“We only offer single rooms, and only to single men and women. The hotel is as sex free as it is clothing free. Anyone discovered with another person in their room will be thrown onto the street. If you need to deal with your erection then do so in your own room and do it alone.”
Pilates is hard after spending an hour dancing around on a Monday, but my body is starting to feel like a rock, and for the first time in my life I can barely pinch anything around my waist.
And in other weird news, I was feeling like I really needed to masturbate after I got in, I think because the rest of me was so tired but my libido is all fired up, and I remembered that Mel told me I could if I uploaded some of those pictures of myself naked and in the yoke. I looked at them and I really just can’t, but I went to the website again, the ones with the other photos of me on, and there’s some new chatter with people wondering “what the model’s name is” which I find hilarious, because it’s just little old me with no clothes on and doing nothing particularly special.
“First I’m going to strip you naked, then I’m going to run my hands over every inch of your body, and then we’re going to dance like nobody’s watching, but everyone will be.”
I got a message from Ellie today, and I had to ask, and the answer was that still nothing happened. I mean: Ellie was almost half-naked! I would have made a pass at her if Stephen wasn’t there. Such a missed opportunity!
But the main thing I noticed was Mia: by her presence she commanded the space. She was wearing… well, you can probably guess what she was, or rather wasn’t, wearing. I recognised the red heels from the other day and, besides those and her thick black hair, her bare, creamy skin seemed to cast a light on the room. On her hands and forearms were a pair of long, silk gloves, but that was the only part of her skin that was covered.
She had a large, gold-sprayed handbag hooked on the crook of her elbow, an oversized watch on one wrist and a bracelet on the other, and a large braided necklace around her neck with a single stone which hung between her breasts. Long earrings almost reached her shoulders and, to crown it off was, well, a crown, or rather a tiara that sparkled in the intense lighting.
I smiled; the image of her was seductive, sensual, erotic and also comical all at the same time. If she had been wearing a long, flowing evening gown it would have been easy to dismiss her as the new-money wife of a rich footballer. Yet, by being naked beneath all of the accessories, she was offering commentary on money instead of trying to represent it.
I looked at some of the other guests; there were more than a few who were wearing at least one item resembling something that Mia was sneering at: a brash watch, a tasteless necklace, or a “look at me” handbag. Admittedly, no-one else was wearing a tiara.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and I wasn’t the only one. “Amazing, isn’t she?” a voice said from beside me.
I turned around and saw a late middle-aged man in an expensive suit with a neatly trimmed beard and grey hair.
“All those things that many people aspire to and yet, if you removed them, Mia would become more beautiful as each item disappeared.”
He had a point: her nakedness served to highlight just how drab those expensive items were by comparison.
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I just saw the last thing I wrote yesterday, and as if to emphasise it I’ve spent this evening prancing around naked or in the process of getting naked in Mel’s flat as we keep going over and over that stupid routine. It doesn’t even feel as sexy any more, stripping down to that c-string and nipple pasties, because partly I just feel a bit silly, and partly I’ve done it a lot now.
She says I’ve still got a lot of work to do.
“It is possible to ride a bike in a long dress, but if it gets caught in the pedals I can tell you you will lose buttons”
Sorry to disappoint, but hanging out with Ellie and Stephen did not turn into a threesome. But it was still a lot of fun.
Stephen’s still quite quiet, and it’s funny that Ellie is being more and more obvious about wanting something more physical with him, and last night when we got to a restaurant it turned out she had this semi-transparent dress underneath with dark underwear. You couldn’t see a lot unless you squinted, or maybe in bright lights, but it definitely got Stephen’s attention. And mine.
But we were chatting and laughing, and then while working out what to have for dessert I couldn’t help but tease Stephen by saying something about Ellie looking good enough to eat, and it made him blush, and Ellie blushed a bit. I said it was almost like Ellie was just sitting there in her underwear
And then I said: “You know what would be even more adventurous.” And Ellie looked at me and said “Don’t you dare even think it,” and I left her hanging, because I’m sure she thought I was going to suggest she take the thing off, but instead I said: “It would be so much more daring…” and I emphasised that word, reminder her that this was part of our deal, and she stopped me and said “Don’t!” and tried to put a hand over my mouth, but I held her off and continued “If you didn’t feel the need to wear anything at all underneath.”
She said she couldn’t believe I would suggest that, and I said I could dare a lot worse and maybe I would if we sat here long enough.
She got up and went to the bathroom, and her eyes were staring like she was in a daze when she came back and, sure enough, you could see two pretty little nipples beneath the shear fabric and, I’m sure if you looked and if she hadn’t sat down so quickly, a whole lot more than that.
Stephen didn’t know where to look, or rather he knew where he wanted to look, but kept trying not to. And I could tell Ellie was enjoying that, and she went into a much more flirty mode than I’ve ever seen before, and poor Stephen was like putty in her hands.
We had dessert and then I thought I’d best leave them to it, and I could tell from the way Stephen tried to stand up that there was something stirring in his trousers, so perhaps tonight would be the night! If Ellie had any say it would be.
I feel a bit jealous, now, because they get on well and Stephen’s nice, even if not that exciting, and my life seems to be going in some weird direction that I can’t even put into words.
“It was partially a nudist resort, divided down the middle, but somehow I’d ended up at a party in the other half.”
“I’ve got enough footage from out there,” he said, “So I guess we can get started.” I nodded. I saw him glance at my cleavage; I realised, in all the time we’d worked together, that this was probably the first time he’d seen me in anything other than a blouse. Strangely, I felt flattered that, even with Cassandra’s and Sue’s breasts only a few feet away, I could still provide a small distraction, even covered as I was.
“Let’s do the intro first,” I said, and Jim propped his camera up onto his shoulder. The red light came on to show he was recording. I grabbed the microphone he held out for me and stood still with the café counter behind me with the girls working away.
“Here we are inside ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ to see how the business runs. As you can see, Cassandra and Sue are busy behind me, and I’m in my uniform ready to lend a hand.”
At this point, Jim should be filming me from the chest upwards. Hopefully, with my shoulders bare, the viewers will be assuming that I’ve stripped off as well. I paused for a second.
Jim gave a thumbs up: it was the sign that he’d pulled back to get my bikini top in the frame.
“Well, you didn’t think I’d be willing to bare all on my salary, did you?” I said as I shrugged. Jim smiled and the red light went off as he stopped recording.
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Kara Bryn 