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 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.
