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The OWLS Club
The story is about a group of people, an actual place, and a dream. While having a none too subtle dig at society in general. This is a work of pure fiction. None of the characters are real people, nor do they represent real people. It is a slow burn, a lot of romance and some gratuitous sex for those who need to get off on it. It is based in Australia so I have used local language. There is some Italian and French conversations, so if you want to really become attached to the characters I strongly recommend you use a google translator. It will help with the flow of the conversations. As I use the Queen’s English, I will apologise in advance to my American friends for the correct spelling of some words.
Some of the place names are correct.
There is no underage sex involved.
***It has been pointed out to me, on numerous occasions that the inclusion of French or another language, is somewhat distracting from the flow of the conversation. I will leave them in the story, [But have now included the English translation in brackets] as I want you, the reader, to engage with each of the different characters, form a bond with them. So please, use a French to English translator [I use Google] it adds to the story.***
Chapter 14 – New Friends Old Friends No Friends.
Friday came around and as usual we ventured out to our favourite wine bar. It was busier than usual, some of the guys from the building site had called in for an after work drink. As they didn’t serve beer, most of them didn’t stay longer than one drink. But I did notice a couple of the girls from the site had stayed behind. Louie was one of them but Michelle paid her no mind.
Erica and Anita had become regulars, but Anita being so ‘closeted’ kept away from the owls nest and even though she and Erica were not tied at the hip, they both kept an eye on each other and the telepathy between them was funny. As hard as Anita tried not to look at Erica or that they were a couple, whenever a pretty woman started to speak to Erica, Anita would appear at her side and whisper something to her. Then go and sit by herself, giving us all an evil eye. It was becoming tiresome to be honest. The sooner we can get the club finished the better she would be.
It wasn’t too long before they left, not together but one after the other, I shook my head a little in anger and a little in disappointment.
Mia and Emily came and ate with us, every Friday now, my bill at the end of the night was becoming quite large. Even by my standards. Not that I complained. Emily nearly always dressed in a size smaller and much too tight pair black yoga pants, which left nothing to the imagination. I was certain half the time she wasn’t wearing underwear. Some of the girls started calling her ‘mumbles’. They could see her lips move but couldn’t hear what she was saying. I hadn’t told everyone yet who she was. I left that up to Ash and Ellie.
I was sitting talking to Mia, steering her away from work and making sure she and Emily talked about other ‘stuff’ rather than the job at hand. Michelle was sitting on my lap, in a short skirt, no panties of course, when she whispered in my ear. “Isn’t that your neighbor Margaret?”
I looked around and sure enough Margaret, the ex-model from across the street had entered hand in hand with another woman who looked familiar.
I whispered back to Michelle, “Who’s the other woman, I think we know her too?”
Michelle looked long and hard, then lent into me. “Isn’t it the woman from the shop, you know, where we got those jeans from?”
I looked again and yes it was Elizabeth from the clothing store. They caught us looking at them, and Margaret waved and came over to us.
“Hi Kathleen, how are you”” She asked
I smiled and said hello and before she could introduce her friend I reached out to her and said, “Elizabeth, isn’t it, from Martha’s Clothing store?”
She smiled, and replied, “Yes, have we met?”
“Oh yes, in your office about a month ago, there was a little misunderstanding with your assistant and my young friend Michelle. You kindly helped us out of a sticky situation.” I reminded her. She smiled knowingly. I didn’t want to go into too much detail in case Margaret was her significant other.
“Oh yes, that’s right, yes I do remember now. Yes she left us both happy with the outcome.” She replied. This time I smiled knowingly.
Margaret had a perplexed look on her face. We said no more about it. “Come join us.” I asked.
They did, I bought another bottle of wine, and had two more glasses delivered to our table, already the nest was over flowing.
We all order meals, of various descriptions, Michelle seemed to pick at mine most of the time, which I found to be rather beautiful and I was totally comfortable with her doing so.
On one occasion when visiting the ladies I heard a couple in another cubicle, someone was very close to being fulfilled. I hurriedly finished, washed my hands and left. Keeping an eye on escorts in london the bathroom door seeing who would come out.
Louie came out first her shirt no longer tucked into her working shorts and the buttons were not done up correctly, I smiled and thought I wonder who the lucky girl would be. It wasn’t her work mate who was heavily engaged in a conversation with a very nice looking woman, who I didn’t know.
And then to my surprise. Margaret came out, straightening her hair and smiling, a lot. Liz I saw was still trying to chat to Michelle, who kept looking at me for either help or permission. I smiled back at her and nodded. She gave me such a stare, which meant I had guessed wrong. My bad, I thought. I took the opportunity to walk over and chat to Margaret on my way to Michelle. I put my hand around her waist, and whispered into Margaret’s ear, “Who’s a naughty girl then?” She smiled, and said that they weren’t monogamous and pointed over towards Liz and Michelle. I noticed that Liz had her hand high on Michelle’s leg, just about exposing her to the world. I laughed to myself then saw Michelle mouth the word ANGELS.
I excused myself and went to her aid, being the kindly person I am, I put my hand on Liz’s shoulder, and whispered to them both. “I am about to go, feeling a bit tired after a busy week. Sorry Liz, maybe another time we 4 can get together?” I told her looking over at Margaret and smiling.
Michelle stood up and said thank you to Liz and gathered our coats and my handbag. Helping me into my coat and I helped her into hers. I kissed Liz on her cheeks and Margaret on the lips, and told her to call in for coffee at some time.
Michelle took my hand and we headed for the door, she waved at Louie and asked permission to talk briefly with her. I said yes as I caught Ashley’s eye, waved to her blew her a kiss she caught it and put it in her shirt pocket.
Michelle re-joined me at the door, Mia waved and Emily who was obviously under the weather, and being held up by Mia, just smiled and nodded at me. I shrugged my shoulders and made the telephone signal with my hand, indicating she should call me. She nodded. And we left.
Once in the car Michelle said thank you and that Elizabeth was becoming a bore and had drank way too much. She also asked what I thought about a trio. “You mean a ménage à trois.” I asked?
“Oui Mistress, not all the time, no, just maybe once or twice, to try.” She replied.
“Depends who the third person is, doesn’t it?” I stated. “I mean I think Liz might not be a good third person, but Margaret, she seems nice and is just across the street from us.” I said to her, playing her game, knowing full well she had someone else in mind.
She looked out the side window away from me. “I think Margaret would be wonderful Mistress, I sometimes see you looking at her, and she is very pretty no?”
“She is very pretty YES.” I told her. “But you have someone else in mind, don’t you? Maybe Mia or Emily” I joked.
“Oh no Mistress, it would not be right, with your family, besides they are so in love Mistress. But yes I was thinking of someone else. Maybe Louie might be interested.”
“Oh Louie, your young friend from the building site?” I asked her.
“Mistress, she is not my young friend, just someone I met once and got punished for, if you remember?” She explained.
I kept up my game of cat and mouse with her, seeing her trying to explain herself gave me little thrills, and started a little bit of an arousal at my core.
“She would look rather nice, cleaned up I would think. Don’t you think so too sweetie.” I played her along.
She moved in her seat.
“I think she would look really nice in our playroom Mistress. Don’t you?” she replied to me.
“I think seeing her naked and servicing you would be a treat. But alas I do not know how to contact her” I told her.
“I have her phone number Mistress.” She told me.
“Oh do you now, and when did you get that Michelle?” I demanded to know.
“She gave it to me just as we were leaving tonight Mistress. I would not deceive you my Mistress.” She sounded really nervous.
“I believe you Michelle.” As I place my hand on her thigh and let my pinky flick out to touch her wet pink lips. She took a deep breath and sighed. “Eager are you my love?” I asked of her.
“Always Mistress. Always eager for your touch.” She smiled at me as we pulled into the carpark a top of Taperoo beach.
We found an empty place to watch the sun start to go down in the West. All the lovers there were doing the same thing, well I’m not sure they had their lovers without their panties on, some would have, I sure. But some were just there to see the sun dip below the horizon to say good bye to another long hot summer’s day. And to watch the night sky come alive with stars.
We sat there holding hands. Not saying a word. When the sun had gone and the day was slowly drawing to a close, I turned to her, and told her that she should make Escort in dubai the arrangements with Louie for a time one weekend when we have nothing on, social engagements I told her. She laughed and smiled, hugged my neck, said thank you and she would take care of everything. “I love the sunsets in Australia but I think I love them more because of you Mistress.”
I looked at her, kissed her deeply. “You are special my little one.”
We started the drive home, when I heard a ping on my phone to tell me I had a text message. Once we were home I looked to see who had texted me to find a simple message saying to check my emails, it was from Mia.
The email explained that the excavation work in the cellar would start first thing on Monday morning. 6am and it is estimated to take maybe 4 hours to actually strip away the entrance if there were no hidden hold ups. It spelt out in detail what was to happen and how.
I dialed her number, it went to her voice mail, which I thought was good and smart. So I rang Erica that went to her voicemail also. I wondered why, then looked at the clock, on my PC it was just after 9:40pm on a Friday night. I should have known better.
I turned off the PC and went into the bedroom. Michelle was already in bed and was watching something on the TV. I stripped off and climbed in next to her. We snuggled, made love and slept well until way after 9am the following morning.
We showered together, talked about the days events, I told her about the work commencing on Monday and she asked. “Are you going to be there at 6am?” “No way!” I replied. “More like 10am for me, do you want to come too?”
“Oh yes please madam.” She said excitedly.
“I will have to ring everyone” I told her.
“Don’t you think Mia would have done that?” She asked.
“Maybe, but I will just in case.” I told her.
Michelle was right, Mia had rang everyone. And I thought, wow, one step ahead of me. Terry and Cindy will be there but not at 6am, “no need to” said Terry. “Let’s wait until they open it and have the rubble out of the way.” Which made sense. They were picking up Miriam on the way and we all agreed to be there around 10am. Emily would most likely be there along with Erica.
I rang Mia and gave her the ‘good news’. She laughed at us, “What 6 o’clock too early for you.”
“Hell yeah, but we’d just be underfoot.” I told her. She agreed.
So all weekend it was phone calls back and forth to everyone, all excited about what we may or may not find there.
As hard as I tried to keep a lid on it, I found myself getting caught up in the excitement. I woke just before six on the Monday morning to find a text waiting for from Terry. It came in at 5.27am ‘Are you awake yet’
I rang him back, and jokingly told him that he hadn’t been awake this early since before he was married and he was just getting home. He laughed and agreed. I heard Cynthia in the background saying he is behaving like a teenager as well. We laughed at the inference.
Michelle was still fast asleep. I told them that I’d see them in a few hour’s time. I rolled over and snuggled into Michelle, and kissed her cheek. She murmured that she was still tired. So I grabbed her backside and asked her if she was going to deprive her Mistress. She opened her eyes and looked at me as if she was about to say something she was going to regret. Then just smiled at me, kicked back the covers to reveal her naked body. Laid there like a star fish and she told me she was all mine and to wake her after I had had my wicked way with her. I laughed and slapped her kitty, she drew her legs up quickly and cupped her mound then cried out “Oh, I need to pee now”. I laughed and watched her disappear into my on suite.
I jumped into the shower and got the water just right as she flushed the loo, it robbed the shower of some water and sent a shiver through me as the water turned cold.
She poked her tongue out as she went passed the shower and the warm water returned. “You’ll keep little one.” I yelled out.
She put her head back into the on suit and asked. “Are we going back to bed or are we getting up now?”
I looked at her with the shampoo running down my face and over my boobs, “Are you seriously asking me if I intend to go back to bed?”
“Of course not my Mistress, I know better than to ask such silly questions of you at 6 o’clock on a Monday morning.” She said as she turned her back to me and wiggled her backside at me.
“Michelle” I called out to her.
“You know what would look good in that cute backside of yours?” I asked her.
“A plug madam?” She answered slowly and shyly.
“Yes, the large one, all day I think. That will remind you not to be too cheeky to your Mistress.”
She looked at me as I washed the soap from my eyes, standing there. I opened my eyes and asked “Yes, do you have a question?”
I could see her thinking. “May I shower first Mistress?” Came a lame question from her.
I smiled at Dubai Escorts her and knowing she was regular first thing in the mornings, I told her that after her morning routine she will apply the large butt plug as instructed and show me before dressing. “Are you preparing breakfast for us?” I yelled once more and got a “Yes Mistress” for a reply.
It doesn’t do any harm reminding her of her place. As much as I loved her wit and charm, she must remember who she is and where she belonged.
I finished dressing in my very casual ‘work’ clothes of a shirt and jeans with my work boots. I looked in the mirror and did a turn and thought not bad for a 60 something year old butch. A tight flat tummy, perky boobs, ok they weren’t all real, but they looked good, a tight arse and with a little make up not too many wrinkles. Yeah, I scrub up ok I thought.
I walked down to the Kitchen and I heard Michelle humming away in her own bathroom. “Close the door sweetie, I’m eating.” Heard her shuffle around and she screamed out an apology.
I once made the mistake of going to talk to her after her morning ‘routine’ and when she was in the shower. Never made that mistake again.
I sat, ate my breakfast and read the news from my phone. My how times have changed. My father use to do the same thing a generation ago. Except he had a pot of tea, toast and jam for his breakfast and the local morning paper the Adelaide Advertiser, the Fairfax Newspaper from Sydney and Murdoch’s paper from Melbourne. All delivered before 7am every day.
Now I get my news from Murdoch in the USA, Murdoch in the UK and Murdoch in Australia. Not healthy for one person having such a monopoly. I smiled to myself, the Ambrose Family owned more than 40 % of property in Port Adelaide. I’m certain there is someone saying the same thing about us.
There was nothing new in the world happening, tension in the Middle East, governments being overthrown in both Africa and South America. Trade battles with China. And Europe, well Europe is like the USA, a group of states held together loosely by a central government and can’t agree on anything.
I heard doors opening and closing, as my cute little sub made her way into the kitchen naked, her short pixie like hair cut still cute but in need of some work, her body still looking trim and super fit, her lovely little AA boobies, and her well-manicured landing strip pointing the way to paradise for me. I picked up my phone and took a photo, she smiled then did some poses, so I kept taking the photos. No one can access my phone, I reassured her, she shrugged her shoulders, blew me a kiss. So I called her over to me using just a finger. She came over, all cute and coy. I kissed her as I felt her body, she felt good, the soap gel she was using was different to mine I noticed and that smelled great on her. I grabbed her backside and felt the large butt plug buried deep inside of her. She took a deep breath.
“Good Girl.” I told her. She smiled and thanked me. “Now go get dressed, really sexy for me, something very girly, very Féminin.” I instructed her.
“Oh oui madam.”
Her wardrobe was extensive now, even lingerie and some very small thongs that I found she adored. I had shown her how I wanted her to look for me. Her makeup was important to me, seeing how she hardly had any when she arrived and I even bought her, her own bottle of Chanel .
I kept rolling through the news stories, and by the time she returned she looked, well words failed me. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, I looked at her and took in a deep breath. “Oh my, you look, so so absolutely outstanding my love.
I asked her to come to me and turn around.
She did. I undid her tired old brown tatty collar. Took it off and asked her to hold it for me. She did and didn’t move. I placed the new black shiny Collar on her. I did the buckle up and patted her back side, feeling the plug in place as I did so.
“You my love have just graduated to the next level. Everything now becomes harder for you now. But I have every reason to believe that you will hurry to your next collar and then the pièce de résistance, my day collar come jewelry for you.” I explained to her.
The tears came, but they were tears of joy. I went to the fridge and brought out a bottle of Taittinger Champagne Vintage Brut. She smiled at me, I poured her a glass and one for myself.
“Je me rends compte qu’il est tôt le matin et boire du champagne à une telle heure est très décadent, mais cela marque un moment spécial pour nous, ne pensez-vous pas?” [“I realize that it is early in the morning and drinking champagne at such an hour is very decadent, but it marks a special moment for us, don’t you think?”]
She took a sip, put the glass down and just hugged me. She looked at me, took my hands in hers and told me.
“I thought after our exchange this morning I still had a long way to go to please you my Mistress, but this is so powerful, you have filled me with so much confidence and love. I will do anything you ask of me, you do know that.”
“I know that.” I told her, then said to her “Today you will see your young Louie maybe? Maybe you could see if she is interested in sharing our bed before sharing our playroom.” I told her.
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