Chapter 2

Emmy became defensive. “I’m not…”

“Here’s the deal,” Violet said, cutting the professor off. “I’ll pose for you. My services will be free. In exchange, I want copies of all the photographs. I promise I won’t re-distribute them anywhere. You own all the rights. I just want a set of images for myself.”

Emmy looked directly at the student. There was a sincerness in Violet’s eyes and in her voice.

“Because I know that I won’t look like this forever,” Violet candidly replied. “So it’s nice to have these kinds of pictures to keep. It’ll be something I have to look back on, always.”

“I understand your point.”

“Plus, I’d like to learn from you. Beyond the classroom, I mean. I’d like to see firsthand how you create your gorgeous visuals.”

Emmy gave a flattered smile, which she tried to hold back. She was running out of excuses to deny the persistent student. After a moment, she realized that there weren’t any excuses left.

“Okay, fine,” Emmy said. “We’ll do private modeling sessions together at the retreat, before the other professors arrive.”

“You won’t be disappointed, professor. I promise.”

“I doubt that I will.”

“Send me an email with the location. I’ll be there.”

Violet gave a pleased expression and turned to walk away.

“You forgot your pictures,” Emmy pointed out.

“Keep them. Those are for you.”

The student left. And Emmy wondered if she was beginning to cross a boundary that no professor should cross with a student. Soon enough, she was going to find out.

Weeks later. Towards the end of the semester, Emmy and Violet met for coffee at the University cafe. It was much too busy and crowded for anyone to hear their private conversation. They were in their own little world as they talked about their lives and experiences.

Emmy revealed that she had been an art enthusiast all her life. Plus she had the background for it. Her father was a ballet instructor. Her mother was a stage actress. Creativity was practically in her genes.

What she enjoyed most about creating art was capturing the beauty in all things. In her mind, beauty can be found in anything pure. It was just a matter of searching for it.

She also revealed that she was a single woman. Sure, there had been a few serious relationships over the years, but none of them seemed to work out. There were perks to living alone, she explained. There was a sense of freedom to it. She could do whatever she wanted, at any hour. But she admitted that it would be nice to have someone special in her life.

Violet revealed that she had moved to the city a few years ago. She lived alone in a small apartment. And she supports herself financially by doing modeling work and other things.

It was in her early 20’s that she was approached by a woman to pose. Violet fell in love with the work. She loved posing. She loved displaying her beauty. And she loved being admired. It gave her more confidence in life. Confidence to do whatever she needed in order to be an independent woman.

They had a lot in common, despite their age difference. Soon, the age thing didn’t matter anymore. Neither did the student/teacher aspect.

They began seeing each other as friends.

Weeks later. The semester had ended and Emmy arrived at the small resort area in the early morning. It was in an elevated area surrounded by mountains. Snow was all around. It had the perfect scenery. It was the perfect place to make all kinds of art.

She watched as Violet arrived and parked her car. The student carried a small bag with her. It was the first time that Emmy had ever seen Violet without red lipstick on. Emmy noted that Violet had very pretty lips.

They hugged and made small talk. There was nothing but smiles between them.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Emmy asked, gesturing to their surroundings.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

They went inside the resort and Violet got settled into to her room. Afterwards, they had breakfast together. Even though they had only known each other for a few months, they felt like old friends.

“You must be exhausted from the drive,” Emmy said in a motherly way. “Shall we begin after lunch?”

“No way. We’re here for one reason. I want to take advantage of our time together.”

Emmy nodded. “Okay. Any preferences?”

“Outdoors? Indoors? Is there anything you want to do?”

Violet thought for a moment. “It’s wonderful outside. And it’s not that cold either. Why don’t we play in the snow?”

There was no sense of shame or embarrassment in Violet’s voice. She sounded like someone who knew what she was doing. And she did. Violet was young, but she was a pro. She was someone who was experienced with nudity in front of the camera. And it was something she embraced.

And that slightly caught Emmy off guard.

“We don’t have to do that,” Emmy said uncomfortably. “It won’t be necessary for today. We have other models coming soon.”

Violet raised an eyebrow. “Why? Are you afraid of seeing your student with no clothes on?”

“It’s not that. I’ve seen plenty of students during live modeling.”

“It’s a little awkward,” Emmy finally stated. “That’s all. You know, we’ve really gotten to know each other. So we shouldn’t have to do this.”

It was a bullshit excuse and weak reasoning. And Violet saw right through it.

Violet gave a faint smile. “It’s funny. Aren’t I supposed to be the nervous one? After all, I’m the one taking my clothes off. Not you.”

“Call it whatever you want. But I think we’re both here to make some awesome artwork together, aren’t we?”

This time, it was Emmy’s turn to smile. “I think we are.”

“Then it’s settled. Erotic art, here we come.”

Both women smiled at each other before taking another sip of coffee, as a gesture that they were going to make some unbelievable work together.

An hour later. After refreshing in their rooms, and changing their clothes, they met in the lobby and headed outdoors.

Emmy was dressed in her usual hipster style, complete with a long scarf around her neck. She also brought an expensive camera with her.

But it was Violet who made the big transformation. Her hair was fixed nicely. Her make up was done to look glamorous. Red lipstick made her face look far more womanly. High heels were on her feet.

She wore a silk robe to cover her body.

A few heads turned when Violet walked by. But it was a very liberal area, and most people knew that the resort was commonly used by art enthusiasts, so they were used to seeing beautiful models walking around.

They went outside. Snow had recently fallen. But at that point, the sun had come out. It wasn’t too cold. It was bearable.

Further they went towards a private outdoor area. There were trees, snow on the ground, and a mountain scenery. The last thing Emmy wanted was for people to see the nude shoot.

“We can always do this indoors,” Emmy said. “You must be freezing.”

“I’m fine. And this is what we’re here for, right? This beautiful scenery. It’ll make for amazing shots.”

“That’s true. But I’m assuming you want to lose the robe. Can you handle the temperature then?”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Violet replied. “So how should we start? You be the guide.”

Emmy prepped her camera. “Do what feels natural to you. Act like this is the first time you’ve ever seen the trees, the snow, or the sun. Act like this is the first time you’ve ever been outside.”

“Emotional instructions. Interesting.”

“I find that whatever a model thinks, it shows subtly on their facial expressions and physical reactions. I always go for something genuine. That makes for amazing photographs.”

“See, I’m learning already. You’re a wonderful teacher.”

Violet raised her arms and she twirled around, with her heels rubbing against the snow covered dirt.

Snapshots were taken by Emmy’s camera. The process had begun, and already she realized the true beauty and potential that Violet had. The girl was a natural when it came to modeling.

“How am I doing so far?” Violet asked, striking other poses.

“Amazing. Like you’ve done this a million times before.”

Violet posed alongside the trees. “That’s because I have. I love modeling. And I love being naked.”

There was a candor in Violet’s voice, like she wanted to share. Like she wanted to let the professor know that nothing was off limits. And with Violet’s personality, nothing would be off limits.

“You certainly have the confidence for nude modeling,” Emmy said, taking even more pictures.

“Do you ever pose nude for other artists?”

“For who?” Violet asked.

There were more snaps from the camera as Violet struck different poses around the snowy forest area.

“I pose for other artists occasionally. We take turns painting each other. It can feel quite liberating at times.”

“Maybe we should try that together.”

For a moment, Emmy couldn’t tell if Violet was being serious, or if she was just being a tease.

Emmy gulped. “Let’s focus on you right now.”

Violet turned her back to the professor. Then she loosened the robe and dropped the top to her shoulders. More snaps from the camera.

Each pose looked like a deliberate tease. Emmy didn’t know whether Violet was teasing the camera, or her. There was a clear seduction with everything that Violet did.

“Can you close your eyes for a moment, please?” Violet asked.

It was a question which had completely baffled Emmy. In all her years of working with nude models, she had never been asked to look away in the middle of working on a project.

“Just do it, please,” Violet replied sincerely.

“Okay,” Emmy said. “My eyes are closed.”

While Emmy closed her eyes, she heard a brief shuffling noise.

“It’s okay to open them now,” Violet said.

When Emmy opened her eyes, she saw Violet holding the thin robe to cover her chest and crotch. Other than the robe, Violet was completely naked underneath. It looked like a vulnerable sight as Violet approached full nudity.

“Beautiful,” Emmy said instinctively.

She immediately wished she hadn’t made a comment on the student’s body. She rarely ever commented on physical appearance in the midst of working with a nude model. But in that moment, the word just slipped from her mouth.

“I’m glad you like.”

The camera snapped several more times as Violet made different poses. With each pose, Violet continued holding the robe over her breasts and crotch. It was more teasing. More games. More seduction to the camera.

Deep down, Emmy wished the robe was already gone. A part of her was actually kind of excited to see what Violet looked like naked.

“You’re right,” Violet said, with a slight shiver in her voice. “I’m freezing. I’m really really cold.”

“Shall we go inside?”

“You like emotions, right?” Violet asked. “It makes the pictures more provocative. Well right now, I feel pain. I feel agony. My body is being tortured. My skin feels like it’s being burned.”

Emmy snapped another photo. “I can tell from the way your body is reacting.”

“Do you like seeing me so vulnerable and in pain?”

Emmy hesitated, then took another picture. “Yes.”

There was a faint smile on Violet’s face. She bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. Then she brought the snow behind her robe. She rubbed the snow, hard, on each of her breasts.

“It hurts,” Violet said, pressing the icy cold snow against her tits.

Violet dropped the snow. “Do you want to see how hard my nipples are from the cold?”

The question made Emmy pause and take a breath.

“Only if you’re willing to show the camera.”

Violet responded by lowering the right side of her robe. She exposed her right breast to the camera, which was small and upturned. She exposed her small pink nipple. It was completely stiff from the touch of the snow.