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 the next instalment. This episode contains scenes of adult nursing, sex with multiple partners and lesbian sex.
Previously on Langley Circle... Josh and Nicky led Antoinette through losing her virginity, all three of them enjoying the process greatly. Meanwhile Beth and Dean met with Hazel to discuss the Langley Circle and the possibility of some three-way fun.
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Season Two, Episode Twenty-Two
Beth clung to Hazel as they weaved down the dimly lit corridor, the pair of them giggling like naughty schoolgirls. She was pleasantly drunk, having edged back from the brink of total intoxication during the short walk, and was now hovering at a comfortable level. Hazel appeared to be in a similar state of drunkenness, but seemed able to switch between staggering pisshead and sharp conversationalist in the blink of an eye, as she had demonstrated by engaging Carl the night security guard in a relaxed and familiar conversation. Beth had been wholly focussed on staying upright and not letting her boobs spill out of her blouse, which was still suffering a minor wardrobe malfunction.
"Can anyone tell me why I am in the office at this ridiculous hour of the night?" Dean called to them as he trailed down the corridor, softly reprising his Robert Palmer performance and bouncing off the occasional doorframe.
Beth glanced back over her shoulder and grinned; her husband was looking dashingly handsome, his hair all mussed up, collar open and tie drawn down, eyes hazy and dilated, a bemused smirk plastered across his face.
"We are here sir," Hazel said in a singsong voice directed to the ceiling, "because your wife is horny and didn't want to wait till you got me back to your house. I also think she has a fantasy she wants to indulge."
"You know too much, you very wise woman." Beth scoffed, mildly surprised how badly she was slurring her words.
They had come to a wobbly stop before the locked door to Dean's office, and Hazel set to tapping in the numbered code that would gain them entry.
Dean stepped up next to Beth. "Fantasy?" he asked in a curious voice.
"I'm not sure what she thinks she knows; I'm just here to use the loo and then get some dick." Beth leaned over and slid a hand onto his groin.
He smirked cockily, leaning back against a nearby door, adopting a posture of rakish cool. "I'm down for that," he said, and fell through the door as it unexpectedly opened.
Beth exploded into laughter as he disappeared into the darkened room beyond, amidst a cacophony of clattering and cursing.
Hazel turned back, a bemused look on her face and rolled her eyes, chuckling as she realised what had happened. "Stop arsing about you two; I'm not normally three sheets to the wind when I do this code, and its proving a bit tricky."
"You've certainly got the arse for arsing about," Beth whispered in Hazel's ear as she placed a hand on her bottom, making the blonde woman emit a giggling squeal.
"Did someone say arse?" Dean emerged from the room looking somewhat more dishevelled than before, placed the pot plant he was inexplicably holding to one side and joined them at the door. He covered Beth's hand, which was still gently stroking Hazel's bum, with his own and delivered one of his trademark handsome smirks.
"Will you two stop distracting me. There will be plenty of time to explore my arse as soon as I get this fecking lock-- ah got it!" The door finally opened and she slipped inside leaving Beth and Dean alone.
Dean moved closer, his presence filling Beth's vision. Her heart began to race and the tingle between her legs intensified. "You sure about this?" There was a hint of fragile uncertainty in his question.
She smiled fondly as she reached up to stroke his cheek. "Yes darling, I'm sure. However, I should warn you that I'm the one in charge; what I say goes. Ok?"
His shining eyes scanned her face as His lips curled into a smile and he shrugged. "You're the boss." He slipped past her, disappearing through the door, leaving Beth alone, heart fluttering and palms tingling with anticipation.
She drew in a deep breath and muttered into the silence of the deserted corridor. "Right, first things first... pee." She turned and retreated down the hall in search of the nearest bathroom.
Ten minutes later, relieved, and refreshed after using the loo, splashing some water on her face and fixing her makeup, she arrived back at the door to Dean's office. She pushed it open and was surprised to find her husband nowhere to be seen. The outer office was empty. She frowned, looking around at the idling photocopier and empty desk where, during the normal course of the working day, Dean's personal assistant would sit. Where the hell had they gone?
She was startled as the door to the inner office opened and Hazel walked through. Beth narrowed her eyes as the busty blonde settled in behind the assistant's desk.
"Did you change your clothes?"
Hazel glanced up at her with a placid smile, her glazed eyes betraying her level of intoxication despite her best efforts to hide it. "As you are aware Mrs. Parker, I keep a number of outfits at the office."
"I see," Beth said, although she wasn't sure she did entirely. She was desperately trying to figure out what was going on; it felt like she had stepped back a week in time to when Hazel had still filled the P.A. role, and she was here visiting Dean. Was that the play?
"Thanks for coming back so late; I tried to convince the client that the issue could be resolved tomorrow, but I'm afraid he was insistent." As Hazel spoke, she slipped on the headset and began sifting through papers.
Beth stood silently in the middle of the office... her office? The way Hazel was talking, it implied that Beth was the boss. A smile twitched onto her lips. She could work with this. But Where was Dean, and how did he fit into this? She was about to ask, when the phone rang.
"Elizabeth Parker's office, how may I assist you?" Hazel jabbed the call button and effortlessly reeled off the greeting, her eyes darting left and right as she listened.
In the silence, Beth could hear a voice coming from the headset, but not what was being said. Who the hell would be calling the office at this time of night? Why was she even asking that question? This was turning into an episode of the twilight zone.
"I'm sure that will be fine. Thank you for your call." Hazel hung up the phone and returned her attention to Beth, smiling politely. "I'll just need a few minutes to prepare the paperwork; the client is waiting in your office. Is there anything else ma'am?"
"Yes... actually er... no. Umm... thank you Hazel, I'll call if I need anything further."
"Certainly ma'am," Hazel said brightly, returning to her paperwork.
Beth hesitated a moment longer, straightened her blouse, touched her hair and made for the door to... her office. She hesitated before entering. "Actually, coffee please Hazel, make it Irish if you can, and"--she lowered her voice--"what's the client's name?"
Hazel twitched a brief grin as she rose from her seat. "It's Brad Jefferson. I'll bring your coffee in directly."
Beth nodded and then snorted a laugh as Hazel rounded the desk, wobbling drunkenly, and banged into it with her hip, knocking a pile of documents to the floor.
