My name is Cassie. My girlfriend Melanie and I are sort of infamous amongst our friends. A reputation built ever since the first days of college.
You see, the two of us get into fights a lot. Well we don't really get into fights, but people think we do. It's hard to explain, and kind of weird, but I'll do my best.
You see, I'll do something or say something, or sometimes Melanie will. The other then will get mad, and we'll start to bicker or get really angry, and sort of draw a lot of attention to ourselves.
You see though, it's all on purpose. I mean not so much trying to make each other angry, we aren't actually usually angry. We're acting out more so. We're making a scene on purpose. The fights aren't usually planned or scripted between us. Yet it's sort of fun to be all emotional and stuff and have people watching, in a weird way.
Yes, I'm a bit of an attention-whore and a weirdo. Yet trust me when I say that Melanie and I both enjoy it a lot. There's more to it too.
I'm a bit of a submissive to. It's not just about people paying attention to me. I also just in general like my girlfriend bossing around, getting mad at me, and trying to be controlling and stuff. I'm a bit of a submissive, and setting up a scene where I get to be bossed around by her is fun. It's a bit exhibitionistic too to want an audience, but it's just sort of a kink I picked up over the years. I don't quite get it myself either.
Melanie also is the sweetest thing ever! She's almost always the controlling jerk in the situation. Sometimes it's rightfully so, I can be quite a brat when I'm trying to get her to act out against me. Heck, it's most of the time that's the case; she's almost always in the right. Yet like I said, she's sweet. She honestly would never get angry at me for doing something I did want to do. She'd never be controlling of me in a bad way. She'd also never lay a hand on me or get violent! She's quite tame and gentle really. It's because she's so kind that she does this stuff with me. Well also I know she enjoys being a bit of a Domme as well.
So by playing out these little scenes, we have some fun. People get confused really. They wonder why we're still together. Only our closest friend know it's all for show. People will see us being lovey-dovey one day, but then yelling at each other the next.
Sometimes when people ask how we're still together, I joke that, "the make-up sex is amazing!" I then insist that it was just a little spat.
Which I have to say, is half true. Although the fights aren't real, but when we get home after a fight, we typically have a hard time even finding our way to the bed before we're on each other.
As I said, it usually scripted. I'll just usually do something I figure isn't something a good girlfriend should do, and if she's in the right mood, she'll pick up on that, and we'll be going at it.
So with a party coming up soon, I started to devise a plan to really get one going. I'll admit to being a bit of exhibitionistic. I don't normally dress too sexily, but I thought maybe I'd wear something that showed a bit more skin than usual. See if I couldn't get all flirty and make Melanie act all jealous and angry at me for it. With a couple of friends and strangers around, we could make quite the scene too I figure, a way to liven things up.
I have to say, that things definitely did liven up once things got rolling!
The outfit I had on was quite risqué in my opinion. The top hugged my chest pretty well, and the straps for the shoulders were pretty thin. I even had to go with a bra with no shoulder straps, which was fine since I had a lot of my upper chess on view. I made sure I was even showing some cleavage. It was short too, leaving a lot of bare midriff.
The skirt was short and tight. It was made of a stretchy material that hugged my hips. It came down to a couple of inches above my knees, but typically even walking made it ride up to at least to mid-thigh. I had a lot of my legs on show, and I admit I was feeling sexy once I started to look at myself in the mirror enough. I don't know if I wanted to be in it for long, but Melanie would hopefully get the fight going early and we'd just get to go home earlier then.
I arrived to the party a little earlier than Melanie could. She was at work. I'd told her ahead of time that we'd just meet up. This would allow me to shock her a little with it. If she saw me leave for the party like that, she wouldn't have an excuse to get suddenly mad.
So I get there, find some friends and talk a little. I keep a close eye on my phone though. My face practically lights up when I see the text from Melanie. She's on her way. It was time to get started.
I find a girl sitting alone on the couch. A bit of a cutie, and I figured would be fun to talk to. I of course wasn't sure if she'd be into me or anything, but I just had to stall things until Melanie was there.
So I sit next to her and start some small talk. She's quite nice and friendly, and we get to laughing and talking about a few things.
I check the time, and see it should be time soon. I excuse myself to go get a drink for her and I, and I get up.
That's when I stall in the kitchen a bit. I want to wait till I hear the door open. I'd then walk back, hopefully Melanie is too far away to approach me, and I can start my show.
The doorbell rings, and I hear the host call out that she'll get the door. That's my cue!
I grab the drink and head back to the living room. I see Melanie at the door, on the other side of the room. She's scanning the crowd, and for a moment our eyes meet. I wink and turn away from her, trying to pretend I didn't see her.
I think my outfit shocked her for real, because I was still able to see her just stare for a bit. Things were going right!
I sat on the couch. Melanie was probably now approaching, so I turned my head away, and began to pick conversation back up.
"You know that dress looks super cute on you!" I say, now louder than I was before. I figure Melanie could probably just hear it. Hopefully she wouldn't approach me right away. If she's as good as she is some nights, she probably would be able to tell from my voice I was using a bit of my bratty tone already.
"Oh, thank you," the girl responds.
"No, I mean it! I bet all the guys have been hitting on you, some of the girls too. Picturing you with the little thing pooled at your feet," I say. I almost can't help but laughing at myself. I was being a tad over the top, but I had to make it a little obvious to Melanie. "I know I am at least."
The girl blushed and looked at her toes. I took a finger and made circles on her exposed knee. The dress was longer than my skirt, but it did look good on her I thought. I saw a bit of a smile though on her face, so I could at least tell I wasn't making her feel too uncomfortable. I didn't hear Melanie trying to get my attention yet, so she must be watching the scene I was setting up still.
