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.
Part -- 10 The opening of minds and the wall.
The alarm went off at 5:45am. I stirred but I didn't wake, then it kept on ringing. I was spooning into Michelle and didn't want to move. She murmured and shrugged at my touch. I put that into my memory for later. I cupped her boob and pinched her nipple hard.
"What?" Came her question as she jumped and tried to remove my hand. She tried to raise her head but just laid there. I grabbed her backside and kissed her neck. "Do you always put the alarm on to wake me up so you can have me?" she asked?
I smiled at her insolence and again made a note for later on. "I have a business meeting at 7." I told her, "You will stay here, but you had not be still in bed when I get home." She raised herself onto one elbow, "Can I come too?"
"No, this is business. Maybe next time I have an early morning meeting I will just send you and I can stay in bed." I told her as I dragged my weary body out of bed, being naked gave me wonderful sensations as I caught Michelle looking at me and smiling, as she licked her lips as she kicked back the covers revealing her own nakedness. I was tempted to just crawl back into bed next to her and continue where we left off the night before. But I had things to do.
I walked into the walk-robe and pressed on my mirror and then walked into my on-suite and started my morning routine. I peed, cleaned myself, I then turned the shower on and let the warm water tumble over me. I washed, humming away to myself, the steam fogging up the glass around the shower, I felt good. There was a gentle knock on the glass and a voice in the steam, "Can I join you?" She asked.
I opened the door to her smiled and let her in. "Sure, but I'm almost done and I have no time for playing." I explained.
She kissed me and said "Yes Mistress." As she took a handful of gel and started to wash herself. I leaned over her shoulder and asked, "Are you always so grumpy first thing in the morning?"
"I wasn't grumpy, I was in the middle of a beautiful dream and you shattered it by waking me." She told me.
"Oh what were you dreaming about?" I asked
"You my Mistress." She smiled as she told me.
"Oh really and what was I doing with you?" I ventured further with her.
"You were showing me how to be a good girl Mistress, using your cane and some rather large toys in my backside." She put a finger to her lips while looking at me blushing. "Is that good Mistress?" She asked me.
"Very good." I told her. I kissed her then stepped out of the shower, dried myself while starting to hum again. She too started singing in French, a tune I didn't recognise but sounded familiar.
I dressed quickly while Michelle was drying, the shower had been turned off. I went back into the bedroom and noticed how untidy we had left it after last night, clothes thrown into corners, totally unlike me. I wasn't happy with it and wondered if I was making the right decision or in fact had made the right decision.
I went down to the kitchen and started making a fresh pot of coffee, then looking at the clock realised it was almost 6:40. I shouted over my shoulder, down the hallway, that I had to go and the coffee was on. I turned around to leave and there she was. Dressed, in a new shirt, tied in a knot under her small breasts, only one button fixed in between what should have be her cleavage but wasn't, her new jeans were hugging every contour and crease she possessed. She had used a dab of perfume, an old bottle of Chanel #5 she had found on my dressing table. Some lipstick and eye shadow. All in the time it took me to brew up a pot of coffee.
I stood there in silence.
Taking in this wondrous young woman. She had literally taken my breath away.
"Oh wow Michelle, you look, you look magnifique. I am not sure how long I will be, but I will hurry back to you." I told her with a cheeky kiss on her nose.
She hugged me, "I will be here." She replied.
I raced out the door and down to the Port. Arriving there last of all.
"Typical" said Terry, "You live the closest and the last to arrive."
I poked my tongue out at him and then gave him a hug. "Hi little brother. Remember this part of town, you know where you grew up. I'm surprised you found your way here, did you use your natsav?" I said to him while smiling.
"Where's Cindy?" I continued.
"Don't be nasty now Kathy, it's beneath you." He replied.
I hugged every one as we were talking. Mia and Emily looked like they were just getting home from a big night out. While Erica was there but Anita wasn't.
The builders were unloading some tools as I opened the front door. I did notice that Emily and her grandfather were walking arm in arm and Mia was following up behind them. Erica joined me and asked, "Who's the latest squeeze then?"
"Say what." I asked.
"Emily was asking me who your new girlfriend was and had I met her."
"Was she now? Good grief one little giggle over the phone and she is blabbering about a girlfriend. I will fill you in later on. Are you coming out on Friday night or will you be tucked up in bed early?" I asked with a wicked raise of my eyebrows.
"Not sure yet, we might both be there." She told me. "This mysterious woman, she must be ok then, you have 'that' glow about you."
"And what glow is that Erica?" I asked her in a none too subtle tone.
"That glow one gets after a night of shagging." She reminded me.
"Oh that glow, well you would know all about 'that glow', wouldn't you." I told her.
She laughed then said, "My name's Erica not Emily."
We laughed out loud "Oh yeah, but you know."
"Did you say you are both coming on Friday night? That would be good but dangerous, tell her. We don't hide the fact of who we are."
"She knows." She said, as we watched the tradies set things up in the cellar.
Terence came over to us and looking at the wall asked. "How do you know it shouldn't be here?"
"I'll let Mia explain it, she is the genius that found it." As I waved a hand over at Mia and Emily who were talking to the builder. I asked him 'What did you think of your Blue Prints?"
"Haven't seen them yet." He told me. I grab hold of his arm and asked quietly, "Hasn't Emily spoken to you about dropping them off?"
