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.
This is a sequel to Posh's Dilemma and all references not accounted for in this story are covered in the first story. Reading Posh's Dilemma first would enhance the reading of this work.
However by way of a link, Posh's Dilemma finished with Victoria Beckham about to dial the mobile phone of Carl, her initial lover, who had been the root cause of the blackmail that she was subjected to. Posh's Dilemma II assumes that Carl and Posh began to see each other and started an affair. For details of the recent history between Posh and Emma, Baby Spice, Posh's Dilemma Chapter 04 needs to be read.
Chapter One "Moving On"
It rained. It had rained all day. At first it had been a quick, warm rain blown by a gusty northern wind, but in the past hour or so the rain had become harsher. It poured down; stinging, heavy rain leaving large puddles and bouncing drops looking like off target bullets as they splashed their mark on the wet ground. A car slowed down, momentarily keeping pace with the small group on the sidewalk. The girl in the middle of the group turned towards the road, and, just as she was about to shout, a missile launched from the car and, with a true aim, struck home right into her face.
"Take that you manipulative bitch!"
The very pretty female felt a thud of pain crash into her and she staggered backwards dropping to her knees. She clapped a hand to her left cheek. When she took it away she saw that her palm was covered in yellow egg yolk. For a moment she just stared helplessly as the pounding rain washed the runny mess away.
"You bastards," Posh Spice muttered quietly to herself. Glancing up she saw the car speed off leaving a wave of spray to lurch up into the air and break onto the opposite pavement. She tried to stand but discovered that her legs were too shaky. It had been a great shock and she struggled to speak coherently.
Then the anger kicked in.
Shaking herself free of her minders, Victoria launched into a tirade of abuse.
"You fucking useless group of no good twats. That could've been a bullet hitting me not just a fucking egg. How the fuck did that happen?"
She directed the question at the poor unfortunate burly minder who stood between her and the road.
"Well?"
"I…I… don't know, I'm… erm… sorry."
"Sorry, sorry!" she yelled," well sorry is not good enough, not fucking good enough. You are fired you big useless twat."
The large minder looked down on Posh Spice. He drank in her looks; her tight and fashionably ripped jeans, her black cotton shirt undone all the way down to her belt revealing the sides of her lovely breasts. Instead of hearing the abuse she was pouring out at him he found himself wondering how the top was held up – by tape he guessed. The erotic effect of the young woman was heightened in its beauty due to the torrential rain that had soaked her to the skin and Posh's nipples were beginning to poke through the top. She had a short sports coat on over the shirt, but this afforded little protection from the elements.
"What's your name you tosser?"
"Nathan," he mumbled in reply.
"Well, Nathan, fuck off out of my sight. We'll pay you up to this morning but as of this minute you are looking for another job."
With that Posh Spice, finding her strength again, strode off with the rest of her entourage in tow leaving poor Nathan and his 6 foot 5 frame dripping wet in the street.
Posh was in New York for a week. She was on a personal tour with her husband in an attempt to "raise their profile" on the other side of the water. She collapsed into a comfy chair in their suite at the Plaza Hotel. She was soaked and glad to be alone, even though she knew several members of her security team patrolled the corridors of the hotel. Victoria looked up and saw the stunning landscape of Central Park, beautiful even in the rain. This was why she liked this hotel and she loved being near Central Park. David would be hours yet and her thoughts turned to Carl.
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Back home in Central London Emma Bunton, Baby Spice, watched the news item with interest.
"… So there was no injury to Victoria, it was just the surprise of it all that shocked her and she should be fit enough to continue with her and David's promotional tour of the USA. Jim Browning News at 10, New York."
Emma noticed, with interest, pictures of the tall, burly and somewhat good looking minder to whom her erstwhile band mate had been directing her anger. It should be easy to track him down, she noted mentally.
"No injuries eh, well maybe this time the 'yolk's' on you, you posh whore." Emma smiled a satisfying smile to herself and picked up the phone.
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"Hi babe it's me. Yeah fucking nightmare, I can't believe someone actually threw an egg at me. Why, I have no idea? Yeah I miss you too. Listen call me in half an hour I need to get changed I'm fucking soaked. It will be a long time before David is home and I need you to liven me up. Oh, and Carl, don't forget to use this number and not my usual mobile. Yeah, speak to you soon, bye."
Carl and Victoria had become lovers after the blackmail scam that saw her humiliated, mainly by Carl's group of friends, but also by Carl himself. Although Carl had returned Posh's money his mates had gone off into the sunset with £300 grand each and the memories of their time experiencing Posh Spice first hand. Carl had become closer to Victoria and they had begun to meet as often as they could. It was easy to avoid David being around but not so her security guards, and more than once the illicit pair had feared discovery.
Posh Spice put down the phone and began to peel off her wet clothes, it had been a long day already and it was still only 1:30 in the afternoon. She stumbled into the shower and, as the luxurious water splashed over her naked body, Victoria wondered how she was going to tell Carl about the move to Spain and moreover, how would she continue to see him – would she continue to see him at all? Fucking David and his transfer to Real Madrid. She had encouraged it at first, but now, faced with the reality of not being in the UK very often, she doubted how good an idea it actually was.
After 15 minutes of relaxation she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. Taking up her mobile phone she walked into the bedroom and flopped down onto the large double bed.
Posh lay dozing, slipping in and out of a light sleep as the time moved on. She glanced at the clock on the TV and saw that Carl was late with his return call. Then, just as she was growing impatient, the familiar ring tone started to play.
"You call me in ten minutes – and don 't be late." Came the order. Posh swallowed hard and spoke into the phone.
"Yes, that's fine. Is there anything I should do? Wear?"
"Wear your sexiest underwear. And be prepared to take it off."
The call ended and Victoria smiled to herself. Moving to her drawer she opened it and looked in. Letting her hands trail over the silk, Posh selected a light, red bodice with thin shoulder straps that gave way to a loose fitting top. It was slit down the front allowing easy access to her breasts with a tighter waistband and high cut into her groin fitting snugly around her bottom. It made her feel incredibly sexy as she lay back down on the bed. With no one else around Posh spread her legs as wide as they would go, put one hand to the flimsy material covering her pussy and the other to her right breast to find the erect nub of her nipple. Victoria drifted into a world of fantasy as she closed her eyes and began to masturbate.
Her fingers eased beneath the black silk hiding her breast, slipping in across her soft nipple and stroking gently. She let the edge of her sharp thumbnail scratch softly along the sensitive pink button, then plucked it and twisted it enough to cause a sharp sting as it began to warm and stiffen.
Victoria had found very few outlets for her sexual needs during this visit. There were security guards everywhere and David was always too tired. She had found time for a few stolen gropes of her own pussy but that had been about all. She was pissed off with being discrete – she needed sex.
Posh's hand was firmly inside the material now, her knuckles straining the silk as she kneaded her breast gently and stroked her thumb back and forth across the erect nipple. She was feeling wild and hot, sighing and spreading her legs as she ran both hands up to squeeze her breasts. She was desperate for Carl to call back.
She opened the front of her underwear to bare her breasts, feeling a little crackle of sexual electricity run through them as she looked lazily around. Her nipples were now firmly erect and she rolled them lightly between her thumb and forefinger as she felt the ache between her legs grow stronger. Victoria ran a hand down between her thighs and across the thin material that covered her pussy, squeezing lightly.
Victoria looked around again, she felt daring, and wanted to do something outrageous. She fingered herself within the dark silk, her breathing coming faster with each passing moment. Posh heard voices on the hotel corridor that made her feel even sexier, knowing that they were so close to her without knowing anything about what she was doing.
Victoria drew her knees back and spread them even wider. Her finger began to stroke up and down between the tight lips of her labia, and she gasped and involuntarily rolled her hips as the digit passed across her clitoris, gasping as she thrust first one, then two fingers deep within the tight, elastic folds of her sex.
She reached into the drawer at her bedside, fumbling for a moment, until she pulled out her long, smooth, white, plastic lady shave. Sweat was beading across the surface of her body now as her heated lust met the damp humidity of the day, but she didn't care. She positioned the end of the lady shave at the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed it into her body.
It was thicker than any penis she'd ever had, including David or Carl, but her wetness allowed it a smooth entrance, despite the sharp, tight ache of her pussy lips as they were forced in and back.
Posh groaned as she pushed the object in. It hurt, just a little, and she forced it in further so that she ached, imagining it was an invading phallus abusing her against her will. She stroked her finger against her clitoris as she pulled the lady shave back, then thrust it painfully deep once again.
Posh's head rolled from side to side, and her breathing became more and more ragged as she pumped the smooth shaver inside her sex. It now hurt a little more, but the pain only added an extra exciting dimension as perspiration trickled down her body and her arousal deepened into a feverish desire.
Her legs were spread wide, the tendons in her thighs visibly straining, aching, as she worked herself into a frenzy.
Then the phone rang.
Victoria wiped her forearm across her dripping forehead before reaching to remove, carefully, the object upon which she had impaled herself.
The ring of the mobile phone disturbed her dreams. Posh slipped the invading object out of her very wet pussy allowing the soft silky material of her underwear to fall back into place and picked up the phone.
"Are you ready you slut?" came the male voice.
"Is your cock out Carl," she purred, still slightly breathless from her antics.
Victoria reached inside the top of her underwear, freeing her breasts. She slipped the silk down her body with her free hand and tossed it onto the nearest dresser. Naked, she sat up and reached out as her hand slid onto the round decorative smooth wooden ball on the top of the bedpost. She glanced down at it for a moment, her eyes shining.
"It gets lonely here sometimes, Carl," she said. "Do you know what I do when I get all horny and lonely?"
