Langley Circle Formation Ch 17

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 the next instalment. This episode is a little darker in places than previous ones, containing a scene of harassment bordering on assault, as well as other scenes of lighter, more consensual moments. All exist to further character and plot development.

Previously on Langley Circle... Many good ideas and suggestions were discussed by the members of the Langley Circle project during dinner at the Parkers', and afterwards some interesting groups formed for more exciting fun, most notably Sally and Mr. Parker, who was enthralled by Sally's gymnastic demonstration.

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Season Two, Episode Seventeen

Bella scrunched up her nose and squinted in concentration as she manipulated the photo on her phone. She dragged the crop tool carefully over one section and tapped the screen, consigning the unwanted pixels to the trashcan. Pinch-zooming back out, she admired the results of her handiwork. She leant back on the bench, stretching out to let the morning sun warm her legs, and smiled at the image of her face filling the screen. In the picture, her blonde hair was mussed and tangled, her eyes watery, and her skin glistened with moisture that she knew to have come from Trudy's very aroused pussy. Whilst these aspects of the photo were pleasing enough, it was the three stringy trails of cum stretching from her hair to her chin that set a tingling between her legs. Last night had been a good night for sure; this photo was definitely a keeper.

Her finger hesitated over the lock button as she glanced up at the imposing facade of the school building which loomed large on the far side of the playing fields. She loved moments like this; the school was quiet, populated only by eager teaches and the cafeteria staff. She didn't often get to enjoy the tranquil solitude of this time before school, partly because most mornings she met Sally and Nicky on the way in, but mainly due to her love of lounging in bed for as long as possible. Today had been different; she had woken in a great mood, full of the joys of spring, and with a dull ache between her legs from a weekend of memorable sex. She had grabbed a banana and left the house a full hour earlier than usual, much to her mother's surprise, and strolled through the early morning streets to partake in a spot of peaceful contemplation and photo-editing on her favourite bench.

Grinning, she twitched her finger to the share button; an early morning cumshot photo would be just the thing to let her girlfriends know what sort of mood she was in today. With a "swooshing" confirmation, the deed was done and she slipped the phone back into her blazer pocket.

"Morning Bel."

Bella glanced up, surprised to meet anyone this early before school. Ted hovered over her, partially blocking the sun, a big grin on his face. She returned his smile with one of considerably less enthusiasm.

"Hi Ted, what you doing here so early?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Ted lowered onto the bench, sitting a fraction too close for her comfort.

"Catching some rays before registration," she said, turning up the friendliness on her smile a touch; perhaps a bit of company might not be so bad.

"Did you see Love Beach last night?"

"Nah, I was er... busy." She resisted the temptation to grin as the memory of exactly how busy she had been flashed into her mind.

"Oh? You normally watch it."

Bella merely responded with a shrug.

Ted blinked away his confusion. "That Stephanie is a real cracker; I reckon she could win it. I'd certainly hook up with her if I was on the beach."

Bella snorted softly, but had to admit she'd quite happily hook up with the petite blonde from the programme, given half a chance.

"She reminds me of you."

Bella frowned. That was an odd thing to say. She stared into the distance, reluctantly banishing thoughts of frolicking in the crashing waves with a naked Stephanie. A sensation on her leg broke her out of her reverie; Ted had moved a hand to her thigh, a fraction below the hemline of her skirt. She stared at the hand in confusion for a long moment, then looked up. Ted was staring out across the playing fields nonchalantly.

"What?" Bella said, still trying to process his words, and the presence of his hand on her thigh.

"Yeah she's so fit, and has an amazing personality, like you." As he finished speaking, he turned to face her, peering into her eyes.

He was close, far closer than she was comfortable with. The two of them had grown up together, and had always messed about, played as kids, even flirted at times, but Bella wasn't interested in Ted for anything other than friendship. He knew that... didn't he?

"Ted--"

Before she could say anything else, he lunged forward and pressed his lips to hers, his hand sliding under the hem of her skirt. Bella froze in shock, as everything she thought she knew about him was suddenly thrown into question. His lips were firm and unrelenting, the taste of his breath tinged with coffee, and his hand was still moving up her thigh.

Bella squeaked and pulled back, straightening up and ejecting his hand from beneath her skirt. She barked out a nervous laugh. "Now Ted, don't be a dick. I might resemble Stephanie somewhat, but you're confused. I am not her, and this is not a crappy reality TV show."

Ted hesitated, his face still close, eyes searching hers.

"We're friends, and that's why I haven't already ripped your scrotum off, but be a good chap and back the fuck up before things change."

He blinked slowly, a look of utter disappointment creeping across his features. "You know we'd be good together, right?"

Bella smoothed her skirt and shifted a few inches further along the bench, angling her body away from him.

Ted sighed. "Look, sorry about that, I got carried away. Let me do it right."

She frowned. "What the hell; do what?"

"Ask you out. You know... so we can date properly."

Bella stared in disbelief for a full five seconds before erupting into laughter. Was he serious? It was a rather cruel and harsh laugh; she couldn't help it. The idea was so ridiculous; surely this was a joke. She choked back the laugh as the grin she was expecting to see form on his face failed to materialise. Fuck, he was serious. Another barking laugh escaped her lips.

Ted's face fell, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow furrowed deeply. The expression of disappointment turned into one of realisation, then hurt, and finally anger.

Bella stopped laughing and studied him closely. "You seriously thought I'd be interested in you like that?" She hadn't meant the words to sound so harsh, but they did come out that way.

Ted recoiled, his eyes widening in shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind, rising to his feet and stomping away instead.

A knot formed in Bella's stomach. "Ted, I didn't mean it like that. Shit, Wait." She jumped up to jog after him.

Ted didn't slow or even look back, hands balled into fists as he strode hurriedly across the field. When they reached the school building, slipping between the science and maths blocks, Bella caught up and grabbed his arm.

"Wait, look I didn't mean to laugh, it's just I don't think of you that way."

Ted stopped abruptly, spinning to face her. "Why not?"

"What do you mean why not?" Bella floundered and backed up as he advanced on her, anger burning in his eyes. Maybe following him hadn't been such a good idea after all.

"Why is it so unbelievable that I might think of you like that, and that we could be a couple?" His posture was becoming aggressive. Bella backed up further, stumbling as she found herself up against the wall of the science block. She glanced around, her senses heightening, looking for exits, watching for opportunities as he closed to within inches of her. She stared up at him, her eyes narrowed as she instinctively tensed, preparing to defend herself if necessary.

Ted's expression softened as his shoulders sagged. "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing." Bella reached out to comfort him, searching for any opportunity to de-escalate. She rested a hand on his arm. "You're a great guy. Funny as fuck, and not bad looking either." She hoped this flattery might in some way atone for her earlier cruel laughter.

"You think?" A glimmer of light returned to his eyes, but far from making her feel better, this new hope worried her more than his anger. He inched even closer, his body pressing lightly against hers. Bella froze as His head dropped to her shoulder.

"Shit, I'm sorry Bel, I didn't mean--"

Bella relaxed and reached around to pat him on the back. "It's OK Ted, don't be daft."

Ted sniffled into her neck. "You really think I'm OK looking?"

"Sure," Bella replied quickly. "You're gonna have girls all over you at uni, trust me."

There was silence for a long moment, then she tensed as his sniffling turned into something else. Was he kissing her shoulder? Hands slipped around onto her backside.

"Ted!" Bella said, a warning tone in her voice.

"You think I'm sexy."

"I didn't say that," she tried to ease him back, but he gripped her tighter, and Oh god... he was hard. She could feel his erection prodding her. His Fingers grasped her bum and squeezed as his lips moved to her neck.

"Ted, no!" Bella said, trying harder to push him backwards. She really didn't want to hurt him, but if he didn't back off soon, she'd be left with no choice.

"You don't mean that. I know you, you like a bit of spirit. No doesn't always mean no." His fingers were tugging up the back of her skirt. One hand left her backside and moved round, roughly grabbing at her breast.

She whined in frustration, trying to break free, still holding back her anger. It was building quickly though, and as he continued to grope her, she finally gave into it. She heaved him away with all her strength. Ted went stumbling backwards, tripping over a loose paving stone and falling to the ground in a heap. She advanced on him, ready to deliver the kick to the nuts that she instinctively wanted to. She hesitated at seeing the pathetic scared expression on his face.

"No always means no!" She spat the words. "We're done here!"

"Bel--"

"No fuck that, you and me, we're done! You hear me. If you ever come near me--"

"You'll what?" Ted barked, springing quickly back to his feet with surprising ease. "What you gonna do." He began to advance on her again; this time Bella didn't hesitate. She swiped her hand across his face. She didn't go for the slap though; She clawed her fingers and led with her nails, feeling his skin tear.

Ted cried out, grasping his face in pain. "You bitch!" He pulled his hand away and stared in shock at the smear of blood that had stained his fingers. "I can't believe you did that."

"Like I said. We're fucking done!" Bella hissed the words through gritted teeth, fighting back a torrent of emotions as she hurried away. She was suddenly keen to be around other people, anywhere but here.

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"I'm glad to hear that Walter; I think you'll be a great asset to the team." Dean sat behind his desk, doodling on a notepad as he cradled the phone in the crook of his neck. He'd written the words "receptive", "unfazed" and "Enthusiastic" during their conversation.

"Like I said, whatever happens, I'll see you right. I won't leave you high and dry; I owe you that at least for changing your plans at such short notice."

He listened as Walter continued, adding the word "curious" to his notes. "OK, so we'll see you on Saturday morning. Are you available all weekend if needed?" Dean smiled at how well the conversation had gone. "Great, See you then. Cheers Walter." He hung up the phone and glanced over his notes. He should probably check with David that the deal was still on the table. On second thoughts, it Might be better if he asked Hazel to find out.

Dean reached out to jab at the intercom button. "Hazel, do you have a second?"

"It's Sven sir, and I can be right there if you need something."

Dean blinked. Who the feck was Sven? "Er... Well... yes er... Sven, if you wouldn't mind stepping into my office."

"Certainly sir," came the prompt reply.

Dean was still scratching his head in confusion a moment later when a tall blonde man with flawless complexion and eyes of the most incredible piercing blue, walked in to stand before his desk.

"Sir?"

Dean studied the man, who it had to be said, was quite stunningly handsome, the dictionary definition of a tall, blue-eyed blonde, well built, smartly dressed man with exquisite posture and a pleasant countenance.

"Sven?" It was a dumb way to begin, but Dean felt it important to establish the basic facts first.

Sven smiled. "Yes sir."

"Good." Dean was happy he'd got that right at least. "Well done," he added for good measure while his brain caught up. Was that an accent? Scandinavian perhaps?

Sven didn't react beyond nodding graciously.

OK, it was time to get down to the root of the issue. "And you work for me?"

"Yes sir."

Dean waited, but when no other explanation seemed forthcoming, he pushed on. "When I arrived this morning, you were Hazel. That is to say, Hazel, who is, or quite possibly was, my assistant, was at her, or quite possibly your, desk, and she said nothing to me of a change."

"Yes sir, I see sir,"

Definitely Scandinavian; Swedish? He sighed. "Could you explain how the change came about?"

"Certainly sir. At 10.07 this morning HR informed me I would be switching to be your personal assistant with immediate effect. I cleared my desk at my previous position and made my way here, arriving at 10.32. I met with Hazel, who was kind enough to perform a hand-over of duties and explain your preferences, while you were conducting your recent phone call. We completed the process at 11.15, a few minutes before your call was concluded, which made me instantly available to commence my duties." Sven spoke with an efficient use of language and excellent diction, and in a way that displayed almost entirely no personality at all. He was so close to being the perfect man, excelling in so many other ways it seemed; he had the looks, the manners and the countenance, but it seemed he was possibly as dull as dishwater. Dean took comfort in this failing, instantly feeling better about himself for some reason.

"Umm... thank you Sven, that was very clear and concise. Do you happen to know where Hazel might be now?"

"I assume she is either at her new position, or on her way there, working her way through the secretaries, collecting and distributing gossip, as I believe she has a want to do. Of course, I do not have personal knowledge of this, but I took the liberty of assuming you might appreciate a candid answer in this instance. Sir."

"Very astute of you. Her new position?"

"Yes sir, she is to be the assistant personal assistant to David Walters."

Dean's eyebrows shot up. Now this was interesting. "Replacing Betty?"

"I believe that she is performing the role of assistant to the personal assistant, Betty in this case. I understand that Hazel will be working alongside, or possibly under Betty, taking on some duties that she is more suited too, or at least that is how Hazel explained it to me."

A mental image of Hazel under Betty took some considerable effort to banish as Dean struggled to maintain focus. "Right. I see, well you have been very helpful."

"My pleasure sir. Will there be anything else?"

"I'll give you time to settle in and get up to speed with my diary and workload, so for now--"

"I have already committed your diary for this week to memory, and have categorized the workload in order of priority; I'm twenty-three percent of the way through completing the tasks. I will be preparing your mid-morning half-fat latte shortly, and have already assembled the notes for your first meeting, with the marketing department, due to commence in" -- he glanced at his watch -- "forty-six minutes."

Dean blinked in shock. "Well then... Carry on," he said pathetically. "Good job," he added for lack of something better to say.

Sven nodded and retreated briskly from the room.

Dean sat for a full minute, ruminating on the information he'd received. After some mental gymnastics, he concluded that he had a new personal assistant who might possibly be a cyborg, and that Hazel no longer worked for him. His eyes bulged as his mind did a triple twisting backflip at the possible ramifications of this; he needed to call his wife! He reached out, then jerked in surprise as his desk phone rang.

"Yes Sven?"

"I have your wife on line one sir."

What the fuck? On top of all his shining qualities, Was Sven actually able to read his mind too? "Um... thank you. Put her through."

There was a soft click. "Dean?"

At last, something familiar he could cling to. "Beth, I was about to call you. I have a new personal assistant."

"Yes I know," she replied, a smile evident in her voice.

What the actual fuck was going on. "How do you know that?"

"I just got off the phone with Hazel."

"You spoke with Hazel?" Dean's voice was rising in pitch with every new unbelievable revelation.

"Yeah, she phoned to tell me about Sven. Oh, and we're going out for drinks with her on Wednesday."

"We are? Seriously... You mean..." Dean didn't know how to finish that sentence without sounding like he was fishing for Beth's opinion about how much Hazel wanted to jump him, and whether she might actually be ok with that.

Beth chuckled. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I simply want to meet her and see if she's right for The Langley Circle. Heh, that's the first time I've called it that."

"Sounds kind of neat, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it's got a nice ring to it. Anyway, let's see how things go, no promises."

"Sure. I wasn't angling Beth, honestly. Life is complicated enough right now; Today in particular is proving to be quite mentally challenging so far. Sometimes it's a struggle to keep on top of things."

There was a somewhat pregnant pause from Beth. "You're happy though right?" A heavy note of concern tinged her voice.

"Totally. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't be happier. It's all just... well... a lot."

"I know what you mean, but as long as you're happy... with Megan in particular. I guess that's what worries me most. You are, aren't you?"

Dean's chest tightened to hear the vulnerability in his wife's voice. She really had developed a close bond with Megan already. "Yes honey, I am completely happy with Megan. I Feel like I am becoming more comfortable with the relationship we are developing with her on a daily basis; especially when compared to the complicated feelings I have about the likes of Bella, Trudy and Sally, not to mention everything that is going on with Nicky and Josh. I know how much Megan already means to you, and I want you to know she means a lot to me too. I really enjoy her company, both in and out of the bedroom."

Dean winced and held the phone away from his ear as Beth squealed joyfully.

"Oh baby, it's so good to hear that. You are just the best hubby ever. You know that right?"

"Yeah, I do," Dean said with a smirk, aware of the brownie points he was racking up. "Is she still there?"

"No, she had to leave this morning, she had a last minute meeting with a solicitor about something, but I wanted to ask if it would be ok for her to come back tomorrow? She wants to um... play." She broke off in a giggle.

Dean grinned and rolled his eyes; his wife was so smitten. "That's fine. Will she still be there when I get home?"