She had been holding that pose for the last few hours. God my ass aches, she thought to herself. The heat of the lamp aiming at her made her skin bead with sweat. Scratchings of charcoal, the gentle blows of moist lips, filled the quiet room. The tutor, a slim, dark-skinned woman contrasted to her pure white shirt, floated around the room. She had stopped at one of the students, coaching on her line work. The bell outside the room tolls for the end of class, the tutor calls to the others 'Tomorrow, we will delve further into our study of Chiaroscuro.' The students left, leaving the model and the tutor alone in the spacious room. 'You did well, for a first timer.' 'Thank you, I was starting to ache holding that pose.' The model reached for her robe, but the tutor got there first. 'Here, let me.' she said, her voice tinged in seduction. The model stretched her arms behind her, her excitement growing. The tutor's breath touched her neck, sending chills down her spine. 'You are beautiful, wouldn't mind drawing you myself...' She trailed off, her hands sketching her models outline...