Oh My Ares!

Chapter 2 : Experiment

JUST as my patience is about to wear thin, Veronica picks up her phone and I hiss, "You know what? All of you just need to back the f**k up and let me live my goddamn life peacefully! I am perfectly happy as I am and me being lonely doesn't mean I'll go get myself shackled with some stranger at some God knows what shady place!" I rant as if there is no tomorrow, because it is necessary to draw the line at least somewhere.

"Okay, okay, can you calm down now? Would you finally let me explain?"

Explain? There is nothing to explain as she has crossed all boundaries with me. She is not someone that can dictate my life to me for f**k's sake! But, in the end, I offer her one last chance to explain her s**t show. 

"Fine."

Veronica breathes, "No one is saying that you need to fall in love right now, okay? All we are concerned about is that you be happy. Face it, Belle, you've been lonely for three years now! You say no to blind dates, to outings with us, hell, to even spend some time for yourself. 

"All I'm asking for you is to keep your options open, alright? This is a really good club, the people are sophisticated and I know how to get you a discount there."

That seems...too good to be true.

"You know that this is still a horrible invasion of privacy?" I spit. I'm glad I'm not having this conversation face to face though she literally lives on the same floor as I. 

She pauses for a second, probably knowing that I'm right. "Look," she begins, "I just think that you should look the place up and try it out, got it? And I promise never to cross the line again. I'm sorry for what I did and that was a bitchy thing to do. I just hope to help you and maybe become a close friend of yours like Dorian and Mitch are." 

"I'm sorry," she repeats after I say nothing for some time.

"I'll see about it. Don't hold much hope."

I cut the phone call and sit back in my bed. Staring at the ceiling, my thought train begins to churn. As the anger wears off, I begin to think that maybe, maybe what if this is not a bad idea?

Nope.

It is a terrible idea and going there would just prove that I'm weak minded and easily directable. That is not something that I want to become. Besides, what are the chances that I'd be introduced to someone who is my type over there? What are the chances the person would know what I want? 

Yes, b**m interests me and I'm very much eager to try it out with my partners, just like I've always had. But the difference is that my previous partners were people that knew me personally and we acquainted with my daily lifestyle and private one. 

I'm not ready to participate in a club that I'm mostly not going to be able to afford.

But.

That still doesn't mean I can't play around with the idea, right? Just looking deeper into the site won't hurt and I'd just tell me what I'm not getting myself into. A quick browse of the website would hardly take ten minutes and I'll be out of there in seconds. The entire fiasco would be out of my hair and I'd be able to walk up to my friends as a proud, single, omega that definitely has it all together. 

Couple that with my new job and my life is complete.

~

Okay, so maybe ten minutes turn into one hour, but when my research is done, so is my resistance of the idea. The club is legit and has been around for ten good years with three branches in my state and is planning on expanding further. The private reviews on their site seam to be good and the alarms in my mind seem to dim out slowly.

The only factor opposing my might-be decision of trying the club?

The fee and the minimum tenure.

With sky high fees and a minimum tenure of six months, the club ensures good crowd for it's members. Which is odd considering that rich idiots with nothing to do can also waltz in. But then again, holding an aptitude test for a b**m club isn't a feasible idea either.

I wait another day before I call Veronica.

"So?" her smug voice tells me she has an inkling of my slight interest in the place.

"I can't."

"Bu-Why? If safety is an issue, I assure you that it's legit. You and I can both go and check the place out and then you can decide if you want to enroll, or not. I just-"

I cut her off and say, "Honey, if you don't know, I'm broke. Plus, how did you get to know about this place in the first place?"

There is a small silence before she adds, "My boyfriend owns it and he is willing to give you a six month trial. All you have to do is write a review on it."

AHA!

I knew there was a catch to the situation. The club needs a review, I'm lonely (they think that) and I get a free ride. "Why would they need a review from someone that works as a PA? Aren't reviews given by hot-shot experts? Or do they not have access to those?"

I'm just playing over here. I've read reviews from established writers and experts on their website. People who aren't afraid to flaunt their lifestyle to the world. Someone that isn't me.

"No," Veronica counters. "They do. They need a layman's review. Just about the facilities provided. Not your partner's performance, idiot."

Okay, well.

"You know it's just on weekends and you can make it flexible along with your partner, right?" Veronica adds.

I take a deep breath. This is going to bite me in the ass for sure and I'm going to return home disappointed. Well, here goes nothing.

"Fine. I'll come to look at the place, not enroll. But if I don't like the place, I'm bailing."