Clay turned to say, "Hey, the flyer didn't say anything about naked?"
But he said it to a closed door. He shrugged. He may not be the buffest dude, but he was proud of his body. Besides the guy who answered the door was French, so Rene probably was too.
It was a bit chilly in the big skylight illuminated studio. Clay looked at his shrunken cock and balls and glanced back toward the door, and turned his back to the door and began to fluff himself up so he would make a good first impression. He heard the creak of a door and was startled to see the mural covered wall opposite him swing open. There was a hidden door. The blond haired guy was there wearing a big rubber apron, and rubber gloves.
"You needn't worry about that, uh-what's your name?"
"Clay Ackerman," Clay answered blushing, "Needn't worry about what?" he asked in an embarrassed voice.
"I've got to spray you with uh-bronzer, that coating should warm you up. Now get up on the tarp. The sooner you get sprayed, the sooner you get modeled."
"Get modeled?" Clay repeated softly and shook his head, dang Frenchmen couldn't he learn proper English. He wasn't too thrilled that a guy was going to be coating his naked body, at least he was wearing rubber gloves and an apron. Clay was afraid that he might pop a boner if that guy started painting his cock. He climbed up on the tarp. He was relieved to see that the Frenchman was picking up a spray cannister and pumping it while adjusting the sprayer wand.
"Before we start, sign this, Clay," the Frenchman said handing a release slip to Clay along with a pen. Clay filled in his name and signed without reading it, and handed it back.
He closed his eyes as the Frenchman began spraying bronzer on to his naked skin. At first it felt cold as it hit, but as it dried it really felt warm.
Setting down the sprayer, the Frenchman took off his goggles and returned with a brush and can of stain, and began instructing Clay to move as he touched up spots the sprayer missed. He raised his arms and struggled to repress laughter as his armpits and ribs were brushed. He blushed under the bronzer as he was asked to grab his ankles and spread his ass cheeks. He wondered if the French guy was gay, but he seemed to be professional about it and didn't take too long. He was bit missed that the next part of anatomy that the paint brush visited was his nose, but fortunately he'd washed thoroughly before coming over. The brush next went to work on his ears and under his finger and toenails.
"Okay, now hope you're not going to be too shy, I do this all the time, and I need to touch up your cock and balls, so I have to touch them, okay?" Rene asked cautiously.
The way the Frenchman asked made Clay feel that he'd come off like a coward or jerk if he said no.
"Okay, but be quick," Clay snapped.
He was quick and efficient, but he seemed a bit too thorough. Just as Clay was about to say something the guy stopped and stepped back and surveyed his work.
"Yeah, you'll do. The abs can be defined in the modeling process, and your waist narrowed, perhaps broader shoulders, and a tighter butt?" he said thoughtfully.
"Hey, I look pretty good," Clay said defensively.
"Oh, you do. It's just that you could and will look better. I guarantee it. How do you feel about being modeled with a foreskin?"
"Well, I'll leave that to Rene. When is she going to get here?"
"We'll start modeling you when the liquid is set," Rene said sharply.
"Okay, okay. Can I sit down while it sets?"
"No, unless you want a flat ass. Bubble butts look better," the Frenchman replied, and sat down and started reading a French magazine.
Clay rolled his eyes and stood there naked and waiting for the bronzer to set. He was starting to wonder why a sculptress would want he model to wear bronzer, but figured maybe she worked from photos or was just eccentric.
It was about 20 minutes later, while Clay was studying the mural that he felt bare hands on his ass.
"Hey!" he said abruptly spinning around.
"Just checking to see if you're set for modeling," the French guy said.
"Well, next time give a guy a warning. You're going to touch me all over?"
"Oui."
"Well, alright be quick about it," Clay said with a shrug.
The French guy's hands were all over his cock kneading and stretch and twisting, and he seemed to be sliding flesh down from Clay's abdomen to lengthen Clay's cock. Clay's mouth hung open as he saw the Frenchman was improving Clay's cock, and doing something else.
"Wha-what did you just do?" Clay asked nervously.
"I wanted to see how you'd look with a foreskin. What do you think?"
"It's great, it still works normally right?"
"Yep, now let me get to work on your abs," the Frenchman said.
Clay was so enamored with having his body improved without spending hours in the gym or under the knife, he completely forgot about the French woman he was planning to model for...