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, [I have now included the English translation after each French conversation, 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 15 -- a ménage à trois or A work of Art.
We stood around waiting for Terry to return from making a simple call to the Police, thinking they will be sending someone to pick up the gun powder and that would be that.
Terry came back and was shaking his head, "Nothing is straight forward for some people. They want us to evacuate the building they are sending the bomb squad to collect it. Honestly, some people are hopeless."
"I'll get everyone out, you find Mia and give her the good news, I'll try and find the Foreman and get him organised." I told him.
I grabbed Louie by her arm, "can you and a couple of your mates, put this crate somewhere safe?" Pointing to the guns.
She smiled, "I have a ute, we can take it anywhere you want me to." I smiled, "when Michelle reappears she'll show you the way to my place, there is a garden shed down the back."
And right on cue Michelle came running down the stairs, "Mistress, good news. The paintings can be seen by experts that authenticates Toulouse Lautrec's work. They are going to contact you direct Madam."
"That's wonderful." I told her. "Now I have another job for you, show Louie where we live and get them to put this box in the garden shed, for me please." I handed her a small key to the shed then reminded her. "Make certain you lock it up afterwards. Then bring me the key OK?"
"Oui Madam." She looked at Louie and the other labourer, she smiled at them then looking at Louie, she wet her lips and opened her eyes widely.
All of this right in front of me. "Michelle, behave and do not distract them from their work."
"Sorry Madam, I was thinking of something else."
"Yes I know what you were thinking Michelle, everyone knows what you were thinking, my sweet. You are very obvious." I reminded her.
She pouted at me, shrugged her shoulders and said "No madam I am very discreet."
"No Michelle, you are not, you try but discreet you are not, am I right Louie?" Putting her on the spot.
"Errrr I got your message Michelle." She said as she and her other mate picked up the crate and manhandled it up the stairs.
Michelle and I watched them move, looking at every minute twitch of every muscle, and as soon as they were out of sight, she turned to me, grabbed my arm and head-butted my shoulder, "Oh madam, isn't she so adorable, I think I shall have her before she has a shower, I need to take in all of her aroma's I think. Would that be OK? Do you think."
"I think you are one very excitable girl and yes you should make it very memorable, for you both. I think she likes the way you are dressed today. très sexy." I told her
She then ran out of the room and up the stairs to catch up with her soon to be new conquest.
Terry was just back into the room when Michelle whizzed passed him, "Where is she going in a hurry?" "Doing me a little favour." I told him.
"I am moving the crate of rifles to my garden shed. I didn't want the police to see them and then get them caught up in some bureaucratic red tape crap." I explained
"Kathleen, we are going to have to declare everything we find down here you know." He said.
"I know and we will, but of a time of our choosing. Which reminds me, did someone make an audited account of what was down here?" I enquired.
He looked at me, cocked his head to one side, it is an Ambrose thing, then told me "Erica and her girlfriend did."
"Her girlfriend?" I looked at him with a cold stare.
"Yeah, aren't they a couple?" He asked
"Not that I know of" I told him. Nodding my head at the same time.
"Mia is organising the evacuation by the way. I could tell your hands were going to be busy."
"I was wondering where everybody was."
It was then that we heard the sirens approaching from a distance, we looked at each other smiled, looped arms and marched ourselves back to the site office.
We were a happy pair actually, although we can't work together we still love each other as brother and sister should. We walked into the office which by now was crowded. There was a high ranking police officer there looking at the drawing and both Mia and Erica were giving her instructions as to what was where. I caught Mia's eyes and very slowly went sshhhhshhhh.
I leant into Erica and Anita and asked quietly. "Did you two make a list of what we found?' neither said a word but I got a slight nod from Erica. "Lose it for now" I told her. She and Anita left the office together.