Mona Herron entered the studio and was glad to see that all six of her students were present and ready to begin class. During the day she taught advanced painting at the local college, but what she really enjoyed most, were these adult evening classes here at the high school. As with most of the evening sessions, this one only had six sign ups, so it was easy to give each student a lot of individual attention. Mona walked to the front of the room and addressed her students, “This is our seventh session, and tonight we have a real treat for you, we have hired one of the local college students to pose for the next hour!” “During that time you should do your best to paint him as you see him,” she continued, “and while this may seem a little too advanced for some of you, I think it will be instructive as well as an enjoyable experience for all of you, so without further or do, I’ll go get this evenings model and we can get started!”
The six ladies who made up the Wednesday evening art class at Central High, waited patiently while Mona went into an adjoining room to bring in the subject. “Class,” she said upon her return, “I would like you to meet Michael, he has been kind enough to pose for us tonight, so if you will take your place, Michael, we can get started!” David hopped up on a small raised platform that Mona had situated in middle of the room, and much to the complete surprise of everyone there, he dropped the robe he was wearing, and stood stark naked in front of everyone!
The message on Armondo’s answering machine sounded urgent, but when he realized it was just from Velma Ford, he plopped down on the sofa and started going through his mail. The usual junk mingled in with a few bills, “Nothing interesting,” he said to himself, as the phone started ringing. “Hello,” he answered, “Armondo here.” “Oh, god, I’m so glad I finally got a hold of you, this is Velma, and I really need to see you right away.” “Velma, it’s late and I’m very tired,” he sighed, “can’t this wait until another time.?.” “Oh, please,” she moaned balefully, “I’ll pay you extra if you can come over tonight, please, I really need to see you.” He thought about it for a moment or two and replied, “Just for an hour, and it will be five hundred, in cash.” “Oh, thank you,” she gushed, “five hundred will be just fine, I’ll be waiting.”
Armondo slipped into the driver’s seat of his new BMW and headed out on the Pacific Coast highway to Velma Ford’s place. Normally he would have been excited at prospect of earning five big ones for and hours work, but in this case he actually dreaded it. In Armondo’s line of work you always tried to keep your mind and body separate, but in reality that was usually impossible to do when you spent half of your day satisfying the sexual desires of a wide range of women, which wasn’t easy to do in the first place, and with older out of shape people like Velma it was definitely a challenge. Before he could even ring the bell, the large heavy wooden door swung open and he was quickly ushered in by Velma Ford. “Hi, love,” she gushed, as she led him by the arm into the living room, “I have a surprise for you.”
The intercom buzzed on Miss Watkins’ desk, and a the soft voice of Dr. Winters nurse, Andrea Hartman, requested that the next patient be sent to the examining room. “Okay, Miss Mitchell, follow me please,” Miss Watkins ordered, as she held the open the door to the hall way leading to the examining rooms. “Sit right here,” the receptionist said, “and Nurse Hartman will be with you in a minute!” Sarah Mitchell nervously scanned the stark white walls and involuntarily shivered and said to herself, “What in the name of god am I doing here, I must have been crazy to even have dreamt of trying this!” She was quickly jarred back to reality when the door swung open and Andrea Hartman entered the room! “Hi, Sarah,” Andrea said brightly, while extending her hand, “I’m Andrea Hartman, but you can just call me Andrea, okay!?!” Taking Andrea’s hand and shaking it, Sarah merely smile weakly and nodded. “All right,” Andrea said as she sat down while reading Sarah’s history, “let’s see what we have here!” After flipping through several pages of Sarah’s medical history, Andrea intoned, “I see that the reason for your appointment is the inability to achieve orgasm, is that correct?!?” “Uh, yes, ma’am,” Sarah stammered! “Well,” Andrea replied, “that’s unusual for a woman of twenty seven, but I’m sure the doctor can help you, he has almost a ninety percent success rate with young women!” “Now,” she continued, “before the doctor comes in, remove all of your clothing and put on this gown, he’ll with you shortly!”