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. A roleplay experience for three of our main characters this time with lots of aggressive, nasty language and behaviour; all good fun!
Previously on Langley Circle... Megan spent the day with Beth after walking away from her job at Ravager & Sunder. They spent a pleasant day together but due to Dean's rules had to refrain from "playing" until he finished work. When he did return home, he found Megan waiting to help him relax after the stresses of his day. Later during a discussion, Dean stated that he just couldn't see either Beth or Megan ever having a nasty streak to their personalities, which the women took as a challenge.
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Season One, Episode Seventeen
Dean leant back in his chair, cradling the crystal tumbler, trying to curb his excitement so he could get into character. He took another gulp, the amber liquid burning pleasantly as he swallowed. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his study and the butterflies danced in his stomach; he was ready.
As if on cue, the sound of footsteps and voices came from beyond the study door. The voices were clipped and severe, rising in volume and aggression with each passing moment. He straightened in the high-backed leather chair, set the glass to one side, and waited.
A few seconds later, there was a sharp knock, but before he could respond, the door burst open, and Beth stomped in, a look of ill-contained fury on her face. Megan trailed behind, scowling and wincing in pain as Beth dragged her in. Dean's mouth dropped open at the sight; Beth was literally pulling Megan in by her ear.
For a moment, the two women paid him no attention, being completely absorbed in their own conflict, and so Dean had the chance to watch and listen, as he tried desperately to ascertain what was going on.
"Vile creature!" Beth said, spitting the words out angrily as she manoeuvred Megan to stand on the rug in the middle of the room. "Once I inform Mr. Parker of all that you have done, you will regret the day you ever came to this school."
Dean blinked in surprise; this was part of the roleplay? Beth wasn't dressed as a schoolgirl though; she wore a high-necked white blouse with a small ruffled collar, and a long skirt that reached down to her ankles. On her feet was a pair of low heeled, lace-up shoes. She had pulled back her hair and fixed it in a tight bun, and wore almost no makeup as far as Dean could tell.
"I'm already sorry I came here," Megan said with disdain. "Ouch, you wicked witch, you're hurting me."
Dean's eyes bulged as he switched his attention to Megan, who was definitely dressed as a schoolgirl; she wore a Short skirt, barely covering her plump arse, a Blouse open almost to her navel, and a tie loosely wrapped around her neck. In contrast to Beth, Megan's make-up was thick and bold, what Dean would call "slutty", and she had gathered her blond hair into two pigtails that hung from the back of her neck.
Beth stiffened, her expression one of shocked outrage. "How dare you speak to me like that!" She gave Megan's ear one last firm tug, and then released her, turning to face Dean.
Beth was obviously a teacher, and Megan, well she was most definitely a naughty schoolgirl. He tried not to grin as he realised the pair were waiting for him. He rallied and prepared to join the fun.
"Right, that's enough," he said in a firm but calm voice. "What's this all about?"
"Wicked Bitch of the West here hit me," Megan said.
"You will not refer to me--"
Dean held up a hand cutting Beth off, but turned his gaze to Megan. "Miss Chambers, you will remain silent until spoken too, and then you will conduct yourself with civility, is that clear?"
Megan tutted and sneered at him. "Yeah, whatever."
Dean stood abruptly. "Do I make myself clear?" His voice boomed loudly in the small room, making both women jump. Neither of them spoke.
"Miss Charles, perhaps you would like to tell me what happened."
Beth's demeanour changed instantly, she smiled deferentially at Dean. "Yes Headmaster, of course," She said in a simpering voice.
Megan scoffed. "Kiss-arse," she said under her breath.
Beth's eyes went wide, and before Dean could react, she reached down and landed a cracking slap to the back of Megan's exposed thigh.
"Ow fuck! What was that for?" Megan whined through gritted teeth.
Dean's pulse raced; this was intense. Were they actually enjoying this? Was he? "Miss Chambers, stand over there, and face the wall. You will remain like that until I am fully apprised of the situation and ready to discuss it with you."
"What? I ain't doing that," Megan said, voice full of defiance.
Dean strode around the desk, roughly grabbed her by the arm and led her to the corner. He turned her forcefully to face the wall and held her there as she struggled against him. His excitement rose as she wriggled in his grip, jerking back against him, and for the briefest of moments, he felt her bottom grinding against his groin. A snorted giggle escaped her lips as his hardness pressed into her.
Dean stepped back, turning to Beth. "Now Miss Charles, please explain the situation to me."
Beth took a deep breath, her arms folded protectively across her chest, and spoke in a voice that barely restrained the anger and shock that her trembling fingers belied. "This...harlot, this...trollop--"
"Just the facts please Miss Charles," Dean said, and a soft giggle came from the corner behind him.
"This...young woman has been conducting herself in the most depraved and filthy manner, for a number of weeks now. I have observed her on multiple occasions engaging in acts of an intimate nature with other students, both male and female, and have even heard rumours that she has also debased herself with a member of staff."
Dean strode back to stand in front of Beth, glancing to the corner where he could see Megan's shoulders shaking; she was obviously trying to suppress her laughter. "Intimate nature?"
"Yes headmaster, such wicked and wanton behaviour."
