F'N FABULOUS (Completed)

Shag

A/N This chapter may be triggering for some, read with caution.

^^WEDNESDAY^^

Jessie set her alarm early so she could spend the morning getting the confidence for today. She tried to do some Yoga, but Mr. Floofer wanted to be groomed. She didn't mind. It was hard not to smile when she heard his little teeth grinding together in an adorable bunny purr.

The previous day, she found some basics at a thrift store. Before heading to the Art school, she needed to grab some items at a local drug store... pantyhose, socks, sports tape, and jock itch cream, just in case... always recommended for long-term tuckage.

Today Beck, Mel, and Derek weren't at the class. Jessie wasn't sure why she assumed Back would be there as the teaching assistant, but perhaps only on Mondays special classes because of his expertise. Jake, however, was there grinning from ear to ear the moment he saw her poke her head into the classroom. He waved her in.

Jessie felt comfortable in her skinny jeans and graphic tee, though she had to thank MEL for the "donation purge" clothes, the tee was slightly too small and made her breasts look bigger than they actually were. Jake gave a smirk when he didn't hide the fact, he was reading her shirt. "Don't Hate. I'm Fabulousness Everyday."

"Alright class. Please welcome Jessie back. She has signed up to be our full time Muse for this semester. Today we will be working on perspective in charcoal. There are four chairs and four sketchbooks, we will actually do a quick fire round robin for one hour. Make sure you sign your name at the bottom and flip the page for the next person. Then the last hour, you can pick a perspective to develop. This will be the same perspective you will develop in tomorrow's medium as well. Keep in mind that charcoal lends well to sketching so don't get lost in small details." He turned to Jessie and pointed to the thick plush shag carpet. "The cosmology department donated a full line of Vegan products for you in the dressing room and the fashion department donated wardrobe. I want you to have the freedom to decide the narrative of every day, so pick whatever makes you feel comfortable. Remember you can be anything here. No judgement ever. The doors are always locked when the model is here. Feel free to pick the position you want and pose you want. Sound good?"

Jessie nodded. She was impressed by the dressing room now packed with movable racks of clothes, shoes, and accessories. By the mirror, hair and makeup products galore. It was hard not to be excited. She took out her phone for a quick snap and sent it to Mel.

MEL: O.M.G

MEL: Jealous.

JESSIE: :P

She smiled as she decided on a 70s theme would be fun to go with the plush shag. She found a thin white head band to wear over her forehead and made loose wide curls in her already wavy hair. It didn't take long. She already had her base make up on, so she just darkened a cat's eye and added a sparkly aqua eyeshadow. She kept her lips nude to keep it simple. For clothes, she did nude booty shorts underwear and a large oversized statement necklace. It had a gold chair and daisies the size of a medium apple. She was able to use double sided tape to keep the necklace over her nipples. She smiled looking in the mirror. It was very 70s. It also didn't scream naked, so she felt comfortable to walk out. However, she still slipped the white satin robe over just in case.

That didn't mean her heart didn't feel like she was running a marathon. It helped that when she did walk out, Jake gave her an approval nod but barely acknowledged her as if it was no big deal. She was just a prop. By the time she got to the dark brown carpet and hide her French manicured toes into the soft plush, her nervousness built to the point that she wondered if there was a trash can near by just in case.

When she looked at the students, no one was looking at her yet. That helped. This was no big deal. She felt the bile settle. She took a breath and allowed the robe to drop, but kept it in her left hand like she was going to drag it behind her. Secretly, she just wanted to have it near by to cover up... just in case.

"Let's start with 20 minutes in this first sketch, then you will move to the left for your second sketch. Begin." Jake's voice moved as he walked around the circle. Jessie kept her eyes focused on the row of canvases lining the wall behind the students. One was flipped over of Derek and Jessie tangled in the rope. Oddly enough, she didn't notice when Jake called the next chair change or the other two. In fact, it was as if she was meditating as she memorized every slope of each other's body.

"Jessie?" Jakes hand was on her arm.

Scared the shit out of her. She worked on slowing her heart.

"Sorry. I guess I kind of tranced out there." Jessie admitted.

"Hey, what ever works. We would like to do a new position for the last hour. Your choice of course." He smiled softly at her.

She nodded. Laying on her stomach into the soft carpet sounded like a good way to rest her aching feet and protesting calves. She stuck her toes into the air and squeezed her thighs together to hide anything from view. This position felt much more exposed. Jake had taken her robe and placed it nearby, but just out of reach. Her heart pounding like a bass drum. It was like she couldn't relax even when she hid her boobs against the floor and tucked her hands under her head.

Her mind went to another time. High school. Cringe. Every noise made her flinch when she was trying to change quickly in the locker room. She would either come in early or late and always found a stall if she could. During cheer practice, she felt like she was part of a community, but there was always a trailing thought... what if someone accidentally found out. What if they felt something they shouldn't. What if they saw something. What if it pops out? She tried to breathe and relax, but it was always the same thoughts in a cadence of doubt.

Unfortunately, it also becomes a self-fulfilling prophesy. Teen girls are like parana when they know you have a issue with something. Chelsea Mackrel was one of those girls looking for blood.

No one could see her privates; her thighs were clenched tight flexing her muscles. However, her thoughts wouldn't disappear. What if... Breathe. What if... Breathe. She had no reason for her rising panic. Her thoughts clouded over, and she tried not to think back to her worst memory.

She was a middle person in a pyramid during a homecoming football game halftime cheer. Chelsea Mackrel pretended to fall from climbing up and took Jessie's skirt with her. Chelsea's nails scratched down Jessie's hips and even underwear and panty hose were pulled down ripped from her body. She cried because she couldn't cover herself else let the rest of the girls above her fall. It took a week before she returned back to school.

But no one here in this art class has shown immaturity to do something like that. Jake said she was in control of her poses and positions. Her eyes found the canvas and how she fell asleep so quickly on Derek's firm, yet soft chest. How his heart beat and breathing helped calm her down.

Boom, time fast forwarded and Jake yelled, "TIME!"

He draped the robe over her. She gave a smile of thanks.