Langley Circle Formation

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 sticking around for this instalment. In this episode there is depiction of losing one's virginity, and some drunken karaoke... the two are not directly related.

Previously on Langley Circle... Sally's suggestion for solving Antoinette's lack of sexual experience had developed from a tongue-in-cheek comment to a real possibility, but with Nicky finally deciding that she would propose it to Josh, will her nerve hold. Meanwhile, Hazel, Dean's former personal assistant had always been open about wanting to bed him, and in light of her proposal for facilitating the Langley Circle project, it was high time that she got to meet Beth to discuss both topics.

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Season Two, Episode Twenty-One

Beth sat in the cosy booth, gazing out across the busy bar. There was quite a crowd in for a Wednesday. Not that she was a regular here, but midweek traffic at most city bars tended to range between quiet and morgue. There was no shortage of life here tonight though.

"Here we go," Dean said, taking a seat opposite and sliding the double vodka and Red Bull across the table towards her. He cocked an eyebrow. "Nervous?"

Beth took a long drink, wincing at the sweetness; the first of the night always set her teeth tingling. "What makes you think that?"

"You were twisting your wedding ring. You generally do that when you're nervous."

She hadn't realised she did that. A warm sensation filled her chest; how lovely that he knew her so well. Then again, the warm feeling could also be the vodka.

She smiled. "A little, yes. I'm not really sure why."

Dean averted his eyes, taking a long pull from his beer. Beth snorted softly; he didn't need to point out that the reason for her nerves might be the apparent business acumen, beauty and sex appeal of the woman they were here to meet. She probably wouldn't have taken too kindly to him suggesting that, mainly because it was true. She wasn't sure why it was affecting her, but the prospect of meeting Hazel filled her with self-doubt and triggered a bunch of insecurities. It was probably the fact that Hazel had been completely honest about finding Dean attractive, and wanting to go to bed with him; yeah, that would probably be it.

She frowned. "Is this how you felt when you first learnt about Megan?"

Dean's attention snapped back to her; he spent a long moment considering the question before answering. "I guess so yeah." There was a look of surprised realisation on his face. "I can see how you might be nervous then, but whatever happens, we'll get through it. Hopefully she'll be a good fit for the business, and as for anything else... we'll take it one step at a time." He reached across the table to take her hand, running his fingers over the gold band on her ring finger. "You've got this, I totally trust your judgement, and we'll make the decisions... all the decisions, together."

Beth smiled, the nerves fading away. He was right. This was their idea, their business, their marriage, and she shouldn't be worried.

"In other news," he said with a smirk, "you're looking particularly fine this evening. I've always found that trouser suit very sexy, and don't think I didn't notice the boots."

She grinned broadly. Her "hubby come fuck me boots" never failed to get his attention. She had initially thought the suit perhaps a bit much, but didn't want to risk looking under dressed, despite the plan for the evening being social, or at least mostly social. The confidence flowed back into her as he glanced under the table. She pivoted her feet on the kitten heels, showing off the footwear. Perhaps she'd wear them to bed tonight, maybe with the black lace underwear and stockings, or simply nothing at all. Heat rose to her face as she was assaulted by a mental image of her lying on her back, legs up by her ears, the heels of her boots digging into his chest as he pounded into her.

"She's here." Dean's voice popped the image.

Beth searched the room, initially not seeing Hazel, but on the second pass, she spotted her, and instantly her confidence took a knock. Hazel wasn't wearing business attire. The voluptuous blonde was wearing skinny jeans, a tight top and a cardigan hanging loose and baggy around her waist. She looked fresh, casual and like every guys dream of the nymphomaniac girl from next door. The kind of girl who came round to borrow a bowl of sugar, and ended up on all fours squealing into a pillow half an hour later.

Beth took a deep breath; she had nothing to worry about, Stick to the plan. She was Confident, professional, and she and Dean were holding all the cards. Be friendly, but stay cool.

Hazel finally spotted them; she flashed a smile and indicated she was going to grab a drink. As she disappeared back into the crowd, Beth turned to Dean.

"Did you say casual?"

Dean frowned. "I didn't say anything; I simply agreed to meet you here. You arranged it with Hazel, remember?"

She bit her lip. That was true. She couldn't remember now if she had said anything about dress, but then again why would she; it was only a chat and a drink.

"She's looking gorgeous of course." Beth rolled her eyes as she spoke.

Dean shrugged and offered an awkward smile.

"Hi you two." Hazel smiled broadly as she placed her drink down. Beth stood to receive the hug and cheek kisses. "So good to finally meet you Beth. I do so love your suit, and oh my god, those boots are darling. Are they D&G?"

Beth couldn't hold back the smile. "Yes they are. I've had them for ages, but can't bear to part with them; Besides, Dean likes them," she said with a nod in his direction.

Hazel nodded. "Say no more. Sorry for the dress down, it's been a challenging wardrobe day at the office." She bobbed her eyebrows at Beth before turning away. "Hi Dean, how are you, how's Sven working out?"

Beth retook her seat as Hazel embraced Dean, squeezing him tightly and pecking him on the cheek. Beth had been mentally preparing herself to bristle at first contact, but found she wasn't irked by it at all. The hug also made Dean blush and babble, which made Beth giggle. He tried to hide his awkwardness by hurriedly sitting down and picking up his drink.

"Er... yeah, Sven is... well, Sven is a marvel of efficiency if I'm honest. I still think he might be an android, but I can't fault his work ethic."

"I might not have been as efficient, but I like to think I have other assets," Hazel said with a smirk as she shrugged off her cardigan and took a seat.

Beth tried hard not to notice the woman's generous "assets", but they were simply so goddamn perfect, and so... there! Her top was a little strappy thing, and obviously not doing any of the work to keep things in check. There had to be a bra of masterwork construction hiding beneath, but Beth struggled to spot any hint of it. She realised that she was probably staring, and flicked her eyes quickly up.

"Thanks for agreeing to meet," Hazel said. "I've been so looking forward to discussing your business idea." She looked coyly at Beth. "And maybe having a chance to bargain for some time in bed with your husband."

Dean choked, spraying a mouthful of beer over the table. Beth burst out laughing as he got up and went in search of a refill, and something to mop up. Hazel had winked at Beth a moment before making her pronouncement, and was now laughing heartily, her chest jiggling in a way that Beth found utterly mesmerising. So much for being confident and in control. Hazel had turned up and instantly dominated the proceedings, and to her surprise, Beth didn't mind. She also didn't mind the way Hazel shuffled closer and laid a hand on her thigh, leaning in to whisper.

"You're way sexier than your photos. Maybe we could send Dean out for Pizza, and you and I could have some fun on our own."

Beth blushed and giggled, unsure how serious the suggestion was, but regardless, she could already tell that the evening was going to be very interesting.

"Sorry, that won't work," she said, shaking her head and forcing a deadpan expression.

Hazel pulled back, her expression now guarded.

"I don't like pizza after sex."

Hazel burst out laughing. "I like you Beth, we're gonna get along just fine." She retrieved her glass and held it aloft for a toast.

Dean returned from the bar with a stack of paper towels and another drink, just in time to clink glasses with the ladies before sitting down looking somewhat flustered. He cleaned the table then took another large gulp of his drink.

Hazel winked at Beth again and leaned over the table. "Beth and I have decided to Lez it up and send you out to get takeout is that ok?"

Beer sprayed onto the table again, and without saying a word, Dean rose and headed back to the bar, presumably for more towels.

Hazel leaned against Beth as they descended into fits of giggles. A warm glow lit up Beth's cheeks as the blonde's curvy body pressed against hers. This was definitely going to be an interesting evening.

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The bullet came out of nowhere, hitting Josh clean in the head. He sighed deeply as he waited for the re-spawn.

"Ha! Headshot! You suck," Antoinette barked triumphantly.

"You told me you were good at this," Nicky teased.

"I am bloody good," Josh said, struggling to keep his tone light. "She got lucky."

"Again?" Nicky said softly, holding back a giggle. "That's three times now isn't it?"

Josh tensed as his avatar took three quick body shots from Antoinette, which ended his game. He slumped back on the bed and pouted. Truth was, things couldn't have been going much better; it was all part of the plan.

Tonight, Antoinette would lose her virginity. The strange thing was that the three of them knew it, and yet everyone appeared relatively chill. He put this down to the fact that he and Nicky had discussed in quite some detail beforehand, ways in which to make Antoinette feel as comfortable as possible.

Antoinette had been somewhat confused when he'd told her to come prepared for a gaming sleepover. When she'd arrived, she'd looked terrified, and was still tighter than a drum after another ten minutes. That's when Josh had called a timeout, to explain how things were going to go.

"OK Toni, Tonight you're going to lose your virginity."

Antoinette flushed redder than beetroot and tried to hide inside her jacket. Nicky slid closer and put an arm around her.

"Relax, it's gonna be fine."

"It will," Josh continued. "And to be clear, let me explain how things are going to go. First, we're going to get into our PJs, order a pizza and play some Xbox, just a fun gaming night, no pressure, no time scales.

"Don't worry about anything; you leave everything to me and Nix. We'll try to gage the timing of things. There is no plan for how the actual sex will go; you don't need to think about that. We want you to relax. I'll make sure you are ok as we go, and if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop at any point, then say so. Nicky will be with us the whole time, and feel free to ask any questions, no matter how silly or insignificant they might seem. How does all that sound?"

During his speech, Antoinette had slowly emerged from her coat and was now staring open-mouthed back and forth between him and Nicky. Finally, she swallowed and cleared her throat. "Actually... that sounds really good." She smiled and Josh immediately saw her begin to relax.

And that was how the evening had gone. Josh had stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers, while Nicky slipped into a knee length sleep shirt that he found as sexy as fuck, even though most people would have called it a passion killer. Antoinette had excused herself to the bathroom and returned ten minutes later wearing black silky tight shorts that stretched to the knee, and a matching sleeveless top that ended half an inch above her waistband, displaying a tantalizing strip of flesh. The neckline was quite high, showing none of the generous cleavage being hinted at by the tight-fitting top. Josh tried hard not to stare, and mostly succeeded. He had to admit, as nightwear went, it was hot, and very much in the "bad ass gamer girl" wheelhouse that Antoinette tended to occupy.

They'd ordered pizza and made some fizzy mocktails. Nicky had insisted that there should be no alcohol, despite Josh's suggestion that it might loosen Antoinette up. She didn't want there to be even the slightest hint of blurring around the issue of consent. Josh had conceded the point, agreeing wholeheartedly.

After an hour or so, Antoinette had begun to loosen up, helped in no small part by the fact that she was having a run of good luck, winning most of the games the three of them had played. All part of the plan, Josh kept reminding himself. He was sure, if he had upped his game, he could have beaten her, but he wanted her confidence riding high for the main event.

"Perhaps you do better against computers than you do against super-hot bad-ass gamer girls?" Nicky suggested with a smirk.

Antoinette snorted. "Not even. Let's run the gauntlet, see who does the best."

The "Gauntlet" was a mode where a single player made a run through a maze of alleyways, taking down as many enemies as possible whilst avoiding their counter-attacks. None of the hits would kill your character, but at the end, you received a hit ratio that for their purposes would provide a clear indication as to who was the more skilled. Josh knew Antoinette was super fucking amazing at Gauntlet, but with a quick glance at Nicky, he readily agreed. "OK, you're on. Loser gets naked."

Nicky playfully slapped him on the arm, letting out a girlish giggle. Antoinette's face told a different story though, one of the rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Had he been too overt about moving things closer to their intended goal? She looked as if she was about to bolt.

"That is of course, unless you don't think you could win?" Josh knew how competitive Antoinette could be, and thankfully, his gamble paid off.

Antoinette narrowed her eyes. "Bring it on!"

Josh moved aside and Nicky shuffled closer, slipping an arm around his waist and cuddling into him.

"Nice move," she whispered in his ear. She pressed her lips to his cheek as one hand stroked lightly over his stomach, sending an electrifying thrill downwards.

"Let's hope she doesn't lose," Josh whispered before drawing her into a soft kiss. The warm breath dancing from her mouth over his lips sent his desire soaring, but he hesitated when he noticed Antoinette eyeing them curiously as she loaded up the game.

Antoinette's run turned out to be surprisingly mediocre, and he couldn't decide if she was trying to throw the game, or merely having a really sucky run. The first half was atrocious; she almost walked face first onto an enemy's knife, then took a wrong turn and was ambushed. She picked it up a bit in the second half, but as she finally reached the safe zone, she closed her eyes and growled in frustration.

"That sucked major balls." She held the controller to Josh without turning her burning red face in his direction.

"Now see how the master does it," Josh said as he took it and readied himself.

It had to be said that he got lucky with the timings and his choice of route. Despite making a few deliberate mistakes, he still finished with a score that was close to his best. He punched the air in celebration.

"Wow, nice run," Nicky said reaching for the controller.

Antoinette remained silent, chewing her lip and scowling nervously when Josh playfully nudged her with his shoulder.

"You got a lucky run," she said flatly.

Josh locked eyes with her and caught glimpses of fear, excitement, confusion, anxiety and desire. Her head was a total mess; this was proving to be trickier than he'd expected. If things didn't improve soon, he'd have to consider pulling the plug. If the idea of flashing some skin was so terrifying for Antoinette, then the prospect of what would come after must be enough to completely churn her up inside. That was not what he had envisaged when planning this with Nicky.

Antoinette broke eye contact, turning back to look at the screen. Josh let his gaze linger on her a moment longer before switching his focus to the game.

Nicky twitched and fidgeted as she battled her way through the gauntlet, a series of celebratory and frustrated noises accompanying her progress. She was almost through now and her score was getting ever closer to Antoinette's. Josh glanced over to the redhead, noticing a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She clenched her fists as she knelt on the bed, eyes glued to the screen.

"Oh you bloody arsehole." Nicky shook the controller in anger as her character was ambushed mere metres from the safe zone. She finally made it in and scoffed in derision at her score. "Well that was a hot pile of garbage."

Josh clocked the relief on Antoinette's face. It was definitely better for everyone that she didn't have to strip first. "OK babe, you know the rules. Loser gets naked."

Nicky scowled cutely in his direction, before shrugging and rising to her feet. She turned to face Josh and Antoinette, who was eyeing Nicky with nervous interest.

"Fair's fair I suppose. Here you go then," Nicky said with a chuckle, tugging her sleep shirt over her head. Colour rose to her face as she stood before them naked, her firm breasts sitting high on her chest, nipples hard.

Josh knew this little exhibition was getting Nicky excited, despite her apparent embarrassment. His boxer's began to tent under the strain of his growing erection. Nicky placed one hand on her hip and trailed the fingers of her other down between her breasts, coming to rest an inch above her neat tuft of pubic hair. He glanced left; Antoinette was staring in open-mouthed silence, wide eyes twitching as she inspected every inch of his girlfriends naked body. Nicky lifted her chin and basked in the attention.

"Gorgeous," Josh said, never short of a compliment for his girlfriend; it was well received and returned with a broad smile and a blown kiss, her fingers sliding tantalisingly down between her legs.

"God Nicky, you're so beautiful. Your body... sorry, I shouldn't stare." Antoinette averted her eyes, clutching a hand to her reddening neck.

Nicky reached over and lightly grasped Antoinette's chin, tugging it back to face her. "You can look all you want."

"Uh, I dunno... umm... I mean, I don't know how to feel. I don't really think I'm into girls... I dunno."

"It's ok. No pressure. Look or don't look, it's all good by me. Go with the flow. You won't get any judgement from me, but know that if you want to look, you can look."

Antoinette smiled softly and, after another brief hesitation, allowed her eyes to explore Nicky's body. Her tongue parted her lips, licking at them distractedly as she eyed Nicky's fingers stroking through the wispy curls of hair that framed her sex.

"Your body is incredible," Antoinette whispered.

"Thank you, but I'm really nothing special."

"You are to me," Josh said firmly, reaching over to cup his girlfriend's cheek. Nicky leaned in and kissed the tip of his fingers. He trailed his hand down her neck, then lower onto the swell of one magnificent breast. As the tips of his fingers touched her nipple, both women gasped.

"Right, that's enough of that," Nicky said with a chuckle. "Time for the deciding round between you too."

"OK, you first Toni," Josh said passing over the controller. He noticed her hand trembling, and before relinquishing it, he closed his fingers around hers and squeezed softly. Her eyes moved up to his, and he smiled reassuringly. She blinked and returned the gesture shyly.