AFTER a hard day’s work, some women go for drinks, some want a night in front of the TV – and others opt for a burlesque class.

The masterminds behind sex parties brand Killing Kittens have launched workshops for women who want to boost their sexual confidence.

Kurious Kittens is aimed at those who “kind of wanna just do it, but not really”.

So our Georgette Culley heads to a class to learn to purr-fect the art of seduction.

“SORRY,” I squeak, as my fishnet stocking flies off and smacks the woman behind in the face.

It is 7pm on a Wednesday and I am trying to take my stockings off with my teeth.

Why? Because, alongside 20 other women, I am learning the art of striptease.

Right now, the studio feels more like a war zone than a burlesque class, with the constant sound of stay-ups pinging off and firing across the room like missiles.

“Don’t worry,” says burlesque teacher Veronica Blacklace, as we collapse in giggles. “You’ll be seductive queens before the end of this session, I promise.”

The workshop is held at a secret location in South East London. The walls are mirrored, bar one which is adorned with Venetian masks, feather fans and boas. At the side of the room there is a bar and bottles of Prosecco.

While most of us have heard of Killing Kittens (KK), this workshop is run by its tamer little sister Kurious Kittens.

After seeing KK’s online community grow to more than 100,000 worldwide, founder Emma Sayle, who is married to Olympic hockey player James Tindall and pals with Kate Middleton, recently launched the workshops.

Her aim was to help those who are curious about sexual exploration but not quite ready to go to a sex party. The demand is so high that KK events take place in 36 cities in 12 countries worldwide.

The new workshops are KK’s “PG branch of female sexual liberation” and while most sessions are aimed at females, there are some for men.

Topics range from female biology, orgasms and bondage to mindfulness and meditation.

Tonight, most women have come straight from work. They look like any other professionals wearing smart, cream macs and office heels.

But when they peel off their jackets they reveal stockings, little black dresses and burlesque outfits.

“You are here tonight because you want to dip your toes but may not feel brave enough to go to a sex party yet,” says Veronica. “I will teach you how to master the art of seduction, either to feel good in yourself or to seduce a partner.”

Evening gloves and stockings are a must, and Veronica takes us through how to take them off sexily.

On arrival, all kittens are given Prosecco as they mingle and talk about other workshops they have been to. Most are aged between 20 and 45. All are glamorous, professional, forward-thinking women and they all have their own reasons for attending.

So far, I have met a BBC journalist, a media director, a lawyer, a teacher, an Eton-educated student and a couple of women who work in PR.

Most are single, but some are married or in long-term relationships. Lucy, 35, a marketing director who looks like a model, is a KK veteran.

She explains how one KK workshop in July was on how to “massage my man”.

The four-hour session was aimed at women who wanted to enhance their sexual confidence and learn about male arousal. It was £90 and took place on a Saturday morning.

“While most people are walking their dogs or enjoying a coffee on their day off, we were learning the art of male arousal,” she says with a giggle.
“There were two women to every man in the class. We were taught how to give a therapeutic body massage using sensual techniques.

“Most of the men seemed to enjoy it but some got stage fright. It must have been a lot of pressure and it was probably just as nerve-wracking for them as it was for us.”

Lawyer Amber, 40, chips in: “I went to one of those but I was the dummy and the men had to use my body to learn. Before we started one guy joked, ‘How many orgasms do you want today?’ It was great.”
Some women here are debating whether to take their curiosity to the next step and go to an infamous KK sex party.

“I’ve been married for three years but we are growing a bit bored sexually,” explains one woman, 33, who works in PR. “So we are going to go along and experiment.

“I’m not sure I could handle him having sex with another woman yet but we are going to take it in small steps and just watch other couples to begin with. It’ll be like live porn.”

But not everyone here is so confident. “I’m trying to find myself again,” says BBC journalist Deborah, who is wearing a sheer bodice. “I recently came out of a long-term relationship and my confidence was shattered. So I joined up and am loving every minute.”

Veronica gives an impassioned speech about how we are all confident, sassy women. She tells us how burlesque is for every woman.

We start by mastering “the strut”, a sexy, slow walk in heels where you swing your hips from side to side.

Then we learn how to take our gloves off seductively. We hold up our left arms, and use our right hands to gently pull them from each finger.

We must maintain eye contact ahead of us at all times, and not look at our hands. It sounds easier than it is.

After, we drop to the floor with our legs stretched out in front of us. Slowly, we stroke our leg before taking off our heel and throwing it behind, trying to avoid causing serious injury to the person sitting there.

Then, we peel our stockings down to our ankles, put our legs in the air and point our toes before lifting our bodies forward and trying to pull the stockings off with our teeth.

Unsurprisingly, not everyone masters this one.

Then we bring in the big guns — the feather fans. We learn a routine which involves “the peacock”, where we wiggle our bums at the audience with the feathers behind us.

We finish with “the reveal” — standing with the feathers held high above our heads, while we attempt to look alluring.

“Now, I want you to split into two groups and perform the striptease to one another,” orders Veronica.

It is a nerve-wracking moment. As Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman booms out, we begin our routines.

I feel more like Theresa May than Dita Von Teese as I cavort about the room rigidly before I begin to relax. It is a lot of fun.

Our makeshift audience applauds as we finish and, with that, the session is over.

The kittens have played enough for one night.