Katie's Life Changes

Katie poses naked for her art class.

Katie's Life Changes Part 16

Katie poses naked and ends up naked in front of work mates.

This story is a continuation of Katie's life story following on from 'Katie visit's Aimee for party games.'

Katie is a young woman in her mid-twenties, who lives with her boyfriend Alain, in a separate apartment within her parent's house. For most of her life the very tall slim Katie who has a flat chest, was afraid to show her body, but that has all changed and she has become an exhibitionist in recent months, as well as losing her virginity to Alain. Her mother Diane was very strict about Katie's social life, until she ran away from home naked prompting a new relationship between them. Katie and Alain work for her father Marc's business. Since then Katie had shaved her hair off, to help a sick work colleague.

This is a fictional story, where all characters are fictional and are over 18 years of age. It is set in a fictional city in Western Europe. The names, dialogue, incidents and plot are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

Comments are very much appreciated.

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We got home from our trip to Aimee's and we had a busy week at work installing prototype systems for some trusted clients. On Wednesday night I went to my art class for the first time in months. I had not been able to attend due to all the various other things going on in my life since before I was detained on my foreign trip. However on this occasion, I was not going as a student, but as a nude model. About a year ago I posed nude for my art class by chance. As a result I found out I liked being naked in front of others, and it led to the crazy journey I have been on since. This was despite my flat chest that was partially responsible for why I hated exposing myself in the first place. Now I am proud of my chest, as its part of who I am.

I wore only a dress to work on the Wednesday; I didn't want elastic lines showing on my body later so I was completely naked underneath. I don't wear a bra anyway, they are of no use to me. There is nothing for it to hold in place or push up. I arrived in a little early for my art class to get ready and our tutor Rebecca was there when I arrived. She gave me a nice big warm hug as we greeted for the first time in months. She was surprised to find I still had an almost bald head. I had let it grow to a short buzz cut over the last week or so. It was a life drawing class and there were two poses. We discussed the poses I was going to do, and she said I could pose however I wanted for the last one. Normally she chose all the poses so that was nice. The dress I was wearing buttoned up at the centre and had a matching belt for my waist, so I could use it as a robe as well.

The students started to arrive, and we all warmly greeted each other, I knew them all of them from my time as a student a few months ago. It was like old friends getting back together, as we talked about what happened to me since I was last there. I felt really happy meeting them all, and was looking forward to the next three hours or so.

I took off my dress and hung it up, before going onto the slightly raised platform, and waited for Rebecca to set up the pose. I ended up standing slightly sideways to the class, who were standing at their easels in a semi-circle. I was looking up with my right hand pointing skyward, as the class was to my left. My left leg was slightly in front of my right one, both of which were almost straight. My flat chest was going to be fairly obvious, while my crotch was hidden from view. The total length of the pose was about an hour and twenty minutes with two short breaks in it. I was looking away from the students, and I would have much preferred to be looking at them. We were all talking as the pose went on, and that added to it, but I felt sort of flat, I wasn't enjoying the pose. I realised it was because of the lack of eye contact, but once started we couldn't change.

Once the pose was finished I had a twenty minute break, as some of the students finished their drawings, and I took the opportunity to see what they had done. I was impressed they had moved on a lot from when I was last there, with some very nice detail. The drawings seemed much more alive, than what I had done in the past.

Everyone seemed to be having a cup of coffee so I joined them.

Rebecca came over to me and said.

"Katie I think you challenged them and they have come up trumps with what they have done. Are you going to join us again?"

"I want to but I feel I am out of practice compared to what I see here."

"Everyone can work to their own level and I know you would catch up, would you like to pose again sometime and we could do with more models for the full time students as well."

"I would love to pose, but I seem to be pretty busy in recent times, and I don't see it letting up. I'll hopefully be able to arrange something, as I love posing."

For the second pose; I was going to be lying sideways on a chaise long, with my legs outstretched and propping my head on right arm, while my left arm lay on my side with my hand pointing downwards towards my pubic mound. As I settled into position, I had my left leg up and bent at my knee, leaving my vulva exposed.

"Are you comfortable there?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes, I'm happy here."

"Okay if you are ready then we will go with it."

I originally thought I would put one leg on top of the other, but I was now in a quite erotic pose and I liked it. I was looking straight at the students which helped a lot. They began to draw and we talked a lot. As the time moved on I knew many of them had started to detail their drawings, as they looked at specific parts of my body. Some of them were looking at my exposed crotch and sex. I felt shivers go down my back as they continued. I wondered how good a view they had. I was sure they could see my hood with its barbell piercing. They should be able to see my inner lips sticking out. Did they like what they saw? I began to breathe more deeply as I thought of what I had on display. I wanted them to see those normally hidden parts of me. I wondered how well detailed the results would be. I was beginning to feel a little damp down there, as they continued to study my body for their drawings. Was my vagina visible, even slightly open? I felt another tremor go through my body, straight from my sex. More of them were looking at my crotch, arousing me further. I was definitely damp down there. Was there any visible evidence of my arousal? They continued to draw and look at me. Some were discussing what they were doing.

"Katie, do you want to take a moment to stretch? Rebecca asked.

"Yes please."

It was actually time for my second break, and I needed it. I disappeared to the toilet, to deal with my moist vulva, I hoped it was not too visible. I came back and was given a few knowing glances, as I joined everyone for coffee.

When I resumed my pose, it was not long before I felt aroused again. All those eyes on my very exposed lower lips were arousing me again. Whatever it is about being naked in front of clothed people, really turns me on. I love doing it. Being naked with others also naked is not the same. It's missing something, maybe it's the risqué feeling, when I am the only one naked.

The time flew for the last session, and I hadn't long to go before we got to the finish, where I could stretch and chat. I had got a lot damper, and was sure my lower lips must be glistening, with my juices. They continued to draw. It seemed like nearly all of them, were looking at my damp sex. I wondered how much detail they had put in. I saw Sherri with a big smirk, after a quiet comment from Ellen. What had she drawn? I wanted to look, hopefully later. I felt my juices flowing down to my thigh; they had to have seen them. I was ready for sex. I needed Alain to give me a hard fuck, something wild and primal. My breathing became heavier; I needed my vagina attended to. The finish couldn't come soon enough, my lady bits were demanding some serious action.

"Okay folks, let's wrap it up."

"Katie, would you like to join us for coffee?"

"Sure will, I need one." I said despite my kitty demanding action.

"You certainly know how to make things interesting and challenging for us."

"In what way?"

"For a girl who has a flat chest, you ooze sex appeal, trying to get that on paper is challenging. It's not something I have encountered before." Zoe said wide eyed.

"Can I take a look?"

"Certainly."

I got up coffee in hand, and went around studying what they had drawn. Wow I thought; they have moved on big time. They had got my expressions, each one different depending on what stage they did the detailing. I recognised how I was getting more turned on as the time moved on. The same went for the details of my crotch it told a different story for those who detailed it later. I could see the moistness of my lower lips change in each picture, how my lips seemed to become enlarged as I became more aroused. I was amazed, and yet they had found a part of me that was almost frightening, in the sense that they could show my feelings of arousal. They had drawn the real me. I found myself breathing heavier and my heart rate elevated, as I studied the drawings. I turned to my class mates. It was not just one drawing on its own; it was when I looked at them all as a series, that I saw the real me.

"I'm stunned, you guys have got me so well, not only is it the likeness, but you seem to known how I feel, what I am thinking. Can I photograph them?"

"You sure can."

I took out my camera and photographed each one. I left soon after and met Alain.

"Alain I need you to fuck me now, my pussy's on fire."

We went out to the car park and when we got to our car I lifted my dress. I needed his penis inside me for a primal fucking. I put my hands on the hood and bent over with my butt exposed. He slipped his penis into my hot slippery vagina. He began to thrust.

"Harder" I commanded.

He thrust into me slapping against my butt, as I was thrust forwards with the force he used. He continued like that thrust after thrust, and I came in an orgasmic explosion. I really needed that.

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The following Friday I met Inga at my home shortly after we finished dinner. Once we finished greetings and some small talk over coffee, she began to tell me about what was on offer for me over the next while.

"I have a number of upcoming events for you a hosiery show, live mannequin, a nightclub gig and a possibility of a fashion show in Milan later in the year.

The first thing I have for you is the hosiery show. How do you feel doing a cat walk show wearing only stockings or tights and maybe shoes, nothing else?"

"I am definitely interested; I assume you are going to tell me more."

"It's a show for trade buyers and its one brand trying to show the range of what they have to offer. The plan is to have a number of models of various shapes and sizes to show the variety they produce. It's due to take place on a Tuesday in three weeks. It's just one day with an early start about an hour from here on the far side of the city."

"I should be able to do it as I don't think there is anything special on work wise."

"The next one is another live mannequin show, similar to what you did recently with a different store. The format will be something similar, but the plan is for four models and they would prefer you, to have your head shaved for it. It's a city centre store that is facing directly onto a plaza, so those passing will see you not just be people out shopping. It will take place on the Saturday following the hosiery show."

"I really liked the last one and I am free that day, so I will do it assuming all the details are okay."

"The next one is a night club gig, and I don't have many details yet, as it's over ten weeks away and they are looking for young women with shaven heads. I don't know what costumes are involved yet, but from what I know about the night club, it likely to be very little or naked. It's about two hours from here, and accommodation will be included for two, so you can bring a friend. It's to last for about ten weeks every Saturday night."

"Hmm that sounds interesting, but I was hoping I could let my hair grow again though."

"You would be surprised how much work there is out there, for shaven headed models. It's something models don't like doing and I don't blame them. If you have a bald head, it's very flexible, whereas long hair limits the stylist's options. Being bald makes it much easier with wigs."

"I didn't realise that. If I was to let my hair grow I doubt I would let it grow to my original length. But keep a short style. I am not sure what yet though."

"I am sure if you were to stay bald, I could get you more and higher paid work that at the moment. We could revise your contract, so that you are on a retainer, meaning we will give you a basic income, even if we don't have work for you. I know it can be a chore shaving all the time but from our point of view it's better to maintain a bald head rather than regrow and shave. The reason is your head will maintain the same skin colour, whereas if you had longer hair freshly shaved there is a difference in skin colour."

"Can I think about it, it's not going to grow much in the next week or so?"

"Yes, but I will need an answer soon, I can send you a draught contract, and let your legal people look it over. If you do go ahead, we will need to update your portfolio pictures and information."

I had a lot to think about. The modelling events I knew I would do, but keeping my head shaved long term was not something I envisaged doing, now that I had got over my obsession with shaving. If I take the night club gig I will have to shave for it so it might be a good idea to go for the retainer, depending on how long the contract is.

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The following week Alain and I were going to be installing complete new prototype climate systems in two warehouses. On the Friday morning before we were due to go, I was at my desk wearing only a short dress when Dad called.

"Katie, I need you and Alain to meet someone in fifteen minutes to discuss next week's project, he owns the warehouses so it would be good if you can change."

"Okay Dad, we'll be with you shortly."

I took the hint, he didn't want me meeting him in my short dress, but I had a backup. I always kept a business suit in a locker in our part office, part workshop. As only Alain and I used the room, I would have regularly changed in there. I took out my suit which included a sleeveless blouse, jacket and skirt that was a normal length business skirt for most ladies, coming down to just above the knee. However in my case, with my long legs, it comes only half way down my thighs but it is still quite respectable. I took off my dress while Alain was getting some plans ready in case needed. I was stark naked as I had no underwear on. In recent times I seldom wore underwear, I discovered it's better to let my lady bits breathe and I like the feeling of freedom. I had just picked up the blouse when the door suddenly opened. I looked up surprised, froze and tried to scream, but nothing came out. It was Klaus, he would be working with Alain next week, and Klaus had just got an eyeful of my naked body. Klaus backed out closing the door.

"Does he not know how to knock?"

I was annoyed with the way, he burst in the door. I wasn't really bothered about him seeing me naked, but he just caught me by surprise and I don't want everyone barging in to catch me naked, for their kicks. I got dressed and headed for the door, when I heard a knock.

"Who is it?"

"Klaus."

"Okay, come in."

"Katie, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to catch you like that." A red faced Klaus said.

"Thanks, next time remember to knock."

He spoke with Alain while I headed down stairs to the meeting. Alain followed shortly after.

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The following week I was going to be working in one warehouse and Alain in the other a long distance apart. I wasn't going to have him in bed with me for four nights which was unusual. We had been retrofitting to some existing systems but these were to be the first completely new systems installed.

On the Monday morning, we had to leave the factory before six, so it was going to be a long day. Alain and I said goodbye with a warm hug as we set off on our separate journeys. I was travelling in a truck with Andre who was in charge, and had a lot of the parts on board. Michael the electrician and Norbert were travelling in a van, with all the tools and smaller components on board. Being practical I was wearing a T-shirt, cargo pants and a work jacket. I had a bag with me with all I hoped I would need for the week. We talked a little as we travelled, but I took a snooze as well.

When we arrived we looked the place over had a coffee and a roll before getting started. It was about eight that evening, when we finished. We had a hotel nearby, already booked for dinner and four night's accommodation. When we went to check in, I discovered there were only two twin rooms booked. I was meant to have a separate room. There were no other rooms available, as there was a big conference going on, and accommodation was very scarce in the big town that we were in. I discovered that the issue was with Elsa, from our office who booked the rooms. I asked the men.

"Who would like to share a room with me?"

They were all with me at reception. I wasn't sure exactly what they thought of the idea, but we had no real choice, and it was getting late for our dinner booking.

"You choose."

"Okay I'll right down a number between one and ten and whoever chooses it has me for company, any objections?"

I ended up in a room with Norbert, the youngest of the four of us. I didn't know him that well, but I was about to get to know him a lot better. He seemed happy having me as company and I discovered he had a girlfriend. We got to our rooms, I ended up with the bed nearest the window, and Norbert kindly insisted on me having the first shower. I didn't spend very long as we all had empty stomachs to fill. When Norbert was showering I called Alain.

"Hi love, are you alone?"

"Hi, I have a room all to myself so I'm alone."

"How come?"

"When we got here there was a triple and a single booked, and I was volunteered for the single, I assume you have a single."

"Well, no... I'm in a twin with Norbert, and I was meant to have a single. So Elsa must have got the bookings mixed up. I hope you can trust me with Norbert."

"If he lays a finger on you I'll...."

"What if I'm the guilty party?"

"I guess; I'll need a new apartment then."

"I hear Norbert finishing in the shower, I'd best go, love you, talk to you later."

"Bye love, talk to you later."

I wore a dress to dinner and the four of us shared a table. I was enjoying their company. I had worked with them all before but only for a day or two. I sensed they were being a bit cautious with me; they seemed to be careful what they were saying, even Andre who had been with the company for years. I wasn't sure whether it was the female company, or me being the bosses daughter. A few beers seemed to relax them.

My Dad called me, as we were dinning, wondering how we were getting on. I told him pretty well, everything was under control and that we were in the restaurant at the time. I could see Andre wanted a few words with him so I handed over the phone to him. I couldn't hear what Dad was saying but I could hear Andre.

"Yes, she doing really well, is she available for the job next week?"

I felt myself turning pink, as a complement coming from Andre was a rare thing. They discussed a few other things, and I got to say good night before we hung up.