Note from Bookbuddy: The first in this trilogy is Adult World described how through miss fortune this group of swinger after intrigue and police harassment end up on a farm. Read Adult World Pt 01 - 25 to read this
This second novella, Adult Farm follows the trials and tribulations of a group of like mind people who join forces to create a world where sex and love are separate worlds. A polyamory community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame or retribution. Read the stories before this to follow the full story.
New readers, I recommend starting at - Adult World Pt 01 The Meeting - to understand the characters and background.
If you have read that, then start Adult Farm Pt 01 The Water Hole Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale and above all enjoy.
All Characters in this story are over the age of 18 Years old and are consenting adults.
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The club had had its first official love-in-party; they had only had invited guests, everybody raved about how fantastic it had been. The permanent club members were sitting around doing a debrief after the event. June had sourced feedback from all the invited guests, and the most obvious issue they faced was providing enough food for everyone. The women especially talked about the lack of a place to retire from the action for a while and get some sleep, or perhaps do a little personal beauty treatment and grooming. This seemed to be the universal cry.
On a positive note, they had found people didn't bring their own condoms. They sold ones from the club store, this also meant they were selling toys and some outfits from the store. Girls wanted erotic lingerie, none of which occurred to them until they were into the second twenty-four hours. Shop sales, although not through the roof, were enough to think that perhaps the store should be open for a period at the beginning of the session. They thought about some other benefits they could offer, such as perhaps the services of Doctor Adana or perhaps Maddie as the beauty care, including waxing. Perhaps they could do these things on Saturday afternoon before they did evening drinks and dinner and then let the fun begin.
Financially, the weekend had been successful with the shop and the "Retreat Fees" increasing club funds more than expected. June and Dave realised this was a good venture, and they needed to run some more retreat weekends, perhaps every fortnight. With the finances from these gatherings, build a plan to increase the accommodation. An old house moved on the property might work or putting up several relocatable modules similar to those of a mining camp, to give people a place to get away to and be private.
June and Poppy took on the challenge of finding accommodation at a good price, while Colin and Dave would look at the site and what they needed to sort it out. The first thing they needed was approval from the lessor for permission to put something else on the property. Poppy's Dad was glad to deal with this and told them he would seek formal agreement. As far as he knew, they could put anything they like on the property as long as council approved it and followed state regulations. Studying these, they found that the best would probably be to put essentially demountable removable cabins. Similar to motor camps and mining organisation. The vision they had was another house, but a row of just bedrooms worked. If they could set them up with king singles or double beds, that would work fine.
Burntwood grew up as an old staging post for transport from the city north and to the wide open desert towns to the west. Once a thriving town, with all the faculties to sustain the busy traffic that passed its way, much of the infrastructure still existed. Tall gums separate the middle of the street. Citizens loved looking after the building that remained. Burntwood had an artisan feel, with small galleries, gift shops, fudge and chocolate shops, and loads of cafes and two hotels. The hotel on the main street attracted the townies out for a drive. The locals drank in an authentic two story wooden pub a street back from the main road.
Today was warm, the sky blue but for a few puffs of white clouds on the horizon. June and Dave had tackled the council to see if they could file for planning consent to install their demountables. This shouldn't be a problem, they thought, as they were only caravans without wheels. The Country Café became their regular venue to have coffee once council business completed for the day. When the council stuff took a long time, they might even stay for lunch..
The council building was out of character to the rest of the village, set slightly out of town on a large flat piece of land, they built it of yellow brick and had a dull green steel roof. The building had an office down one side and then a large community hall in the middle. On the other side, some small rooms for committee rooms. The locals could use these facilities, and many of the clubs and societies would use these for their meetings.
Along the back of the wood panelled public council facilities, the counters were located. Divided up into three counter windows, on one side was a group of offices, and on the other side was a single meeting room. Divided from the public area by a floor to ceiling frosted window, a group of people sat around a long table having a meeting.
They reached the counter with their paperwork, some drawings of what they were about to do now and where they hoped to be. June felt that as much information as they could give the better and easier the process would be. Apparently not, the behind the counter had a problem with the process altogether. She hadn't done something like this before, and she needed to make phone calls to people. She got hung up on the structure of the lease. She needed plans for the future accommodation and the present. This was becoming a nightmare. June was getting to a point where she needed to yell at someone as the frustration levels built up within both Dave and her.
The counter lady disappeared, to check something else and the two of them looked at each, the frustration turned to laughter. They couldn't believe how complex this process had become and how it involved so many people. Talk about red tape at its worst.
The door to the meeting room with the long table opened, an elegantly dressed lady with short cropped black hair, large egg-shaped green eyes stepped out with a clipboard and folders. She was talking to another woman who appeared to be some kind of assistant. She glanced at June and Dave and then did a double take.
"Is there something I can do to help you two I'm Felicity Pilkington-Fell district mayor?" Offering her hand as she spoke.
Stunned, couple responded by offering theirs. They looked around to see if she was talking to someone else. She was very familiar to the couple, but she appeared to be trying not to show recognition.
June recovered first. "Oh yes, we are trying to put in for planning permission we want to erect demountables on our property for visiting guests and workers. We seemed to have run into many problems we never thought of."
"I understand." She said. "Show me your application." She took the paperwork from June and from the counter. She addressed her companion, "Jane, take these citizens through to my chambers, make them comfortable with a coffee while I find out what the issue is here."
Her assistant lead the couple to a large opulent office, the walls line in the same wood panelling as the reception area. She made them comfortable and prepared coffee for them at the machine in the office's corner. She turned and walked out.
