Chapter 10 Aprils Offer

The next day was Friday. Matt was in class and working, and I had my three non-econ classes that day. I arrived home around 4pm, tired but nervous about dinner. What should I wear? How dressy should I be?

I looked through the clothes in my closet. In the end I decided to go casual and picked out a maroon shirt dress that fell just below my knees. I slipped on a pair of flats and slipped them on. I went to the bathroom and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. Looking in the mirror I smiled a bit. I looked good in this low-key dress. I unbuttoned one more button. It was still tasteful, but just a hint of the top of my breasts showed now.

I gathered a few things, my phone, my wallet, and my econ textbook, and dropped them in my backpack. I walked out of the apartment and put the professor's address into my phone to request an Uber.

Thirty minutes later the driver pulled up to beautiful modern house in a heavily wooded residential area. As I thanked the driver, I thought to myself that the professor and his wife have good taste - and have done really well for themselves.

I rang the doorbell and waited for a moment. The professor opened the door and gave me a friendly "Please come in April." I smiled politely but nervously, never having been invited to dinner with a professor before. I glanced around as I stepped into the entryway. There were several beautiful drawings on the wall, abstract nudes.

Just then the professor's wife stepped into the entryway and shook my hand "Good evening April, I'm Abbey, Ted's wife." I gave her an almost shy smile as I shook her hand. She was about my height, early 50s I would guess, and stunning - one of those people who attracted, no demanded, attention when she walked into a room.

The professor gave a polite smile "Please join us for a drink? Dinner is almost ready."

I followed them into a room with floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city. Abbey smiled a bit as she saw my reaction. "You like the view?" I nodded, commenting "I didn't realize we were this high up on the hill. The view is amazing!"

The professor asked "white wine ok?"

I nodded and he handed me a glass. I glanced around and noticed more artwork, similar to that in the entryway. Almost all were figures, some were nudes, others clothed. All were beautifully done.

The professor smiled a bit, watching me. "Do you like the artwork?"

I nodded "Yes, it's very beautiful."

Abbey did all of these. She's quite an artist. She's had some prominent shows in New York too.

Abbey shook her head "He's always embarrassing me. I'm not that good. I just love to draw and sketch."

I looked at her "Are you kidding? They're amazing!"

Just then a timer sounded in the kitchen, and I was invited to the dining room for dinner.

We had a lovely dinner of fish, roast vegetables, and fresh homemade bread with plenty of conversation about the research group, economic policy, and economic research. By the end of dinner I had agreed to join the Professor's research group to help him and a PhD student on a project on the modern-day economic impacts of the 1908 flu pandemic. I was on cloud nine. It was such a huge opportunity and honor!

Throughout dinner Abbey had been mostly quiet, occasionally offering commentary in the conversation, but mostly observing us, or more correctly, me much of the time. I blushed a few times when I saw her seeming to study me as the professor and I talked.

After we cleared the dinner table the professor excused himself for a moment, leaving Abbey and I alone in the kitchen. She was smiling softly at me as she asked "Would you like to see some more pictures, more intimate drawings I've done?"

I nodded, though I was confused. More intimate? Than nudes?

Abbey led me down a hallway and explained "I have a few in my studio, follow me."

I followed her down the hall noting a beautiful collection of original landscape photography on the wall. Was that an Ansel Adams original?

She led me into her studio and I was struck by how wonderful it was. There were drawings stacked on the table, framed drawings leaning in stacks against walls, a chair, a couch, and a platform, I guessed for posing the subjects on, multiple easels. It was what I imagined an artist's studio would look like.

Abbey led me to a table against the wall and showed me the top drawing. I gasped slightly and cheeks flushed a bit. The subject was a female lying on her back, legs spread, with the view being of someone looking up at her between her legs. The detail was amazing, and it was so sensual. The subject's vulva were open, her arousal clear in the drawing.

Abbey stood next to me, barely touching my arm with hers as she asked softly "Do you like it?"

I nodded a bit and paused, then replied softly, stammering slightly "Y-yes. It's so intimate, so detailed."

Abbey rolled that drawing up and showed me the next one, a drawing of another young woman lying down, this time on her side. Her eyes were closed, her lips open. One hand was on her breast, seeming to be squeezing it. One knee was up, exposing her mound.

Abbey said nothing and rolled that drawing up too. The next one was of a woman - older it seemed. The drawing showed her torso, but no head. What shocked me most was that she was riding a hard cock, which was shown clearly entering her. The perspective was from what her partner would have seen looking up at her.

I gasped more loudly and bit my lip before murmuring "Oh my..."

Abbey smiled and slipped a hand around my shoulder, commenting softly "You like that one don't you?"

I managed to stammer "I-it's very, um, intimate...."

Abbey chuckled a bit "I don't usually show these to guests, but I could tell watching you at dinner that you're a very sensual person."

I stared at the picture, blushing. I stammered a bit "You, um, drew them while they, well, did it?"

Abbey smiled a bit more and whispered "I'll let you in on a secret that not many know. That's me. I drew it from a picture Ted took."

I said nothing and squirmed, biting my lip. She was showing me a drawing of herself riding her husband?

Abbey kept her hand around my shoulder and let me look at the picture for a moment before she commented softly, matter-of-factory "I would like you to model for me April. Would you be interested?"

I stammered again "Model? Me? You mean for pictures like these?"

She rolled the picture up, showing me another one, this one of a woman on her hands and knees, viewed from behind, looking up between her legs, again clearly aroused, her breasts hanging down, nipples stiff. I squirmed, my own nipples stiffening and becoming clearly visible through my dress.

Abbey smiled "Well, ideally yes. You would be so sensual. But if you wanted to start with a more standard nude, we could do that and see if you're comfortable. And this is of course a paid position, and it has nothing to do with Ted's offer of joining his group. If you don't want to model for me, that's fine. You can still work for Ted. I haven't actually told him that I'm asking you. I was just so taken with your sensuality at dinner. You'd be perfect for a project that I'm on a deadline to complete.

I squirmed, unsure. I knew my face was flushed. I looked at Abbey and found her smiling softly at me. "I'm flattered, but I'm not sure. I mean, I'd be so nervous. And everyone would see my naked body."

Abbey continued to smile softly at me. "We could do one where you face is either not visible or is blurred out. Abbey shuffled through the pictures and showed me one of a woman, viewed again from between her legs, her fingers buried in her pussy, her hips thrust up, back arched. She appeared to be cumming, but her face was blurred, almost as if was past the focal plane of a camera and was blurred out. "It could be something like this, though maybe not this pose."

I chewed on my lip a bit, squirming, my face flushing deeper.

Abbey added quietly "I pay $100/hour for basic nude sessions, and most sessions are one to three hours. For these more erotic ones I pay more. For some projects I have to take pictures to work from later, but then I delete the pictures. The model also receives five percent of gross sales from prints. The project I'm working on now has a pre negotiated price of $5000 per drawing if the client approves of them, and no prints are to be made. He gets the only copy there will ever be."

I hesitated. $100/hour? And five percent of $5000 was $250. That was a lot of money. And no one would know it was me, right? And no prints made at all?

I heard myself say softly "I -- I'd like to try it." What? Was that me that just said that??

Just then Ted came in "Oh, there you are. I wondered what happened to the two of you." He saw Abbey showing me the pictures and saw me flushed. He raised an eyebrow as he said "Abbey, you're showing off your best work?"

Abbey smiled at him. "I'll have you know that I was watching her during dinner, and she'd be perfect for the Chan project. So sensual yet innocent, just the right body type. She'd be great."

I bit my lip again as she talked about me like that.

Ted sighed "Well, it's a free country April, and you're welcome to be a model for Abbey if you'd like. Just know that my offer to have you join the group is not in any way contingent on this, and that she has to pay you a fair market wage for this."

I smiled, still flushed and replied in a quiet, small voice "I actually want to give it a try Professor...."

He smiled at me and nodded. Well that's great then as I know Abbey has really struggled to find someone for the last series. When are you thinking of starting?"

Abbey spoke up before I could respond "How about tonight April? We could do a first portrait style one so that I could show the client and see if he agrees that you're perfect."

I blinked, surprised. "T-tonight? As in, like now?" Why was I stammering like an idiot? This was an opportunity to make quite a bit of money!

Abbey smiled softly and spoke gently "Only if you're comfortable with it. If you need to think it over, that's ok."

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and then nodded. "I don't have plans - I could start tonight."