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Brooke Blackmailed 1 - Art Class
  by Delta Venus

Copyright 2010


Brooke had been really freaked out for a few days after receiving the
blackmail letter and pictures. She was calmer now, but still worried.
She thought about the letter constantly. Who had sent it? Was it
someone she knew? What would they ask her to do? Would she be able to
go through with the tasks demanded of her? She looked at all her
friends and classmates differently now. It could be any one of them.
It might be none of them. She had no way of knowing. Not knowing was
torture. She wished whoever it was would hurry up and just ask her to
do whatever it was they wanted her to do, so she could either do it
and be done with the whole affair, or refuse, and take the
consequences. She shuddered thinking about those consequences.

Even freaked out, she had still gone to class, and hung out with her
friends. She didn't want anyone knowing something was the matter, and
she worried that if she didn't act normal, that the blackmailer would
get frightened, or pissed off, and make good on the threat to expose
the phony pictures to anyone and everyone. It was hard to pay
attention in class, with such distracting thoughts occupying her mind.
Perhaps that is why she never noticed anyone putting a note into her
statistics book. Brooke hated statistics, but it was a required course
for psychology majors, and while she hadn't yet declared a major, she
was leaning heavily towards psychology.

She found the note when she opened her book to go over some problems
the teacher had assigned them as homework. She didn't read the note
until later, she quickly tucked it in the back of the book, but she
knew right away what it was. Did someone sneak it in right under her
nose, right here in class? They certainly knew what would be happening
in class that day, because the note was tucked between the pages for
the homework assignment they were going over. The blackmailer could be
here in this very classroom, right now! She thought she would have
noticed the note if it had been put there earlier, but she couldn't
really be sure. Either the blackmailer had access to her things, or
was one hell of a sneak. Maybe both. Either thought was frightening.

After class, Brooke was nearly trembling when she opened up the neatly
folder paper, and read:

Dearest Brooke,

Task number one is at hand.
I know you have free time
tomorrow, so you will go to
the Art Department. You will
volunteer to be a figure
model for art class at 2pm.
They are already expecting
you. I'm sure the sketches
and paintings will be lovely!

Love,

Omega  [Omega Symbol]

/What the fuck?/ Brooke thought. /Is that all? I can model for an art
class, no big deal. There must be something more to it than that.
There has to be a catch.../

There was no catch. Brooke just didn't know what a figure model did,
or she would have been a little on edge. She enjoyed teasing people
with her sexy figure, but she was always wearing clothes when she did
so, at the very least a swimsuit. She had never been completely naked
in front of strangers, only boyfriends, and a girlfriend or two. Even
then only when they were alone and getting intimate, usually in the
dark. The closest she had come to being naked for a stranger was being
topless in front of the woman who had done her nipple piercings, and
the sexy lady who had sold her her car, who was the reason she got the
piercings. Brooke had been quite embarassed and flustered, especially
by some of the remarks the two of them had made, during that episode.

She enjoyed her false sense of calm for most of the afternoon, then
curiosity got the better of her. There had to be something about this
task, or the blackmailer wouldn't be asking her to do it. She Googled
"figure model", and still wasn't getting it, lots of body builder
types in skimpy outfits. She had walked around outside in stuff like
that, no big deal. Then some of the links lower on the search results
caught her eye. Nudes. Nude started to figure prominently in the text,
and the pictures at the sites were of naked men and women in various
poses. Nothing pornographic, art was a frequently used term, and a lot
of it did look arty, but definitely nude. She added "art class" to her
search, and all the links featured nudes.

/So that's the hook!/ She would have to pose naked for a bunch of art
students to draw. The idea made her nervous, but wasn't horrifying. It
wasn't something she would have chosen to do, but she thought she
could handle it. It might even be fun, after all she did enjoy showing
off a little, and teasing. This would be a little outside her comfort
zone, but Brooke generally believed being pushed just a little was a
good thing. Too bad it was some blackmailing pervert doing the
pushing!

She did a little research and reading on the subject, since she was
already looking. She got a few good tips for first timers, things like
bring a robe for changing, and avoid poses with arms up if the pose
has to be held for a long time. She read about some first time
experiences, all of them shared being nervous at the beginning, but
getting used to it over time. She looked at some poses to get an idea
of what to do. Having the art class to focus on, she pretty much
forgot that this was only the first task, and there were more to come
afterwards. She slept well that night, having managed to put the
blackmailer out of her mind.

Art class was a little more intense than she had planned for. It went
pretty much like the stuff she had read about on the net said it
would, but while everyone had said they were nervous the first time,
she hadn't been prepared for just how nervous she herself would be.
She showed up dressed a little more conservatively than she usually
dressed, guessing that once it was over she would pretty much be done
with showing off for a while. She wore a dark blue dress, a little
lighter than navy, that came below her knees and showed no cleavage.
For shoes she wore pair of slip on tennis shoes in blue. Underneath
her dress, a plain pair of white cotton panties and matching bra, not
quite "granny panties", but not far off. She brought a heavy blue
cotton bath robe for when she changed clothes.

The art department was bustling, and the cute blonde receptionist
quickly pointed her to a professor's office when she checked in,
saying "Oh, you're the replacement. He's expecting you."

The office was typical college, slightly bigger than a closet, but not
much. The walls were covered with art of various types, no one style
stood out. Some was quite good, other stuff was obviously the work of
students. At least that is what Brooke's untrained eye thought, and
she was mostly right.

She rapped lightly on the open door, and was almost assaulted by rapid
fire speech. "Ah! Your Mary's replacement. So sorry to hear she took
ill. Have you done any modeling before? No? That's OK, we'll show you
the ropes. The job pays $40 for the hour cash money today, under the
table, or we can pay you $50 over, but it will take three weeks to get
paid, and they'll deduct from it. You can decide afterwards."

The man firing words at her like a machine gun was short and skinny,
mostly bald, and other than he was old, it was hard to say what his
age really was. His hands were stained with paint or ink, maybe both,
and so were his well-worn faded jeans and ratty looking collared t-
shirt. Colored pencils flowed out of the pocket of the shirt, and
paintbrushes were protruding from the holed pockets of the jeans.

"Come along, come along, we don't want to be late!" He led Brooke down
the hall with rapid strides, walking faster than seemed possible for
such a short man, to a classroom, and ducked hurriedly inside. He
didn't seem capable of doing anything slowly. Several students were
already there, setting up paper and canvas on easels, and there was
room for perhaps twenty more. The room was small, but bigger than the
office, and featured a small raised podium at the front, maybe
eighteen inches high, where a chalk or white board would typically be
in a lecture room. Her guide pointed to a door at the side of the
podium.

"You can change in there, then come on out and we'll get you placed on
the podium for your poses. We'll put you through a few different ones,
both to keep you from getting fatigued from holding a pose too long,
and also to give everyone several different things to draw. You've got
a few minutes to catch your breath, but we start class promptly at
two."

Brooke thought he was the one who needed to catch his breath, but was
glad of the extra minute or two to prepare herself. She went into the
changing room, this time it was a closet, and the only furnishing was
a chair. She took off her clothes, including the shoes, placed them
neatly on the chair, and put on her robe. She took several deep
breaths, trying to slow her heart down, it was beating a little fast.
She was nervous. She was about to be naked in front of a room full of
people she had never met. At least she hoped she had never met them.
She didn't know what she would do if someone she knew was in the
class! That would really be embarrassing. A quick knock on the door
let her know it was time.

She came out of the changing area, and the first thing she noticed was
that the room was now full of students, and they were all staring at
her! /Calm down, they aren't staring, they are just looking. Of
course, you are what they will be drawing, they need to look at you,
quit being silly!/ she thought. It didn't help. They still seemed to
be staring, checking her out. She walked to the middle of the podium,
and stepped up on it.

"OK, OK. Class, this is our model for today, Brooke. If you need to
get a closer look at her, please feel free to do so, but stay off the
podium. No touching. If you'd like to see her in a different pose,
please ask, and we'll have her change things up. OK? OK. I know you
all know the rules, but I've got to say them each time, regardless.
Now, Brooke, please remove the robe, and pose for us standing up. Keep
your feet about shoulder width apart, cock your hip to one side, like
this, and put that hand on your hip. Keep the other loose and out of
the way. Thank you."

Brooke dropped the robe, very aware that every eyeball in the room was
now focused on her naked body. She was about to get into the pose the
instructor had told her to when he burst out talking again.

"No, no! This won't do. I'm sorry, but we need you natural for these
poses, you can't be wearing any jewelry. I should have made that
clear, yes I should have. No matter! Please remove it, and then assume
the pose we need. Thank you!"

Jewelry? Brooke wasn't wearing any jewelry that day, except... /Oh,
shit! My nipple rings! He means my nipple rings!/ Her hands were
trembling as she removed the rings from her nipples, there on display
for the whole class. She was blushing fiercely, although with her
color of skin it didn't show too much. Her nipples got hard as rocks,
and the rest of her body also responded to the stimulation of fumbling
the rings out of the holes, and the embarrassing situation. She could
feel that her pussy was puffy, the inner pink quite likely protruding
just a little, and she was quite moist. /Oh, God! How am I going to
handle being like this for an hour?/ She put on a brave face, placed
the rings into the pocket of her robe, and assumed the pose. She was
sure everyone could see that she was excited. Her legs were just far
enough apart to reveal her pussy, especially with her hip cocked, and
even if they couldn't see that, her nipples were sticking out like fat
pencil erasers, and easy for all to notice.

This was far more intense than wearing revealing clothes, giving a
quick flash of intimate parts quickly covered up. She was totally
exposed, thirty strangers could see every part of her. There were
maybe ten girls in the class, the rest were guys. Not only were they
looking at everything she had to offer, they did so with openly
critical looks, and they didn't just stay in their seats, either. They
walked up to the podium, and stared right at whatever part of her they
wanted to, and it seemed like the part they were most interested in
was her swollen, puffy pussy. Her breasts and erect nipples were
certainly looked at, too, but it felt like every guy came up as close
as he could, and stared right at her squishy slot.

She was wet, and could feel the juices glistening on her inner lips,
which were now definitely peeking out from between her outer labia. /
Fuck, they are getting one hell of a show!/ thought Brooke. /I can't
wait until this is over. I'm mortified! I've never been so embarrassed
in my life./

After about 15 minutes, the instructor had her assume a new pose. This
one was worse. She was reclined on a sofa bench he hauled over from
the edge of the classroom, leaning on her side, facing the students.
One leg bent at the knee, and raised, touching the back of the sofa,
the other dangling off the sofa to the font. She didn't think she
could have been more exposed if she had just laid down on her back and
spread her legs as wide as they would go. With this pose her pubic
area was well exposed, and totally on display. Brooke had tried to
keep her eyes focused on nothing, somewhere at the back of the room,
both to avoid eye contact with the students, and so she wouldn't see
just how much of herself was being displayed. She had accidentally
taken a peek while she was getting into this pose, and saw that her
inner pinkness was very visible, and that she was indeed glistening.
That was the only word for it, under the bright lights of the art
classroom, her pink parts were glistening like early morning dew on
the grass under bright sunshine.

She kept hoping the nervousness would either go away, or at least keep
her from being excited. It didn't. In fact her level of embarrassment
kicked up a notch when she felt a drop of juice slide from her pussy
lips, and trickle down to hit the sofa. /Oh, my God!/ She breathed
slowly and deeply, trying to think of anything else but her arousal
and embarrassment. Just when she thought she might be getting some
control of her body, a dorky looking guy walked up from his easel, and
stood right in front of her, obviously staring right at her honey hole
and the juices that were leaking from it. He kept his face still, not
giving away what he was doing, but he blew a sharp, hard breath right
on her pussy! /Motherfucker!/

The cold sharp evaporative power of the breath made her lips swell
even more as blood flowed in to try and combat the cooling. She almost
flinched, but she was concentrating so hard on not moving, and trying
to ignore all the people looking at her, that she never budged. She
did quickly think about ratting this nerdy asshole out to the
instructor, but the sudden thought that he might be the blackmailer
kept her from doing so. When she didn't react, he blew again, a little
longer, but just as strongly, and her pussy couldn't help but react.
She could feel her clit starting to peak out of its hiding place,
swollen and very tender. The dork sat back down, but other guys came
up to take his place, and stare. Even two of the girls approached, and
looked her over carefully, and she would swear that their eyes all
lingered quite a while on her exposed, now very engorged and
sensitive, private parts.

The next pose, which turned out to be the last, wasn't as bad. She was
on all fours, her side to the students. Her pussy was still visible,
but only when they walked around to the side of the podium to look.
This didn't happen as often, but it did happen. One of the other guys
knew the breath trick, too, and blew on her exposed pussy and anus
with considerable force. It evaporated some of her juices, which kept
her very sensitive and swollen, and tickled her puckered asshole, too.

When the class ended Brooke was still nervous, very aroused, and quite
embarrassed. She threw her robe on quickly, and was in the changing
room in a flash. She had never dressed so quickly in her life. When
she emerged, the students were all gone, but some of the artwork was
still on the easels. Most of the likenesses were quite good, but
Brooke only noticed that they had indeed captured her arousal, and the
drawings, and one roughed in painting, clearly showed her very erect
nipples and her puffy pussy with its protruding pinkness. She was
blushing hard as she practically ran out of the art department, so
flustered she forgot about getting paid, and the cute blonde
receptionist had to flag her down.

"Miss, Miss. Miss! Your money, don't forget your money! We need you to
sign these forms, too."

Brooke quickly scrawled her signature on the forms the blond showed
her, collected the $40, and had to force herself not to run as she
left the building in a hurry. She was hoping and praying she wouldn't
bump into any of the students on her way off campus, and felt lucky
and relieved when she didn't. /At least I don't know any of them, none
of them share any of my classes!/ she thought.

She drove home, a little too quickly, but she got there fine. She had
a glass of wine to try and relax, then a belt or two of booze when the
wine didn't do the trick. She wasn't much of an early drinker, but she
really felt the need to have something steady her nerves. It helped a
little, but she was still aroused, which bothered her. /How can
something that made me feel so nervous and embarrassed turn me on so
much?/ she wondered. It finally took a hot bath, and more importantly,
a hard spay of water focused on her swollen clit wringing a few really
strong orgasms from her body, to finally unwind the tension. She fell
asleep that night, still a little disturbed by the day's events.

The next day, on returning home from school, she found a long
cardboard tube with the mail, the type that blueprints and posters are
put inside to keep them from being damaged. She pulled out a rolled up
sheet of paper to find a very well done color copy of what was
probably the best drawing done in the art class, and a small note. The
drawing was top notch, the artist had captured her perfectly. The face
was flawless, showing her nervous excitement well, and was almost
photographic in quality - there was no mistaking who it was a drawing
of. The rest of the drawing was just as well executed, you could even
make out the tiny holes in her very erect nipples where the rings she
wore would go. Needless to say the pussy was just as well done, with
her inner lips prominent and her clit just peeking out from under its
hood, and juicy, it was obvious she had been quite wet, and the
drawing showed it perfectly.

The note was short.

Sexy Brooke,
I copied the best drawing
from the class. It turned
out even better than I had
hoped. Task two soon!

Love,

Omega  [Omega Symbol]

/Oh, shit... Shit! What fucking next! I'm doomed.../


       DV

http://deltavenus.smutisp.com/

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