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.

And nothing went wrong? Unbelievable.

You may have remembered that I mentioned a 4 hour private party a client wanted with just himself and four gorgeous ladies, including me,lol.

Well, that was yesterday. And what a most decadent, debauched  way to spend an afternoon. I should’ve been apprehensive, wondering if all was going to go well on the day, it also didn’t help that the penthouse suite we had booked was on the 13th floor. *Cue theme from the Twilight Zone*.

But nothing went wrong. What a fab time we all had. I greeted our client at the door with a big smooch, took him upstairs where SJ had a bottle of pink champagne at the ready about to go pop. Both Kiera and SJ greeted him with big long snogs. We told him a bit of a porky and said that his fourth lady Celine had a bit of trouble with the trains and would be there momentarily. Imagine his suprise when, after we undressed him and led him to the bathroom, he found her buck nekkid in the jacuzzi with the bubbles going.

And it was all downhill from there. Inhibitions went out the high-rise window, lingerie was discarded, the bed creaked rhythmically and noisely (the sofa took a bit of a battering too), even the bathroom saw some action. Well, with a jacuzzi you just have to make use of it, don’t you? We were a tangle of arms, legs, boobs and all the other naked bits you can think of.

Inbetween we rested with chat, some lovely buffet food that we picked up from good old Marks, and we also made sure we had enough wine and juice on the go, you know, to replenish our energy with.

Things finally came to a head (ooeerr) around 7.30pm (we had started at 3pm). Where the time went, I don’t know. The client was a lovely, lovely man who I know enjoyed every single minute of it, and we did too. It was the sort of stuff that guys only dream about, but he made come true.

I hope he got home okay and his legs didn’t give way too much and  didn’t look too strange with that wide grin on his face.

A big thanks to you P, and thanks for the Thornton’s chocolate. I shall take my time with those.

I had a booking with one of my favourite clients at Victoria yesterday, and he always likes to see me dress up before he takes everything off,lol. He had been away working for a couple weeks and I hadn’t seen him in a while, and he was feeling particularly horny. I’m running out of sexy outfits at this rate but I do my best to surprise him. He had asked for something specific, which I didn’t have. But I said “leave it to me”, and had a think about what I could indeed surprise him with.

So I put on my red bone corset that I can hardly breath in (long-time admirers of my ample assets will remember this corset from my old sites, it pushes my boobs up and out to bursting point). I also wore my old faithful six-strap sussie belt, complete with deliberetely laddered black stockings. No point in putting on any thongs I thought, they’d be off soon enough anyway,lol.

Complete with heels and red lipstick and almost wearing my boobs as a smile, I looked like a 19th century tart. I even ruffled my usually well-coiffed hair to look as if I’d been dragged out of bed, for that extra dirty come hither look. The finished look was fantastic. It was all I could do to pull myself away from the mirror when the buzzer rang announcing the arrival of my client. I was strutting my stuff in front of it.

And may I say, he was well blown away. The look on his face when he walked through the door was, as the Mastercard ad says, priceless. It was well worth not being able to breath properly for about half an hour. The lipstick was soon kissed off, and everything else followed soon after. I only wished that I remembered at the time to take a picture of myself so I could’ve posted it on my blog for you to see. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. Maybe another opportunity will present itself.

But you gents certainly do love to keep me on my toes. I have one favourite client whose prefered state of my outfit is totally naked. I do get a kick out of trying to accommodate all tastes and requirements. Sometimes I can’t manage everything that is asked of me, but I always try my best with what I have.

Who knew dressing up (or sometimes not) could be so fun. Now I still have to find a Christmas outfit for the party.

Wish me luck.