He was having breakfast in his favourite little cafe, reading the paper, when he came across a small advert in the classifieds.
"Male life model required for health class." It gave the name and number of a very exclusive girls' finishing school in the city. John had heard of these Swiss finishing schools - they were where the ultra-rich sent their daughters after high school, where they would learn the skills a wealthy heiress would need in starting her adult life. Things like party planning, instructing staff, how to behave on a yacht, getting in and out of low-slung sports cars without showing their underwear, that kind of thing.
"Might be interesting, he thought, and called the number. When he finally managed to explain in his poor french what he was calling about, the receptionist transferred him, and soon a woman with a cut-glass english accent answered. He explained himself again.
"Ah, yes," she said, "Here at La Maison we pride ourselves on preparing our young ladies for their debut into society. These days that includes male anatomy. There's only so much you can learn from a textbook, so I think it would benefit them to see the real thing. I'm looking for a young gentleman who would be willing to be naked in front of a small group of young ladies. Is that something you think you could do?"
"Absolutely," he replied, "I did some life modeling last year, so I learned to be comfortable naked in front of people."
"And how old are you?"
"Twenty."
"Very well. I can tell from your accent that you're English. Can I take it, therefore, that you are uncircumcised?"
"Yes - is that a problem?"
"On the contrary - several of my girls are American, so will mostly encounter circumcised men, but I think it's good for them to see an intact penis. Shall we say tomorrow at ten? Come to the main entrance of the school, and ask for Miss Lucy. Oh, and I know I don't need to ask you to be sure to shower before coming."
"Of course," said John, "see you then." and hung up.
The next morning at ten, the freshly-scrubbed John arrived at the school.
He walked from the gate across the quadrangle. There was a group of girls sitting in the grass chatting quietly and studying. They were all in uniform, which surprised him, since this school only catered to eighteen and nineteen year olds. They were pretty in that careless way that rich girls can be.
A very attractive woman in her early forties met him in the entrance hall. She was wearing a high-collared white blouse with pearls, a fairly tight black skirt to just below the knee, and moderate-heeled black shoes.
"Pleased to meet you," she said, "I'm Lucy. Please follow me, class starts very soon."
He followed her down a long hallway, taking to opportunity to admire the way her bottom moved.
They entered a wood-paneled study. A large mahogany desk sat on one side, with high bookcases behind it, filled with leather-bound volumes. In the center of the room was a large vintage medical exam table, made of dark wood with green leather padding..
“This was a clinic before the school moved in, and they left a couple of these,” she said, “they come in handy occasionally.”
“Please disrobe and take a seat.” she said. “You can cover yourself with this.”
She handed him a towel.
I'll be back with the girls in about five minutes.
John undressed and carefully folded his clothes, then sat back on the exam table with the towel across his lap.
In a few minutes, Lucy re-entered the room, with four girls following her. She stood on one side of the exam table, and the girls lined up neatly on the other on the other. Two were blonde, one was brunette, and the last one had beautiful red hair. They were all wearing the school uniform of crisp white shirt, plaid skirt, white socks and dark blue buckled shoes. John recognised two of them from the group sitting outside.
“Now then, girls,” said Lucy, “This is John, and he had kindly agreed to help our class this morning. Since we've been studying the male reproductive system this week, I though it would be best for you to see it in the flesh, as it were.”
One of the girls sniggered, but quickly stifled it at a sharp look from Lucy.
Lucy indicated the towel covering John's lap.
“What do we expect to find under here?” she asked, “Madison?”
“A penis, miss.” replied the only brunette of the four.
“Correct. What else? Charlotte?”
“Testicles, miss.” replied the red-head.
“Correct again,” said Lucy, and removed the towel.
“As you can see,” she said, and waved her hand over John's genitals, “the penis and the testicles.”
John looked straight ahead, determined not to make eye contact with any of the girls.
Lucy took hold of his penis from where it lay on his belly, and lifted it upright.
“The penis consists of the shaft,” she said, squeezing it, “and the head, or glans, in John's case, currently hidden under his foreskin. Kimberly, why is that?”
“Because he's circumcised , Miss Lucy?”
“Oh dear,” sighed Miss Lucy, “Alicia?”
“Because he's uncircumcised, Miss.” replied the blonde, confidently.
“Correct.” Lucy said, and pulled John's foreskin back. He desperately started thinking about company meetings, football, calculus, anything to try not to get an erection. He hadn't been expecting to be handled like this!
“Now you can see the glans, and the exit of the urethra.”
She released his penis, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, she carefully took hold of his balls.
“Now here we have the scrotum,” she said, gently pulling on the skin, “and inside, the testes.”
She she rolled the balls around between her fingers, pressing them to the outside of the sac so that the girls could see their shape.
“You should now be able to see why they are often referred to as 'balls',” she continued.
John was losing the battle, and his cock was noticeable beginning to grow.
“As you can see, manual stimulation has caused some arousal, resulting in the beginnings of an erection.”
From the corner of his eye, John could see that the girls were fighting as hard against giggling as he was against the erection, with similar lack of success.
“Kimberley, what is the purpose of an erection in the penis?” asked Miss Lucy.
“To enable entry into the vagina, Miss.” replied the pretty girl.
“That's right, and what else, besides manual stimulation, could a girl do to encourage an erection? Madison?”
“Um, she could show him her tits, Miss?” replied the girl.
“Breasts, dear, tits are a kind of bird,” said Miss Lucy, “but yes, that may have the desired effect.