Lexi Winters has been standing in an awkward position for the past thirty minutes, naked with her straight long brown hair hanging down to the nape of her back, tickling her. She was fighting the urge to sweep her hair to the front.

‘Just thirty more minutes,’ Lexi told herself, trying not to think about the seventeen art students and a really attractive teacher’s eyes on her body. That morning on her way to class she would have never thought that she would be selling her body for cash, but desperate times called for desperate actions. Her roommate partied hard the previous night and was just too tired to get up. Lexi never even knew her roommate posed nude for the art students. After her roommate told her she will earn fifty dollars per art student sitting in, Lexi had to hear no more.

Shyly she knocked on the classroom door where the art students were already waiting, with easels erected, patiently waiting, ready to paint the first stroke.

“Hi, I am filling in for Milena Kaufman, if you will have me,” Lexi said, not sure how to break the ice.

“Great, we are always happy to have a new subject,” the tall, handsome art teacher said, with a show of hand to the middle of the circle of art students.

“Over here?” Lexi confirmed, already feeling her cheeks turn red.

“Yes, you can take off you’re clothing and drop them to your feet,” the teacher instructed with a deep, irresistible voice.

Lexi nervously took off her brown leather belt and matching brown pumps. With shaky fingers she started to unbutton her dress-shirt and dropped it to the floor, she has never been naked in front of anyone, not even other women.

“And your underwear please,” the teacher requested as if it was nothing.

Lexi reached to her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it drop to the floor. She reached for her lace white panties that matched her lace bra on the floor and slowly pulled it down to her knees and let it drop to her feet, stepping out of it.

The teacher walked over, “may I?” He asked permission to touch her so that he can position her.

“Sure,” Lexi said, not sure.

The teacher took her hands and turned her body, steering her by her hands until she was standing in the perfect position, exposing every part of her Innocence, her vulnerability.

“Perfect,” he said, smiling.

The teacher walked over and turned on a dim spotlight to get the right shadow effects on her body, letting it cast the perfect shade to her perky full breast, with nipples relaxed.

“You may begin. No pre-sketching today, paintbrush straight to the canvas,” the teacher instructed.

The teacher sat on a high bar stool with his feet on the first bar and his arms crossed over his chest.

He looked at Lexi, studying every part of her.

She had a narrow face, a perfectly straight nose, and small lips. Her green eyes were big and she had thick eyebrows, shaped to perfection with not a hair out of place.

Dark long straight brown hair. ‘That is her exterior,’ he thought wondering if his students will be able to depict more than just the exterior.

Lexi Winters was Gentle, dependable, easily bored, kind-hearted.

She was a second-year finance student, twenty years old, and struggling financially.

Lexi was from a middle-class family, an only child, unplanned but deeply loved.

She often plaid with her hair, always turning a piece around her finger when she was bored, and right that moment on full display she tried really hard not to reach out and play with a piece.

She liked to explore and was open to anything as long as it did not involve insects or spending her own money. Her favrote color was cyan. She liked rock music and raw food like sushi, salads, and fruits. She truly disliked elevators, being asked pointless questions, and being broke.

Lexi knew she was not bad-looking but she struggled with self-love and self-awareness. She was not an introvert but not an extrovert either.

Jaxton Hall, the art teacher, stood up from his chair after thirty minutes and walked to the nearest student, and silently stood behind the student.

Jaxton Hall, stood tall and was built like a warrior with tan skin and a mysterious look to him, one that made you feel that he has a story to tell but won’t because he trusted no one.

He usually wore stylish clothes that are mostly pastel-colored and well-fitting, and he wore no jewelry besides a watch his mother gifted him once. He was usually seen wearing a personalized coat in winter, but it is was not winter so that day he was wearing blue Levi’s with a white short sleeve Armani shirt, displaying his well-defined arms. If you are observant, you would notice a string of text on the inside of his arm, that peeked out just a little under the hem of his sleeve.

His blond hair was short and straight and was styled with a fade. His square jaw clean shaved. He had an angular face and a narrow nose, thin lips, and his blue eyes were prominent, making you feel as if it is looking straight through your eyes, at your soul.

Jaxton was likable, vain but genuine.

Before becoming a teacher, after graduating from Art school in Italy he traveled for a couple of years. Because he was from an elite family that never had to worry about finance, he had no real need to work. After traveling for years on end, searching for the next muse, the next subject, he ended up at the University at age thirty-one. He was sitting on one of the benches one afternoon sketching a girl reading under a tree when a lector from the university approach him, wanting to know if she can help him as it is not appropriate to stalk students. But once she had a peek at his artwork they started to chat. It just happened to be that they needed a substitute teacher. Jaxton agreed and soon his substitute position became a full-time one.