The Poll Challenge part 1

After a couple of debates about the best days to perform this challenge, set by you via your votes on my poll in February, we finally decided that we were over complicating things by trying too hard to fit the dates around the schedule we were working out. So we just decided to take a more pragmatic view, pick 2 three day periods that are available to have a varied range of activities on them and then we’d work some activities in on those days afterwards, and just let things flow naturally with a bit more spontaneity.

So instead of pencilling in potential dates like we had been doing, we got out the permanent pen and inked two set 3 day periods into the diary, Tuesday 13th March to Thursday 15th March, and Saturday 17th March to Monday 19th March. There’s no turning back now!

These dates would give even billing to both halves of the poll-challenge, giving each one only one day at the office (as I had a couple of mid-week days booked off as the end of the holiday year approaches and I try to get my last few available days in), plus two other free days that give varied opportunities to plan other things and also just see what comes up naturally.

Challenge part 1...

First up was Tuesday to Thursday, where I’d be having the word “slut” written on my upper thigh. Let another argument commence about exactly what position and how high on my thigh I should have it written. The specifics of the option in the poll was “around or above stocking top level”. It ended up an inch or two lower than where I had initially envisioned it, but it worked well and was still very much on the upper thigh, and still very much around stocking top level – just more at stocking top level rather than above, as we decided that showing thigh above stocking top is a treat unto itself and didn’t require the added incentive of seeing an inappropriate temporary tattoo. Plus, the tattoo had more chance of being seen if I could just sit around showing stockings and stocking tops rather than having to show more.

It actually ended up being a bit bigger than what I originally envisioned as well, as after spending absolutely ages with us writing the word “Slut” out about 100 times on pieces of paper in our fanciest and most swirly and calligraphic handwriting styles, and not having much luck in getting anything that didn’t look like it was written in wax crayon by a 3 year old! So, we then decided to type it up on the computer, find a font and size we were happy with, print it out, and then use that as, basically, a template to transfer it onto my thigh – my right thigh, if anybody is interested in the detail! But it printed a bit bigger than we thought it would, and we couldn’t be bothered to change it after all that work, so it was nearly two inches tall at it’s largest point, which is a pretty big “tattoo” of that nature.

So let’s get on with it...

Day One

Day One was Tuesday, and it was a work-packed day, with both a day at the office, and an evening at my bar job on the agenda.

The main points of my outfit for the day was a short skirt, and some sheer black stockings that had the stocking tops sat very high on my thighs. This enabled my “tattoo” to sit just below the dark band at the top of my stockings, which made it more interesting as I could sit cross-legged without really showing anything untoward, just stocking-encased thigh, and have a very good chance of having the tattoo fairly clearly displayed through the sheer material of the stockings, but hidden and distorted enough to not make it too obvious. Of course, as willing as I am to “slut it up” at work, it is still my work-place and they are still the people who pay my wages and enable me to live my life without resorting to sleeping in the gutters, so it is a fine line that I have to walk.

It felt quite strange overall, as generally in these situations I do my best to attempt to show as much leg as possible, as often as possible, and to as many people as possible. But I found myself shying away from the attention a little bit on this occasion – firmly planting my lower half under the desk more often than usual, and spending more time adjusting my skirt or holding my hand over my thigh. I could see myself doing it, and I was really having to force myself not to.
But it was a pretty good day overall, a few guys got a decent look at my thigh and really tried to read what was written – potentially thinking it was part of my stocking design rather than something written on my actual leg – but I didn’t make it to easy for them, I wanted them to work for it a little bit. Nobody commented, but that wouldn’t be unusual, often these types of thing go unsaid even when people did see, sometimes nothing will ever get said, other times it may be weeks or months before something gets mentioned in jest.

My evening at my bar job was pretty uneventful, being behind the bar most of the night, and not having much opportunity to “tease”. But I tried my best when crouching down near people to pick up things that I accidentally, or perhaps not so accidentally, dropped on the floor. And I think 2 or 3 people got a short glimpse at my “tattoo”.

Day Two

Day Two was Wednesday, and it was a nice leisurely day off from work for me, so not much to do. There were some planned activities, but many didn’t work out, as is often the case with these things. So waiting around scantily clad for the carpet cleaning guy(s) to arrive went awry when they cancelled the day before. The joke is on them though – the rescheduled visit is for when J is at home rather than me, and he’s not quite so easy on the eyes! Lol. Bad luck, guys! ;-p

Of course, I did get some things done, as I headed out in the morning to get a work-out in at the gym. Wednesday evening’s boxercise class is my usual mid-week gym routine, but with other evening plans in place, I was skipping it this week in favour of a more traditional work-out in the morning. This was another reason for the positioning of the “tattoo” on my thigh, as if it had been placed higher it would have been obscured from view completely by my gym shorts, whereas in it’s actual position, it was at the perfect height of right at the bottom of my shorts leg; not completely exposed, but not completely covered, and showing more as my shorts ride up my legs. Unfortunately from the point of view of making this blog as exciting as possible, the gym was pretty sparsely populated. I also was in “the zone” of my work-out so not paying enough attention to who may be checking me out. But I did see several people (guys and girls) having a good look whilst I was on the treadmill, and also whilst I was on the rowing machine and the light weight machines. A couple of guys started up a conversation with me after spending 10-15 minutes watching me from several feet away, but an obvious show of the diamond on my ring finger gave them the hint to go away. I love being able to do that now! Lol

So overall, again, nobody came up to me and mentioned the fact that I had the word “slut” written on my thigh, but I know several people got a good look at it.

After an afternoon at home catching up on some mundane things, my day continued with an evening out – dinner with some friends (myself and J, and two other couples we know).
The evening’s outfit was a short, flowy “little black dress”, combined with some incredibly sexy black 6” heels, a white suspender belt holding up some ‘natural’ coloured stockings with a dark black seam running up the back of them. My “Slut” tattoo was at stocking top level, just sticking out above it at the highest point of the S, and was pleasantly very visible through my light coloured stockings. I knew the combination of those contrast seamed stockings, the impossibly high heels, and the floaty nature of my dress would draw the eyes of any red-blooded male, and probably everybody else male or female too for that matter, to my legs, which would make the flashing of my written-on thigh all the better.

The thing with some of our friends is that we have a completely different relationship with the guys when they’re alone than we do with the couples when they’re together. So with the wives there, I had to be on my best behaviour so as not to get the guys into trouble with their other halves! At different points in the early part of the night I gave each of the guys a good flash of my thigh though – the first one when we were sat at the bar waiting for our table, when he was stood to my right as I was perched on a high bar stool chatting to him as J chatted to our other male companion, and the two girls chatted amongst themselves too. A couple of passers-by did a double take too – whether that was because of the stockings, the heels, the dress, or the “tattoo” though is for only them to truly know. And our young waitress stumbled her words too, as she noticed the black lettering on my thigh when she came along to get us and escort us to our now available table.

The second guy got his first good flash of my thigh once we sat down at the table, as the two girls sat next to each other on the round table, their partners sat next to them, leaving two seats left for myself and J. I sat in the seat that had J to my left and guy number 2 on my right, which enabled me to give him a decent look at my thigh as I crossed my legs, sitting just enough away from the table that my thighs weren’t under the table.

We got a male waiter for the actual meal ordering, and I think he got a decent look a few times too. And when the other two girls went to the ladies room and I chose not to go with them, I showed the two guys my temporary tattoo more closely, and the four of us (J included) had a little conversation about it. It was the first conversation I’d had with a third party about it during the two days up to that point. They both thought it was pretty hot, and agreed that there was no chance that their wives would do anything like that. I asked them if they’d like them to. They said there were lots of things that I do that they’d like their wives to do! I’m sure that in reality that’s an exaggeration though – as great as I sometimes may appear to be (lol), it takes a very un-jealous, secure in themselves, guy to really be able to live with me!

Overall it was a fun night though, and I was able to watch people’s reactions much closer, whilst also giving more opportunities to see the temporary tattoo, so it was good.

Day Three

Day Three was Thursday, which was another day off for me, and it was far too quiet of a day. Other than a trip to the supermarket, filling my car up with fuel, and going out for a 3 mile run, I was in most of the day doing various chores and other tedious things that have to be done.
But there was a Work Night Out in the evening to prepare for as well. Just a few drinks and a quick bite to eat after work (well for those who were at work that day anyway!) with my office colleagues.

I promised that I’d go bare-legged for one significant part of a day in both parts of this poll challenge so my temporary tattoo’s wouldn’t be obstructed from view by anything, and this, the culmination of the first part of the challenge was the time to go bare-legged. So a short dress with heels is what I wore out, with no stockings.

I actually really enjoy my evenings out with my colleagues, they all generally get me, at least the ones that are fun enough to come out on these nights anyway! And without things getting too raucous or racy, several of us work on the basis that what happens on work nights out stays on work nights out – or in basic terms, it all gets forgotten about when we’re back in the professional setting of the office. Sometimes it even gets forgotten about completely because of the excessive alcoholic beverages partaken in! lol. Maybe I’m upselling my work nights out a little too much here. It’s not full of debauchery, but sometimes the dancing can get a little “dirty”, hands may wander, a bit too much flesh can be shown, and on the very rare drunken occasion you may even get a passionate kiss in a corner somewhere. And that’s just my antics! Lol.

Anyway, I’m digressing again – how unlike me! Lol

It was a fun night out though with the drinks flowing freely – our managers are always willing to put their hands in their pockets and get a round of drinks in. My dress was long enough to keep my slut tattoo under wraps unless I wanted to reveal it, and I made sure I flashed it a few times to a select few colleagues and also to some strangers as well for that matter. And again a very deliberate flash to one particular open minded colleague did instigate another private conversation in hushed tones that somehow turned into some very dirty flirting talk.

I could talk about various things in this blog in much more detail, but I’m conscious of a lack of time and this blog getting too long, so I’m going to end this instalment here.

I do however just want to apologise for the delay in getting this blog out, as I did promise it a month ago. I’ve been caught up in some very busy weeks over the past month, which kept pushing this blog back and back. But I wanted to get it out before I went on a weeks holiday, so with less than 12 hours to go before I board my plane, I’ve just about managed it, even if I had to cut the blog in half to do it!

Part 2 of the poll challenge blog will be posted the week after next (w/c 23rd April), when I’m back from my holidays.

Please e-mail me any questions you have though, as I know I haven’t covered all the nuances that I could or should have in this blog entry. Some reactions left out, some of my feelings about various things left out – but I’ll happily answer any and all individual queries and questions. :-) blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk