I turned to look out the window in my home office. The back wall behind my desk was made up of floor to ceiling windows that I was able to see the whole backyard out of. I sat there looking out the windows and waited for her to continue on with what her idea was.
Was trying to give her the opportunity to put her thoughts together before she started pitching this brilliant idea that she has come up with.
We both sat there in silence for a few minutes.
Realizing that I wanted her to continue, she finally spoke up, "Ok so, Max is not the only man that I have overheard talking about the new club."
I grunted, "I have no doubt that you have a way of overhearing a lot of conversations."
If she was upset about my statement she didn't show it and just continued on like I didn't just interrupt her.
"Well, as I was saying, I have heard many different men talking about this new club. Max wasn't the only one, he just happened to be one of the men around you talking about it when I walked up. But as I was walking around the club after my spa was finished, I overheard several men talking about it. Almost all the men that were talking about it were very interested in this club and were talking about how much they were excited about being able to go to it."
She pauses for a brief moment. Being met with silence for that amount of time, caused me to turn in her direction and motion her to continue talking.
"But much like that one man, oh I forgot his name. Not Josh. And not Max, but that other sleazy one. Never mind, it doesn't matter what his name was."
"Well like he had said, they have either been put on the waiting list or black listed from going altogether."
Glancing over my shoulder at her again, I asked. "How long is the waiting list, and how does someone manage to get put on the black listed?"
"Apparently, this is a very exclusive club. The kind of exclusive that only money can buy you into. So, naturally, the more money you have in your pockets, the higher you get on the waiting list. If you do not have very deep pockets, then you are put at the very bottom."
"As far as being black listed, this company really cares for the girls that are working there, and they want to ensure their safety. So, you could say that these men on the black-list have preferences that are even more than they are willing to accommodate for at the club. Even if they have the deepest pockets around. There is apparently no amount of money that would allow the men to harm the girls'' Bethany stated bluntly.
That got my attention. "How did the club know about what they preferred if they have never been there before?" My curiosity was really getting the better of me. I should not feed into Bethany's excitement, but part of me couldn't help it. Dealing with men all the time that have questionable backgrounds that I can exploit has helped me to grow quicker in my industry. This club could have the means to find out even more incriminating information about some of my clients.
Bethany, knowing that she now has my full attention, continued on with what she was saying.
"According to what I overheard…" She stopped when she noticed my face.
"Don't look at me like that. Of course I like to eavesdrop on conversations while I am at the spa and club. How else do you think I get most of my information? Do not act like my eavesdropping has not benefited you in the past." She stated like it was not a big deal.
And I guess it really wasn't. She was right, her uncanny ability to listen into others' conversations has had huge benefits for me many times.
"Anyways, as I was saying! Each person that wants to visit the club has to submit a form or application."
"It lets the club know what each person is into and how they are able to best accommodate each customer to the fullest. Apparently on the form, the client fills out what their preferences are and what they are into. Those with more extreme needs are blacklisted."
"Anyways, because there are several men out there that are willing to pay thousands of dollars to get their fantasies fulfilled, I was thinking we can open our own 'club', starring our own little Lea. She would fill so many boxes that most of these men are looking for. Some would even be willing to pay double."
"And the bonus part, because I honestly do not care about Lea, and I know you do not either, we can fulfill the ends of those men that have been blacklisted as well." She says just a little too excitedly.
I looked at her in a little bit of disbelief.
Not that I was concerned about putting Lea through that.
I could care less.
In fact, if it wouldn't have killed Darla, I would have gotten rid of Lea a long time ago. No, I was looking at Bethany like she had lost her mind, because I have no clue how she thinks that we would be able to run and operate something like this.
Not only would this take time and effort, which I do not currently have. All my time and resources are wrapped up in trying to finalize this deal. Which was taking much longer than I am wanting to right now. If I divide my effort into creating this 'club' then I may never be able to finalize the deal.
Not to mention I really do not want to spend my energy on that pathetic excuse of a girl living in my house. And there is no way we would be able to hide it from Darla, and she would never agree to it.