"We'll be taking a few pictures."
"So it's going to be like...modeling for pictures." Patric asked just as Carly handed Ms. Trenwall a digital camera.
"I will be opening an exhibit called the 'Body of Man'. It will show the beauty of the male body. As you can already see, I have several statues and a few paintings of the male body. Now I would like a few pictures of an actual male body builder."
"Well I wouldn't exactly call myself a body builder. Yeah I work out and all but I'm not David Hasselhoff."
"Oh that is alright. You are just fine." Ms. Trenwall told him before setting up her camera. "This will be a simple photo shoot so no worries. First...I'd like you to stand in front of that garden drape." she told him.
"Ok." He walked in front of the designated spot and stood ready for his picture to be taken. Ms. Trenwall told him to smile and cross his arms and he did so. He did every pose he was told from kneeling down to a fighting stance. Some head shots were taken and even some where he stood on one leg with the other on a small marble column. After at least fifteen pictures, Ms. Trenwall told Patric to take of his shirt.
He complied with the demand and took off his lime green T-shirt. He had no idea that both women were eying his upper body. Patric was a modest guy. Though he said he wasn't a body builder, he still had a decent body with wide, thick shoulders and hard pecs. He had a washboard stomach that when flexed took on the form of a decent six pack. He wasn't large bu lean and fit. With his boyish face, Patric was a teen girl's dream. Ms. Trenwall had to actually jab her assistant before she drooled.
Though she herself would agree that Patric, for a young boy, was quite handsome, but her tastes were for older men. In the end, she'd let Carly do what she would.
Patric was told to flex and show off his built. He complied though he was slightly shy about it. It felt strange doing this and actually get paid for it, but then he figured that people actually did this for a living. He started to think that he could get use to this. A sheepish frown turned into a confident grin.
He flexed his arms for the camera. His stomach, neck muscles, and even pulled up his pant legs. With ever picture, Patric felt more confident and proud of his body.
"Now, would you please take off you pants and underwear so I may get a few nude pictures."
He hesitated. "Uh, excuse me?"
"Oh there is nothing to worry about. They will be very quick. If you are shy about certain areas, we can pose it so you are not showing much."
"Um...Alright." He said. Ms. Trenwall told Carly to go and get something from her office. Carly looked a little upset that she would not get to see Patric's full body. She knew her boss did this so she wouldn't faint from blood loss.
Patric dropped his pants and threw it onto the chair where he had placed his shirt. Then he quickly pulled off his black boxer briefs. He covered his genitalia with his hands.
"Now don't be shy." Ms. Trenwall told him teasingly before instructing him for his last five pictures. Patric and hesitantly complied with full frontal shots, a side shot, and a posed flexed shot. "Done, you can shower if you like in the corner bath there. You look like you're starting to sweat."
"Huh, I am." Patric said. He had not realized that the heating lamps and flashes had caused him to gain a layer of sweat, giving him a shining oily clause. "Thanks." he said before taking his clothes and heading towards the shower.
As Patric left, Carly returned with her boss's laptop. The asian artist took the laptop and walked to a desk where she turned it on and uploaded the pictures. The process had happened at such a fast rate it looked like the pictures had been there the entire time. Ms. Trenwall opened up a photoshop program labeled Photoshop LC. She brought up a picture of Patric and then started...