Langley Circle Formation Ch 09

Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. Thank you for reading. All feedback is greatly appreciated.

Thanks for joining me again for another instalment. This episode sees some suggestion of coercion, as well as strap-on sex between women.

Previously on Langley Circle... The Circle idea has captured the attention of all those present at the Parkers' meeting at the weekend. Whilst exploring the future project is exciting, Dean and others still have to work and study for exams. Despite this, Josh finally moved forward in resolving his feelings of guilt in respect of his treatment of Trudy. === === ===

Season Two, Episode Nine

Dean tapped the notepad with his pen in frustration as he held the phone to his ear; it was clear which way the conversation was heading.

"It would be perfect for phase three of your expansion plans Phil; you see that right?"

Phil didn't seem to agree.

"Well, how about come and see the property, it really is quite unique."

Dean glanced up as Hazel came in holding a mug of tea. He twitched a tight smile in her direction and idly watched her chest wobble hypnotically as she placed the mug down... directly on his notepad. He rolled his eyes good naturedly, and allowed his gaze to take a slow ramble over the northern slope of her cleavage before lifting up to her face. On arrival, he found her smiling patiently down at him.

"OK Phil, you can't blame a guy for trying." This was going nowhere. "I'll catch you on the links soon." He sighed and hung up.

Hazel cocked one perfectly manicured eyebrow. "No luck?"

"Nope, only two left on the list, then it's anyone's guess as to what we can do with the place."

Hazel lingered. "Anything I can do to help?" She leant a little further over the desk towards him. He'd given up trying to dissuade her from doing this kind of thing; usually it prevented him from leaving the office for ten minutes or so until his erection had subsided. He sighed in resignation and took another trip over mount Hazel, his gaze sliding down the vertiginous slopes of her enormous breasts, coming to rest in the mysterious darkness of the valley between them.

Dean Blinked. "Thanks Hazel, I don't think so. Perhaps the tea will provide some much needed inspiration." He lifted the cup and took a sip, wincing; He'd told her he didn't take sugar a dozen times. He swallowed and tossed her a weak smile, before glancing down at the damp ring the mug had left on the notepad. He froze, staring at the word "Langley" that he'd scrawled at the top of the page; it now had a perfect circle surrounding it.

"Langley Circle". An idea began to form, and with it came a surge of excitement.

"Is everything alright Mr. Parker?"

"What?" Dean looked up, surprised she was still there. "Er... yeah, I'm fine. More than fine; in fact, I could kiss you; you've just given me a brilliant idea."

Even before he had finished speaking, Hazel was moving swiftly around the desk, a look of determined excitement in her eyes. She grabbed the arm of his chair and wheeled him backward, spinning him to face her. Before Dean had a chance to realise that she intended to make good on his careless proclamation, she surged forward. Her perfume assaulted his nostrils a heartbeat before her lips mashed into his. Her warm firm body pressed against him, the force propelling him and the chair backwards a few feet to bump into the filing cabinet. Hazel, whose lips had remained locked to his throughout the short journey, breathed heavily and continued to press her body against his.

"Mff." Dean floundered and tried to push her gently back. Then he tried not so gently, still without success, and finally, he placed one hand full on each breast and heaved with a great deal of effort; she was a lot stronger than she looked. Eventually, Hazel moved backwards, breaking her kiss, a wild look in her eyes. She blinked and then glanced down at his hands, which were still firmly attached to her breasts.

Dean squeaked and snatched his hands back. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise Mr. Parker; I think I've made it quite clear what I want."

"Yes you have, and whilst I have to admit that the prospect is extremely tempting, I am married, very happily married."

Hazel smirked as she took a step back. "Was your wife the one checking me out on the secret video call the other day, when you were taking my ID photo?"

Heat rose to Dean's face. "I- I- don't know what you mean."

Hazel nodded. "Sure you do. It's fine; don't sweat it. I find that wives and girlfriends are often very curious about the 'pornstar' bimbo' at the office."

"I don't see you like that Hazel," Dean said hurriedly, realising to his chagrin that it was indeed exactly how he saw her.

Hazel shrugged. "It's ok, you're meant to." She slipped into the chair next to his desk. "It's what I want you to think, but anyway, perhaps I'll have a chat with Mrs. Parker the next time she calls."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

Hazel laughed. "Hardly, just wondering if there might be some way we can all get what we want. That aside, I am curious as to why you felt the sudden urge to kiss me, something I am still agreeable to by the way?" She bobbed her eyebrows, looking alarmingly confident.

Dean on the other hand was feeling decidedly wrong-footed. "Er... well, the tea stain gave me a sudden flash of inspiration." Hazel continued to look at him expectantly. "I might be looking for a property to use for a business venture, and although I never thought in a million years I would be considering something as large as the Langley estate, it definitely has possibilities."

"Business venture?"

Dean relaxed, wheeling back into position behind his desk. "Yes Myself and a few others are considering some kind of wish fulfilment project... of an er... adult nature."

Dean's forehead creased into a frown as Hazel sat in silence for a long moment. Her normal vacant expression gone, replaced with one of intense contemplation.

"Fulfilment of adult fantasies through provision of settings, scenarios and support to the discerning customer, on a non-involvement basis, charging a flexible rate based on facilities and resources required?" She glanced over at the picture of the Langley estate, while Dean gaped at her in astonishment. "I can see how attractive a property of that nature would be for such a project; it has almost limitless possibilities." She turned back to Dean. "Especially if you have a way to get it on the cheap, say through your proposed profit and bonus deferment?" She finished speaking and smiled softly at him.

Dean blinked, opened his mouth to speak, blinked again, and finally found his voice. "Hazel, how did you... What... I-I mean how?"

"I'm not just a pretty face and a fabulous pair of tits you know."

"You're not?" Dean said in astonishment. "I mean, no of course you're not."

"I have a double masters in economics and business from Cambridge."

"Shut up!" Dean blurted out the words before he could stop himself.

Hazel chuckled. "It's the truth."

"But..." Dean motioned to her body. "And the way you act?"

"Exactly that... an act. It gets me what I want. This body won't last forever, and with my brains and some careful investments, I plan to be retired by forty and enjoying life."

"Well fuck me!" Dean said, still suffering from the initial astonishment, but now with a begrudging edge of respect. He blinked and quickly held up a hand. "I was expressing disbelief, not making a play."

Hazel smiled at him cheekily, offering a shrug as way of reply.

A thought struck Dean as his disbelief began to dwindle. "But how did you know about the circle?"

Hazel frowned. "The what?"

"'The circle; it's a working title for the business idea that you just described, although I think 'The Langley Circle' might be a better name."

"I've seen something similar in Thailand; I worked out there for a couple of years. I imagine it might be tricky dealing with regulatory issues in this country, but if you get that right, it's a solid idea, and that place" -- she pointed to the picture again --" would be the perfect setting."

Dean's rapidly building excitement was shattered when he remembered the conversation he'd had with David a few days ago. "Shit, probably a non-starter though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. We valued the site in the range of 15 to 20 mil, and while David has said he is prepared to knock it out cheap to get rid of it, he has indicated that he doesn't want to dip much below five if he can help it."

"And you have about three, right?"

Dean frowned. "How do you know that?"

"The P.A. network here is excellent. We all share information." She looked at him sternly. "I will of course deny that entirely if questioned."

Dean shrugged. "Far be it for me to interfere with the internal wranglings of the P.A. network, and yes, I have access to around three, but really didn't want to commit more than two, and even then that leaves very little for working capital."

Hazel chewed her lip and tapped four exquisitely painted nails on the arm of her chair. "Hmm, a bit of a shortfall; it's a Shame. Maybe something will change. If you don't get any interest to buy the place, then perhaps David will be forced to be more flexible on his expectation."

Dean shrugged. "Anything's possible I suppose." Truthfully, Dean didn't think that was very likely though.

"Right, I better get back to work," Hazel said rising to her feet and starting for the door. She paused halfway across the office. "That is, unless you'd like to reconsider--"

Dean chuckled and raised a hand to cut her off. "Thank you, but I will have to politely and regrettably decline."

"OK, but just so you know" -- she turned away and bent to wipe an invisible spec of dirt from her shoe, causing her short skirt to ride up revealing the barest hint of stocking tops -- "you can still look all you want."

Dean let out an audible gasp, failing entirely to look away as she remained in her deep bow, smiling around her legs at him. She casually smoothed the skirt over her rounded bottom, wriggled her hips suggestively, before straightening up and swaying out of the room.

Dean sighed and glanced down at his lap; he wouldn't be going anywhere for ten minutes or so.

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Beth nodded and waved to Gwen and Lucy as they left the cafe. She turned to Megan, who was smiling at the two women through the window. Beth slipped a hand under the table, resting it lightly on Megan's thigh.

Megan squeaked softly and glanced around before grinning at Beth. "Just you and me now huh?"

Beth nodded and darted forward, placing a quick kiss on the lips of the strawberry blonde.

Megan giggled and affected a shocked expression. "Mrs. Parker, not in public if you don't mind." She slipped one of her own hands onto Beth's tummy cupping the underside of her breast, and after another quick look around, drew closer for a much more passionate kiss.

"I thought there was something going on between you too," a tall slender woman said, the trace of an Italian accent audible in her voice.

Beth jumped back in surprise as a fierce heat rose to her face. "Sofia! I thought you'd gone."

"Evidently," the olive-skinned woman said with a smirk as she placed her designer handbag on the table. "I went to freshen up before heading off, and when I return, what do I find; you two all over each other."

Megan shifted awkwardly. "Sofia, look--"

Sofia waved a hand. "Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. If I were going to blab, I would have already shared my suspicions with the others. Regardless, it doesn't bother me; you do you honey. However, Dean is a good man Beth, try not to hurt him."

"Oh, Dean knows," Beth said, the heat burning even hotter at her cheeks.

Sofia's eyebrows rose dramatically. "Does he. How very interesting," she said and tittered softly. "I have to say, you two do look very cute together, so that's lovely too."

"Thank you," Megan said shyly, averting her eyes.

"And while we are being so honest," Sofia continued in a low voice as she gracefully lowered into a chair. "I overheard you two talking about setting up some kind of a business. Something to do with a circle, roleplay and costumes. I don't know what it is, but it sounds exciting, and I'll be honest, I am bored out of my mind at home all day, and desperate for something to get my teeth into."

Beth eyed Megan tentatively and turned back to Sofia. "We haven't really worked out all the details yet."

Sofia smiled and nodded. "Fine, but keep me in mind. I have one good thing going for me. I am free. I am minted from the divorce settlement and I want something interesting and exciting to do. I like you Beth; you too Megan, although we've only met a few times, and I get the feeling you might be getting into something interesting." She shrugged. "I want in."

Megan looked at Beth, who could do nothing but shrug and smile. "OK, we'll call you if anything actually gets off the ground."

"Fabulous darlings," Sofia said and beamed a radiant smile as she rose to her feet once more. "Now I'll stop playing gooseberry and leave you two lovebirds to it. Have a fun day." She grinned, scooped up her bag and sauntered out, tossing a casual wave over her shoulder.

As Sofia stepped out onto the street, Megan sighed. "Gosh, she is so sophisticated and elegant."

"Cultured too, and what a great figure," Beth added.

"Yep, body of a dancer, fairly flat but toned in all the right places."

Beth turned to Megan and grinned. "Oi keep your eyes on me."

"I can look," Megan said with a smirk. "Besides, I'm not sure she'd swing our way; I get the feeling she's got hordes of dashing men falling at her feet."

Beth frowned. "I'm not so sure. It's been years since her divorce, and she hasn't shown any interest in men, or women for that matter. I have a feeling she has had some trauma involving relationships, if her messy divorce was anything to go by."

Megan frowned. "Abuse?"

"I don't know the details, but I wouldn't be surprised; her ex-husband was a nasty piece of work."

"How dreadful. She does seem to ooze sex appeal though. She doesn't strike me as your typical abuse survivor."

"I'm not sure. She's a fiercely proud woman, that's the Italian in her, and I think the way she presents herself might be as much a defence as anything else."

"There's obviously a story there."

"For sure. It's surprising that she seems interested in the circle. I'm not so sure she would be if she truly understood what it was about."

"What are her strengths, in terms of the business do you think?"

"To be honest, I have no idea." Beth was shocked at her own ignorance. "Does that make me a crap friend?"

Megan clung to her arm. "No, she's probably just a very private person."

"You could be right. Anyway, are you ready to make a move? Our appointment with the esteemed Balls is in 30 minutes."

"Yep, let's go dazzle the balls with your website proposal," Megan said and then hesitated. "What do you actually want me to do at this meeting?"

"Just back me up and look sexy," Beth said with a giggle.

"Now that, I can do."

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Dean listened as yet another potential buyer explained why the Langley Estate wasn't right for their company. To be fair, this time the client was actually right, but Dean was getting desperate. It didn't help that the client was planning to relocate to the Bahamas next year, and really couldn't see the point in owning a huge pile in the Home Counties.

"I understand Steve. You sure you won't take a quick look anyway?" It was worth one last shot.

Dean glanced up at the sound of a squeal coming from the outer office. He frowned at the sight of Hazel sprawled over the photocopier, peering down to the floor. Dean stared at her arse, which was wiggling as she tried to see behind the machine. The skirt slowly rode up and Dean drew in a sharp breath as a flash of stocking top came into view.

"Er sorry Steve; no, just disappointed. I'm Sure you understand."

Hazel hoisted herself off the photocopier, and to Dean's bewilderment, got down on all fours and proceeded to try to squeeze beneath the table that held the machine. He sucked air between his teeth as the scuffed soles of her high-heeled shoes, and the rising skirt once more filled his vision. She wriggled forward and once again, the stocking top came into view, this time accompanied by the clasp of a suspender belt. Jesus, it had been a good few years since Dean had seen one of those; All the women seemed to favour hold-ups these days, not that Dean had a problem with those, but he had to admit the sight of suspender elastic stirred something primal in his groin.

Another squeal brought him back to his senses; it appeared Hazel might actually be stuck now.

"OK Steve, well thanks for taking the call anyway, and good luck with the relocation. Perhaps you can invite me out for a beer when you get settled," Dean said with a chuckle, trying to wrap the call up quickly as he kept an eye on the struggling Hazel. "Take care mate." Dean dropped the phone down and headed for the door to the outer office.

"Hazel, are you alright?"

"I'm stuck Mr. Parker; my bracelet is hooked on the table leg thingy."

"OK, let me take a look," Dean said, crouching down next to her and peering into the darkness. "What were you trying to do?"

"I dropped an earring down the back."

"Oh I see," Dean said. He pulled out his phone and enabled the torch, shining it under the table, getting a shriek from Hazel as his beam caught her full in the face. "Shit, Sorry."

Hazel giggled. "I'm seeing spots now."

"I can see the earing." Dean reached in and grabbed it; it was a tight squeeze, and he had no other option than to brush past her side as he retrieved it. He shone the light on the table leg, and saw the problem. He cast the light back along Hazel's body. She was squashed good and tight beneath the table, her large breasts mushed flat to her chest and her head sideways. An unexpected buzz of arousal surged through him; there was something about the situation that turned him on, perhaps because she was trapped and helpless.

"Can you unhook it?" Hazel asked, panic in her voice.

"I can't reach that far from this side; can you unhook it with your other hand?"

"No, my other hand is over here."

Dean jumped in surprise as he felt a squeeze on his thigh, looking down to see her hand wave at him.

"Get behind me and reach over the top?" Hazel suggested.

Dean sat back on his haunches and assessed the situation. Hazel's arse was jutting up in the air, her chest pressed to the floor, her knees squirming on the carpet. This close to her, he could smell her perfume and hear the swishing of her stockings as she wriggled.

"Umm, that would put me in a rather er... intimate position."

"I don't care," Hazel said testily. "I'm starting to feel claustrophobic, please get me out."

"OK, hang on." Dean stood and moved behind her, crouching down as he edged her legs apart. "Widen up a bit so I can get in close."

Hazel obligingly did as requested, causing her skirt to ride even higher and reveal creamy white skin above the stocking tops. Dean tried to put the sight out of his mind and focus. He knelt and leaned over her body, trying desperately not to touch her as he reached under the table. It wasn't enough; he was nowhere near.

"You'll have to get lower and closer," Hazel said.

Dean sighed and closed his eyes briefly as he shuffled further forward, his groin pressing against her rounded arse.

"Sorry," he mumbled as his hardening erection pressed against her.