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As you get up on the stage, you lock eyes with Mozzie. She seems to be speechless, unsure of how to proceed in this situation. Her mouth is slightly ajar as she looks at you, no doubt unsure if you looked this jacked yesterday when you first approached her. She seems to come to her senses, having you stand straight and tall in the center of the stage directly in front of the long table that reaches out all the way to the back of the room. You slowly look at each and every girl in the club, noting what they all look like now before you eventually take control over every one of them. Mozzie finally comes to her senses and proclaims "Okay everyone, let's get started. I would recommend going from top to bottom as we start today. It's important to first begin with an outline before moving into the details." She turns and looks up at you, gently placing her hands on you as she moves you into an ideal pose for practice. After a bit of fidgeting with you she stands back to give you some space. "Your all set" she says, giving you a little smile. As she turns away to get off the stage and sit in a seat on the side of the room, you make your next move.

"If we want to start at the top, I know I can help give a better outline" you say. Just as no one is able to stop you, your take off your uniform shirt in front of everyone. As you pull the shirt off over your head, you look and see all eight of the club members now have wide eyes and their jaws hitting the floor. Those girls that tried earlier to focus on their setup and not stare were unable to keep their eyes off your newly topless body. You even swear you heard at least a few gasps. You decide to keep nonchalant, tossing your shirt over at Mozzie who is also sitting in her chair speechless and unsure if she wants to stop this. Of course, your influence over the room means any protesting will be quickly rebuffed. You get back to the original pose and watch as the girls try to compose themselves and start painting. Mozzie meanwhile is still clutching your shirt, keeping it with her as she sits to the side and watches the show.

You stand still for quite some time, giving everyone the opportunity to work on their art. You are surprised how many of them are even able to focus on their easel enough to get some work done. As time ticks away, you prepare for your next suggestion. "Is everyone almost done with the top? I am ready to give a better view of my lower half when you ready". None of the girls give a response. None of them want to say what they are thinking. Without much wait, you look over at Mozzie who is also increasingly flustered, "Do you have a towel I can use to cover myself." 

She shakes herself back to reality, maybe convincing herself that you only want to be a proper art model. "Yes uhhhhhh of course." She stands up and walks over to you before grabbing you by the arm. "Here let's go to the backroom to get you ready. Everybody else take a quick break." Mozzie escorts you over to a door by the stage. You look back at the long table and see the girls trying to compose themselves. As you walk into the backroom, you realize it is now just you and Mozzie alone in a small room. "Let's see, yes here they are" she says finding a stack of towels on a shelf in the room. "Go ahead and try one of these on. If you don't mind try to use a shorter one so they can get a view of as much of your legs as possible" she states as she stands there, trying not to make eye contact and act casual. You finally decide to act.

You turn around and start stripping off your pants. Perhaps Mozzie was planning to give you private time to change but you figured she won't say no. You wrap yourself with one of the smaller towels, not that it matters as even the largest one won't stop your cock from hanging out below it and in view. You reach under the towel around your waste and take off your underwear then quickly turn to face Mozzie. You give her a little pose to show you are ready. She isn't looking up at you though. Her eyes are fully locked on your lower half, where the towel barely even covers half of your demonic cock. You wait for her to say something but it's like she is frozen. You decide to take control.

"Oh sorry about that, didn't even think about that" you say as you lie through your smile. "Looks like none of these towels are going to be long enough for me." You decide to:

*[[Take off your towel and fuck Mozzie right there in the back room]]
*[[Suggest Mozzie to join you as a model on stage]]
*[[Walk out to the club members with the short towel on]]


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