Chapter 7: A French Distraction

After my brief meeting with Jen at 4 pm that afternoon, I thought it was late enough in the day to enjoy a glass of wine, or two. Korked had just opened for their evening customers and as I walked in through the door, I saw Ash, wiping down the tables as she went around the place, making sure all was as it should be.

“You’re early?” She commented as soon as she saw me. I smiled “I’ve had a busy day and need a drink.” I told her.

She poured me a red wine from off the top shelf, I brought it to my nose, swirled around the glass took another sniff, and then a sip. “Hhhmmm nice. I needed that.”

“Glad you liked it. From my private stock, you know.” She told me.

“YE Gods and little fishes, you are sharing your private stock, it’s not Christmas again is it?” I asked with a smile all over my face.

“Shut up, or I’ll take it back,” Ashley exclaimed.

“Is your better half around, you know Ellie, your wife?” I asked with a smirk on my lips.

“You mean my other half? And she’s in the kitchen, where she belongs.” She told me.

“How come you never say that when she is around? Can we three have a chat before it gets too busy?” I asked her.

She looked at me sideways, and using her quick Aussie lesbian wit she said. “What’s up, not pregnant are you? I knew you would get knocked up eventually, the way you flaunt yourself around. Know who the father is do you?” She carried on. All the while smiling.

“When you are quite finished with your comic routine, I have something to tell you both,” I told her.

Ash, shouted over her shoulder, through the open kitchen doorway. “Hey babe, the little town flirt, wants a word to us, BOTH, it must be important.”

Then the prettiest woman on this planet poked her head around the kitchen door. Wiping her hands on a dishtowel draped over her shoulder. Ellie saw me and her face lit up, “Hi Kathy, you’re not a flirt, are you?”

“Oh I have my moments,” I told her. She came around from behind the bar, hugged and kissed me. Swiftly looked at us, smiled and said to me “Unhand that woman, she’s married.”

“OK, you have our undivided attention, what’s on your mind?” She asked.

“I am opening an exclusive club next door.” I came right out and told them, nothing subtle. “I can’t see it impacting negatively on you guys, in fact, it may prove to be a bonus,” I explained.

“They looked at each other, Ash shrugged her shoulders, then looked back at me before asking, “First of all Why? And is it going to be another wine bar?

“Why, good question, two reasons, because I want a place for gay women to go and be safe and to be able to be who they want to be, without having to worry about who is watching them and what they think. Secondly, because it will be profitable for the family.” I told them with a smile. “AND no, we aren’t going to be in competition with you. This will be an exclusive ‘members only’ club. Very discrete on the outside and totally safe on the inside. A couple of bars, a small restaurant, some reading rooms, and places for a member to be intimate with their guest.”

Ash looked straight at me and without batting an eyelid, “So you are opening an all-girl knock shop next door to our highly respectable wine bar, great. How am I going to keep the wife out of there every day?” She said to me.

“Simple.” I said, “Make sure you keep her well sated at home and she won’t need to be a member, You two still, you know, still do it don’t you. I mean you are getting old now.”

“What, who’s old?” Asked Ash, “Besides you think that smile on her face is all because she enjoys working here with me, hell no.” All of that was said with a complete warm smile on her face and Ellie reminded her “Happy wife, happy life.”

Then hugged Ashley and kissed her on the cheek, patted her backside and asked “Are you still a happy wifey?” Ashley looked at her smiled, kissed her on the tip of her nose and nodded. “Yep, you know it girly, besides, you’ll have to do for now” She replied.

I raised my glass to them and said “Happy lives.” Then took another sip of her wine.

“Thanks for letting us know in advance Kathy, but I can’t see it being a problem.” Said Ellie.

I finished my wine, told them I’ll be back for dinner and headed out the door for my next task.

I needed this one to be completely private.

I unlocked the car, a not so new Hyundai Sonata, I was never a big fan of flash cars, and this one was stylish, comfortable and inexpensive to run. Sat there for a minute and wonder how I was going to handle this next call. Although I did tell Emily that she would have to handle her mother, I knew Emily and Mia were likely to come up in this conversation, other than as a business arrangement.

I love my family, but they can be difficult at times.

I started to dial Miriam’s mobile number, stopped halfway through it, then continued, it rang once, then twice. And was answered. “Hi Kathy,” her cheerful voice said to me, “How are you?”

“Hi sweetheart, I am wonderful, what about you?”

“Yeah, I’m good, keeping busy as per normal.” She replied.

“That’s important,” I told her. “I was thinking it was about time we caught up for lunch or a night out, what do you say?”

“I’d say, Yes Please, it’s been ages since we’ve had a night out. Just us two or should we drag Emily along too, show her how we oldies can still party.” She asked.

“Emily would be great company, speaking of Em, has she told you about those Wall Art drawings she and Mia have done together?”

“Yes, she showed me one, beautiful aren’t they?”

“Yes, I commissioned them to do the whole set for the family. Your dad has got two and I sold another 3 earlier today. It goes without saying you’ll have one or two.”

“Yes she told me you wanted all of them done, she was so thrilled. You spoil her you know.” She told me.

“Well this was purely a business decision, the 3 I sold today will just about pay for the whole lot. I have a feeling they will become quite a collector’s piece.”

“Now while we are talking about Emily and Mia, have they told you what they have been working on for me, well us?” I enquired.

“Not really, she did say you asked her and Mia to do some proposal about restoring an old building we own in the Port.”

“That was why I was ringing you to tell you that we are going ahead with their proposal. We will take a hit on it for the first 3 years but after that, I am certain it will return us a nice profit.” I told her.

“OK, you know what’s best. But please don’t tell me this is just because she is your niece’s daughter!” She asked in her own direct style.

“Miriam, sweetheart, you know me better than that. When it comes to the family, I do what’s best for the family. This is no different. I did tell them that I wanted them to set up a business so we can pay them legitimately, nothing under the table. So I got them talking to Jen Halloran’s law firm and our accountants. Nothing dodgy, they pay their own way. On top of all that, your daughter has a talent for interior design. Well, Erica thinks so. She gave her some work as well.”

“And you had nothing to do with it, am I right?” I heard her say.

“Hand on my heart, not a thing, no arm twisting, no promises, no quid pro quo arrangements with anyone. These girls did it on their own. All their own work Miriam, honest to god.” I replied.

I continued, without missing a beat, “This Mia is a good influence on our Em, she has her focused and gives her a sense of belief in herself.”

“Hhhmmm, I have noticed she seems ... well very attached to her.” She told me.

“You mean your daughter seems jubilant and yes they make a nice couple, don’t you think?” I had laid the bait.

“Yes she does appear to be happy, but let’s wait and see shall we before everyone starts jumping to conclusions. As for them being a couple, I am not so sure. You know what her grandmother and her grandfather will say, don’t you?”

“I do, well I already know what your dad thinks, he mentioned it to me the other day, he is completely nonplussed to be honest, but I haven’t spoken to your mum in ages, so I’m guessing she won’t be too pleased. In a lot of ways Emily reminds me a lot of you, when you knew Paul was the one.” I reminded her once again about her late husband and regretted it immediately. “So totally wrapped up in him you were, blind to what any of us thought.”

“That was a long time ago Kathy.” She hesitated for a moment then continued. “I still miss him, you know.” She sounded down now and I felt guilty.

“Of course you do, we all do Miriam, we all do.” I stopped for a moment before saying “I have often wondered why you never remarried?”

“Never felt right, to be honest, I was wanting Emily to grow up first and be happy.” She sighed and I heard her take a deep breath.

“Well, you have succeeded, she is happy, she is a well-adjusted young woman, head over heels in love. You must be very proud and happy too?”

“If she could find a man like her dad I’d be even happier.” She stated with a chuckle.

I sighed. “Come on Miriam, just be thankful she is happy. I explained. “Besides Mia is a wonderful person and she has Emily’s best interests at heart, a better person than a lot of people we know,” I told her. “Tell me,” I asked her. “What concerns you most about Emily’s choice of partner, the fact that it’s a ‘she’ and not a he, or is there something else?”

“Well, I had in my mind the perfect scenario for her, a good man, her own home, a family, you understand don’t you?”

“Actually no, I don’t. What you have just said is a load of crap to me. Look at me, in my 60’s, never been married, never had a child, I own my own home, plus several more if I wanted to, and on top of all that as happy as Larry about it. Look at you even, you could marry if you wanted to, or find a man if you wanted one. It isn’t as if you are not a worthwhile catch, you still have your looks and a trim body, most men and a lot of women would chase the living daylights out of you if you let them.”

I heard her laughing, “Stop it.” She said. “Are you trying to convert me to the dark side, set me up with one of your girlfriends, or something?” Miriam was laughing all the while as she said it.

“You know I wouldn’t do that, if you want a girlfriend you will have to go find her yourself,” I replied in earnest. “But I’m sure you know where to go to find a bloke if you wanted a ‘quickie’ or something.” I laughed along with her.

“Kathleen, I’m not like that, I hope you weren’t serious?” she asked aghast at the thought I would think she would.

I laughed again, “No Miriam, I know you aren’t like that at all and any bed mate you find would have to have a romantic attachment that comes along with it, guy or girl.”

“Stop with the girly talk Kathy, I’m not like that!”

The seeds had been sown and rejected wholeheartedly by this stony, barren, hard earth, but with a little water, and some fertilizer, who knows what may take root?

“OK. What about our dinner date then, do you want to check with Emily and Mia, then get back to me?” I told her.

“Sure, but not sure when she will be home again. She has only been home one night this past week.”

“Well, they have been busy working on that proposal for me. Tell me something, do you allow Mia to stay over with Emily?”

“No way, I’m not going to encourage them. So please don’t ask me to.” She stated firmly.

“I have never butted in nor offered advice, unless asked, about you raising your child, so won’t start now!” I exclaimed to her just as forcibly in return.

“But think on this for a while, you may not want to know what they get up to, and I am certain Emily won’t willingly tell you, but those two are just as much a couple as you and Paul were before you were married. Remember the grief your mother gave you the first time you didn’t come home one night. You swore black was blue to them that nothing happened. Remember? Are you still telling me nothing happened?”

We laughed again, “I think we were bonking all night long, and then again on the way home.” She laughed out loud.

“How old were you?” I reminded her.

“OK, so my little Emily isn’t all sweet and innocent anymore, is that what you are trying to say?”

“I’m saying she and Mia are as much in love with each other as you and Paul were, if you want to see more of her, make it easier for them to be around you. That’s all I’m saying.” I said it with such a tone as to make it a gentle statement.

“Get back to me ASAP about a time and date, I’ll pick the venue or venue’s,” I told her.

We said our goodbyes but before she hung up she told me sincerely. “I love talking to you Kath.”

“Thank you, and I to you. Let’s do it more often then.” And I hung up the phone, well pushed the end button more like it.

I sat there in the car and thought back on the conversation. Smiled to myself and was happy with the result. The first hurdle, of Emily’s mum, was overcome, I was sure now that Mia wouldn’t be made to feel unwelcome in Miriam’s home. Plus I got to throw a few seeds into that barren land. Now to water it and make sure the right fertilizer was used.

I walked back to the wine bar, as I passed the front door of what will become the most talked-about address in Port Adelaide. I stopped, looked up at this magnificent old build and said to myself. “You my old love are about to step into history.”

I walked into Korked, Ash was chatting to a backpacker by the looks of her. She was short, had sandy coloured hair, nicely proportioned, her body was thin, her backside was firm and cute, no cellulite, which told me she was young and her arms and legs revealed a well-toned suntanned person, a person who worked manually out in the weather. Her clothes were inexpensive and the shorts were cut down from an old pair of jeans I was thinking. They were tight, extremely tight and very very short.

The bottom of her shorts finished at the bottom of her back pockets. And her T-shirt was a size too small for her but she still found a way to tie a knot in it underneath her small firm breasts. It too was very revealing, she wore no bra, and I noticed a pierced belly button.

I sat and watched her and listened to her broken English, which Ash was having trouble understanding. Now I must point out here, that Ash is a kindly person, loving most of the time, flirty with certain types of women and girls but was not blessed with an abundance of patience.

She saw me come in, smiled over the shoulder of her young customer, and rolled her eyes. They were going over the prices of the different glasses of wine, and or spirits. By the sound of her accent, she was French, it was cute hearing her battle with broken English. I sat there for a short while and I saw Ash roll her eyes again, not for the second or third time I thought. Patience I remembered from earlier experiences wasn’t one of Swiftly’s most endearing features. I had to help them both out of an awkward situation and who knows, I might even help myself out into the bargain. That itch had returned.

I used the little French I knew to help. In truth my French was quite good and extensive, having spent 2 years there in my 30s.

“Désolé de m’immiscer, puis-je être d’une certaine aide?” I said to her. [“Sorry to intrude, can I be of some assistance?”]

“Oh oui s’il vous plait” she replied She smiled, nodded and replied. “Je suis confus par l’argent nécessaire pour juste un verre de vin.” [“Oh yes please”] [“I am confused by the money needed for just a glass of wine.”]

“Un moment pendant que je parlerai à la serveuse” I told her, I then turned to Ash, who had such an astonished look on her face. [“One moment while I talk to the waitress”]

“Poor love is confused by your overpriced wines. And before you answer in your typical Australian slang, she does understand a little English, so be kind.”

“I never knew you spoke French, and now I am betting that a certain Australian dyke has her eyes set on such a poor sweet thing.”

I smiled back at her. Then turned to the young lady, “S’il vous plaît, laissez-moi payer votre vin et un repas, je suis sur le point de commander le mien, afin que nous puissions manger ensemble, est-ce que cela vous conviendrait?” [“Please let me pay for your wine and a meal, I’m about to order mine, so we can eat together, would that be okay with you?”]

“Merci, j’adorerais ça. Ce serait bien d’avoir une compagnie aussi élégante” she replied. [“Thank you, I would love that. It would be nice to have such elegant company.”]

I held out my hand and introduced myself. “Je suis Kathleen Ambrose, comment devrais-je t’appeler?” [“I’m Kathleen Ambrose, what should I call you?”]

She replied with a warm smile. “S’il vous plaît appelez-moi Michelle. Michelle Dumuir.” [“Please call me Michelle. Michelle Dumuir.”]

I turned to Ash, who stood there smiling at us both, “Ashley, meet Michelle Dumuir.”

“La serveuse est aussi la propriétaire avec sa femme, elle s’appelle Ashley.” They shook hands. [“The waitress is also the owner with her wife, her name is Ashley.”]

“Put it all on my tab Ash, and we’ll be eating down in the OWLS nest,” I informed her.

“Of course, you will be, I’m guessing your guest will be staying overnight maybe?”

“If I’m lucky, she will,” I answered over my shoulder as we walked towards my little alcove. My hand in the small of her back guided her.

“Luck has nothing to do with it. And why does ‘a fly into a spider’s web’ come to mind.” She was talking just loud enough for me to hear.

I smiled back at her and raised my eyebrows.

We enjoyed a bottle of good Australian wine, not that the French mademoiselle was overly impressed with it, nor the food. But she did enjoy the company she told me as she rested a hand on my arm.

I saw her looking at my chest and got the feeling she so wanted to touch them. I pushed them out on a couple of occasions, to tease, she took a deep breath each time I did.

I sensed in her demeanour a willingness to follow, as she accepted my guidance to the table and didn’t flinch at the assertive hand in the small of her back. I let my hand fall to her thigh and I rested it as high as I dare with a complete stranger. She didn’t flinch, nor did she close her legs or place a hand on mine. I took it that she was both inclined towards the fairer sex and was used to being in the company of older, stronger, companions.

It was just a feeling I had, the vibes she gave off.

I sipped my wine as I watched her movements, it was then that I saw the small rainbow on the inside of her wrist. I smiled at her as I picked up her hand and kissed her wrist and the rainbow, then nodded to her.

“J’adore ton tatouage arc-en-ciel, je devrais en avoir un, aussi un jour.” I told her. [“I love your rainbow tattoo, I should get one too someday.”]

“J’espérais que vous le verriez et j’avais encore plus d’espoir que vous étiez si enclin.” She replied. I leaned in and kissed her, her mouth opened and welcomed me. [“I was hoping you would see it and I was even more hopeful that you were so inclined.”]

I took her hand and led her outside, which was quiet and in fact, it was totally empty so the Garden of Unearthly delights was all ours to explore.

We walked hand in hand around the pathways I stopped her, took her face in my hands and planted a kiss on her lips, her mouth welcomed me again, and her tongue danced and entwined with mine. We moaned in each other’s mouths. I put my hand on her bare stomach and let it slowly ride up to her small firm breasts, I tweaked her nipple, and she swooned and told me it had been such a long time since her last lover.

I untied the knot in her T-shirt and eased it off over her head and let it fall to the ground as I searched for the button to her shorts, which unbuttoned so easily. She eased her shorts down and kicked them off and stood before me, naked.

I stood back and admired this young French Jeune fille.

I found a garden bench away from the lights. I pulled my dress up to my waistband took her hand and guided it into my panties.

“Comme cela fait si longtemps, ne soulageriez-vous pas d’abord mes tensions.” She asked of me. [“Since it’s been so long, wouldn’t you ease my tension first.”]

It was time to reveal who was in charge, and what her role will be.

“Non mon doux petit, c’est toi qui servira ta Maîtresse pour la nuit. Donc, si je suis satisfait de vos efforts, je vous ramènerai à la maison et vous traiterai d’une manière dont vous vous souviendrez pour toujours.”

“Tout d’abord, nous allons essayer d’améliorer votre anglais. Donc, à partir de là, seulement l’anglais. S’il y a des mots que vous ne connaissez pas, vous me demanderez de l’aide. Maintenant, viens, fais de moi une femme heureuse.” I told her. [“No my sweet little one, you will be the one serving your Mistress for the night. So if I am satisfied with your efforts, I will take you home and treat you in a way that you will remember forever.”]

“Yes madam.” Came her reply.

And she came closer, pulling down my panties, down past my knees, held my hand as I stepped out of them, and then I sat down on the edge of the garden seat. And she knelt at my feet. I opened my legs to her and her smile could have lit up the whole garden, she edged closer, her nose pushing gently against my hidden pearl as her tongue ran along my moist sensitive lips. She took my outer labia into her mouth and sucked on it, firmly now as she put her hands under my backside. I raised myself off of the seat to make it easier for her.

I moaned, and that itch I had felt building these past weeks was ready to be exploited and released. I placed a hand on her head, gripping her short boyish haircut that she had. I moved my hips towards her, feeling her tongue tease my moist inner sanctum, she buried her tongue straight inside of me, I threw my head back and grabbed her hair even more tightly, she screamed or yelled into my core, sending vibrations all the way back to my spine, I held her head in my two hands now grabbing as much hair as I could to hold on as I erupted into her face. I shook, I shuddered, I cried out aloud. I was quick, I was in need. The orgasm was both short and intense. She knew her way around the anatomy of a woman.

She knelt there humming into me.

Licking at my juices. She hadn’t even touched my clit yet. I curled a leg around her neck and told her in a language that anyone could understand. “You are coming home with me.” I laughed as my panting was becoming slower now.

“Are ... You OK madam?” she asked in her broken English. I smiled at her and unhooked my leg. Pulled her up to my chest, and whispered into her ear.

“That was magnifique, Michelle.”

I kissed her, tasting my own juices on her lips and mouth. “I taste wonderful don’t I?”

“Oui madame eerrr I mean Yes Madam.” She answered.

I held her, feeling her fit young body and getting aroused once more. She shivered in the cool night air.

“Get dressed, and we shall go now.”

“Oui, sorry I mean yes please.”

“Such an obedient good girl., I told her.

She blushed, “EEErrrr Madam, I did ave a Mistress, for a long time. She sent me away to see more of ze world.” She told me.

‘Well, I will show you how this Australian Mistress, expects her young sweet mademoiselle to behave, as I grabbed her backside and placed a finger in her anus. She squirmed, smiled and said, “we should go to your home no?”

“Yes we should.” As I pushed my finger into her a little deeper. Her eyes closed and she tried to pull away from me. I kissed her fiercely, and the look in my eyes told her not to resist me. I pushed it in further, and she hesitated then again tried to pull away from me, I grabbed her by the back of her neck and told her to stop resisting me. As my finger penetrated her further, I told her the more she resisted, the more I would fuck her tight rosebud. She had tears in her eyes. She then laid her head on my chest and relaxed her buttocks as I slowly eased my finger in and out of her hindquarters. I released her hair and stroked her head. I lent down and kissed her head, and withdrew my finger.

“Michelle, you will do exactly as I say, never disobey me.” My tone was strong, the language would not have mattered. The message had been sent.

She hung her head in shame. I found my panties and wiped my finger, as she stood naked and waited for further instructions. I knew then that this young waif of a girl was ready, willing and able to be a complete sub to me.

In just a short two hour spell, she had gone from trying to outwit Ashley over the price of a glass of wine, to being naked in a public space, eating a total stranger. I liked this girl, I liked her a lot.

She had tried to break from my grasp but to no avail. She had tried to assert her own authority, had tried to top from the bottom. All to no avail.

She knew her place. She knew who was in charge.

There was only one further discipline I need her to experience.

“I am thinking should I let you dress or just take your clothes from you and walk you to my car naked, as a punishment for showing me ‘défi’.” I told her.

She did not move her head, her chin was on her chest.

I knew she wanted to take my ample bosoms into her mouth, I knew she would at some stage tonight, but it would be a time and place of my choosing, not hers.

We both heard voices come from the courtyard, I held her tiny shorts and T-shirt in my hand. Looking at her. She did not say a word, no please, no begging for her clothes. The voices were giggling, they sounded like younger voices. Still not coming along the pathway towards us.

I spoke to her in French once more. “Que dois-je faire avec toi? J’aime ton esprit et ton corps mignon, mais trop d’esprit n’est pas requis par mon soumis. Tu te rends compte que tu es mon soumis, n’est-ce pas? Quel est votre mot sûr, Michelle? Anglais souvenez-vous.” [“What should I do with you? I love your mind and cute body, but too much mind is not required by my submissive. You do realize that you are my submissive, don’t you? What is your safe word, Michelle? English remember.”]

“Anges ma Maîtresse., eeerrr I mean angels my Mistress.” She said it with a smile on her lips, as if she had said it on purpose, knowing that some sort of discipline was forthcoming.

I didn’t smile back at her but rolled her clothes into a ball in my fist. I started to walk towards the courtyard, then stopped. She hadn’t moved, her chin was still on her chest. I took two steps toward her and held out my hand to her. She looked up slyly at me, a tear was in her eyes. Her eyes were begging me not to show her nakedness off to the voices we had heard.

I shook my hand at her, imploring her to take it. She was stubborn, still defiant. The longer she resisted the more determined I became.

I walked back to her and whispered into her ear.

“Do not defy me, Michelle.” As my hand grabbed her backside, my fingers left an indent in her cute arse. I then released it and without notice brought my hand down from a great height, the whack that it made, I was certain was heard over the noise that came from the doors being opened once more, music and singing floated upon the air.

We were none too sure if people were coming out into the Garden of Unearthly Delights, or if the voices we heard earlier were heading back inside. I was unconcerned. What did concern me was this sweet young French backpacker was a handful, one I wanted to control, wanted in my bed, and wanted to share with others.

I put a finger under her chin and whispered to her. “Follow me NOW” and I led her away with a finger under her chin. She followed me, hesitatingly at first then growing with confidence as we saw no one and heard no voices. We reached the courtyard, it was empty. I handed Michelle her clothes. She quickly put them on.

I smiled at her.

“Now will you trust me?” I asked her.

“Oui madam, yes.”

“Good girl, take my hand,” I told her as I opened the door. It was noisy and bright.

The nest where us OWLS would normally be seated was taken by a group of young women, enjoying a hens night out, the bride to be, was all adorned with a tiara and sash, her short miniskirt caught my eye for a fleeting moment as I felt a tug on my hand and a dark stare from my own conquest.

I looked down at her and my look said more than a thousand words. She hung her head without saying a word. Jealousy plays no part in any of my relationships.

I couldn’t remember where I had left my handbag and asked one of the girls there if they had seen a beige leather handbag, she just shrugged her shoulders and carried on talking to her friend next to her.

We were walking past the bar when a voice called out to me, it was Ash, who held up my handbag, the relieved look on my face said thank you. As I went up to the bar and actually thanked her, took it from her and as discretely as I could put my knickers in there. Ash just smiled and mouthed ‘well done. I’m sure Ash thought they were the young French woman’s, little did she know. She then looked at the somewhat dishevelled girl with me and raised her eyebrows and shook her head.