Yesterday I had a morning booking with my Newcastle Brown favourite (he knows why I call him that).

On a few occassions he’s asked that I greet him at the door naked, but I’ve always insisted that I at least wear a pair of thongs. I didn’t want to be responsible for scaring my landlady’s cats.

But yesterday they were out and I thought, why not. I buzzed my client in as I was just about to change into my….contact lenses. But I didn’t even get that far. So there I was, wearing nothing by my specs. My client came up the stairs and I swear if he had his way he would’ve taken me there and then on the landing. Now that would’ve really scared the pussies (ooerrr, missus).

It was a little odd but yet refreshing being free of stockings, sussies and basques.

It shall henceforth be known as the nekkid secretary look.