Chapter 1950 From Modelling To Cocking Her:>Ep5

• When I arrived the next day it was almost as if the modeling session had not even happened with Lynn being so casual and her normal, just slightly flirty self as we went about our normal routine of unpacking crates and managing the various equipment and supplies in them. I could have almost chalked it up to being a strange dream till she pulled out one of the drawings from the day before. It had been gone over and perfected to a degree I could not have imagined possible before, some extra time highlighting how great her skill still was. "Here, just for you, in case you wanted to hang that up somewhere or something." She told me with a wink as she handed over the drawing and I stood with it in my hands somewhat dumbfounded. "And if you hang up those sorts of these I do hope you have plenty of room on those small dorm walls of yours because I have a lot more ideas for things you need to model for me that we will be trying soon." She added with a devious smirk, turning away before could even say I did not live on campus in the dorms or come to terms that my modeling career had only just begun.
• And Lynn was certainly true to her word, in the next few days I would reenact basically step by step the whole process of modeling for her, each day with unique and intriguing costumes. Every outfit was as detailed and well made as the first was, and I quickly got a sense for what sort of aesthetic Lynn preferred to work with. Everything had an ancient and usually mediterranean flavor, from imperial rome and classical greece to ancient egyptian and once a achaemenid persian. There were a few days where I even did multiple outfits in one shift, so eager and happy Lynn was to have a willing participant that she thought fit her ideal for a model. I knew her plans did not just center around ancient european and near east cultures as she once voiced that she was having a aztec outfit being prepared, but the more I saw of how she assembled the costumes for me the more I realized being historically accurate or even particularly realistic did not hold all that much importance to her. With history being a sort of side passion of mine, I knew just enough to tell when her choices slid more towards the popular idea of a time period or culture rather than the truth, but I had more than enough sense not to point out the areas of anachronisms or inaccuracies.
• Throughout the process though I began to enjoy the time spent more and more, and not just because it was a fair bit easier than lifting heavy boxes. Though still prone to blushing here or there from her suggestive comments and knowing winks I started to give a few back to Lynn, to wish she cheerfully alone escalating the teasing further. And though I still was a little shy about the fairly revealing outfits she kept on picking, I was getting used to being on display with a little more dignity and ease. I had begun to think this might just become easy for me when about a week and a half after my first modeling session with Lynn she announced the plan for the day right as I walked into what had become the modeling room.