Jean Part 2

Valerie

Part 2

The following weekend I was completely shaved as was the procedure but only Laurel came to see me on Friday night. She said the group was bored and no longer wanted to play with me. She continued saying that she knew someone, more my age, that might want to play. She suggested that I visit with her for coffee or tea and see if it might be a possibility. I said okay and that there was no harm in trying something new. She called someone on her cell phone and set a date up for Saturday at one p.m. She scribbled the address on a piece of paper and left.
The address was not far from my home and in a nice neighborhood. I arrived two or three minutes to one and rang the bell. An attractive woman about ten years younger than me answered the door. She was slender and somewhat attractive. She motioned me to enter and escorted me to her living room. She asked if I wanted coffee or tea. I answered coffee and she left for the kitchen to fix it. I felt silly just sitting there so I joined her in the kitchen. She heated up the coffee and got out two cups and saucers with teaspoons. We talk about each other sharing simple information while the coffee heated. I learned her name was Vera. When it was ready she poured the two cups and then added a full shot of what looked like B&B brandy to each cup. She smiled at me and said that it was one of the perks in life to indulge oneself whenever possible.
We returned to the living room and continued our chat, learning little things about each other. After about twenty minutes she rose and offered another cup of coffee. I took a sip when she returned and the taste of B&B seemed a little stronger than the first cup but was probably my imagination. We had just about finished the second cup when she asked if I could do a favor for her. I told her, “I guess so”. She happily said “Good I was hoping you could help. I have been working on a project for a while now and find it nearly impossible to do all by myself. Let me get it so you understand how difficult it is and what I need you to do.” She left and returned from the bedroom with a pile of cloth in her arms. “I am trying to hem the bottom of this outfit but I can’t even get it pinned straight let alone sew it. I need you to put it on so I can go around the bottom and pin it evenly all the way around. It will only take a minute or two and then I could get it finished in no time. Please.” I looked at the material and at her sincere face and agreed. I stood and she told me to take off my tee shirt because the dress would never fit over the cotton. I did as requested and she told me to raise both arms in the air while she slipped the dress over my head and began sliding it down my torso. It was made of a satin material with spaghetti straps. She got it down to my waist and said “ugh, oh” I said “what’s the matter?” She said “it won’t go past your waist with your shorts on. Can you undo them and let them fall to the floor so I can get the dress the rest of the way on?” I fumbled with the waist button and slid the zipper down so that the shorts would drop to my ankles. She pulled the dress in place and smoothed it over my legs so all the wrinkles came out and it hung straight. “You better step out of the shorts so that you don’t fall. Now step up onto the coffee table so I don’t have to crawl around on the floor to do this. Don’t worry it will hold you.” I did as she asked and she walked around me and pulled the zipper up from my ass past my waist and up my back to the top. The satin clung to my skin and felt cool and silky. “Okay let me get started.” She began pinning the hem about two inches above my knee working around the front of the dress. I could feel her hands grazing my legs every once in a while as she worked. About half way through the doorbell rang and she told me that she would get rid of whoever it was and then be finished with the dress in no time. I heard her at the door talking with another woman. I couldn’t hear what was being said but it did not last very long. Vera returned, knelt and resumed pinning. She instructed me to turn slowly to the rear of the room as she continued to pin across the back of the dress. Finally she announced that she was all done and reached up and slid the zipper all the way down. She then slid the spaghetti straps off each shoulder causing the dress to fall off me to the floor. I stood in my underwear in shock. I turned around toward her and asked where she put my shorts. Another woman answered my question from a side chair “I have your shorts but I like what you are wearing now much better.”
 Both Vera and the woman snickered. I stepped down from the coffee table and snatched my shorts from the woman and put them on followed by my tee shirt. “I thought we were alone.” “We were until I told her what I was doing and she insisted in watching.” The other woman added “you looked cute in the dress. I think baby blue satin is your color.” Vera told her to be quiet and to stop teasing. She explained that I had very nicely offered to help her finish the project.
We all went into the living room and the other woman who I found out was Norma asked if Vera had any more coffee. Norma was considerably older, maybe fifty something. Her hair was white in a severe style. Norma was slim and appeared to have a well-toned body with an ample bosom and matching hips. Vera then fixed three cups of her famous coffee and we sat around chatting. “So why did you stop by Norma? It is not like you to show up unannounced.” “My goodness I almost forgot. The model for our art class tonight cancelled. We are going to have to do still life sketches instead. He said it wasn’t the money but that something had come up that he could not avoid.” “Oh dear I was so looking forward to this evening. All we’ve done is still life. I was looking forward to a nude model finally as I am sure was the rest of the class.” Norma chuckled and said “Yeah we are a bunch of horny women wanting to stare at a nude man for a couple of hours.” Norma then added “Maybe Eugene should model for us. He’s got good looking legs and the money is not bad either.” I quickly said “I don’t think so. I’ve never modeled and don’t even know how.” Vera said “What’s to know? You just pose and relax while we draw. It pays a hundred per hour for just sitting or standing there.” They kept at me. Norma pointed out that I didn’t have any hair on my legs or arms and said that it would be all the more interesting to draw a nude male without hair. She asked if my pubis was hairless as well. I told them yes because I had lost a bet recently. Vera promised to give me a full body massage when the job was over and Norma said she would throw in another twenty-five per hour if I agreed. Vera then offered to cook dinner for me before we went. After three of Vera’s coffees I sheepishly said I would do it. They explained that it was at six and at Norma’s house not far from Vera’s house.
We arrived and found about ten women ranging in age from 25 to 65 all sitting in a circle around a platform. Some had easels and others had sketch pads. They all looked up as Norma introduced me to the group. They all smiled and I smiled back. Vera took me to a bedroom while Norma got the class settled in and explained that the professional model had cancelled. She told them that Vera and she had talked me into the job so they should be patient and kind. One of the ladies piped up saying that I might be better than the professional.
Vera told me to undress and handed me a white silk robe to wear out to the platform. She pointed to a flesh colored thong lying on the bed telling me that I could wear it if I was shy but would have to shed it later in the evening.  I got undressed, slipped on the thong, stuffed my jewels tightly into it and pulled on the robe. I walked back out to the group and there was a sudden silence followed by a low murmur. Norma came up on the platform and had me put my feet on two marked dots on the floor, told me to clasp my hands behind my buttocks, with shoulders back and chin raised. She then untied the sash and slipped the white robe off. I could hear the women suck in air all at once. After a minute or two all the women were busy drawing. I relaxed a little but held the pose. Fifteen minutes passed and a little timer went off and Norma came up on the platform. She told me to shake all my muscles loose before taking the next pose.
She had me kneel on the floor, lean backward onto my left hand with my right hand in a fist placed on top of my thong. She quickly left the stage telling everyone that this pose would only last ten minutes. The lights were then dimmed a little and a spotlight was turned on aimed at my fist.
The little timer went off and I immediately knelt up to relieve the strain on my back and left arm. Norma then positioned me with my feet about two and a half feet apart and had me bend over from the waist touching my toes with my fingertips. She had me move inch by inch over to the right until the spot light shown directly on the crack of my ass. She set the timer and left.
Norma then told me to lie on my back, bring my feet up and over my body until my feet were again touching the floor beyond my head. She told me to grab my ankles and separate my feet as much as I could without falling over. I tried but I couldn’t do what she asked.  Norma went and got a small cushion and placed it under the small of my back and told me to simply bring my legs up and as close to the floor as possible but to keep them separated. This I could do. She had me move over a little and assume the position once more until the spot light shown directly down from my thong to my face. The timer was set for this pose.
Vera brought the robe when the timer went off saying that everyone was taking a break for some refreshments. One by one the women came over to me and thanked me for filling in at the last moment. Norma only served shots. She had any kind of booze but only shots. Several women brought me shots of scotch which they learned after I ordered my first one. The twenty-five year old approached me and shyly asked if I wasn’t a professional model why all my body hair was removed. I had to think fast but managed that I had lost a bet. She replied “Hope she was worth it!” I retorted “She was. She certainly was.”
Fifteen minutes passed and three shots of scotch. Vera led me back up on the platform and everyone slowly took their seats. Vera told me to take off the thong adding “its show time.” She handed me a metal ring and told me to slip it on my penis and slide it all the way down to its root. It was snug but not tight and with any movement would probably fall right off. She then whispered to me “all these women are clothed and you are naked. You are completely naked. They are all staring at you. They like your naked body parading in front of them for their pleasure. That cute young blonde told me she wanted to lick you all over.” That gave a jolt to my member. Vera reached down and stroked my shaft a little and it started to rise to the occasion. She then pinched my nipples and then slipped the robe off my shoulders. She stepped away and the women let out an appreciative sound. The ring around my shaft had produced a throbbing hard-on. Vera told me to take the first pose with my feet on the marks and my hands clasped behind my back. I stood there with my penis jutting out in front of me and the women busily scratched away at their pads.
As each time interval ended I was asked to take up all the previous poses only this time I was completely naked sporting a semi erection. The last pose was the most embarrassing with my penis dangling right over my face. When the final timer went off everyone applauded and I left the room to dress.
I returned to the drawing room and Norma handed me an envelope with cash for my work. She asked if I would consider other engagements in the future I said that I might and it would depend on the circumstances.