exacerbating her feelings of vulnerability. Feelings, no doubt, brought on by what she perceived was her own impropriety. The unwelcome emotion was obviously due to her public exposure, yet she remained calm. She picked up the coveted white covering and put it on, trying not to appear either, too eager or too carefree. Now having the soft material concealing her naked body, Julie let out a quiet sigh of relief. She had done it! She actually just posed totally naked, in front of almost a dozen strangers for twenty minutes, while maintaining her composure!

She then heard the first words by someone acknowledging her public nakedness. "Mentoring a new protégé', Mary?" the man asked. "Something like that, Bill", she replied. "Bill. This is Julie. She'll be modeling for the exhibition this afternoon", she said, as she introduced them. Julie shook the man's hand, and quietly said, "Nice to meet you". "Likewise," was his only reply, as he turned his focus back to Mary. "How come I haven't seen you up there for a while?", he asked. "I only fill in if when we're really in a jamb. We haven't had a girl get cold feet and cancel at the last minute since 2019", she replied. "I still fill in for the evening classes on occasion", she continued.

As Julie took this all in, she started feeling a bit more relaxed. Knowing Mary had to have posed 'In the Nude' for a 'First Time', at some point along the way, her perception of her task seemed less daunting. She became increasingly more at ease, trusting Mary would be there to guide her through. Julie stepped away from Mary and Bill and was walking around the room looking at paintings and drawings of the nude models. She was familiarizing herself with the idea that 'Life Modeling' was not pornography, but an art form, when she heard what sounded like a stampede, coming up the stairs outside the classroom door.

In seconds, four boys came barreling into the room, acting like the prepubescent teenagers they were. One of them said, "Hi Aunt Mary!". "Hello Jason. Hello boys", Mary replied, to what was obviously her nephew and his three friends. The boys must have been about twelve, maybe thirteen-years old, Julie was thinking. Bill said, "I'll see you downstairs, Mary" and left the room. As he was walking out, a woman in her mid-forties walked in, and asked, without first looking around, "Well little sister! Are you going to be displaying your 'Naked Ass' to the entire town today?", as she chuckled. Mary gave her older sister, Jill, a disapproving stare, as she signaled with her eyes that Julie was present in the room. All eyes were now on the girl with the horrified and scared expression on her face, dressed only in a white terrycloth robe, standing at the other end of the classroom.

"Well, I wasn't until now!", Mary scolded. "What's wrong with you, Jill?", she asked, in a tone that was unmistakable. Mary was just plain Pissed Off! Jill looked at Julie with an apologetic expression, and said, "I am so sorry. I didn't see you there". She tried to cover her faux pas by saying, "It's just a little sister bashing". Mary, disgusted in her sister's behavior, walked right up to Julie, and said, "Julie. Look at me honey". Once Julie was able to keep her focus on her new mentor, she watched the anger in Mary's expression turned to compassion. She looked at Julie for a moment, and asked, "Well?" "Well, what?", Julie quietly inquired. With the slightest of grins, Mary responded, 'Well. Am I going to be displaying my 'Naked Ass' to the entire town today?"

With that one sentence, Mary had defused the situation, and succeeded at putting Julie somewhat at ease. She stood there patiently, while she waited for an answer. Julie was remembering the few brief moments where she had felt liberated and empowered, even though they had been overshadowed by the times she had endured the emotions of fear, shame and humiliation. The combination of those few moments of exhilaration, along with the $500.00, possessed Julie to simply reply, "No". "Good Girl", Mary responded. She then discretely said, "You only have two minutes until you'll need to take your position again. I'll let you know when" "Will they be here?" Julie nervously asked, looking at the four boys, as her heart was pounding, and her mind racing.

Mary looked Jill and the four boys, then replied, "I'll have the boys wait out in the hallway. However, it's imperative that you experience what it's like to remove your robe while others are around, so I'll have my sister stay. Keep in mind Julie, you won't already be nude and in position, down at the exhibition". Mary then started reassuring Julie. "Now. Take a moment and I'll let you know when to pose. And Julie....Try to relax. I promise, it'll be fine", as she started walking to rejoin her sister and the boys. Mary announced in a commanding tone, "Julie will be posing again in a minute! That means you boys are.... Out!"

Julie was overcome with an unexplained feeling of disappointment. The sense of empowerment she had experienced earlier, if only for a moment, was returning, and this time it was not a glimpse. She tried to de-stress, as she continued making her way around the room, looking at the paintings of previous life models, but that only served to add to her stimulation. It was undeniable! Julie wanted to pose nude for those boys! She had an undeniable desire to be totally naked and exposed, in front of them. It was most likely that the tender ages of the four, was the driving force behind her sudden arousal. Regardless, she felt exhilarated for the first time that day. She wanted' to be the boy's 'Naked Female Warrior' but realized that she would have to quietly deal with her onsetting sexual frustration.

In a stunning turn of events, Mary's sister asked, in a somewhat annoyed tone, "Why do they have to leave? Mary! Aren't you the one who's always preaching to the rest of us that, 'Life Modeling', is the oldest Art Form on earth! It dates back to pre-historic times! The human body is greatest subject ever to be put down on canvas!", she continued, as she was mimicking her younger sister. Everyone wanted to laugh, but no one dared. "I know all the boy's parents", Jill calmly continued, looking down at her phone. "They would have no problem knowing their sons had seen a naked lady posing for a 'Life Model' exhibition". Julie tried to appear as though she was indifferent to the idea, when Mary looked across the room, and asked, "Julie. Are you O.K. with this? It's almost time to re-take your position", she said. In an Academy Award winning performance, Julie meekly replied, "If you think the experience might help?"

Mary then turned her attention to the four adolescent boys, and asked, "Can you boys act like grownups for a few minutes, or will you be snickering and finger pointing like immature little children? Because, if so, you can leave right now!" Wanting to see a real naked woman, the boys replied, almost in unison, "We'll be good". That was Julie's cue. She made her way, the twenty feet, to the posing area, removing her robe as she walked to the spot. She laid down the robe, picked up the broom handle spear, allowing everyone a full-frontal view, and with her puppy dog eyes, innocently asked, "Now?". Mary looked at the time on her phone, and replied, "Yes Julie. Now". Both women held the same facial expression, because both women knew the same thing. Julie was going to have a little fun, while getting some much-needed experience.

Mary, unassumingly made her way down to close the rear classroom door, turned to the boys, as Julie was re-taking her position, and said, "I'd like to speak to my sister in private for a minute. Promise to behave?" The boys all nodded, "Yes", but none were able to take their eyes off the naked woman before them. Mary took her sister by the arm and escorted her out to the hallway, closing the door behind them. As you would expect, the boys immediately started whispering among themselves. They were trying to see who would get the job of getting a picture of Julie, in her naked state. Julie's initial instinct might have been to scold the boys or call Mary back into the classroom. Instead, she held her position. The thought of these four boys, tugging on their little wieners, while viewing her naked picture, became intoxicating. She just stood there hoping one of the four, would get a photo of her, that he could share with the others.

Julie was feeling in total command but struggled to hold back her laughter. She was observing the prepubescent juveniles, 'by ear', as they worked through their problem. Not surprisingly, Alex, the smallest and youngest of the four, was given the task of getting 'The' picture. Determined to hold her position, Julie focused on the clock. She let her ears be the instrument of her amusement. Taking a picture of her, from where the boys were standing, was futile. Julie's right foot was placed on the footstool, allowing her right thigh to conceal her bald pussy from view. Alex had to get to the other side of the classroom if he wanted a clear shot of that pussy. As luck would have it, a firetruck went by, giving Alex the excuse he needed to walk in front of Julie, to the classroom windows.

Julie was now becoming impatient. She wanted those boys to have a clear, full-frontal photo of her, before someone came in and interrupted them. Alex pretended to look out the window, then bent down in a lame impression of someone tying their shoe, then took the perfect photo! Julie was perfectly framed! From her beautiful face, staring straight ahead, then passed her perfectly sized bare breasts and erect nipples, on down to her clean-shaven mound and ending with her athletic legs and bare feet, Alex had gotten the one in a million photo of her. It was perfect! With encouragement, in the form of pointing, from the other three boys, Alex made a vein attempt at being discrete. He walked along the windows of the classroom, pretending he was looking at something outside, until he was behind her.

With the four boys distracted by their risky venture, Julie quietly slid her left foot out about 6", then planted it on the cold tile floor, hoping to give Alex a view of her bald pussy lips from behind. She had clearly crossed the line between, 'Life Model' and 'Exhibitionist'! Alex was taking some pictures from behind her, as she remained perfectly still, yet emotionally submissive to her most inner desires. Every click of his cell phone camera sent a euphoric sensation through her entire body. Alex had gone full circle and rejoined his friends in the front of the classroom. Julie's only movement for the full twenty-minute session, was to turn her eyes towards the four young friends. The boys were frantically sending Julie's naked photos from Alex's phone to theirs, before they could be discovered.

Julie turned her focus back to the clock, now emerging from the fog of her little erotic coma. She couldn't believe that eighteen minutes had passed! It had felt like two! Careful not to interact with the boys, she continued to maintain her position, while sliding her left leg back, 6" to the right. The boys, now in possession of their pictures, dispersed throughout the back of the classroom to view their treasure trove of naked photos. With less than two-minutes left, Mary and her sister returned from the hallway. Julie was alone in the middle of the classroom, still maintaining her pose, but feeling very, very anxious, concerning her behavior. The same behavior that seemed like a good idea at the time, now felt naughty and risqué.

Once again, it was Mary's sister, that unwittingly, would come to Julie's emotional rescue. After Mary announced that the session was over, Julie put down the broom handle spear, and reached for her robe. It was then that Jill said, in an elevated tone, "Don't get dressed yet! I want to get a picture!" Mary looked at her sister, and sarcastically asked, "Really?" Jill replied, as she got her cell phone ready, "At least I announced my intentions. The people at the 'Exhibition' won't. They'll just 'click' 'click' 'click' away!" Mary turned her attention and compassion toward Julie, and quietly said, "Jill has a point, Julie. It may not be a bad idea, but it's up to you". By this time the boys had made their way back to the front of the classroom, not wanting to miss anything.

Standing there naked yet feeling somewhat at ease in front of her audience of six, Julie bent over to pick up the broom handle spear. "No. No honey!", Jill said. "That thing is tacky!". Mary was prepared, when Julie turned to her for guidance. "Just take the pose that reflects your idea of a 'Woman Conquer", she told Julie, with a matter-of-fact tone. Julie stepped up, placing her feet twenty to twenty-five inches apart and put her hands on her hips. She then turned her head a little to the left and up, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. With her clean-shaven mound naturally filling the gap between her toned thighs, while her small but perfect breasts were on display, along with her erect nipples, Julie stood staring out into the distance. She appeared defiant yet somehow, carefree. She had become the 'Woman Conquer', at least for the moment.

Having never even remotely considered participating in an activity like life modeling, Julie was surprised that the normally distressing emotions of vulnerability and shame, had become the source of her excitement and arousal. Jill had taken a few photos of her, then looked down to Jason, and said, "You can take a picture if you want". The other three boys pulled out their phones too, only to hear Jill say, "Sorry boys. Telling your parents that you saw a nude life model at the college art exhibition is one thing, allowing you to take naked pictures of her is quite another". Jason knelt down on one knee to take his picture. His perspective captured the perfect view of Julie's bald pussy, and erect nipples, looking up from below her waist. Mary held steadfast in her position, realizing that Jill giving Jason permission to photograph her in the nude, made her earlier behavior amongst the boys, seem not as lewd.

"O.K. boys", Jill announced, "We have to go. I just wanted to pop in and see how my sister was getting along". The four boys exited the classroom, each having in their possession, a collection of nude photos of Julie, along with the portions of her dignity, that she had voluntarily surrendered for the sake of a cheap thrill. Once the boys had left the room, Jill smiled and looked at Mary, while Julie was putting her robe back on. She said, "I've got $20.00 that says Jason has already sent his picture to his friends' phones", as she chuckled. The women hugged, and Jill walked out of the classroom, pulling the door closed behind her. There were only twenty minutes left until Julie had to be on the platform and ready to pose again. This time for a much larger crowd.

Mary walked up to Julie, took her hand, and asked, "Well Julie. Are you ready?" Julie's heart was pounding a mile a minute, yet she was able to utter the word, "Yes". "Good. Let's go", Mary said, as she led the novice life model down to the gymnasium. On the stair landing right above the gymnasium entrance doors, where they both could hear the commotion from inside, Mary stopped. She turned to Julie and said, "Julie. If for any reason you don't think you can make it through the entire life modeling session, now is the time to tell me. Replacing a model mid-exhibition, could be disastrous for the college and next year's enrollments".

Julie was trembling. But the quirky smile on her face told Mary she was trembling as much out of excitement, as out of fear. Without Julie saying a word, Mary looked at her, and said, "Good answer". The two women continued down the stairs and into the gymnasium, where everyone was preparing for the doors of the exhibition to be opened to the public. They made their way to the center of the gymnasium and the 'Life Model' platform. Mary looked to her now extremely nervous first-time life model, then took her hands. "You will be fine, Julie. I will never be more than ten feet away". The two hugged, the Mary led Julie up the stairs to the top of the platform.

FunKelly wrote: ↑Fri Jul 12, 2024 9:36 pm ...Julie wanted to pose nude for those boys! She had an undeniable desire to be totally naked and exposed, in front of them...She just stood there hoping one of the four, would get a photo of her, that he could share with the others...

I'm liking this story! Seems like Julie is finding an unknown side to herself. Let's hope some humiliation creeps in to mix with her exhibionist tendencies. Lots of potential for ENF.

More please!

Outstanding chapter, FunKelly. Thanks.

From on top of the 'Life Model' platform, you could see how crowded the gymnasium already was, and the doors to the public would not be open for another five minutes. Julie started to freeze up solid! Mary, casually scouting the area for a good focal point, asked, "So what are you planning to do with the $500.00, Julie?" It was brilliant! Julie's fears started to diminish, as she pondered the question for a few seconds. With a meek yet purposeful posture, she answered, "I'm going to put it in the bank, in case I don't get enough 'Uber' or 'Door Dash' assignments", she sensibly replied. "That's very wise for someone your age", Mary said, using her motherly tone.

Mary then turned her attention to the obvious choice for the focal point. The gymnasium scoreboard. She huddled up next to Julie, pointing to the scoreboard, and said, "Only the 'Time of Day' is lit up, so I would make the top right-side light bulb, my focal point. What do you think?" Not another word needed to be spoken between the two. Both women then heard and felt the 'thump' 'thump' 'thump' of Professor Kline coming up the stairs to the platform. He picked up the spear, and said, Julie Thompson. Please remove your robe". Mary gave Julie, (Julie Thomas), the facial expression that indicated, "Just go with it". Julie took her phone from her robe pocket and handed it to Mary. Mary had told her earlier to bring it because it would be a welcome distraction during her breaks.

It was now or never! Julie's eyes were glued to Mary's, as she removed the robe. Mary stood up against her, as the white terrycloth material hung down between them. Mary then placed her hand on Julie's hip and slowly turned her in the direction of Professor Kline, as she retained the robe. The grumpy old professor looked Julie over, then paying special attention to her clean-shaven pussy, simply muttered, "MMPH". "Take your position please", he then instructed, as he handed Julie the spear. Mary looked at Julie, and said, "Oh! I almost forgot", as she took out a set of ear buds. "Here, put these in". Julie did as she was instructed.

"Your left ear will hear a soundtrack that, along with many other young life models, I helped develop over the years. Trust me, it will relax you", Mary said. "Your right ear will hear my voice. If I need to tell you something, like, "Shoulders back!", The music will pause so you can hear me", she continued. Julie took her position, as Mary's hand was softly touching her lower back. Mary then whispered, "Find the light bulb and focus". Julie found and focused on the upper right light bulb that was illuminating the 'Time of Day' and was now in her "Woman Conquer" pose, in front of dozens of complete strangers. The doors were then opened to the public.

As reality set in, Julie started contemplating her situation. She had justified to herself earlier, that since public nudity was no big deal to the students and faculty of the college, it should be no big deal to her. But in truth, it was rapidly becoming a very big deal to her. She continued to stare at her focal point, while wrestling with a host of emotions. 'Shame', 'Vulnerability' and 'Embarrassment', were the three most prevalent. Everything had happened so fast, the events leading up to her very public naked state, were a blur. The 'Woman Conquer', was feeling more like the 'Humiliated, naked twenty-year-old girl, she truly was. Gone was the attitude of Empowerment she displayed, while posing for the four boys. It was now replaced with a posture of humiliating subjugation.

Professor Kline decided he wanted Julie to look down instead of up. Before he could give his last-minute change of instructions, that would leave Julie looking down at the faces of the people that were looking up at her, Mary stepped in. "Julie. Focus on that light bulb", she said, as she turned to the head of the college's Art Department. "Professor Kline. This is the position you approved earlier, so this will be her position for today", assuring Julie would have zero unwanted eye contact with any observers in the area. The old man just walked down the stairs, mumbling a word that sounded like, "Bitch". That was when Mary, now holding Julie's robe and cell phone, whispered in her ear, "Good luck. You'll be great", then disappeared down the stairs to the gymnasium floor, leaving Julie totally exposed to everyone at the 'Exhibition'.

The 10 x 10 platform they were standing on was five feet high. Positioned in the center of the gym floor, at all four corners of the platform, were what could only be described as mini lifeguard stands. They were designed and made for the use of the artists that would be painting or drawing each year's 'Exhibition Life Model'. Their seats and easels were elevated and positioned so they could see their subject completely. The area behind them was roped off to prevent overcrowding, while still allowing any observers to see the artist's work. The barrier also kept the posing area closed to everyone but Professor Kline, the four artists, and of course, Mary.

Mary had started playing the soundtrack in Julie's left ear, allowing her a distraction from her present reality. It also served to block out the crowd noise, particularly the clicking of the many cell phone cameras. Having had coached many young female life models through 'their' first college 'Art Exhibitions', she knew if she could get Julie through the first twenty-minute posing session, she should be fine for the duration of 'her' first 'Art Exhibition'. Staring up at the light bulb, with the music playing in her ear, Julie was feeling a bit anxious, but held steadfast in her pose. The music stopped, and she heard Mary's nurturing voice say, "Time for a break, Julie. You did great".

Julie put down the spear and turned around, now getting her first real view of the bustling event surrounding her. Mary had placed her robe on the platform and waited for Julie at the bottom of the stairs, with a look of approval on her comforting expression. Julie put on the robe, trying not to appear too eager, then walked down the stairs where Mary was waiting with her phone. Julie took her phone and sat down on the platform stairs, that were inside the rope boarder surrounding the posing area. She was thankful to have her naked body covered again, even if it was only going to be for ten minutes.

She looked at her phone to see Mary had sent her a file. She opened it up to find pictures, taken from distances that not only portrayed Julie as the 'Woman Conquer', but also captured the many onlookers encompassing the life model platform. Seeing herself so exposed in view of so many, had Julie torn between the sentiments of 'Admiration' and 'Pity' for the naked girl atop the platform, in the middle of the busy gymnasium. Once again, Mary knew just how to inspire her. Just then, Mary sat next to her, and asked, "Are you having fun?" Julie simply replied, "I think so", turning her attention back to the pictures that so captivated her.

Julie felt like she was stuck in some sort of a weird time warp dream, but the evidence in her hands was undeniable. It told the actual story. There she was! The only one elevated above gymnasium floor and in full view of the students, faculty members, along with the many spectators that were present, and totally naked! The pictures created a major rush that ran through her body, but that did little to diminish her sense of impropriety, as she studied the expressions on the faces of those surrounding her. Throughout the audience, were quite a few individuals holding up cell phones, as they took photos of their own. As she realized that they were gathering innumerable images of her naked form, she found the experience to be both, 'Extremely Intense' yet 'Immensely Humbling'.

Mary gently interrupted Julie's daydream, and softly said, "Julie. It's time", then quietly led her protégé' back up onto the platform. Expecting Julie to be tentative about removing her robe a second time, especially in lite of the fact that this time, the exhibition was now open to the public, a challenge Julie had not encountered the first time she disrobed. "Do you know what I noticed most about those photos, Julie?", Mary asked. "What?", Julie questioned. "Although there will always be some curiosity seekers at an event like this, most of the people's expressions seemed 'Indifferent' to me. They appeared more interested in the art form itself, rather than the model", she reassuringly said, as held out her hand for Julie's cell phone.

Julie handed Mary her phone, as she prepared to remove the robe, revealing her naked physique, once again to the ever-increasing number of Exhibit attendees. Mary picked up the spear off the deck and stood poised to swap it for Julie's last vestige of modesty. Making sure she was almost in position, Julie removed her robe, then handed it over to the only person she would trust under the circumstances. A woman she had known for less than three hours. She grasped the spear and re-took her position, feeling like all eyes were on her, even if they weren't. Mary gave her newest trainee's bare back a gentle rub, whispered, "See you in twenty minutes", reaffirming to Julie, that her public nudity would not last for too long, then resumed the soundtrack as she headed back down the stairs to the gym floor.

Julie's attention was once again focused on a single light bulb, located in the large gymnasium scoreboard. She held her position, this time with the added inspiration generated by the photos that were now etched in her mind's eye. For some reason, they seemed to have motivated her. She found herself pulling her shoulders back, while pushing her bare breasts outward, without being told to. The twenty minutes flew by in comparison with her first session, largely due to the euphoria she was experiencing, compliments of the memory of her first 'Nude in Public' photo shoot. She had not moved an inch, but completely lost track of time. "The music was replaced by Mary's voice, saying, "O.K. Julie. Time for your break". Julie put down the spear then headed for the safety of her robe, hoping she was not publicly displaying her arousal. She put the robe back on, then headed down the stairs, where Mary was waiting with her phone and a bottle of water.

She sat on the stairs and looked to her phone. Another collection of nude photos was waiting. This time Mary had zoomed in and taken close up pictures of everything from Julie's facial expressions, along with her bare breasts, erect nipples and clean-shaven pussy, right down to her toenails. Julie was ecstatic for a moment, until she realized that anyone at the exhibition, could now be in possessions of photos like these. "OMG!", she thought to herself. Mary again sat next to Julie, and just at the right time, said, "It's intense, isn't it?" Julie just nodded her head, "Yes", still divided between being panic stricken and sexually stimulated, as she stared at the photos.

Mary said to Julie, as she took her phone, "Let's put this way for a while, shall we?". Julie replied, "Why?" Mary leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Because I don't need you running to the women's room to hide or to masturbate. Either way, it's a bad look for the college". Both women started laughing out loud. Mary then took Julie by the hand, and said, "Let's take a walk around to see how our artists are coming along. As Julie saw the incredible beginnings of what would later be, paintings and drawing of her naked body, she started to understand Mary's position about life modeling. It was an art form. Just as they returned to the stairs, Mary said, "You ready?" Julie walked up the stairs, but this time Mary waited down on the floor.

Mary wanted to see if Julie could remove her robe and retake her pose without her being so close by. She was not disappointed. Julie removed her robe, handed it down to Mary, then walked to the center of the platform and retook her position, with complete confidence. The next two posing session went without incident. Julie was on her fourth break of the afternoon, with barely an hour remaining for the college "Art Exhibition" and noticing that the crowd had already started to dwindle. Mary had her walking around to some adjacent display booths in order to keep her from cramping up. At least that what she told Julie. It was almost 5:00 and the women were back at the bottom of the platform stairs.

Mary asked Julie, "Would you like to remove your robe down here?" In a moment of self-assurance, Julie removed her robe, handed it to Mary, then confidently walked up the platform stares, totally naked. As she reached the top of the stairs, she heard, "Julie? Is that you?" Julie's heart practically stopped when she saw her seventeen-year-old cousin Amy, along with Amy's best friend Melissa, standing about twenty feet away and closing in. Mary said, through the earbud in Julie's right ear, "Stay focused and take your position. I'll deal with this". Julie did as she was instructed, while Mary intercepted the two teenage girls. With no music in her ear, Julie could hear them at the base of the platform.

"Excuse me miss", Mary said. "Please don't distract our 'Life Model'. "But that's my cousin!", Amy argued. "Well then you can speak with your cousin on her break", Mary replied, in a stern but understanding tone. "Why is she naked?", Melissa asked. Mary replied, "Well obviously she is 'Life Modeling' for the college's art exhibition", appearing somewhat frustrated with the teenage girls. "I get that", Amy replied sarcastically. "But why is "SHEEEE" naked?", she continued. Mary got her point, and simply replied, "You'll need to talk with Julie, at the end of the exhibition, so she can explain it to you, for herself", in an attempt to prepare Amy and her friend to be patient during the last two posing sessions.

Julie heard the short conversation and was busy trying to come up with some excuse, as to why she was totally naked in front of so many people. Stil...she maintained her position. Mary resumed the music, as Julie was in turmoil over being discovered by a family member. However, somehow, Julie's very public nude stance, had now become her psychological refuge, as she mentally worked through her problem, with little chance of being interrupted. Mary, ever watchful, knew this session ended at 5:20, which allowed for the last intermission to be as long as 20 minutes, and still be finished by 6:00. She discretely informed Professor Kline that some additional time may be needed.

When the session came to an end, Mary was waiting on the platform with Julie's robe. Using a technique she had learned early in her life modeling career, she took a submissive role and placed the robe over Julie's shoulders, while taking the spear from her. It allowed Julie some dignity, as she continued putting on the robe. Having had experienced a similar incident two decades ago, Mary knew what was foremost on Julie's mind. She looked at her, and asked, "Well. What did you come up with?" Julie emotionally replied, "The truth, Mary. I'm going to tell her the truth". Mary could not have been more relieved, as the two women made their way down the stairs. Mary stepped aside but stayed within earshot, as Julie approached her younger cousin and her friend.

"O.K. Amy. What are you two doing here?", she asked, taking control of the situation. "What are we doing here? What are you doing here?", was the immature reply Julie expected. "I'm making sure I can have "Bertolli's Shrimp Scampi" instead of "Raymen Noodles" tonight!", Julie confidently replied. "Life modeling is an art form, Amy, and a very respectable way of earning some additional income", said the girl who had never been 'nude in public' until that very day. She then started walking around the platform, viewing the artists almost completed works, with Amy and Melissa in tow. Having the girls see her nude physique, portrayed from different angles and in multiple techniques, was all she needed to prove her point. It was genius!

Amy was telling Julie that the reason for their visit was because Melissa was thinking about enrolling in the college's literature program, after she graduated from high school the following year. Mary watched from a distance, reaffirming in her own mind, that she had characterized Julie correctly, when they first met. She was a natural at life modeling. It was now almost 5:30, and most of the general public had already left. Only a few stragglers along with the students and faculty members remained. Julie was saying goodbye to Amy, who had dispatched her friend Melissa during the last posing session, to get some naked pictures of her older cousin, while she remained under Mary's watchful eye. The girls hugged, then Amy and Melissa made their way out.

Mary and Julie were now sitting on the stairs again, when Mary repeated her earlier question. "Are you having fun?", she asked. This time, Julie did not hesitate and replied, "Absolutely!" "Good", Mary responded. "Want to have some more?", she questioned. "What do you mean?", Julie somewhat nervously inquired. Mary's reply would both shock and intrigue her. She said, "I have a somewhat naughty little game I play with a couple of the more seasoned life models, but I think you may enjoy it as well". "What kind of a game?", Julie timidly asked, her voice displaying her apprehension. "It's simple", Mary explained. "Instead of having the girls listen to music during their final posing session, I talk dirty to them (now whispering) while they are confined in their naked and exposed state, in their posing stances".

Julie's eyes were bugging out when Mary asked, "Do you want to play?", with an excited tone in her demeanor. Against every fiber of her being, for some unknown reason, Julie nodded her head, "Yes", unable to get her mouth to utter the actual word. It was now 5:35, so Julie's last posing session would end five minutes before the exhibition was officially closed. The women stood up and Julie hesitantly surrendered her robe and left earbud to Mary, while still on the gymnasium floor. "What am I doing?", she thought to herself, while making the arduous journey back up to the posing area. She picked up the spear and retook her position, overwhelmed with an ominous feeling.

She then heard Mary's voice. "Now Julie, relax. You've already earned the $500.00. Only your pride and your dignity are at stake now. Also, I don't want you to worry about how many of your naked pictures are already circling the internet. You don't know most of those people anyway". Julie was overcome with fear and apprehension, but maintained her pose, as Mary continued. "Julie, I realize you may be feeling a bit awkward, being elevated above everyone else, while totally naked and without as much a pubic hair for cover, but you'll do fine", she said, in a somewhat sinister tone. "Now I'll leave you to your thoughts for a few minutes", she went on. "Try not to feel like everyone remaining in the gymnasium is looking at your bald pussy. Because, only about half are". With that, Mary became eerily silent.

Without having the music for the first time, Julie could now hear the occasional clicking of cell phone cameras, understanding that the novice photographers could be posting her naked pictures online, right then and there. She remained frozen, as she attempted to mentally deal with her exposure and the humiliation that came with it. 'Utter Shame', was the prevailing emotion she was experiencing, as only three minutes had passed. Julie kept her physical focus on the scoreboard light bulb but was unable to quell her unwanted arousal. A few minutes had passed when Julie finally heard Mary's voice again. "I know you are probably soaking wet between your thighs by now, but Julie, this is not the time or place to masturbate. I know you cannot look around you right now, so trust me, there are still a lot of people here. You will have to curtail your sexual desire until later. O.k.?", she said, in a disquieting tone. Mary had then become silent again.

Juie tried to think of anything that would subdue her unwelcome sexual titillation, but nothing worked. She had ten minutes remaining and was now under the impression everyone in the gymnasium was staring at her. She felt they all knew what she was experiencing, but of course, they didn't. Mary let her horny protégé suffer her indignity for another five minutes, until her voice would re-emerge. "How are you holding up?", she asked, knowing Julie could not reply. "I got some great close-up shots of your bald pussy", she said, instantly doubling Julie's arousal. "No wonder you wanted to do this. You have a great pussy! You should let everyone see it!". That would be the last time Julie would hear from Mary, until the end of her last posing session.

When the session was over, Julie turned to see Mary waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, holding her robe, with a great big smile across her face. Still under the impression everyone knew what she was had just gone through, she hurried down the stairs and put on the robe. Julie was quivering when Mary calmly said, "Why don't you go use the changing room upstairs to masturbate, then get dressed and meet me back down here, as she handed Julie her cell phone. Julie was so horny; she didn't need to be asked twice. She walked up to the second-floor classroom as quickly as possible, entered the changing room and worked herself to a climax within minutes. Once relieved, she took the locker key from around her neck, retrieved her clothes and got dressed.

Now fully clothed, Julie took a few minutes to mentally re-visit her experiences of the day. From her initial confusion as to what "life Modeling' really was, to being basically ignored by fully clothed adults while she was stark naked, to the feelings of empowerment and liberation she had felt while posing for the four boys, right up to the valuable lesson that 'shame' and 'humiliation' can lead up to unrivaled levels of arousal. She let out a sigh of relief. She looked at the $500.00 in her hand, and knowing what she knew now, realized she would have done it for free. She took a deep breath, then headed back down to the gymnasium to see the woman that had made it all possible. Mary.

THE END.