A Model Life - Pop His Cherry
This post is dedicated to a great friend of mine whose engagement party I am going to in a couple of weeks.
So back in the Uni days, when I was modelling for the TAFE in Orange, I held the longest pose I have ever held. I had posed for this class a number of times and knew many of them well. Their tutor asked me to pose for their painting assessment.
Turns out I had to hold one pose for an 8 hour day, for 3 days.
I still remember vividly how that pose went. I sat on a large wicker chair with a high back (yes I had a cushion under my arse, but still the patterns on my skin were spectacular), both arms were resting on the chair arms, the right foot was on the floor and the left was up on a block. There were lots of pieces of fabric and stuff for the pretty setting etc. The three days were spread over a week I think, and a lot were painting with oils which takes time to dry. I did get lots of breaks and such, and the class were good at 'correcting' me whenever I sat back down for the long haul.
Now, at the same time, I was also mentioning to various friends that I stood around nude for money. One guy friend asked me how to get in on the action (the paid to stand around naked bit, minds out of the gutter please people) so I got him in touch with the various people who booked me.
He managed to land his very first modelling gig at the TAFE in Orange. He asked me for a few pointers and info to placate his nerves. I told him about the timeless hot pink bathrobe which was available to wear in between poses (the height of fashion) and the storeroom/ closet where you got undressed.
So when he got back from his modelling session I eagerly asked him how it went. He'd gone in to the storeroom and changed, put on the hot pink bathrobe (which he apparently came to quite like!) and walked out to face the class, get naked and pose. Now, I'm sure he was nervous and had little idea of what he was going to be doing, but he stepped up on the the raised block to pose, took off the robe and looked up.
Around the entire room, everywhere he looked, were pictures of me naked. AWKWARD!
When he got to this part of the story, he had hesitated, but once it came out, I laughed so hard I wasn't sure I could breathe properly. Every time he turned around there was another view of my nakedness.
Ahhh, I never got to draw him naked... maybe I should ask too at his engagement party? Or not. Still makes me grin imagining that moment, him surrounded by an army of painted me's :p
So back in the Uni days, when I was modelling for the TAFE in Orange, I held the longest pose I have ever held. I had posed for this class a number of times and knew many of them well. Their tutor asked me to pose for their painting assessment.
Turns out I had to hold one pose for an 8 hour day, for 3 days.
I still remember vividly how that pose went. I sat on a large wicker chair with a high back (yes I had a cushion under my arse, but still the patterns on my skin were spectacular), both arms were resting on the chair arms, the right foot was on the floor and the left was up on a block. There were lots of pieces of fabric and stuff for the pretty setting etc. The three days were spread over a week I think, and a lot were painting with oils which takes time to dry. I did get lots of breaks and such, and the class were good at 'correcting' me whenever I sat back down for the long haul.
Now, at the same time, I was also mentioning to various friends that I stood around nude for money. One guy friend asked me how to get in on the action (the paid to stand around naked bit, minds out of the gutter please people) so I got him in touch with the various people who booked me.
He managed to land his very first modelling gig at the TAFE in Orange. He asked me for a few pointers and info to placate his nerves. I told him about the timeless hot pink bathrobe which was available to wear in between poses (the height of fashion) and the storeroom/ closet where you got undressed.
So when he got back from his modelling session I eagerly asked him how it went. He'd gone in to the storeroom and changed, put on the hot pink bathrobe (which he apparently came to quite like!) and walked out to face the class, get naked and pose. Now, I'm sure he was nervous and had little idea of what he was going to be doing, but he stepped up on the the raised block to pose, took off the robe and looked up.
Around the entire room, everywhere he looked, were pictures of me naked. AWKWARD!
When he got to this part of the story, he had hesitated, but once it came out, I laughed so hard I wasn't sure I could breathe properly. Every time he turned around there was another view of my nakedness.
Ahhh, I never got to draw him naked... maybe I should ask too at his engagement party? Or not. Still makes me grin imagining that moment, him surrounded by an army of painted me's :p