I've mentioned previously on this forum that my partner (H) and I are polyamorous. Typically how that works for us is that at any given time one or both of us will have a girlfriend, additionally we may date/play with women outside of that either in tandem or separate. Our "rules" require that we both approve candidates for secondary relationships and that at any point and for any reason (valid or otherwise) we have the right to veto. I've got to say that I am considerably less picky/more generous than my partner when it comes to seconds, and this tragic mistake became glaringly problematic when I had to fire his last girlfriend.
You can ask any woman of Kink: I'm not a friendly bitch. I'm not one of those women with a coop of female friends, gabbing and clucking at every turn. There is a short and very select list of women upon whom I bestow the title friend, and that is a title they worked very hard to earn. I don't keep acquaintances either. Why bother? At first meet, when I didn't quite take to my partner's prospective chick (subsequently referred to as sloppy seconds) I didn't think much of it. It may simply have been that her personality and mine did not mesh. She wasn't my kind of bitch. I'm sure you've met her kind at one point or another. You know - the type of bitch who is always putting on a show. A pompous bitch - nose in the air, always needing to show you why her shit is tight. I HATE that fuckery. But again, like I said, I'm not really friendly. I thought about it, and considered that aside from the occasional party for three I wouldn't be fucking her, no harm no foul, right? So I tried, I TRIED to keep an open mind. My mind remained open even after she wore a floor length dress and Nefertiti style hairpiece to the strip club on a Wednesday night. Open after she let my girlfriend's best friend and fellow stripper grind her against the wall in a club for hours and then pronounced she wasn't really into girls. Open still, following the night she spent chatting up another male when we took her to the swingers club for some public play. I was tryin. And she was tryin my last nerve.
Fast forward nine months from our introduction, yes, NINE months, to the night when sloppy seconds put the final straw on the camel's back. We're out and about at a low key music spot on South Beach vibing. H goes to the bar to grab drinks and we're alone. She initiates a conversation about the weirdness of our "arrangement". I ask her if she's dating. She mentions that she isn't. I start explaining to her why she should, if a less alternative more conventional relationship was one of her long term goals. Then sloppy seconds turns, looks directly at me and asks me "If you told H not to date me anymore do you know what he would say?". HUH? I said, just as directly, "Yes." She says "Are you sure?". I was so blown. Bitch are you crazy?
BITCH! Am I sure? Am I what? Yes bitch I am certain - You are second bitch. Are you serious? Have you lost your big tittied mind? That was the last time she saw his ass. Silly silly bitch! Bitch I don't like you and you are around by the grace of my generousity. But now that you have the balls to ask me about the strength of your place in our relationship. MY relationship, and imply some degree of weakness on my end...
Bitch you're FIRED! Kill yourself!
Have you ever met a ho with such audacity?