It was a mix of curiosity and desire for beer money that made Jake notice the art school's ad for figure models. A junior in college, he was still in the throes of sexual experimentation, and couldn't shake the idea of being exposed for the sole purpose of being studied.
Being quite attractive, and having a solid resume, Jake easily got an interview, and then the job. Another of the figure models walked him through what was to be expected of him, and Jake was told to return the following Tuesday.
He was increasingly jittery in the days leading up to his first pose, although it was hardly from discomfort. He found himself dreaming of himself completely bare in front of a group of his peers, eyes all fixed on his skin.
The day arrived, and Jake showed up ten minutes early. He sat in a reception area, palms sweating a bit. One of the professors waved him in with a smile. As they walked to the changing room, she explained one more time what was expected of him. Mostly it just involved his absolute stillness. He was shown into a changing room, where he closed the door and undressed. He grabbed a white robe from the wall and stepped out, ready to begin.
Jake's younger sister, Samantha, had always been artistic. His younger sister by two years, she possessed distinguished drawing skills from a young age. Though studying chemistry in the same college as Jake, she continued to hone her craft on the side with the art department. In retrospect, Jake did not know why he never considered that she might show up that night.
As Jake walked into the studio where he would be posing, he almost immediately locked eyes with Samantha, and shared with her a look of horror.
"Good evening class," the professor began with complete unawareness of this development. "I'd like to introduce tonight's model, Jake. It is very kind of him to agree to posing for you tonight, and we greatly appreciate it. Without further ado, let's begin."
That was the cue for him to undress. He stood paralyzed. In his peripheral vision, he saw Samantha looking at him with the same expression of disbelief. His mind erratically tried to decide whether he should go through with this. He had agreed to do the job, but his sister...
"Is everything alright?" the professor asked.
"Uh, yeah," Jake said, snapped out of his stupor. He was too embarrassed to explain, and without thinking he put his hands on the hem of the robe and dropped it off his shoulders.