Museum Piece
Iris laid on her back, legs tucked in to fit the small loveseat. They hadn't made as much progress as she wanted. She shuffled through a stack of flashcards.
"Alright, which is the light and dark contrasting one?" she asked.
Eddie sat drawing at a drafting table that took up much of the extra space in cramped dorm room.
"Spumoni!" Eddie replied.
"If you meant sfumato, that isn't the right answer."
"I know, I was joking that time."
"Come on! It's our first quiz and I just want to get through these."
Iris was frustrated, but only slightly. Tomorrow's quiz was causing her some mild anxiety. She probably shouldn't have worried about it, her grades were always flawless, but she held herself to extremely high standards. Eddie didn't worry much about his grades, even though it would have helped him to. This semester, the young couple's schedules finally lined up for them to take an elective together — Art History 201. They had dated since their senior year of high school and were nearly inseparable.
Eddie was a relatively talented artist, and the best path to follow his dream was at the local university. Iris wasn't artistic like Eddie, but she had much better grades and more options for college. Because she was in love and didn't want to part from Eddie, Iris eschewed more prestigious and distant universities to attend the same college as him.
Fortunately, their school had an Honors College for exceptional students, which made Iris's choice less of a compromise. The reality of honors program meant little more than having priority class scheduling and an extra line on a student's resume, but the 'Honors' distinction could help Iris find a job after school, and the program wasn't much of a commitment. All she needed to do was maintain her grades and attend a few meetings during the semester. "I think we're pretty close to where we need to be." Said Eddie
"You would say that. How about this, we get through the rest of this teeny pile of flashcards, and you can join me on the loveseat." Iris gesticulated absurdly, caressing her hands down her body in mock sexiness. Her humor was unintentionally undercut by the fact that she was genuinely sexy and, even with the goofy expression on her face, the display had a provoking effect on Eddie.
"I'm convinced. Let's get back to it." he said.
After they finished studying, Eddie enthusiastically joined Iris on the loveseat. Eddie's dorm room had strange dimensions, leaving a large chunk of the space unusable. But he was happy to have it. Thanks to the odd shape, it only housed one occupant and afforded him and Iris a bit of privacy. In spite of the private room, the couple's intimate relations were more chaste than might be expected. Yes, they had had sex a couple of times the previous summer, but Iris was deathly afraid of getting pregnant. Even though she was on the pill and insisted on condoms, she didn't want to take too many risks before they inevitably got married.
The two of them did have needs, however, and began to make-out on the loveseat. Eddie kissed Iris deeply as she straddled him. They thrust their hips into one another, dry humping the crotches of their jeans. Eddie was incredibly turned on and was hoping to progress the situation. He slid Iris off of him, got up from the loveseat, and hoisted her up — one arm under her legs and one under her back. Iris's dark curly hair dangled in a long ponytail as Eddie carried her to the bed.
Once he set her down, Iris began to unbutton her cardigan sweater. Eddie stripped down so quickly; he was in his underwear before she undid the last button.
"Wow! You seem anxious." said Iris. Eddie shrugged his shoulders and gave her a hopeful look. "We aren't having sex." "What are you talking about? Who said anything about sex?" he said.
She knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Don't look so disappointed. I'll still take care of my guy."
Iris pulled him down onto the bed and started kissing his chest, unclasping her bra as she made her way down his torso. She sat up and the bra popped off elastically, exposing the large areolas of her modest breasts.
"Can you grab some Kleenex?" she asked.
"Yeah sure, but can't I do something for you too?" asked Eddie. Iris hadn't taken off her jeans.
"I'm still on my period. It's probably the last day. I'd rather just do stuff for you."
He handed her the Kleenex. Iris knelt between his legs and neatly folded the tissue while Eddie ogled the pale curves of her body. She leaned over and started kissing her way down his abdomen — her nipples grazing his thighs as she went. Tucking her fingers into his waistband, she worked his underpants down his hips. Eddie's penis sprang out fully erect.
"Wow. There's my friend." said Iris smiling.
She slowly edged closer to the shaft, stopped, then looked up at Eddie her disposition totally changed — now nervous and pathetic.
"I'm sorry sir, but what do I do now?" she said as she looked uneasily from his penis to Eddie.
Iris's doe brown eyes reddened with tears. She was an amazing actress, but only used her talents for Eddie's amusement — often playing the role of the timid ingenue.
"Y-You'll figure it out, I'm sure." Eddie responded in a miserable attempt at keeping his composure.
"But sir, does this look right? I don't want to disappoint you."
She slacked her mouth wide and stuck out her glistening tongue as she slowly arced closer to him. All the while keeping her pleading eyes locked with his in a moment of palpable anticipation. Iris's breath fell hotly upon his erection as her tongue gradually closed in — just millimeters away.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
"Eddie, you in there?!" called a voice from outside the door.
Iris bolted up, quickly throwing on her cardigan. Eddie followed suit, attempting to slip on his jeans and underwear in one go.
"One sec Aaron." said Eddie, pulling on his shirt.
As well as the couple tried to hide it, they still looked pretty disheveled when Eddie finally opened the door.
"What's up Aaron?" asked Eddie.
"Olsten just posted the signup for studio times." said Aaron
"I thought he was supposed to wait until our next class."
"He didn't."
"Crap, I gotta go Iris. Otherwise, I'll get a real bad time slot."
Eddie needed extra studio time this semester to work on his submission for the Art School's Student Exhibition.
"It's fine, but I'm going to class soon. I'll see you in the morning?" said Iris.
She awkwardly angled herself away from the door and Aaron. Not having time to put on her bra, her nipples poked conspicuously against the thin sweater.
"No problem. Love you, see you in the morning." said Eddie as he bolted out the door.
"Love you too."
The next day the couple met in the hall outside of their way-too-early Art History class. A few other classmates were milling about, waiting for the room to get opened.
"Are you ready for the quiz?" asked Iris, trying to stifle a yawn.
"I don't know. I think so. I'm sure you'll be fine." replied Eddie.
"Eh, I'm worried I'll forget some of the words."
"Yeah, you might get like one question wrong."
Iris pushed Eddie gently in feigned annoyance. Quick, loud footsteps approached from the far end of the hall. It was their Art History Professor, the minor university celebrity, J. Brenn. This sharply dressed man was notable on campus thanks to his successful art career. He taught several of the advanced art classes in the school, but also took on a couple Art History courses because his degree was in the subject.
"Sorry I'm running behind." said Professor Brenn as he unlatched the door. He genially ushered the students in. "Quick class today though. I'll finish up my spiel on the Dutch Masters, and then we'll have our first quiz."
Professor Brenn caused a mild stir amongst the student body. Aside from his notoriety, he was a handsome man still in his thirties. On more than one occasion, Iris and Eddie overheard comments from their classmates about how desirable their Professor was and what they would be willing to do with him. Iris wasn't one to fawn over men, but admitted, after some cajoling from Eddie that, Professor Brenn was objectively attractive.
—
As promised, the class ended early. Eddie strolled out a few minutes after Iris. She was sitting on the hallway floor waiting, having finished the quiz before the rest of the class.
"See, that was so easy. You worried for nothing." said Eddie smiling.
"It was, but he never said it would be multiple choice. That made it way easier." replied Iris.
"You heading to the Business School next?"
"Yeah, accounting in 40 and then econ right after."
"Geez, your schedule is packed. It'll be hard to find a job this semester."
The remainder of the class filed out behind them.
"The sooner I finish school, the sooner I'll be able to get a real job." said Iris lifting her arms towards Eddie.
He casually helped her up. At that moment, Professor Brenn stepped out of the classroom and caught Iris's eye.
"Are you… Iris?" Brenn said, peeking at the name on the top sheet of the stack of quizzes.
"Yes." Iris replied uncertainly.
"Great, I was just grading a few of the quizzes and you are the only one who got everything right. Even the extra credit. Good job."
"Oh. Okay thanks." Iris gave an abashed smile.
"Well, you take care Iris. See you next class."
Brenn continued down the hall, nodding in minimum acknowledgement of Eddie as he passed.
"Already getting in good with the Professor." Eddie teased Iris.
"Whatever. I should get going."
"Huh? You still have a while until your class."
"Yeah, but I need to get the charging brick from my dorm. My phone didn't charge last night."
"Say hi to your roommate."
"Ha. One of these days I'm bound to run into her again. Hey, I was thinking maybe we could catch up tonight? I could meet you before your studio time."
"Yeah, I'll see you then."
"Love you."
"Love you."
Iris crossed the central campus commons on the way back to her dorm. It was early fall, but the weather was still nice enough that there were plenty of people about. Many groups were sitting at the tables or lounging on the lawn of the greenway. As Iris passed a particularly rowdy bunch guys, one peeled away from his friends and made his way towards Iris.
"Wait! Wait! I have something incredibly important to tell you." said the likely stoner.
"And what's that?" said Iris without slowing.
"Your jeans. They're so tight."
One of the stoner's friends ran up behind him.
"Ha, ha, ha. We're sorry miss. I'll put this guy back where he goes." said the stoner's friend as he pulled the stoner back to the rest of their group.
She never quite understood why these things happened. Iris was wearing normal jeans, and really couldn't appreciate the guy's motivation for approaching her about them. Even though she was sharp and empathetic, it was hard for her to get inside of guys' heads, other than Eddie. In her freshman year she was in a study group with some other students from the Honors College, and one of the guys developed a huge crush on her which she was completely ignorant about.
Chris, the guy with the crush, would regularly invite her to school events, and when she casually communicated the details to Eddie, he said the guy probably liked her. Iris wasn't convinced until the day before their final exam. Chris confessed his feelings for her. It was a big emotional display where he tried to convince her to break up with Eddie. She did not reciprocate his feelings at all, and felt bizarre hearing him say those things. Eddie wasn't disturbed when she told him what happened, telling her it wouldn't be the last time.
When Iris arrived at her room, she found a sock on the door. The dramatic sounds of her roommate having sex emanated from the other side. Frustrated, Iris checked the time on her dying phone and decided to go to class.
The rest of the day went fairly typically for Iris. After her final class, she went to the Art Building to try to catch Eddie before his studio time. Eddie was working on a large-scale abstract piece. A study of geometric shapes which was too big to have in his dorm. Iris sat outside the studio, eating her PB & J dinner and waiting for Eddie. He didn't show. She waited another fifteen minutes for him, but he still didn't come.
Iris began to look up and down the halls, thinking she might have the wrong room. Finding another studio, she peeked inside. A student sat painting at an easel. She glanced up when Iris entered.
"Looking for something?" said the painter.
"No. My boyfriend had studio time tonight, and I was looking for him." responded Iris.
"You gonna model for him?"
"No! Nothing like that."
"You don't need to be offended. I didn't suggest you were stripping down. Tons of respectable artists need models." The painter gestured to a stool next to Iris.
A stack of fliers rested on the stool.
WANTED: ART REFERENCE MODELS OF ALL TYPES
Looking to complete a large-scale humanity piece. Three-hour sessions, $200 per session. If interested return completed form to the office of Professor J. Brenn room 404 Art Building.
"$200 would be nice, but what are the models asked to do?" Said Iris.
"Oh, it's real easy. I've done it already. I didn't have to take my clothes off or anything. And he isn't inappropriate or anything. Not that I'd have minded if he was, he's actually kind of hot." said the painter.
"I could use the money."
Iris took a flier with her as she left. She checked Eddie's supposed studio once more, but he still wasn't there. Since she was already in the Art Building, she decided to fill out the flier and drop it in Brenn's mail chute before leaving. The choice about modeling didn't have to be made now, but she could use the money and may as well submit it.
The fourth floor was almost completely dark, aside from the light which spilled out of an open office halfway down the hall. Iris strained her eyes to read the office numbers, looking for 404. But the effort proved unnecessary as the open office belonged to Professor Brenn. She approached timidly, carrying the flier now covered with her neat handwriting. Professor Brenn sat at his desk looking at his laptop. Iris looked inside the room, hoping to find a tray or something to drop the flier in without catching the Professor's attention.
"Hello. I know you. Iris Shaughnessy, right? Do you have a question about class?" said Professor Brenn leaning back in his chair — clearly happy for the distraction.
"Oh, sorry no. I." Iris held up the flier. Slightly embarrassed.
"Great! Let's see what we've got here." The Professor jumped up and grabbed the flier from Iris and began to peruse it.
"I was right about the name." he said, looking Iris up and down appraisingly which made her feel incredibly vulnerable.
"Alright, what's your schedule look like? Are you free tomorrow evening? I'm busy during the day."
"No, I have a night class tomorrow."
"Okay, and I'm booked Thursday and Friday. How about now? You're free?"
Iris rarely felt so put on the spot. She hadn't even decided to do this before stepping into the office, but her professor's confident and presumptuous manner created a sense that she would. The decision was already made, just not by her.
"I have some time now. I guess." Replied Iris automatically.
—
Professor Brenn's studio was also on the same floor. The room was much larger than the other studios with big north-facing windows and various furniture and platforms to display his subjects upon. He quickly got to work arranging the lighting. Iris stood unsure near the entrance of the room.
"You can set your backpack and purse down over there, and then go recline over on the couch or the chaise." he said.
Iris dropped her bags and walked to the couch. She decided to slip off her sneakers before lying down. Professor Brenn walked over and again gave her an appraising look.
"Pick your head up." He commanded.
She did as told and he grabbed a paisley pillow from behind the couch and shoved it under her head.
"Now lay back"
She obeyed.
"Good." he said.
Brenn pulled up a stool relatively close to the couch and opened a large sketchpad. He started drawing with a piece of soft charcoal, blackening his fingers in the process. Iris hadn't received any further instructions, so she lay stiffly, afraid to move. He rose from the stool and turned the page of his notepad and moved the stool closer to the couch. He was now near her knees, looking up towards her face. Brenn was cool, completely in his element.
"This is going to be hard for you if you try to hold your breath the whole time. It's okay, you're allowed to move and breathe and even talk if you like." said the Professor.
Iris breathed heavily.
"Sorry, I wasn't sure of the expectations." she said.
"Not an issue. I want you as comfortable and as natural as possible. If something needs changing, I'll tell you what to do. In fact, let's try something now."
The professor stood up again and turned off all the lights besides one portable spotlight. He positioned the spotlight at the end of the couch near Iris's feet — casting its beam up the length of her body.
"Scoot yourself towards that end of the couch, you can hang your legs over the armrest, however's comfortable. I'm not going to be drawing them now." he said.
Iris obliged, sliding down the couch until her butt touched the armrest and draped her legs over the side. The act caused her shirt to ride up, exposing her lower back and side. Her cheeks flushed as she hastily pulled it back down.
"Good, now I'm trying to focus on this area, your throat and your chin. So, let's use this pillow and put it under your shoulders."
He put his arm beneath her back and lifted her forward, placing the paisley pillow beneath her shoulders and setting her back on it. Her head was now as far back as it could go — her neck fully exposed and her collar bone popping out just above the neckline of her tank top.
"Oh, good point of interest." said Brenn.
"What?" said Iris.
She sat up, not knowing what the Professor was talking about with her head back. He was pointing to a small brown mole on her right collar bone, almost touching it. She didn't know what to say so she didn't say anything and laid back down. The position caused her breasts to jut out, which made her self conscious given his close scrutiny of her body.
She spent the rest of the session in the same position. Professor Brenn worked extremely close to Iris — one of the metal stool legs pressing against her hip. His gaze was fixed on her neck, and he rarely needed to look away and check his sketchpad. The session ended abruptly with the Professor's phone alarm going off.
"Good session, I completely lost track of time. How'd it go for you?" Brenn said, reaching his hands out to Iris who was lying next to him.
She instinctively took his hands, which were strong and rough to the touch, and allowed him to help her up. When fully upright, she briefly found herself uncomfortably close to his face for a weighty moment before she slid over the armrest.
Professor Brenn thanked her for the session and wrote a check for $200. Iris left quickly after gathering her things, it was already late. She was in a daze as she exited the building, and realized she was still carrying the check. When she looked at the draft, Iris noticed it had a small black smudge on it. The smudge came from her hand, the palm of which was covered in a dark smear of charcoal where the Professor had touched her.
Museum Piece: Part 2
The next morning Iris and Eddie met up after his design class. When she finally returned to her room the previous night. She plugged in her phone and found a bunch of texts from him. His studio location was moved to an Annex Building, and he'd be stuck there for the semester unless something else became available. Wednesdays were a good day for the couple, because they each had their afternoons free to spend together. The pair strolled across campus, planning to hang out in Eddie's room.
"How'd your class go?" asked Iris.
"Good. I think that professor likes me. He called my work radical." said Eddie.
They had texted the night before, but she neglected to mention the modeling session. Iris knew she had to say something now or else it would take on a strange context which she tried to convince herself didn't exist.
"Hey, something weird happened yesterday after my phone died" said Iris, trying to be careful with her words.
"Besides your roommate reappearing, and you walking in on her?"
"I did not walk in on her. Anyways, you know how I've been looking for part time work?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it's probably a one-time thing but I had a session as a reference model at the Art Building."
"Like naked, for the figure drawing class?!" Eddied was shocked but not mad.
"No, no, no. I had all my clothes on. It was for Professor Brenn."
A wide mocking grin spread across Eddie's face as he tried to suppress a laugh.
"Don't you say anything." said Iris.
"No, I won't. I mean what's there to say? It's hot that you posed for our teacher is all."
"Stop it." Iris was at the brink of laughter herself, but embarrassed.
"Okay, fine. But was it strange though? How much did you make?"
"Two hundred for three hours, and no it was pretty normal I think."
"Nice. He's a really good artist, and you could use the money."
They continued towards Eddie's room and Iris explained most of what happened the night before. The version of events she shared with her boyfriend excluded her private thoughts on her time alone with the Professor. When they arrived, Eddie once again tried his hand at asking Iris for sex. His lack of directness bordered on pleading, which mildly irritated her. She wouldn't do it today but agreed to make a plan to have sex in a few weeks, after midterms were over. Her main concern was that they would get reckless if they started doing it regularly. Eddie excitedly jumped up and wrote the date on his calendar.
"It's on the schedule. No backing out." Said Eddie cheerfully.
"I won't. You know, just because we aren't doing that one little thing, doesn't mean those desires must go completely ignored" Replied Iris, laying on the loveseat in her usual position.
Iris gestured for Eddie to join her. As he got up from the chair, she instinctively pushed herself to the end of the loveseat — stopping when her butt touched the armrest. She draped her legs over the end and grabbed a pillow off the floor and tucked it beneath her shoulders. Iris turned her head, and he was there, crotch just above her. She quickly undid his pants and impatiently yanked down his underwear. His penis was ready for her. She knew what he expected.
She tongued the shaft eagerly, as she caressed the member with her hands and guided it towards her — never looking up at Eddie's face. She didn't want to ruin the fantasy. Iris was aggressive, focused, and desperate to please him. She took him into her mouth which dripped with saliva. His cock reached beyond the point she'd been comfortable with in the past, but she forced him deeper and deeper within. Tears streaked down her face, ruining her mascara, but Iris needed to please him. She felt her arousal building.
"Iris I'm. Can I? Is this, okay?" Eddie asked, already nearing his limit.
Historically, she refused to let Eddie come in her mouth. He was nervous to upset her and pushed Iris away — quickly grabbing some Kleenex from the shelf.
"Oh God." Eddie said as he orgasmed into the tissue.
Iris was annoyed by Eddie's pathetic decision. She would have let him come in her mouth. She would have swallowed it. She might have even let him fuck her. He just needed to stop asking and tell her what to do. But Eddie missed his moment, unaware of the opportunity he squandered.
"That was crazy. You like, inhaled me." Said Eddie.
"Oh. You liked it?" Replied Iris, wiping the spittle off her face.
"It was amazing. Can I do something for you?"
"No not today, I'm actually still on my period." she lied. Staring into Eddie's face, the spell which excited her was broken. Iris didn't feel like letting him touch her just then.
—
The next day began with another early morning Art History class. Eddie woke up extra early so he could take some supplies to the annex studio first. Dropping off the supplies went quickly, so he ended up getting to class over a half an hour early. Iris was already sitting in the hallway waiting when he got there.
"Hey, why are you up so early?" Eddie said.
"Oh, I just couldn't sleep and went for a walk and ended up here." she responded.
He sat on the floor beside her to wait for class.
It surprised Iris that class went entirely normally and felt stupid for it. She received no extra acknowledgement from Professor Brenn in even a subtle way, and by the time class was nearing its end she had grown angry with herself. She finally accepted that she developed a crush on the Professor. The absurdity of getting to class a whole hour early in the off chance he would be there made it obvious, even if she didn't want to admit it. What would she have done? Talked to him. She barely spoke two words their entire session together. This one-sided schoolgirl crush was foolish, and way out of character for her. Besides, she had Eddie, and he was funny and kind and pretty good looking and he really listened to her.
As class ended, Professor Brenn announced that he had the graded quizzes to give back. He called the students by name to hand them their quizzes as they left. Eddie held up his quiz for Iris to see on his way out of class. It looked like he had a couple wrong, but the sheet had a big "A" at the top. When Brenn got to her name, he mentioned that she did a great job. She thanked him, noticing his handsome dark eyes. But Iris had already decided to put that nonsense behind her, and quickly left the classroom. As she stepped into the hall she glanced down at the quiz and stopped short. At the bottom of the paper was a note.
Please see me after class
"Are you okay Hon?" Said Eddie, waiting for her in the hall.
"Yeah, you have studio time next, right? You should go ahead. I need to ask the professor something." Said Iris.
"No problem. I'll catch up with you later. Love you."
"You too."
Iris took a second to cool her nerves, then stepped into the classroom. Professor Brenn sat at his desk.
"Miss Shaughnessy, just the person I wanted to talk to." he said.
"Hello." she replied, rather formally.
"Last night's session went really well. It was just what I was looking for. You're going to have to come back for at least a couple more."
"I'm confused. I heard from someone that it was a one-time thing."
"Oh, that's true for most subjects, but for others I need multiple sessions, and I'm going to need more from you. When are you available in the next few days?"
"Well. I have classes most of today and a long lecture tomorrow morning."
"So, you're free tomorrow night."
Iris was numb, once again feeling the choice was being made for her.
"I usually see my boyfriend on Fridays."
"Is that Edward Karr from this class?"
"Yes." she said apprehensively.
"I'm sure he'll understand. He's an art student too."
"I'm actually not an art student."
"Interesting. So tomorrow night, you'll be there at 7." He waited for her agreement.
"Yes."
Iris was in a fog as she left the class and felt anxiety rising in her abdomen, as though something terrible had just happened. She committed to getting over this feeling moments ago, but it was completely out of her control. Wretched pangs of guilt welled inside of her. She had always stuck to her commitments. Those commitments were the reason why she followed Eddie to this university, the reason why she had perfect grades, and the reason why she would marry her first love after they graduated. Her resolve returned as she walked to her next class. It was merely an attraction, a fantasy. Nothing had to come of it. Besides, Professor Brenn had expressed zero interest in her. The money would help Iris a lot and all she needed to do was get through a couple more sessions. If there was any discomfort she could quit.
The next day and a half she spent studying with a totally unnecessary intensity. Iris was already the top student in all her classes, her lowest mark being a 98 from a notoriously challenging professor. That didn't stop her from reading, outlining, and going through the syllabus of each course — looking for assignments to get ahead on. Eddie was working on Friday, so he was completely unaware of Iris's state. She barely slept Thursday night and when she awoke on Friday she jumped right back into her studies. She was desperate to ignore her anxiety over her upcoming session with Professor Brenn. She skipped meals and nearly gave herself a UTI by putting off using the restroom.
6:30 Friday night came, and Iris left her room feeling beside herself with dread. The walk calmed her down slightly from the feelings she had been avoiding, but then she had an awful epiphany. She never showered that day. She remembered getting up and dressing and brushing her teeth and hair. But then she studied and studied and was vaguely aware she would need to shower later, but never did. She unzipped her hoodie halfway revealing a brown camisole and rubbed the pads of her fingers against her armpits. Thankfully, she was unable to smell anything on them.
Iris arrived at the Art Building but was still concerned about her hygiene. The building was almost totally vacant. Even the stairwell lights were on energy saver mode, keeping the steps barely lit. When she reached the first dark landing between floors one and two, she got up the nerve to check what she was really concerned about. Angling her body towards the wall, she shoved her hand into her pants — reaching into her white cotton panties and dragging her fingers along the damp outer lips of her vagina. She sniffed herself.
"Great! I smell like vagina." she said to herself sarcastically.
In resigned acceptance of the situation, Iris started to scale the stairs but had another realization. She stopped and brashly shoved her hand into her pants once more to confirm it. Unfortunately, Iris forgot to wear a pantyliner, and her underwear was slightly moist from the day. At least she had on a thick pair of jeans. She told herself it shouldn't be a problem and continued up the stairs.
The fourth-floor hall was well lit. She checked the Professor's office as she passed, but it was locked so she continued down the hall towards the studio. Iris tried the door of what she thought was the right room, but it too was locked. The adjacent door opened.
"That's the studio for the rest of the faculty. Come in, come in." Said Professor Brenn gesturing expansively.
"Hi Professor." Iris said comfortably.
She was distracted from her nerves, focused on getting to the large sink she noticed last time in the studio.
"Don't call me professor please. It's way too formal."
"No problem Mr. Brenn" She joked. Her anxiety melted away as she washed the smell of vagina off her fingers.
"Heh, we'll work on it." he said.
Just like that, Iris felt much better. She was almost amused by the realization of how overblown her anxiety had been. Brenn escorted her to a platform a couple of feet off the ground and told her to get in a comfortable position. She mounted the platform and sat with her legs crossed. The professor sat about ten feet away from the platform, far enough away that it wouldn't matter if she smelled. Iris was satisfied and at ease for the first time in almost two days. She felt so comfortable that when she switched poses later in the session, she asked the professor if she could take off her hoodie — it was getting hot. He had no problem with the request.
Iris unzipped her hoodie and tossed it on a chair adjacent next to the platform, revealing her tight thin camisole. She sat on the platform perpendicular to Brenn, hugging her legs which were tucked tightly against her chest. He continued sketching but began to seem a little perturbed.
"Alright, you're going to have to make a change." Said Brenn.
"What do you need me to do?" Responded Iris. Holding up her hands in pantomimed preparedness.
"That's a padded bra under your shirt?"
"Yes?"
"It creates an odd effect at the sides with the tight tank top. You need to either put the hoodie back on or lose the bra."
Her immediate instinct was to go for the hoodie, but then looked up at the clock in the back of the room and saw there were only thirty minutes left in the session. Iris didn't know why, but that had an effect on her decision.
"What would prefer?" She asked.
"Take the bra off." He instructed.
She stood up and turned her back to Brenn for privacy. It was a strapless bra so it shouldn't have been too hard to take off while leaving her shirt on. Iris unclasped the bra, planning to pull it out from the bottom of the camisole. But the camisole was tight and her body slightly damp from perspiration, making it nearly impossible to take it off without first pulling up her shirt. She decided to pull it out from the top.
When she attempted it, the bra pulled Iris's breasts out of the camisole leaving them completely exposed. It was fine though, because she was turned away, the most the Professor could have seen was probably a little side-boob before she managed to stuff herself back into the camisole. Once Iris was settled, she moved to throw her bra on the chair with her other clothes. As she did that, she caught Brenn's eyes which were reflected in the night blacked windows in front of her. She stupidly missed that she was reflected from head to toe dark-mirrored windows, and her professor had seen everything.
Dejected, Iris crawled back into her pose. Brenn turned over the page of his sketchpad and jumped onto the platform, surprising her. Once again, he tucked in close and stared intently as he drew her. After a while his focus seemed to fall on her shins and feet.
"One more thing. You need to pull your pant legs up to your knees and lose the socks." he said
Iris took her socks off without question and attempted to pull up a pant leg. But her jeans really were tight, and she was unable to pull them up more than a few centimeters.
"Sorry, these jeans can't really be pulled up." she said.
"Then take them off too."
"I don't think I can do that."
"Not a problem. We had a great session. The check is on the counter on the way out."
"That's it?" Iris asked.
"Yeah. I don't want anyone doing anything that they're uncomfortable with. If we get to that point, I pay them for their time, and everyone can move on."
"Meaning no more future sessions?"
"Obviously."
She looked from Brenn who was still sitting next to her to the clock — twelve minutes left. Iris stood up right in front of him and began to undo her pants. They were so tight that it was hard to remove them gracefully. While she shimmied her hips to pull them down, she had to hold the back of the pants away from her butt so they wouldn't lower her panties along the way. After a great effort, she managed to peel them off — exposing her shapely legs. She unceremoniously chucked the jeans in the general direction of the chair which held her hoodie and bra and got back into position.
Brenn continued drawing immediately, fixing his gaze on Iris's lower half. She was feeling good about her choice. The Professor's demeanor hadn't changed at all, and he had presumably seen plenty of models in way less clothing.
Suddenly, she was reminded of something which had completely slipped her mind — Iris could smell herself. With her forehead now resting on her knees, she was facing her own crotch. The odor seemed to waft up from it. Brenn edged closer to get a better look, and the anxiety which she previously lost returned in full. With horror, she noticed for the first time that he breathed deeply through his nose while sketching, and he was right next to her. There was no way he would miss it.
Brenn inhaled twice through his nose and pursed his lips. Without a word Brenn stood up and left the room. He had smelled her, and his reaction was to leave immediately. Iris sat there waiting in total embarrassment. After a few minutes, she got up and looked down at herself, terrified of what she would see. It was worse than she feared, her thin white underpants had soaked through. They were transparent from her wetness — her dark pubes clearly visible through the thin damp fabric. Because of the wetness, her panties clung so close that even the line of her vagina could be seen.
What had he noticed? She clearly flashed him with the bra mishap, and then what? Were her panties transparent when she stripped off her jeans right in front of him, or did he watch her slowly soak through them as he drew? Feeling quite low, Iris put on her pants and hoodie and stuffed the bra into her purse. She took the check from the counter on her way out.
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