Sweet Revenge
My first black bf really ticked me off once - in those days I was still basically a soccer mom and dressed like it - he kept on about me not showing enough skin when we went out during the day. He just wanted to score points with his drinking buddies; but, I did resent the constant hectoring.
One Wednesady afternoon he started in again just as I arrived at the restaurant dressed in my business suit. I just went bananas, stormed out, and drove away. I didn't get far - just to the mall. And while I was having a smart cocktail and trying to figure out why he was such a jerk - preferring to have everyone think he was getting it, rather than really getting serviced by my hungry white pussy - I hit upon a plan.
Was he ever surprissed when he arrived at his favorite pub at 5:30PM to find me dressed (or what remained on me) in the sluttiest outfit I could find at Bebe's giving a Bj to the owner in the poolroom. He startedt to say something but the owner and the other guys waiting their turn told him to shut his mouth.
He never complained again complained about my style of dress. In fact, on more than one occassion, he tried to get me to tone it down. Fat chance.