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. Reading Posh's Dilemma first would enhance the reading of this work as all references not accounted for in this story are covered in there or in Posh's Dilemma II Chapter 1.
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Chapter Two "Deceived"
Nathan pulled away from the desk, freeing the cordless mouse from his grip. He leaned against the back of his chair, folded his arms and smiled to himself. He could hear the gurgle of the coffee maker as he shouted to his partner.
"Emma, come here and see what I've found."
Baby Spice came bounding into the room and rested her hands, palms down, on the desk at the side of Nathan. She was wearing a thin, low cut, cotton T-shirt with the word "VIRGIN" printed across the front and a pair of brief bikini bottoms. Nathan found himself staring at her breasts. When he looked up he found Emma looking back at him and smiling.
"If you've found something good, and I mean really good, I might let you play later," she teased. Nathan tore his gaze away and turned their attention back to the computer screen.
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David Beckham was in Madrid, without Victoria, to sign his new very lucrative four-year contract with Real Madrid. It was the Soccer club's first chance to start to cash in on the massive marketing potential offered to them through signing David by having his club medical sponsored to the tune of £250,000. Consequently cameras, club officials and security minders surrounded David as he made his way to the Clinica La Zarzuela to start the routine process. Just then his mobile phone rang.
"Shit," he muttered to himself somewhat embarrassed, "Sorry guys I won't be a minute." Not many people had this number and so he usually answered it when it rang.
"Emma, how are you? Yeah, go on then if it's quick. Oh shit, is that all yeah I can let you have that, it's…"
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Emma had called David, Victoria's husband, a short while ago, and had pretended to be calling on behalf of his wife. Knowing that the 'lovey-dovey' Beckhams shared everything, she had told him that she was with Victoria who had forgotten the password to her email system and needed it urgently. David, not suspecting that Emma now despised Victoria, had, in his naïve haste, simply given Emma the password. Despite the fact that he was in the middle of some sort of medical in Spain and didn't really know where his wife was, Emma had laughed to herself at just how easy it had been to get the information she needed.
She now watched the screen intently as Nathan opened up a very recent email.
From: Carl
To: Victoria Beckham
Message Subject: That was fantastic!
Tori, today was sensational. I know that you have asked me not to detail our meetings in writing of any kind, but the things you do to me are just so unbelievable. I don't know what I would do without you, please don't let David find out because I know that you could never leave him, and we would be finished. I can't tell you how sorry I am that I caused you so much pain with the blackmail and stuff, I hope that you have forgiven me. Can't wait to see you the next time. Love always, Carl.
"Shit Nathan, this is him, the little twat who was trying to blackmail her. They must be having an affair - we have struck gold my big old security man." Emma hugged Nathan.
"So can I play?" he quizzed.
"Oh you can play as much as you like, " Baby replied pulling him to the floor.
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Victoria felt a churning in the pit of her belly as Carl's fingers caressed the underside of her braless right breast. He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it expertly, the loose fitting neckline of her cropped T-shirt doing nothing to hinder him. Crackling sexual electricity seemed to envelope her entire breast, and she moaned helplessly.
She was hot - he knew it, and she loved it. Posh's dark hair cascaded onto her shoulders and her full breasts pressed for freedom beneath her tight shirt. Her legs were long and tanned as they disappeared into the very short skirt that she was wearing, and her heels straddled the narrow line between being sluttishly high or just daringly so.
He grinned and drew back, and she grinned as well.
They were in the bar of a quiet hotel in Greater Manchester. Carl pulled her onto his lap, and Victoria giggled and kissed him. They were mostly alone in the corner of the room, a situation for which they were very grateful. Victoria swallowed excitedly as she felt his hand caress her inner thigh and slip slowly higher.
"You're a wicked boy," she whispered.
"I know," he replied, his fingers stroking just below her knickers. She turned her head to look habitually around the room, never quite confident of their anonymity, as his touch began to arouse her. Posh jerked her head back, spreading her legs slightly as his hand wormed further into her skirt.
"I…if you do much more of that I shall... embarrass us," she panted.
"Embarrass us then," he replied frantically, his lust building by the second. "I just want you, here and now."
She sighed, her nipples painfully erect as she began to grind herself against him.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. Again she turned to make sure that no one was watching, and he used the opportunity to slip his fingers beneath the silken hem of her underwear and work a single finger inside of her.
"C… Carl, please… oh yesss," she hissed, "Let's go… not here… it's like you can't wait tonight! We should... why don't we g-go somewhere?" she breathed, almost gasping.
"I like it here," he said, fondling one of her nipples through her shirt.
"B-but there are... people about, someone might see us," she moaned.
His finger pushed deeper, and a thumb stroked up against her clitoris.
"Oooooooh. Please, don't!"
"You don't like that?"
"I...I'm too noisy when I... Ohhh."
Carl smiled, desperate to seize the moment.
His hand drew back slightly, and she felt both relief and regret. But then she felt his fingers closed on the thin elastic band, tugging her thong down her thighs. She gasped, staring at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh," he ordered, sliding them out from beneath her skirt.
She resisted feebly, but he easily fended her hand off, slipping them down her legs and off.
Then his hand was beneath her skirt once more, and she squirmed helplessly, feeling wild and sluttish and daring as the pleasure grew and tightened its grip on her mind.
"Slut," he whispered, his voice deep and gravely. "Tell me you're my slut," he whispered again.
Moving his wet fingers slowly up Victoria's body, Carl caught her left nipple once more and pressed his nails into the soft pink flesh. Posh gasped and moaned, jerking against the table, at which they sat, still perched on his knee.
"Say it, little fuck girl."
"I'm your slut!" she moaned.
Carl's hand slid down Posh's body and back between her legs. Despite herself Victoria moaned and shifted her legs apart to ease his passage, even though she had to make their act more obvious to do it. The feel of Carl's hand cupping her sex in a public bar was indescribably erotic and exciting.
Victoria felt the fingers squeezing, sliding in and out, repeatedly kneading her pussy, and pressing harder, so that it ached, yet forcing pleasure up through her trembling body.
"You're my fuck girl, aren't you, Tori baby?"
"I'm your fuck girl," Posh moaned finally, arching her back against the table.
She was on the verge of coming now, when suddenly her senses kicked in.
"No Carl we have to stop," she panted. "Please, let's go to the room."
"But, I like it here. It's more exciting. Just think of you coming in front of the bar, the staff and any body else within earshot of your moaning. Let's stay."
Looking down into his face Posh squirmed on his thighs and, drawing on all her strength to resist, said, "No. We have to go back to the privacy of our room. Besides we have the 'toys' up there, don't we?" She smiled a radiant Posh Spice smile at him.
Carl stood up, holding out his hand to pull her to her feet.
"I love you," he said with an unusually intense sincerity. Victoria looked into his eyes and replied,
"I know you do." She planted a firm kiss directly onto his lips.
Posh followed him out into the hall and then up the stairs to their bedroom. She could feel a base excitement, derived from their extremely sensuous activity in the bar, beginning deep within her stomach. As she entered the darkened room she realised that she was holding her breath.
Victoria stood quietly still, her body aching to be touched. She steeled herself for whatever Carl might do to her, hoping only that she would not reach orgasm before she'd had the chance to excite her young lover in return. She felt a movement behind her and Posh closed her eyes.
Hot breath weaved over the skin of her neck and Posh withheld a gasp as knowing fingers slipped under her skirt moving down through her pubic hair and over her slit. The hot, sensitive touch of male flesh upon female flesh moved down until Victoria's crotch was covered, and then the fingers closed and cupped her mound tightly.
The intrusive fondling moved away from Posh's panting body and she felt a blindfold being placed around her head.
"Oh, Carl. Fuck me." She demanded, receiving a guttural moan in return.