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Chapter 4: A Model Life

The young rabbit yawned deeply. She had stayed up far too late this time. Outside crickets chirped happily while the full moon shone down from overhead illuminating the quiet town in softly glowing light. She looked to the time and was surprised to find it was nearly two in the morning. She turned off her computer and walked into the kitchen yawning once more with the back of her paw held to her mouth.

She washed out her coffee mug and set the ceramic vessel of her own making into the drying rack. She could hear her computer making a soft whir that tapered off and then almost inaudibly clicked into silence as it fully turned off behind her. She yawned again barely able to keep her eyes open.

She had so much she wanted to add to her blog tonight, she hoped she had done enough. It was almost impossible to tell it all but she was in no rush. She just needed to be honest and the story would come out on its own accord.

Quietly she padded to her bedroom and changed into her silken evening garments. At last she moved to her bed and slowly slid under the covers curling up into the warm ball of fluff she found there which murred softly in his sleep at her presence. She lightly kissed his cheek knowing he would not respond then fell off into peaceful oblivion.

"I've always been amazed at the pleasure the unexpected brings. When presented with them we resist and fight back so hard to keep things the way they were. Yet, when we finally accept something new, we suddenly find we can no longer imagine life without it. Art was very much like that for me. I had never thought myself to have an artistic side or any real talent if I did. That was until I finally tried and I found it was far more satisfying than I could have imagined." she had written.

"Whenever I had tried to create something up until then I had always focused on the bad, found the flaws, and berated myself for them. I had become certain that I could never be a creative person and I shut that part of me away. Now with that side of me accepted I find I do not care if others view my artwork as good or bad. It is mine. I've created it and I'm proud of it. Isn't that what matters?"

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Jayne had nearly finished her generals. Perhaps two more semesters and she would be able to focus solely on what she was now proud to call her major. She was in her second year of college and the second semester had just begun. She had been anxious to get her paws back on pen and paper and create something once more wanting something more than art history or theory. She had almost blindly enrolled for classes. She did not care what the projects were just so long as she was able to create something.

That blind zealousness had gotten her into a class she suddenly found herself feeling very much out of her comfort zone with. The discomfort had started from day one when the teacher handed out the first list of assignments and began to discuss them.

"Welcome everyone to Modeling 220." stated the teacher standing before the class. She was an older otter of perhaps her mid-fifties. Her broad swimming tail dragged a little from her ears. One of her paws had a star tattooed onto its backside perhaps from her own college years. Her pelt was of a beautiful dark brown with hints of rust. Grey fur intermixed itself throughout her pelt and she seemed to take her time walking about as if studying each of her students with great intensity. She had a kind smile and a soft voice that never quavered or broke in tone.

"You will spend most of your time this semester working outside of class but of course we will meet each week to discuss your work and occasionally have some work to be done here as well.", explained the teacher. This did not bother Jayne. She was already used to spending more of her time out of class working on her art than she did during class.

"Now, you might be wondering why for a modeling class there is no podium for a model. Well the simple answer is there are no models. At least none the school provides. This is for two reasons. Primarily, each student needs different amounts of time and prefers different poses that makes modeling in class less desirable. Secondarily, over the years I have found students are far more comfortable with a one on one model than they are as a group. I have always gotten better work out of you this way and I intend to keep it that way. Lastly, cost. I know it's college. You are expecting parents and the campus to be paying for everything. You never have to worry about it. Well in the real world, you will have to find your own models and pay your own way. That starts now. You will find a list of numbers at the back of your introductory packet. I suggest you call now, not later." the teacher went on.

Jayne felt her first moment of panic. She had assumed modeling meant still life, or maybe occasionally someone would come into class and sit in front of everyone. She had not expected to be responsible for actually hiring and managing one of her own.

The teacher sensed a bit of the trepidation flowing through the class not just Jayne alone. She smiled softly. "I'm telling you this now so you can decide if this is what you want to do this semester. ", the teacher stated fairly. "Your project will be to draw your model over and over throughout the semester each week the pose will be different and will progress accordingly. For you two boys sniggering in the back, yes, I do intend for you to be drawing some nudes by the end of this class. That is why your model will be of the opposite gender. Before any of you get any wise ideas these are all campus certified models. You will not be paying them in any non-monetary ways so keep your pants on or you'll likely find yourself without a model or a grade." the teacher warned with a voice that showed she could be stern when necessary. "Besides not having pants on is your model's job." the teacher allowed herself unable to keep herself from making the gentle tease.

Jayne felt herself flutter. She was not worried with the concept directly but the sudden responsibility and ultimately where things would lead had her nervous. She knew she could handle herself. Yet, when the time could she really do it? What about the model, certified or not, how was he going to act? Her heart beat a bit more rapidly before she heard the teacher again continue.

"But that is far away still, for now just relax and let's go over my grading scale and requirements." the teacher continued.

Jayne listened absently finding her mind completely shot for the rest of the session. She barely heard when the teacher dismissed the class. She walked back to her dorm in a state of soft shock from which she could not quite rouse herself.

She was suddenly nearly tackled by one of her few friends when she made it bad to the dorm halls. Raya, a skunkess, ran up to her with a squeal and a grin so wide Jayne marveled. She had met Raya last semester in her art history class and they had quickly become friends. They had worked on most of the semester projects together and now worked together whenever they could.

Jayne shook her head at the bubbling voice of her friend. She was, like all skunks, black and white but her white stripes were wider than most. White patches ran right over her eyes making her amber colored orbs all the more brilliant. She kept her hair short and was usually barefoot in the dorms. She wore a cutoff pair of jeans today, which strained to fit her hips and a loose fitting white tank top that took the opposite end of the spectrum and hung so loosely it was a wonder it did not fall off. The shirt had her name and number on it for the volleyball team as well as the school logo, a falcon's head, boldly presented on it.

Raya's bouncing caused her modest chest to jiggle softly and Jayne looked away embarrassed. The girl could not even remember to put on a bra it seemed. She smiled though glad to see her friend. She needed something to relax her after a long first day of classes.

"He said yes!" she said dancing about before Jayne. The black and white striped skunk danced about in her short cut denims happily. "I finally got him to say yes!" she repeated.

Jayne set down her things and tried to calm her friend. "Who said yes to what?" she asked holding her friend out at arm's reach, paws firmly on each shoulder. She had not seen Raya this happy since she passed her chemistry midterm the previous semester.

"David silly! I finally got him to agree to go out on a date!" she exclaimed ecstatically. Raya wiggled about again in excitement. Jayne lead her back to her own dorm room even as Raya continued to beam and babble about the boy. Jayne took a moment to put away her books and then sat across from the girl who still burst with joy.

David, if she recalled, was a skunk a year senior to them from the swim team. "The guy who you like to watch swim laps in the outdoor pool?" she asked tentatively finding Raya nod immediately. "Well good for you, it's about time you got him to agree." she smiled. "What did you do to get him to say yes?" she asked.

"Nothing, that's just it, I went and asked him today after I got done with volleyball practice and he said yes!" she murred happily. She flopped back on Jayne's bed, pulled up the pillow into her chest, and squeezed it as she lifted up her legs and waggled them about with joy.

"What should I wear? Do you think I should invite him back to my place?" asked Raya.

"I'm no expert of dating, but inviting him back to your place might give him the wrong impression. You've been pining after him for nearly a year now, you don't want it to just be about sex do you?" she asked concerned.

This put a pause to Raya's mood. Caught up in the fantasy of finally being with him, she had forgotten she did want more than just a passing fancy with him. "Maybe I shouldn't wear the fancy underwear then." she thought aloud. "Just dinner and a movie, something nice but not too much?" she tried.

Jayne nodded. "I think that's a better idea. Don't worry you will bed him eventually but make sure his interest is in you not just your body first. If you saw him right after volleyball practice and you were dressed anything like that, you influenced him with your outfit as much as your words. I've told you to wear a bra." she reminded her friend.

Raya pouted. "Their uncomfortable and bite." she moaned.

"And they keep you from looking like an easy lay." Jayne admonished lightly.

"Fine, but I don't have to wear one around you and the other girls still right?" she tried. She hated clothes in general was the secret truth. She had always found them itchy and restraining. She understood their importance but given the chance, she would go without. When she thought she could, she did.

Jayne nodded a bit. "You're fine around us. Now go get ready for your date."

Soon Raya was bounding off back to her own room still letting out little titters and squeals of excitement. Jayne watched her from her doorway for a moment and then with a smile and shake of her head closed the door. She did not have many friends on campus due to keeping herself so busy with her classes but, with Raya around, she did not need many. Raya was a good friend, the best really.

She returned to her things, picked up the syllabus for her modeling class, and sat down with her cellphone with a sigh. She was better getting this done now she reminded herself.

The first number rang but no one answered. Someone's mother answered the second. It caused her to blush so hard she disconnected without even saying thanks.

She did not want to call another number. She did not want to have to explain why she was calling or what she needed. She knew they were all approved, knew what the class was, but somehow having to admit she needed a guy to eventually undress for her was an unnerving thing. She wished Raya were still around, she would have made the call and likely enjoyed it too.

Tentatively she punched in a third number and waited in silent hesitation. Twice the phone rang without answer. The third also went by silently. She heard a soft click finally on the other end with the forth ring. "Yes, hello, my name is Jayne and I was calling for...." she started before a voice interrupted.

"This is Kale I'm not in right now, if you need to get ahold of me I can be reached at this number after five." the answering machine droned. Jayne felt suddenly the fool for having tried to talk to an automated voice. She heard the beep and paused silent for a moment. She was not certain it was a good idea to leave a message really.

"I this is, um Jayne, I'm calling about a job I guess." she stammered hesitantly trying to avoid saying any more than she had to. Suddenly there was another click on the line and a deep male voice that matched the answering machine came onto the line.

"I'm here! This is Kale, who is calling?" the voice hurriedly spoke. She almost hung up nearly too afraid to speak to him.

"I'm Jayne." she managed.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Jayne, your calling about a job?" he asked. The voice had evened off and become calmer letting her take her time to answer. When she did not and the only heard on the other end of the line was her breathing he spoke again. "Are you still there, were you calling about the college class?"

Jayne gulped. "Yea, I need to hire someone." she admitted. "I need someone to pose naked." she tried to say professionally but it came out in a voice which had run out of air. The raspy demand making her blush, the words sounding far worse than she would intended. "I mean model!" she corrected herself.

"Well I did sign up for something like that. I did not really think I would get a call. Wait, did you say naked?" the male asked. He was clearly as confused as she was.

Jayne fell silent again for a long time, had she called the wrong person? No, she reminded herself looking at the number she had called. This was certainly him, and the page from the teacher even had his name. "Yes, I guess I did." she tried feeling a bit stronger knowing he was nervous too.

"I don't remember anything about that. I thought I just modeled for you periodically though the semester and that was all. I never agreed to anything about being naked." he managed.

"Oh.", was all Jayne could say. She knew she had the assignment right, she had rechecked that particular detail. Yes, he would need to be naked by the end of the semester. "That's what I was told." she explained. "But, I'm sorry. I'll call someone else." she offered. She was embarrassed enough. She did not need to embarrass someone else.

"No, wait." the voice said now hesitant. "How naked would I be?"

Jayne could not help but giggle a bit. "Is there more than one kind?" she asked the male she now pictured as some incredibly shy giant. It made her smile. It made her suddenly less self-conscious.

"No, I suppose not." the male admitted. "When do you need me to err, be naked?" he asked.

"I don't think for a while yet, there would just be modeling once a week or so throughout the semester, it would lead up to that.", she explained trying to recap what her teacher had gone over while she was recovering from her own earlier shock.

The male fell silent on the line unable to respond.

"Hello?"

"I'll do it.", the voice returned in almost a whisper. "Just, let's not talk about it too much until your closer to needing it done." he said trying to distract himself from the terms of their arrangement.

"Alright, I'd rather not think about it either to be honest."

"OK, when do you need me to first model?" the male gave in.

"How about later this week, say Fridays at 4pm at my place?" she offered.

The male thought for a while and then after a long silent pause where Jayne again had to wonder if he had lost his nerve responded, "Alright. Where is that?"

The rest of the conversation went easier for both of them as they exchanged information and addresses. She even found herself looking forward to things just briefly. He was nervous as was she but it would be an interesting project and she no longer feared him so much as she thought she might.

Once they had hung up, she prepared to head down to the dining center before she let a soft curse slip past her lips. She had forgotten to ask what species he was.