I made it to the run this morning, and set a new best time! It helped that the ground isn’t quite as waterlogged as it has been. Mel said it showed progress, but now I had to take another minute off that… She, of course, is a good few minutes faster.

She asked me if I was meeting my threesome friends this weekend. I wish I was, but unfortunately nothing fun is planned at all. In fact, today was the opposite of fun, as I had to stay in this afternoon to meet a builder to look at the leaking roof. And he didn’t turn up until after five o’clock, because he said he’d come from another job. And to top it all off, he says the ceiling is close to going completely, because the leak has been there for ages, and they’ll need to replace part of the roof, and the ceiling, and that’ll mean scaffolding out the back and an unusable kitchen for a week! Plus it’ll cost a few thousand pounds.

Not a good day all-in-all.

No plans at all this evening! So I came home. But I’m getting a bit addicted to seeing how many people are looking at my photos online, and what they’re saying.

And then in a bit of a rush of enthusiasm I replied to one, and owned up to them… Not under my real name, of course. But I said they were me, but I wouldn’t say where I lived or where they were taken, and I thanked someone for saying nice things. It was kind of exhilarating, and now I’m thinking again about uploading those other photos. I mean, they’re really embarrassing, if they got out, but the ones already on there are too. I sort of feel like I’ve held out long enough and now I can show Mel I’m in charge by doing it at a time of my own choosing.

I’ll sleep on it.

I had a one-to-one with Jo today. She wants me to take on managing another couple of people on top of Tim and Rachel, which is good, and I realised that I’m way behind on trying to get my career on track. Mel had me writing things down but that’s all gone out of the window with this cabaret night thing. And there I was thinking we weren’t achieving anything!

I was feeling flirty again and I said it would be nice to go out for a more informal friendly chat sometime, so we’re doing that next week, whenever Jo finds a clear evening.

It’s been a busy working week and my limbs are tired from exercise. I found a new way to boost my energy a little in Pilates, though, which was to pretend that I was doing it naked. It certainly helped, but now I wish I really could! The teacher’s kind of cute, actually, like all those yoga/pilates type: barely an ounce of fat on her and as flexible as anything.

I can’t believe I’m talking like that about another woman.

Running this morning after dancing last night was not fun. My legs felt like they were made of lead. But I guess I did it.

Other than that I’ve just been busy working today, and was feeling particularly liberated when I got home so I stripped off as soon as I was through the door and spent the evening naked. I’m sure Russ and Alison saw.

I had lunch today, and I told her all about Mark and Ana and going back to their place. I didn’t tell her about being naked at the party. I think she sees me in a new light now!

Then this evening it was back to Mel’s , dressed up like some kind of tart from a Western, stripping off to a YouTube clip of “Be Thankful” and having Mel tell me not like that, like that, tuck my bum in, straighten my leg, don’t land my feet so heavily etc etc. This is turning out to be less and less sexy every week.

Then she quizzed me about where I was on Saturday morning. I want to have a secret from her so I said I was out late and it would have been a terrible run. She had to agree, but I’ve promised to make it up by going out early tomorrow morning. At least it’s light enough in the mornings now.

Today was a bit of a comedown after recovering yesterday, as I had a load of household chores to do – like doing some washing. And I had to phone up a builder as there’s been some water leaking into the kitchen. I’m not lucky enough to own the flat, but it’s my grandparents and they’re letting me stay here for a small rent, but I have to get things fixed myself. And pay for them.

I did look across the road and saw Russ doing the hoovering in the nude, though. I’m not sure where Alison is. Somehow it seems even more dominant to make someone spend the afternoon doing naked chores and not even be there for them to feel like they’re being appreciated! At least I had Mel watching me doing her ironing, or otherwise it would have been as boring as anything.

Okay: I’m weird.

I’m going to be in trouble with Mel for missing my run this morning, but…

I’ve never been to an embassy before, and it wasn’t quite what I expected, because it looked just like a big house or a hotel from the outside, and even more like a hotel from the inside.

My name was on a list, which already made me feel important, but I have to admit I expected something a lot grander once I got past the door and security. But instead it was just a couple of large rooms with a drinks table at one end, and a waiter, and groups of people talking, and a pop-up sign that had something about business written on it.

Mark and Ana came and met me, and I got a little peck on the cheek from Ana, and a hug from Mark, and Ana said I looked really nice. Ana looked amazing in a long satin dress, and Mark was in a dark suit and looked like the most sophisticated man I could ever possibly know.

Ana found me a drink and introduced me to a couple of people and I just listened in on conversations whilst nibbling on canapes (which were never going to be enough food!), and then there was a speech, and then another speech, and then another speech.

It didn’t last long, and then Mark said they had plans to take me to dinner. And we went to the nicest restaurant and I actually felt like we talked, and it was so normal I wondered if the threesome had ever happened.

I was, of course, a little bit tipsy, and a little bit light-headed from the experience, but it was only a little after nine when we finished eating and Mark said they had a driver to come and pick us up. And as soon as he said “us” my heart started racing, because it sounded like I was going to go home with them again! And then Mark said “unless you’ve other plans for the rest of the evening” which I answered in such a hurried “no” that they both laughed.

So the driver came and picked us up, and I offered to pay but Ana said tonight was an embassy expense, and who was I to argue, and it was a big limo and we all climbed in the back. And then my body started to tingle, because I was sat between the two of them, and then it really started to tingle, because Ana put her hand on my thigh and was stroking it a little. Just enough that I could have moved away and it would have been nothing, but plenty enough that I couldn’t ignore it.

But what I couldn’t ignore was feeling Mark’s hand on my side as he unzipped my dress! It tried my best not to act surprised and Ana was talking to me at the time, but my heart was racing by then, and they each hooked their fingers into the shoulder straps and pulled them down, and before I knew it I was naked to the waist.

It was distracting enough as it was, but then I caught the driver’s eye in the mirror and I almost freaked out, but Ana and Mark didn’t even look up, and somehow Mark, with his effortless strength, not only pulled the  dress past my waist and hips but had sort of half-lifted me in the seat so it slid under my buttocks. Then Ana finished by pushing it down my legs, and it was too late to do anything except to kick it off of my feet, and suddenly I was naked, except for heels, in the back of a big saloon car with Mark and Ana either side of me.

I turned to look at Mark and suddenly we were kissing and his hand was on my thigh, and then I felt Ana’s hand on my breast and nothing else seemed to matter. Then he broke the kiss and laughed, and I laughed, because I was nervous, and Ana said that although it was a lovely dress, I looked better without it.

Then there was the crunching of tires on gravel and we were there. Mark climbed out of the car, walked around to the other side and opened the door for Ana, and then held a hand for me. The driver stayed inside, thankfully, and it wasn’t until I was out of the car and the cold night air was on my skin that I realised that this wasn’t Mark and Ana’s place.

I was in a daze, and asked where we were, and Ana said “somewhere fun”, and I was towed up the steps and a doorbell rang. I turned and watched the car disappearing, realising far too late that my dress was still in it.

The door was opened by a tall woman in an evening dress, who was probably in her fifties, who exchanged air kisses with Mark and Ana (her name was Veronika, and I think she was probably Belarusian, or from some neighbouring country). Then I shook hands with her, which seemed odd given that I was naked and shivering a little, and I was introduced as Kate, so there went any hope of anonymity, and we followed her inside.

I don’t know what I was expecting but I wasn’t expecting another twenty people in dresses and suits! I think I turned to Ana in mild panic and asked what she thought she was doing bringing me here, and she said something like “Relax. Half of the women, and a quarter of the men, are escorts. Kate will just think you’re the same.” Never mind that I was the only one naked.

I wasn’t sure what my role as “escort” was meant to be, but all I could do was stick to my two escortees as we talked to small group after small group. Sometimes Ana would take my hand and give it a squeeze, and sometimes Mark would put an arm around my back, and it made me jump and my skin tingle every time. But to say that I bore a lot of stares would be an understatement. It vaguely crossed my mind that I’d been brought to some kind of wife-swapping sex party, but it seemed to be nothing of the sort. It could have been any party at all, populated by seemingly rich eastern European and Western businessmen and women and minor politicians, and it wouldn’t have been weird if there wasn’t a naked woman in the middle of all of it!

And once my fear of “what next” had worn off, I realised that this was exactly where I would love to be on a Friday night, and this is exactly how I’d like to be: naked, and admired from a distance. I didn’t care whether they were young or old, male or female, because every stare raised my pulse just a little.

I don’t know how long we were there for, and I’d even been separated from Ana for a while when she came over and told Mark and I that she wanted to get going. I was in their command so I just followed, and Veronika showed us to the door, and we said goodbyes to a few people (and I’ve no idea of any of their names), and the car was already waiting in the driveway.

When we were inside Ana seemed full of energy, raving about how much fun it was to have me there, and how she wanted to take me naked to every party now, and I said “not so fast”, and she said, “But even if I try to convince you?” and her hands were on me again, and so were Mark’s, and then so were their lips… and I came in under a minute, panting and writhing in the back seat.

I almost wondered if they’d drop me home, but we ended up at their house again. The door was barely closed before Mark and Ana were either side of me and everyone’s hands were on everyone else’s body. And this time Ana started to undress Mark first, and I helped, and it was so much fun, and he’s got such a great body, and then I wondered if I’d committed a faux pas when I just instinctively put his cock in my mouth… but he definitely liked it, and Ana said nothing, but I made sure he didn’t cum.

The problem was that Ana’s dress was impossible to get out of, which then caused much more amusement, and it seemed like it could kill the mood but it actually gave us all a chance to recover. And then, well, things continued and we all came at about the same time again… it was so good.

Ana found a coat for me, because I still hadn’t found my dress, but it was still in the back of the car and the same driver took me home at about 3am. Then I couldn’t sleep for an hour, and now I keep giggling about last night.

I have two messages from Mel and I’m ignoring them.

I’m meeting Ana and Mark at the Belarusian embassy at six o’clock! I decided to pull out all the stops so brought a dress into work to change into. It’s a short and sleek thing with a zip up the side and thin straps, and nice heels, and if they’re paying any attention at all it’ll be blindingly obvious that I’ll have nothing on underneath.

I’m really nervous actually, because now I have some idea of what might happen I don’t really know how to act. Because what if that was a one-off? And what if they think I didn’t enjoy it, because I haven’t really said anything, so they don’t even try it again? I don’t want to embarrass myself by telling them how much I enjoyed it.

I was feeling flirty on the journey to work today and I’m sure I managed to flash a nipple at some guy. It’s because the weather’s finally stopped being non-stop rain and wind and has gotten a little milder and I was really hot and just absent-mindedly flapped at my blouse to get some air in, and then I saw a guy looking, so the next time I did it was a bit less absent-minded.

He wasn’t even anything amazing, but I think I’ll take anyone at the moment. Maybe I’ll think different depending on what happens with Mark and Ana tomorrow!