Chapter 8

“You’ve never posed before?” she asked.

“No never,” I said.

“You’re a natural. Your body is so flexible. Do you think you could pose in some different positions for me? Maybe raunchier, like the ones Amanda did?”

“Sure,” I said, eager to have her eyes on me. I quickly dropped the robe.

“Here, sit on this stool for me.” She dragged one over from the kitchen.

She had me sitting on the edge with my knees up and my arms hugging my legs. She positioned my heels apart so she could see my pussy. My breasts were mashed up, bulging from my sides. Again, her pencil flew wildly over the paper. Then she took a photo and started on another sketch.

I loved it. Loved the feel of this woman’s gaze on my body. Half an hour flew by before she asked me to lie back on the table with my head hanging over the side, my breasts straining upward, my stomach sucked in tight, one leg up and open, and my hair dangling on the floor.

I couldn’t hold that one for too long as the blood rushed to my head.