This is what many had come for. The lights dimmed and the ‘mystery model’ appeared on-screen, decked out in stylish apparel popular when most of the students were babies. A ripple of laughter greeted Petra’s clothing: baggy sequined blue jeans, gathered at the ankle to show cork-soled wedge heels; a bare midriff below a small, cropped tank top with tiny straps containing ample breasts; and, a big, ugly purse.
The guys didn’t laugh. They saw nice tits pressing against her top, with their rounded swell partly visible below it. The model’s pouty pink mouth looked inviting, puckered up for a kiss. The next slide came in closer and distinctly revealed raised nipples pushed tight against the white top, with round areolae announcing that she was braless.
More pictures followed, now with a tall blonde, joining the brunette. She was every bit as provocative. The girls laughed at her loud leopard print crop-top, while the guys strained to find her raised points and protruding lower breasts. A closer shot satisfied their curiosity.
“New Millennium fashion and art is a melange of colours, styles and patterns. Anything goes, and today’s popular look will be replaced by the next trend tomorrow. Blame it on the speed of change in a wireless world. As a result, the arts scene in the New Millennium is almost impossible to categorize or simplify. Instead, we’ll sample its variety this week.”
The professor continued.
“Yes, fashion for young men changed fast in this period too. But, you probably still see some guys dressed this way, right?”
Up came a projected image of Mr. Dennison, wearing big, tinted shades, and dressed in ‘skater’ apparel. The students howled at his sullen poses and the vast extent of monogrammed underwear above his baggy cargo pants. His hair was spiked, and his thumbs hooked arrogantly on his chain belt.
“Cool is everything!” Edwards joked, “Like style in the arts, where ‘cool’ changes as quickly as in fashion. More pictures?… Here are the three of them together now, just ‘hanging out’, or maybe ‘hooking up’, typical relationships in the New Millennium. It looks like Skater Dude plans to get lucky with these two willing bimbos!
After gales of laughter, the professor moved on.
“There are lots more slides to come this week. But remember, your final assignments are due Friday. If you choose to present your Fine Arts work for the class the following week, you must schedule fifteen minutes in one of the three classes by Friday. Now, let’s continue.”
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Petra and her best girlfriend Emmeline were excited on Friday evening. They’d been waiting almost two weeks to model all the erotic underthings which they’d bought with William and Ronald’s pooled money. The girls were eager to see their reactions.
After hugs and kisses in the front hallway, the girls noticed that the two guys were on edge. They seemed preoccupied and more than once Petra spotted them looking around nervously.
In the lounge, Edwards and Dennison had gone all-out to create a realistic backdrop for tonight’s pictures. Using striped sheets suspended from rods across the ceiling, they’d fashioned a tent-like setting, an Arabian tent. Inside it was filled with fat pillows and cushions of every kind, and draped with expensive fabrics.
“Oh my god! Where did you get all this stuff?” Petra exclaimed. “It looks like we’re at a desert oasis.”
“Mostly from my friend at the college’s Theatre Department. They ran ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ two years ago and had everything we needed. Neat, eh?”
“I’ll say!” Emma replied. “More like amazing!”
Petra could see that Ronald was more relaxed now, though William seemed to be looking back toward the bedroom hallway a lot. Then he began to set up his camera for the first set and his concentration returned.
“You’re going to enjoy the lingerie shoot,” William said a little too loudly. “We decided to make it really special tonight so that everybody here gets into the erotic mood of the thing. I hope that we all enjoy it.”
Petra and Emmeline didn’t realize that ‘everybody’ was now five people, one of them hidden in the closet by the entry to the bedroom hallway. Bruce McGuire was crammed in there, with the door ajar a few inches to afford himself a good view of the entire lounge area. The professor and his friend had carefully rearranged the room to give him an unobstructed angle into the tent. McGuire’s heart was already thumping in anticipation. Two gorgeous models! He wasn’t expecting that!
“Ronald will bring us all some drinks. Then we’ll talk about the shoot. I see by your bags that you brought everything. We’re eager to see it on you,” William said to the models.
“And off,” Dennison joked truthfully.
A few minutes later the four of them sat closely on the sofa, aligned for a direct view from McGuire’s closet. He could see the young women with their coats off now, a striking brunette and a stunning blonde. Their skirts were short and their legs long. Bruce could feel himself stiffening at the thought of their naked flesh.
They sipped wine and scotch for a while as the professor described the photo sequence ahead. He spoke loudly enough to give the hidden voyeur a playbook for tonight’s action.
“This shoot is all about erotic lingerie. We’ll begin with longer gowns and heels, depending on what you brought with you. Then, we’ll move on to tighter things like corsets or basques and garter belts with stockings. We’ll have some refreshment before we head into the last features- skimpy bras and tiny panties. For the grand finale, you’ll be nude together, with only your stilettos.”
Then it was time to get underway. While Professor Edwards fiddled with lighting and camera, the girls went to the bathroom for their makeup and first change. Meanwhile, Ronald slipped into the main bedroom to don his sultan costume, while William whispered to the man in the closet.
“After the final nude shots, we’ll get them in one bedroom changing while I sneak you out. They can’t know that you’ve been here.”
“Got it. This is going to be fantastic! Two gorgeous broads!”
“Well, enjoy it. This only comes once. Remember that.”
After about fifteen minutes everybody has reassembled in the lounge. Ronald looked like Lawrence of Arabia and the two young women appeared to be part of a sultan’s harem. Petra’s diaphanous long white gown contrasted sharply with Emmeline’s sheer black wrap, both chosen to highlight their hair colour. They were strewn with dazzling costume jewelry on their necks, wrists and ankles- right above their towering, spiked heels.
“Perfect everyone. Ronald, sit cross-legged by the tent entry. I may have you move the spots from time-to-time. Girls, come to the entry with your backs to me, looking over your shoulders…. Ready now?… And begin. Hold hands and give me a sexy smile… good. Now look down at Ronald the same way. Big grin, Sultan.
Now turn to face me. Chests out and lean forward a bit…. Nice cleavages…. A bit to the right now with your bums facing your Master. Push them out while he admires… good. Now hand-in-hand stroll slowly in front of the tent… and turn… then back to the other side of Ronald.