Chained Love Triangle

Sitting on the beach in the weever protected lands I was looking like the lonliest bimbo cheerleader in my practice outfit the gentle waves of an empty sea massaging my toes. Not a bird, fish, shark or living creature in sight. I was sitting on a lonely little island surrounded by water. The gentle sound of waves all the music I need.

The self enforced solitude a necessity to collect my thoughts. In recent times I have had the privilege of cheating long term friends by leaving Sinsity after being duped by an imbecile into owning my own club.

My resume reading working girl, dancer, club manager, club ceo, and Club Owner, what is there left for the virtual worlds bad girl to achieve. The uncanny ability search inside a person’s heart to ignite their passion all for my own personal gain is a rare but sometimes dangerous gift to posses.

I could paint a mural with the broken hearts I’ve collected, my shape, soft lines matched with sensual attitude, an erotic temptation to irresistible for the dirt bags that frequent the club scene to resist.

Despite all the emotional waste generated by my escapades sometimes I manage to let my true heart show its colours. I had a friend who through another one of my own achievements with her heart locked in a cage. Another friend the sweetest little neko untarnished but deserving of a better relationship than she previously had.

My secret little project to convince them their two hearts beat the same stroke. Careful observations of the caged heart told me that my little neko possessed the key to the cage.

My unconscious brain ticking has been ticking over waiting for the right catalyst to set my devious but heartfelt plan into motion. It came one late afternoon a heartfelt question from my little neko, almost made the bad girl cry.

A responsive comment by the caged heart gave me the catalyst I was searching for. Step one protect the sweetest neko from the dark surroundings. That being a club I was part owner of, my business partner banging everything but the brothel doors.

Protection in the form of collaring my sweet little neko, previously I had given stern warnings to leave my own loved one and my submissive girl alone. Step two convince my caged heart friend to take the risk, come out little birdie and experience possibly the love she’s been looking for. Step three was to groom my little neko, open her eyes.

Step four I had to strip away the binds of procrastination from my caged hearted friend. Then simply just like the spark from the flint lighting a match head the romance begins. With my friends out of the cage, and my neko's eyes opened I made her kneel in front of me in the presence of her new beau I unlocked her collar, and removed it, I set her free into the arms of her lover. The act of collaring my neko previously setting of a rage of fire from my now former business partner, sadly he was to dumb to see my plan moreover I needed an out, just another death threat to add to my collection, Oh Joy sucks to be me sometimes.

The sun sets over the water slowly in my desolate surrounding, the twig light of the day. Is this my twig light too? In my solitude I wipe a tear from my face.

Its winter now, my relationship with Sami heads into hibernation like every winter our busy lives shift just enough for us to miss each other, one little hour makes that much difference.

I have my Danni to keep me warm, who is she you may ask, where did she come from, my little secret. The silhouette of Kaz on the street corner in the Soho was no ghost, given life through another identity. The lord it seems works in mysterious ways just like me.

I move to get up "Cough", blood spatter into my hand, the invisible sign that remains hidden, my battles with the virtual worlds dirt bags have taken their toll, and how many more will this heart take? Remembering the face’s , the places, been called many things, bitch, slut, tart all the derogatory names, the one line that my mind always settles on “You’re a slut Ozzie, incapable of being loved”.

The sun begins to set; I lay down on the beach too weak to move tonight, maybe the dawn, a new direction a new path with my Danni and my Sami by my side, my very own chained love triangle.

Oz,x