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Hello, my name is Elise and I am an artist, the stereotypical starving artist and everything. Always looking for ways to find money to help me buy more paint. I paint, sculpt, write, take pictures, pretty much any artistic activity I will do. I attend workshops often and this is how I became a muse. One day I was painting a still life in a room full of other artists at our local art studio. I was still painting at 9:00, when the studio closes. I was so focused on my work I had not realized everyone else had left and it had become dark outside. I only came out of my focused trance when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Looking up I saw it was Jason, a fellow artist who also worked as a model for figure drawing and painting. There was a reason he was a model here, he was extremely handsome and sexy. He was tall and had a very strong body that was golden from the sun and mysterious Acıbadem escort eyes. I could not help but look over his body at that moment before he said, “Elise, it is closing hours why are you still here?” Stunned and confused I looked outside saying, “Oh wow I’m so sorry I guess I lost track of time. I will clean up right away.” I immediately started to clean up my spot quickly because I felt hurried by Jason just standing there watching me. I could feel his eyes comb over my body, looking from the top of my golden blonde hair down to my breasts – they are 36Cs and, if I can say so, extremely sexy – down to my ass and long legs. I was a bit frazzled by his intense stare but at the same time it caused me to tease him, by bending over for a paintbrush that “accidentally” fell and in the process showing some cleavage. When I was finally Kaynarca escort bayan ready to I turned to him and told him that I would be leaving. He seemed to come out of a daze and said distractedly, “OK, I guess I will see you later then.” “Yep! Bye” I answered hoping to myself that we would and next time it would be more than admiring each other. I walked down the hall with my art supplies in hand and when I reached the door I heard Jason call my name. “Elise, wait!” I waited and when he reached me he said frankly, “Elise you have a very nice body and as an artist myself I know you must need more cash. So why don’t you be a model like me here. It pays really well and you don’t have to do much.” Expecting him to say something completely different I thought for a minute and replied, “I don’t know Jason, naked in front of all those Escort Aydınlı people?” “Artists are professional Elise, you should know that more than anyone else. And I think you would enjoy showing off that body.” With that he put a note in my hand and left. Halfway down the hall he turned, while walking backwards and said with a wink, “It’s the other models you have to watch out for.” My heart fluttered at this a bit and decided I would think about it over the weekend and give him an answer by the number he gave me when I had come to my conclusion. I got home and realized it was true, I didn’t have much at all and soon I would need to find a full time job for money, and then I wouldn’t be able to paint as much. So after the weekend ended I called Jason and asked when I could model. He told me the next day at 11:00 would be good for the studio and told me to wear something loose with no bra or underwear in the hours before because artists didn’t like any lines on their figure’s body. I arrived 5 minutes early and was told by an employee to remove my clothes in the dressing room connecting the room where I would pose, then to go into the room and someone would direct me to pose.

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