This story is a complete work of fiction.
Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.
*********************************
Posh’s Dilemma – Chapter Three “The Deal”
“Shit Carl, is she coming round?”
Posh had fainted on the spot when she was faced with the reality of her predicament.
“Yeah, look she’s back with us,” replied Carl who had just made love for the second time to Victoria Adams, despite the fact that it was all part of the elaborate set up.
Posh’s eyes fluttered open. She regained a very groggy consciousness, but had still managed to register the last exchange of conversation, and realised that she had only just learned her “lovers” name.
“So, Carl, you bastard. Are you pleased with yourself?” she asked curtly.
Victoria looked up from her heap on the bedroom floor and could tell from his eyes that she was completely meaningless in his opinion save for being a ticket to future riches. Suddenly, laying exposed in front of him and his gang of cohorts she began to feel the rage of humiliation well up inside and started to choke with anger. Victoria felt the bile rise in her stomach and she got quickly to her feet and ran from the room.
Carl followed and found her in the bathroom opposite his own bedroom throwing up.
He waited patiently with a towel. Posh finally sank back onto her knees against the bathroom wall. She was totally drained. Reaching up she glared at Carl as he handed her the towel.
“Why, why did you do it? For fucks sake you had just made love to me, Posh Spice, and I wanted to carry on an affair with you, what more could you want?”
He looked down at her, smiled and threw her top and knickers onto the bathroom floor.
“Get a shower, clean yourself up, put these on and then come out to us.”
He made to go.
“No, wait,” she shouted after him. He turned back into the bathroom.
“Forget the film you took, you and I can still make this work. If you delete the files and tell the others to piss off, we can carry on where we left off. What about it?” She looked up expectantly smiling radiantly at him.
He took a moment and looked down at her again, “Sorry Victoria, but the truth is that you’re way too old for me. I can have the pick of girls much nearer my own age. Anyway, I’ve had you now. The only thing you’re good for is as our meal ticket to the future.”
She was devastated. Not only was her chance of getting off the hook fast disappearing but also she had never been so insulted in all her life before.
“So,” she choked, “how much will it take to keep me off the web?”
“Oh, I’m not sure that is an option at any price. Even if it was we could make millions from a film like this. You’re a very popular piece of totty y’know, especially naked and making love to someone who isn’t your husband.”
Victoria though fleetingly of David and the kids and began to cry.
“Just come out when you’re ready,” He left her alone.
Posh was grateful for the opportunity to shower. It gave her the chance to think. She stood upright and let the water rain down from the showerhead over her naked skin. Breathing deeply Victoria recalled the events of the last two days. How she had wanted him, Carl, and had given her body to him willingly. She would have done anything for him, as her suggestion to fuck on the balcony was testimony to. But the cleverness of his plan, of their plan, had manipulated her into this hopeless state. She had nothing to offer them now. They had their film and clearly didn’t want her. She was helpless. So, when Victoria reappeared in the bedroom she had no more inspiration regarding how she would get out of this situation.
Silence.
She spoke. “What do we do now?”
Carl, who was clearly the spokesman, simply laughed, told her to fuck off and wait for the shit to hit the fan, or the tits to hit the web.
Posh chewed the inside of her mouth nervously whilst the boys laughed at Carl’s comments.
“Please,” she begged simply.
“Okay,” said one of the gang, “how about you give us a bit of show.”
“A show?” she quizzed.
“Yeah,” said Carl taking up the theme, “Wank for us. Go on masturbate for us here and now.”
"What... what do you want me to do?" she said not believeing that she had heard them correctly.
" Just do as you're told and maybe we'll be lenient with the film. Okay?"
Victoria was not sure that she could do this, but she had no other option.
"All right," she said.
“Go on then, fuck yourself!” came the repeated order.
Taking off her top and knickers Posh once more stood naked in front of the six youths. She made to cover herself with her hands, but a sudden command from Carl checked her. She gazed at them, questioningly.
"Sit on that chair," ordered one of the other boys moving the spare PVC computer chair over to where she stood.
The material of the seat was cold against her bare bottom and she felt very uncomfortable, sitting exposed and scared on the cheap plastic chair.
"Open your legs."
She did as she was told, Her hands gripped the seat on either side, and she let her knees fall apart so that her pink lips and the folds of her cunt were fully revealed. Victoria slid her hand down, through the neatly trimmed fur of her pubic hair and onto her pussy.
The intimacy of her own touch caught her unawares, and her whole body jumped as her fingers invaded her cunt. She gave a little moan, letting her legs fall even further apart enjoying the exploration.
The boys watched transfixed.
"That feels good, doesn't it slut?" laughed Carl who’s own erection was returning rapidly, matching the bulging groins of each one of his mates.
"Mmmmmmm"
Surprised by how turned on she was becoming Posh hesitated. Then she extended a finger and gingerly touched her pussy once more. She was shocked by how wet she felt, but even more surprised at the pleasure that her own touch gave to her, especially as she was exposed to these six young men. She began to rub herself, circling her fingers around her clitoris, which had become so very hard.
"Give us a proper show, penetrate yourself " ordered Carl.
Victoria ran her fingers down to the opening of her slit, and then gently slid a finger inside. At once she started to gasp at the sensation. She began instinctively to move the finger back and forth, and suddenly the pleasure filled her again and a feeling of sheer abandonment began to take over. She slid her bottom forward on the chair, spreading her legs still wider apart, leaning backwards, her head thrown back as she worked her fingers in and out, not caring now about the sight she presented.
Posh dropped forward onto her knees, and then lowered herself onto her back beside the chair, still masturbating.
Then she turned onto her stomach, bringing her hand through her legs to penetrate herself from behind.
“Oh yes, you horny bitch!" one of the gang growled.
For the next ten minutes Posh Spice took up all kinds of poses, each one presenting a more vulgar scene than the last. All the time she continued to play with herself, her fingers glistening with wetness as she stimulated her pussy, until it became too much for her and she frigged the final strokes that took her over the edge of the most humiliating, yet strangely exciting, orgasm of her life.
“Oh, fuck I’m cumming, yessssssss!” she hissed through the lips that she was frantically chewing. And she did cum. Victoria came in front of all six youths. Each one had never seen anything like it in their nineteen years to date.
