Reverse Polarity
An ADMIN Tale
The Needs of the Poly...
Sunday Morning
The harsh sound of an incoming call startled Aaron from his sleep. He squinted at his bedside table, then grabbed his phone and noticed he had a number of missed messages. He swiped to accept the call, which appeared to be from Tamasree, and hoped his voice didn't sound too hoarse when he said, "Hello?"
"Sorry to wake you. Did you not see any of our texts?" said Tama, sounding very subdued, perhaps even worried.
"No, not yet, sorry. I guess I didn't hear the alerts when they arrived. Are you okay? What's wrong?" Aaron asked, waking up more fully as alarm bells started ringing in his head at the unusual circumstances.
"Well, a lot of things, I guess, but I'd rather not talk about them over the phone. Can you meet us somewhere?" she replied.
"Us? You and the others? Are they okay?" Aaron inquired urgently, sitting up and feeling the first twinges of panic.
"Yes, we're all okay. Well, maybe not okay, but not injured or anything like that, luckily," answered Tama. "I don't know exactly what's wrong with Melissa and Nora, aside from the fact that Nora lost her phone somehow. But for the last thirty minutes, we've all been having basically the same conversation with each other that I'm having with you."
"God, I hate mysteries," moaned Aaron. "Where do you all want to meet? Do you need a ride?"
Tama's voice was muffled as she spoke to someone else for a moment, then said, "Yes, can you pick me up? Nora just asked if we could meet at Melissa's apartment, and she said that was okay. I've got them on a video conference on my laptop."
Aaron ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair and glanced at his clock. "I can swing by your place in about fifteen minutes," he said, "I need to wash up a little and then I'll hit the road."
"Okay, thank you. See you soon. Love you," said Tamasree quietly.
"I love you, too," he said, "and tell the girls the same for me, please."
"I will. Bye," said Tama as she disconnected the call.
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When Tamasree got in his car a little while later, it was obvious from her reddened eyes that she'd been crying. Alarmed, Aaron once again asked, "What's wrong?"
Tama simply shook her head as she fastened her seat belt, quietly replying, "I don't want to have to say it more than once. Please, let's wait until we're all together before I explain myself."
Aaron felt a chill of dread gripping his spine as he backtracked toward Melissa's apartment. He couldn't imagine what the problem was, after things had seemed to go so well the day before. He wondered if one of the parents had suddenly reversed their acceptance despite the influence of the ADMIN app, but told himself that was unlikely, if only because no one was trying to interfere with them meeting up.
They rode in uncomfortable silence for the short trip, arriving to find that Nora was already there, waiting outside the door. Melissa opened it even as they clambered out of Aaron's car. The blonde and the redhead tried to hug one another, but it seemed stiff and uncomfortable, not the way lovers would normally embrace. Their greetings to Tama and himself likewise felt forced and awkward, and his anxiety only grew as a result.
Stepping into the living room, Aaron finally burst out, "Will someone please tell me what's going on? What's with all the cryptic messages and why is everyone looking like someone died?"
To his horror, all three women started weeping, quietly in the case of Tama and Melissa, and outright wailing from Nora. He was mystified and terrified at their seemingly inexplicable distress. He began to panic, starting to believe he'd somehow damaged them by abandoning the quest, or else that they'd learned of his manipulations and were about to dump him, or call the police, or else just kill him. Aaron started hyperventilating, trying to convince himself that his three lovers at least did not seem murderously angry. Fumbling for words but finding none, he simply collapsed on an armchair catty-corner to the couch they were occupying.
Over the next half hour, as the three women explained how their Saturday nights had unfolded, Aaron couldn't help crying as well. The stories came out in dribs and drabs; the girls kept breaking down as they tried to prepare one another for how awful they had behaved, and how disgusted they were with themselves, and how everyone else would be thinking the same as soon as they knew the whole truth. By the end, everyone felt drained and cried out, and they sat staring at their laps, awkwardly glancing at one another, but no one seemed to know how to proceed.
It was Nora who finally broke the silence and now seemed the most composed. "I guess fantasizing that I had been caught and then making a mess of my floor while my roommate watched actually seems like I, um, got off lightly." She cringed at what she realized was poor word choice even as she uttered it, but her face was already so red and blotchy that her fresh blush was barely noticeable. Her girlfriends glanced at her briefly but then looked back at the floor.
"This is all my fault," thought Aaron, feeling hollow and nauseated. "I was congratulating myself on barely needing the app to keep boosting their interest in the fetishes I gave them. Why didn't I realize things were headed this way? Fuck! What if I've ruined their lives? What if they can't resist the urges I gave them? What's going to happen to them if they really do fall all the way to actually needing to debase themselves in service of the kinks I forced on them?" Feeling suddenly sick, Aaron leapt from the chair and raced to Melissa's bathroom, only barely making it in time as he vomited bile into her toilet.
Returning to the living room after cleaning up and rinsing his mouth, he simply said, "I'm sorry." Nora looked up with tears glistening but simply nodded her head, while the other two mumbled their own apologies.