The day is like any other for me. Stuck in my office as I deal with the various cases of my clients. Of course, it pays well enough, but it can be rather boring. A woman like me tends to need ways to keep things more interesting, shall we say?

When my lunch break nears, I head to the elevator for my next appointment. That appointment was at the nearby Costa Rosa Art Gallery. Admittedly, I wasn't there to browse the artwork, but rather to become one. There had been a call for nude models, and I knew I had to take it. Try as I might, I couldn't think about anything else until I made the call. Even the mere thought of having a bunch of strangers gazing at my naked body gets my heart racing.

I head to the back of the gallery, where I find a big, burly security guard waiting for nothing in particular. He looks at me and says "Are you the model?"

A smile forms on my face. "What makes you say that?"

That smile of mine grows as I watch the guard's cheeks turn bright red.

"Well, I haven't seen you around before..." He stammers.

"So where do they want me?"

"Mr. Lauridsen will be waiting for you. He's the bald guy with glasses. Can't miss him."

"Thanks."

I follow his instructions and find the very man I was looking for. In addition to being bald, Mr. Lauridsen wore tight jeans and a black turtle neck, both of which clung to his slight frame. He had a rather gaunt face which wore a calculating expression as if he was trying to figure out how best it would to draw me. Or maybe other things...

"Miss Karsada?" He said, his European accent as thick as it was smooth.

"Morgan's fine." I replied.

He smiled as he gave me a nod. "I'm Magnus Lauridsen. If you could come with me."

"Of course."

I follow Magnus upstairs, my heart racing at the thought of what's about to happen. As I follow him to wherever he's leading me, I walk past a man and a woman to whom he waves to. Both give me a curious glance as I notice the sketchpads they cradle. The man is the taller of the two and had a face that belonged on the cover of a romance novel, with his flowing long black hair and toned skin, not to mention those piercing emerald eyes. The woman was no slouch in the looks department either, even behind those thick-rimmed glasses of hers. Not even those could hide that curvaceous figure of hers, and the sketchpad she clenches all so tightly can't conceal the fact that she has a rather large pair of breasts.

Magnus soon comes to a stop, having led me to an office with his name on it, where he says "I'm afraid this is the closest I have to a changing room."

"It'll be fine."

"Alright. I'll wait outside for you."

Inside the room, I see the silk robe waiting on Magnus' desk. I take a quick glance at the window of the door before I peel my jacket off, standing right by it. My heart races at the thought of those walking by, catching a glance of my bare backside. Maybe even Magnus is taking a curious glance. Maybe he's already throbbing hard at the sight of me. Hell, maybe he wants to cancel his lesson and just bend me over his desk and fuck my brains out. All I know for certain is that standing naked in front of a crowd of strangers whilst remaining as calm as possible is going to be absolutely maddening.

Once I've put the robe on, I go back into the hallway. There, Magnus looks at me with the same blank expression. If he'd seen me nude, he isn't showing any signs, that's for sure.

"Are you ready?" He said.

I take a deep breath. "Yeah."

"Then come with me."

Once again I find myself following Magnus, only now I'm going to know what I'm truly in for. How many people are going to see me nude today? Will there be anyone there that I know? And will I get the chance to satisfy my true urges before my break is over?

The following is an excerpt from my CHYOA story Morgan's Lunch Break: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Introduction.432876

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