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Chapter Two: The Training
As the day of the training session approached I began to get nervous. What sort of modelling had I let myself in for? What might the training involve?
Well, too late to worry now, I thought as I rang the bell, and followed Clive down the corridor. This time he led me to a small theatre, again nicely furnished, with a stage equipped for back projection. Twelve people, including myself, were gathered there, six men and six women.
Jane came in, satisfied herself that we were all present, and introduced the training session. "This training session comes in two parts. The second part is to get you to act out various roles with a partner without showing embarrassment or self-consciousness to the camera. But first, and to help you with the second, I'll introduce you to a game that will get you all familiar with each other!"
"Just how familiar has she in mind?" I wondered.
"Grab a chair, everyone, then get up on the stage, and sit down, forming a large circle.." We all climbed up the four steps on to the stage, and shuffled ourselves into a circle. I had Shirley to the left of me, and David to my right. Shirley was a busty blonde in her late thirties, while David was a lean, handsome young man in his late twenties.
Clive jumped into the circle with a long wooden arrow, pivoted on a base. He set this down on the floor in the centre of the circle. He gave it a casual flick, and it spun round freely to his satisfaction.
"Someone spins the arrow, and whoever it points to is the spinner's victim. The spinner removes any item of clothing of his or her choosing from the victim, hangs it over the back of the victim's chair, and sits down. The victim then becomes the spinner, and so on!"
Everyone started murmuring, not quite sure whether they liked the sound of this 'game' or not.
"When does the game end?" asked David. "When six people are completely naked!" responded Jane. "What happens if the arrow stops at someone who is already naked?" asked Shirley. "They get put over the lap of the spinner, and receive three spanks to their bare backsides!" grinned Jane, mischievously.
"Hmm..." I thought, "A fifty fifty chance of having all bared in front of this crowd." "I'm not playing this game!" I protested, suddenly. Clive produced a legal looking document, waving it in front of me. "Here's a copy of your contract. It says you will pay a penalty of £10,000 if you fail to follow training or modelling requirements, except in the event of danger. I don't see how a simple strip game can possibly considered dangerous!" He had us in the palm of his hand!
"Just to reinforce my point, and to make an example of you" said Clive, "you'll now be punished for disobedience and time wasting." He pulled a chair into the middle of the circle, and called David out. "David, here's a mini-role for you. I want you to put Ian across your lap, and spank his bottom." David sat down on the chair, and I lay face down over his lap. "No! No! No!" complained Clive. "This is about humiliation as well as chastisement! Bare bottom, please, David."
David dutifully unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and with one movement, pulled my jeans and underpants down below my knees. I went bright red in front of the audience, and quickly lay over his lap so they wouldn't see too much.
"Hold it a moment, David," said Clive, and pulled my trousers and pants right off. He then parted my legs wide, so that one hardly even rested on David's lap. "He's all your's, David!" "Sorry about this," whispered David, and then proceeded to get to work. He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, round the curve of the lower part of my bum, just brushing gently against my balls, before he landed the first stinger.
I gasped. "Ah! Did that hurt?" he asked mockingly, and soothed the reddening area of my backside, stroking the cheeks, and occasionally dipping down the middle and stroking the back of my balls, before landing the second. By the time he'd finished, my bum was bright pink, and my cock was half hard.
"OK, Ian, you can get up now!" said Clive. I panicked. They would all see I had found the experience a bit erotic, from my swollen cock. I got up awkwardly, and covered myself as best I could with my hands, putting on my clothes again as quickly as I could.
Now Jane took over. "Stand up everybody!" she said We all got off our chairs, and Jane spun the arrow. It pointed to me! I felt a surge of panic. Being first to lose an item increased the odds of ending up nude, even if I lost just a shoe! I got up, and Jane quickly unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them off. Hell! I could be exposed in the spin after next!
I gave the arrow a flick, and it stopped exactly between Barbara and Pat. What now, I wondered. Jane explained the rule. "The two on each side of the arrow must remove something from each other, then you get to spin again, Ian,"
Barbara and Pat stood up. Barbara took off one of Pat's shoes, who returned the favour. I spun the arrow again. Gerald, a big Negro fellow, joined me in the centre. Not wanting to be the only man with no trousers, I pulled his off, revealing a bulging pair of red briefs. Gerald in turn did the same to David, who got me again, but decided to take pity on me. He removed one of my trainers. My spin pointed to Shirley, and I thought "Dammit! Why should all the men forfeit major clothes, and the women only lose their shoes?" I put my hands up her skirt, and pulled off her knickers! She looked daggers at me!
So the game progressed, and after a few more items of footwear had been removed, I got selected again, this time by Shirley, who had lost her tight fitting sweater when called out again. She was sporting a very flimsy bra, which was struggling against the odds to contain her very ample tits. I really wished I hadn't upset her by taking her knickers, quaking at the thought of what she might decide to remove from my person.. Shirley smirked, with a look of triumph on her face. I knew it, she would! And she did! I stood there, desperately stretching my T-shirt to greater lengths, to hide my now unclad genitals..
After another ten minutes, Terry, a rather shy, good looking lad of about 19, alone still retained all his clothes, whilst the rest of us were in various states of undress. Among the closest to losing were myself, wearing only my T-shirt, and Shirley, wearing only a bra and sporting a big black mound of black pubic hair.
Then Terry got the arrow, spun by Gerald, who by now was clad only in underpants and socks. He felt pretty mean seeing Terry so well dressed. He snarled, and whipped off not only Terry's jeans, but his pants as well!
Terry protested that Gerald was cheating. "I admire a good cheat!" smiled Clive. "But I'm afraid it's punishment time for you, Terry. I don't like complaints." So saying, he beckoned to me to sit in the punishment chair, and ordered Terry to get over my lap. I pulled his T-shirt and sweater right up to his armpits, baring most of his body, and then the devil got into me, and I decided to pull them off the end of his arms, leaving him clad only in trainers and socks.
"You can't do that!" yelled Terry, furiously. "He just did!" laughed Clive, and impishly started removing his trainers and socks while I spread his legs, had a feel of his bare arse and inner thighs, whilst waiting for Clive to finish with his feet. Then, putting my left hand under him Terry, I cupped his balls whilst I spanked him with the other hand, squeezing him gently between each stroke.
I could feel him getting hard, and before I administered the last smackeroo, I played about with him with my concealed hand, to bring his erection to completion. When he got up, it was Terry's turn to spin the arrow. But he had nowhere to hide, and his hard-on was on full view to the audience. He hardly knew which way to turn, poor lad! It just goes to show. You can think you're a runaway winner, but can lose it all in a few seconds! The game ended with Shirley, Pat, Barbara, Jeannie, Gerald, and Terry naked. I had managed to retain my shirt, which sort of covered me.
Jane indicated for us all to get dressed, and take a break before the next session.
When we had recovered and reconvened, Jane gave each of us a tag with a number on. Mine was five. "I want you to discover who has the same number tag as yourself. That person will be your partner for the next session. Stand next to your partner, and hold hands."
I went round the gathering. Shirley was number two. Pity, I rather fancied her. She had a nice body when she stripped off. Barbara was number one. And so it went on until I got to the sixth and last woman, June. Aha! This one must be my partner, a pretty girl in her twenties. I hadn't got to see her tits, but she certainly had a nice bare arse! "Number five!" I announced. "Number two!" she replied.
It took a few seconds for the implication of what she had said sank in. We had not all been partnered with someone of the opposite sex. I soon met the other holder of number five, it was David. We shook hands, and got in line.
We ended up with four mixed couples, and two same sex couples, Shirley and June, plus David and myself. David and I agreed there had been a mistake.
"I told you to hold hands, Ian!" reminded Jane. "Jane, there's been some mistake, you've got your numbers in a twist!" I joked. "Not at all," replied Clive. "Anyone can be paired with anyone else. Our contract covers all sorts of magazines, and this means we need versatile models. The object of this training session is for you to get used to displaying your bodies, in and out of costume, on your own, and in contact with others of either sex. Now please make that contact and hold hands!" This was going to be worse than I had realised! Dave and I uneasily held each other's hand, wondering exactly how versatile we were expected to be.
"First we will practice facial expressions!" announced Jane, taking us through a range of different ways of looking at our partners. Anger! Humour! Pity! Lust!
When she was satisfied with our performances, she asked us all to face our partners, and put our arms around their necks. "Now we'll move on to hugging and kissing!" she announced. "Pull each other's head towards you, and give each other a long kiss on the lips," she said. David and I, hands clasped behind each other's neck and, holding our lips tightly together, made contact.
"You two don't look as if you're enjoying this!" complained Clive. "Everyone else is!" "We're too embarrassed to enjoy it!" David objected. "Everyone else looks relaxed about it, including Shirley and June!" retorted Clive. He got the remaining four men to pair up with each other, and try the kiss. "You're all about as shy as each other!" exclaimed Clive. "Never mind, we'll do some special training on that a bit later. Meanwhile, back to your original partners."
Dave and I looked miserably at each other as the other men resumed their female partners.
Jane took over again. "Face each other, put your arms on each other's shoulders, and slowly move them down your partners backs, until you're clasping each other's buttocks."
Everyone else got really stuck into this, and even Dave and I thought we were doing quite well as we stood there holding each other's buttocks firmly. Dave had a nice trim arse, and, entering into the spirit of things, I gave it a playful squeeze. He wasn't amused. "Watch it!" he warned, with half a smile on his face.
"Better," said Jane, "but Dave and Ian, you still don't look as if you're enjoying it much. I don't mind if you're not - but you must look as if you are!" "Now we want you to get familiar with other bodies, and not to look, embarrassed when others get familiar with yours," she said. "Geoff and Jeannie can go first, and when they're finished, the rest of the mixed couples can copy the routine."
Geoff and Jeannie went up on the stage. "I want to start with the man standing behind the woman, and feeling her all over," suggested Jane. Geoff stood behind Jeannie, and started fondling her breasts. Before long he had his hands inside her jumper. "Now down to the midriff," suggested Jane. He lowered his hands to Jeannie's stomach, and slid them under the bottom of her T-shirt, stroking her with a circular movement.
Soon Jane had Geoff running his hands up Jeannie's legs and under her skirt. "Now feel under her knickers!" said Jane. You could see Geoff's hands moving back and forth under her skirt, Jeannie blushing furiously, while Geoff looked like he'd won the lottery..
Before long it was time for the roles to be reversed. "Let's warm it up a bit!" said Jane. "Get him down to his underwear, Jeannie!" Jeannie started stripping Geoff, and soon he was standing in a pair of boxer shorts. "Feel him like he felt you!" instructed Jane, and Jeannie's fingers ran all over Geoff's chest, then she rubbed his stomach. Finally her hands went down to his knees, and ran up the inside of his thighs, finally lifting the legs of the boxers, and disappearing inside them for a good old feel around.
By the time she had finished the boxers stuck out a few inches.
"OK! All the mixed couples do that now! Shirley and June, too. Decide between you who will be the man!"
David and I went out for a cigarette while we were waiting for our turn. "What shall we do if they expect us to do something similar?" I asked. David was fairly laid back about it. "It's not too bad. Just make it look good, and simulate the feeling around," he suggested. We got back just as they were finishing.
"Now for your turn," said Jane.
David and I got up on to the stage, while the others took their turn to sit down and watch.. "Ian," said Jane. "You're going to massage David's legs!" Jane gave me a small bottle of oil, and Clive dragged a table on to the stage. "But with a difference," Jane added. "David will bend over the table from his waist, with his feet on the floor, and legs spread wide."
David assumed bent over the table. "You're going to get your jeans extremely greasy, David!" pointed out Jane, patiently. "Now stop wasting our time, and strip from the waist down!" Thinking of his contract, and my spanking, David decided to obediently remove his trousers and pants, trainers and socks, and bent over the table. "Now spread those legs!" Jane snapped.
With his legs wide apart, his balls hung freely. I left him there for all to see while I took his clothes down to the 'audience' and left them with Shirley. I was determined to exact my revenge for that spanking he had given me earlier!
There wasn't much scope for simulation here! I rubbed some oil on my hands.
I started at his left ankle, and with both hands, encircled his leg and rubbed the oil up and down between ankle and knee. I did the same to his right leg.
Then I re-oiled my hands, and moved up to his left knee, giving his thigh the same treatment, running my hand right up into his groin. I repeated this on his right thigh, and then laid one hand on the inside of each leg at the ankle, and ran them up to his groin, moving them backwards and forwards at that level, the sides of David's balls brushing against the backs of my hands as I did so.
Once again I applied oil to my hands, and rubbed his buttocks until they were shiny. Finally, with one last handful of oil, I placed my hand between his legs, and massaged his balls and his dick. His dick soon started to grow, and I encircled the shaft with my right hand, relentlessly rubbing up and down, whilst holding back his balls and the base of his prick with my other. Before long he had a real sturdy hard on.
David's shirt was long enough to cover his embarrassment, and Shirley was mockingly waving his trousers at him. He went to leave the stage to get them, but Jane stopped him. "I don't really think you need them just yet!" she said. "Stay on the stage, while you get familiar with Ian."
What had she got in store for me, I wondered.
"Ian, strip to your underpants!" she ordered, and I was soon sporting nothing but my thin, tight, white cotton tangas, which I have to admit, were a size too small. They left little to the imagination.
"Now we'll practice that previous routine again!" said Jane. "Hands round shoulders, and run them down each others backs very slowly until you are clasping buttock!" We hugged, and started the routine. Somehow it didn't seem so bad now. I soon had my hands full of David's bare buttocks, again. "Inside Ian's underpants for the buttock clasp!" ordered Jane, and I felt David's hands sliding over my cheeks.
"Pull yourselves towards each other, and David, slide your penis inside the leg of Ian's underpants!" ordered Jane.
David freed one of his hands, and guided his still erect weapon in between the elastic and my groin, pushing it in right up to the hilt until it nestled in my thick pubic hair. I soon felt the warmth of David's throbbing cock alongside mine, which had grown in sympathy with it. "Kiss open-mouthed until I tell you to stop!" ordered Jane. "Keep fondling each other's bums." Our lips met, and after about half a minute of this, we got so carried away that neither of us could resist tentatively exploring with our tongues. Jane let this go on for two or three minutes before calling us to a halt.
"Well done! You can get dressed now!" said Jane. I started getting my kit back on, but David was looking frantically around for sight of his nether garments. "Looking for these, Dave?" called Shirley holding up David's clothes. Everyone laughed. David turned, flushed, and had no alternative but to climb down from the stage, still fully hard, hands everywhere reaching out to touch him up as he ran the gauntlet to reach Shirley.
"David glared at me and threatened sulkily: "Just wait till I get you at a disadvantage in a starring role!"
"Now all the men pair up, and repeat that hugging routine!" ordered Clive. "Let's make sure there are no looks of hesitation or embarrassment. Ian, you partner Terry, David, you go with Gerald. And remember, if any of you don't get it natural this time, you'll all have go through the same routine you've just witnessed - but next time the whole sequence will be completely nude from the start."
That concentrated everyone's minds! 19 year old Terry took Clive's advice to heart, hugging me closely, running his hands down my back, and clasping my cheeks tightly, pulling me close to him.
"Now the kiss!" said Jane. Terry didn't waste a moment. He planted his lips firmly on mine, parted them, and inserted his tongue right inside my mouth. "Well done!" exclaimed Clive. "You've all passed with flying colours. Tomorrow we start casting."
To be continued ........