I breathed in deeply before opening my car door and making my way to the studio entrance. I don't know what I'm going to be modeling for but knowing Mr. Davis and his paintings, it'll probably involve me getting naked.
I walk into the studio and notice it's just Mr. Davis. He has a robe and and a chair set out. The light from the window is the only light in the room. He quickly turns to me after hearing his footsteps.
"Ah, Tyler you're here! Very happy to see you're on time." I brought my art bag anyway even thought I wasn't going to be painting and set it on the ground.
"Now Tyler, for the painting you're going to need to get into that robe and sit in the chair." He gestured to the robe and I moved to pick it up. Oh god am I actually doing this. I then remember the money and undid my pants and slid them down my legs before pulling off my shirt. With a deep breath I closed my eyes and pulled my underwear down and quickly grabbed the white robe.
I took slow breaths as I made my way to the chair. I sat down and rubbed the tattoos on my wrist. Mr. Davis was mixing skin colored paints when he told me to drop the robe. I did as he said and a bright blush spread over my cheeks. I couldn't see the blush but I knew it was there. Oh dear, he's looking right at my junk. He told me I could put the robe back on. He then held up a shade he had mixed that was a tan color. "This look about right?" He asked me.
I didn't speak for a moment. He literally made the color of my dick. Lovely. I nodded my head quickly just so he would put it away.
He then walked over to his easel with all the colors he had mixed on a plate.
"Take off the robe please." I silently prayed to whatever gods existed and let the robe fall to the ground before taking a seat again, the cold chair against my ass.
"Now Tyler I want you to pose with the robe slung over your shoulder and with one foot on the rungs of the chair. Understand?"
I nodded once more and got into the pose he wanted.
It had been about thirty minutes when he asked me if I wanted a water. I said yes and he went to retrieve the beverage. It was starting to get rather chilly in the studio and I hoped he would be finished painting me soon.
I drank the water he handed me and went back to posing. He had me move my head towards the doorway to 'get the lines of my neck.'
I suddenly heard footsteps approaching the studio and panicked.
"Tyler sit still" Mr. Davis reprimanded me. I sat still, facing the doorway as someone came into view. Oh no. Oh fuck no, this can't be happening.
It was Josh.
