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.
Thanks for sticking around for this next instalment. Lots of little plot check-ins this time, gotta keep that story moving. Some threesome MFF action, and themes around polyamorous relationships.
Previously on Langley Circle... Nicky and Bella paid Josh a visit to dish out a few home truths about his recent behaviour. Far from being the relationship ending scenario that Josh had expected however, once the wrongs had been explained, the three of them got down to the important business of make-up sex, with only one minor hitch when Josh's step-mum Trudy walked in on them at the crucial moment. Meanwhile Dean found his new personal assistant to be both useless and extremely distracting, while Megan walked away from her new job after inadvertently stumbling on to some kind of clandestine sex club.
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Season One, Episode Sixteen
"Here's the file you wanted Mr. Parker."
Dean glanced up from the document he'd been reading, directly into Hazel's expansive cleavage. He lingered for a long moment enjoying the view of the generous amount of smooth creamy white skin on display, two mountainous breasts nestling either side of a dark enchanting chasm of delights. He felt less awkward now, snatching the occasional peek at his personal assistant's gorgeous body, ever since the first time when he had inadvertently caught an eyeful and she hadn't protested, but rather smiled encouragingly at him. He still had a good dose of shame and guilt, but otherwise tried to enjoy the show. Reluctantly, he dragged his eyes up to her pretty face, which was sporting a cheeky smile.
"Take your time," she said. There was no sarcasm, or annoyance; she seemed genuinely happy for him to enjoy the view at his leisure.
Dean blinked, trying to salvage what little of his dignity remained. "Yes thank you Hazel."
"You're most welcome." Hazel shook her chest, creating a succession of tremors that threatened to have the mountains tumbling down into the valley. Dean had a vision of being smothered to death by a pair of giant breasts; there were probably worse ways to die.
"For the file I mean." It was important to state this, so she wouldn't believe him to be complicit in ogling her breasts, even though this was precisely what he was doing. He took the offered file from her.
"You know Mr. Parker, if you ever want me to go full ruby, just let me know. It wouldn't be a problem; in fact I think I'd rather like it."
Dean nodded absently, letting his eyes ski down the northern slope of one of the twin peaks of Mount Hazel, disappearing once more into the inviting valley of delights.
"Will there be anything else?"
"Umm no, thank you."
"Well, you know where I am if you want me," Hazel said, pivoting on her toes and slinking out with a hypnotic wiggle. As the door to his office closed, Dean stared at it, the image of her figure burned into his retina. He snapped his eyes back to the desk and, not for the first time, asserted that she would have to go.
He frowned; what was "ruby"? Hazel had a tendency to spout some utter gibberish at times, often using words in the wrong context, and saying things that made her sound like a crazy woman, but Dean couldn't even begin to speculate what "Ruby" might mean in this context. It was probably best if he didn't attempt to find out; any interaction with Hazel seemed to skirt around the boundaries of acceptable behaviour for a married man, even though his intentions were always honourable and innocent. He had never initiated any kind of inappropriate behaviour, apart from occasionally glancing at her tits. Regardless, he felt that he was in dangerous territory there, and it would definitely be best for everyone if he found a way to have her reassigned or let go.
His home life was pretty damn sweet now, ridiculously so since Megan had come into their lives, and he didn't want to do anything that might cock that up. An image of his cock erupting from between the twin peaks of mount Hazel flashed suddenly into his mind. He thumped the desk, shaking his head to remove the unwelcome thought, leaving behind a lingering sense of guilt.
He picked up the document Hazel had delivered and started going through it; focusing on work would be a good thing right now, at least until his erection had softened. The document was a report on the Langley Estate property prepared by the debt recovery team. The estate, which was only a short distance from his home, was one of the properties David had tasked his department with disposing of.
As he read the file, he was repeatedly reminded what an incredibly odd property it was. Aside from it being a large sprawling country house that was once home to a British aristocratic family in the dim and distant past, it was now comprised of such a startling variety of components as to make it unique.
It was set on a sizeable amount of land, a mixture of formal gardens and woodland, over terrain that varied from the billiard table flat, through undulating slopes, to a hill that boasted the accolade of being the highest point in the county. This wasn't as impressive as it sounded, only being just over three hundred metres above sea level, but when the remainder of the estate on average rose no higher than around eighty metres, in isolation the hill was rather impressive; The included photographs certainly showed it to be a very noticeable landmark. There was also a lake, small cave system in the side of the hill, formal gardens, and river that cut through a portion of the property.
Its fabricated additions and facilities included a pool, a chapel, a number of chalets and cabins dotted about the land, a parade square, and numerous out buildings including some enormous air-raid style storage sheds. An extensive cellar and attic topped and tailed the main building, which had a staggering amount of rooms of varying sizes. The report made for quite an astonishing read.
More intriguing still was the different uses that the estate had been put to. After being used as an ancestral home for a few hundred years, the property had been converted to be both a military hospital and POW camp for high-ranking Nazi officers during the Second World War. It was then used for an undisclosed purpose by the government during the fifties, then a hotel from the sixties through to the eighties, before sitting empty until the early nineties when it was purchased by the film studio. They used it for making all manner of TV programmes and films, and as a training facility for various professions within the movie industry. The tearooms that Beth and her friends had frequented until recently were added about ten years ago in an attempt to help the studio fund the upkeep of the estate, alas with only minimal success.
Dean was beginning to realise how difficult it was going to be to sell the property. On the one hand it had so much going for it; it really could be turned to any number of purposes, but on the other hand it lacked any cohesion and would present any potential owner with a great deal of work in order to make it fit their needs. It would only really suit a large diverse business that would be able to combine a number of different operations onto the one site, making use of the varied aspect of the property. This was most probably the reason why the film studio had initially bought the estate, and Dean felt their best bet to secure a sale might be if they could identify another similar business. He wasn't overly hopeful though, especially considering the state of the British film industry in recent years. He envisaged having to let the property go for significantly less than the market value to garner any interest. Then again, David had said that they were prepared to take offers well under the value to facilitate a quick sale.
He skimmed back through the file once more, casting an eye over the map of the estate and the building plans. With a frown, he fished out the photo showing the hill again and squinted at something on the top. Jesus, it even had a bloody medieval folly up there. The map showed a set of stables too, near the main house; Dean wondered if any horses would need to be rehomed. He flicked through to the section regarding current occupancy. Thankfully, there didn't appear to be any horses, only a solitary groundskeeper, who had live don site for fifteen years. Dean looked up as a thought struck him; was that the old man he had met near the gate? He struggled to recall the man's name. William wasn't it? Or Wendel, no it was Walter. That was it; he had said to call him Wally.
The phone on his desk buzzed, breaking his concentration. "Yes?"
"Mr. Parker, I was wondering if you would like to take some pictures of me?"
"Er, Hazel, I'm not sure. Why exactly?"
There was a soft giggle at the other end of the line. "For my ID badge, silly. HR has lost the photo I sent them, and it would be easiest if you could just snap one and I'll email it to them."
"Oh, yes of course Hazel. I'm in the middle of something right now, but later today for sure."
Dean was only slightly disappointed that Hazel hadn't been asking him to take a selection of tasteful but nevertheless explicit snaps of her curvaceous body, as his brain had immediately assumed, but on reflection, he thought it was probably for the best.
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