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Have Some Fun	By : dazee Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Spice Girls Views: 12075 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Spice Girls. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own. Just borrowing. Would they mind?

Chapter 1 (Angst, language, PWP, Slave, F/F, F/F/F, Bi, light BDSM, D/s, Femdom, Humil, Oral, Spank)
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“Hi,” Emma said, as she acknowledged Mel was there.

“Hey,” Melanie B grinned. “How ya been?”

“Great.”

“Hmm,” she said. “That’s good. Listen, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to go. I’d love you to come by sometime though. Alright?”

“Sure. Sunday’s okay?”

“Yeah. See ya then.”

A few days later, Emma showed up at her house. She’d never been there before and loved the way it was decorated.

“Wow,” she gasped. “Nice. Wish my house looked like this.” She smiled at Mel, noticing what she was wearing.

Mel’s hair was as wild as always. Her shirt reached where a bra would end, and her tattoo and belly button showed as well. Emma felt like licking her lips. Her skirt was loose and short.

“You look—amazing,” Emma said, finally looking into Mel’s eyes.

“So do you.”

“Thanks,” Emma blushed. She sank onto a couch, watching Mel B do the same, lean back, and closed her eyes. Emma watched Mel’s body until her eyes opened, Mel knowing what she had done.

“So, got any boyfriends?” Emma asked.

“Naw,” Mel said. “Not after Jimmy.”

“Hey,” Emma said, a gleam in her eye. “Do you remember when you asked us all to snog you cuz you got your tongue pierced? Wanna try it again?”

Emma leaned in to kiss Mel. She leaned back and Emma retreated. “Why?” Emma asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Emma, I’m not a lesbian.”

“Neither am I,” Emma said. “I’m bisexual. But—” and she pulled Mel close to her and ran her against her body—“I think you are.”

Mel pushed her away. “Aw, come on,” Emma smiled, “You’ve never wanted me?” She ran her breasts along Mel and felt her gasp. “You see?”

Suddenly Emma’s mouth was on Mel B’s. They were snogging like never before and Emma was definitely feeling up Mel’s breasts, which Mel wasn’t too keen on. “I love these,” Emma moaned and Mel gasped as Emma’s tongue was on her cheek. “You love me messing with your tits, don’t you?”

Emma got on top, forcing Mel down. “No!” Mel cried. Emma smiled and broke open Mel’s shirt, and licked her lips hungrily before getting a taste.

“Emma! Stop!” Emma was occasionally biting and though it felt good, Mel didn’t like being dominated.

“Tell me I’m the sexiest woman you’ve ever met and I’ll stop.”

“You ARE!” Mel sighed. “Gerroff!” Emma sat and up and began humping her. Mel liked this but it did hurt. “Stop, Emma! You’re incredibly sexy, and this is amazing, but I’m not a lesb—”

“Oh, I think you are.” Emma put fingers into her and Mel began moaning and screaming. Emma was also licking her boobs and Mel began bucking her hips. “You are a lesbian, aren’t you?” She asked. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Yessssss!” Mel agreed. “Oh God!” Suddenly Emma stood up. “C’mon,” Mel said. “Come back.”

“Nope.”

“Why?” she whined.

“Can’t.”

“Why?”

“I’m training you.”

“What?’

“You want me again, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Well then come get me!” Emma grabbed Mel’s legs so she couldn’t move, and Mel groaned.

“Oh God, Emma. I need you. I want you. I crave you. Please come back.”

“First you have to say, ‘I’m yours forever.’”

“What?!”

Emma’s grip tightened. “Say it, or I’ll tie you to your bed!”

“I’m yours forever! I’m yours—”

Emma had gotten on top of her. This was the best sex of her life. She began pleasuring Emma and Emma knew she was the dominator.

DISCLAIMER: I. STILL. DON’T. OWN.
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Mel woke up tied to Emma’s bed with Emma lying beside her, holding her boobs and licking her neck. Mel sighed.

“Time to get up, sex machine,” Emma said. She untied Mel and instead put handcuffs on her, much to her dislike. “We have people to meet.”

“Great,” Mel moaned.

3 Hours later...

Geri was over, Mel still handcuffed and barely clothed. They all enjoyed snogging her. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Geri said, the expert of naughtiness. “A strip club!”

“Yeah!” Emma agreed. Mel would’ve protested, but she was gagged.

“Who’ll go first?”

“Mel will,” Emma answered immediately. Geri was unaware that Emma had such power over Mel, they thought they had all done this together. Emma unhandcuffed and ungagged her, gave her a warning look, and pushed her into the center.

Mel sighed and set to work. She started with Geri. She sat on her lap, and began playing with her. She touched her boobs and down below, and teased her, no more, and it made Geri beg for more. Mel sucked her face and then danced for her. Double D’s worked for this. She shaked her boobs in her face (which Geri loved), then began taking off her clothes. She wanted to save the best for last.

Emma. By Emma she only had a bottom underwear on and Emma was already aroused. But the Geri soon found out about Em’s power. Emma was occasionally telling Mel what to do more of, and seemed to savor this the most. Emma was the only one she gave a lap dance. Immediately after she was handcuffed again.

“God, you’re good,” Geri laughed. “Wanna try out your vibrator, Melanie?”

“After all,” Emma chuckled, “you did get it for me.”

They brought her over and set her up, both smiling wickedly. Mel had had experience with these before, but never
in front of other people. She squealed as her duct tape was roughly taken off.

Emma turned it on and immediately Mel began moaning. Emma turned it up and Mel was screaming with pleasure. “Yes! Yes, Emma!”

Emma whispered seductively in her ear, Mel began to loathe and adore Emma. Mel’s nipples were rock hard and Emma was sucking her neck. The blonde paused a moment to turn it up even more and Emma’s tongue was everywhere she could reach on Mel. “Ride me, baby! Ride me!”

Full blast and Mel had reached her climax. Emma felt as if she owned Mel now and Mel honestly felt the same way. Emma turned it off and Mel laid back, exhausted. Fresh duct tape was slammed over her mouth and she was brought to yet another room. After twenty minutes, ever-ready Mel was happy for more sex.

Not exactly like this, though. Mel was wearing the skimpiest bikini. Geri and Emma tied her legs and arms to a post and Mel was caught. “Wow,” Geri breathed.

“Yeah,” Emma smirked. “She is so mine.” They acted like she wasn’t there.

Emma reached and tickled Mel’s thighs higher and higher and got Mel moaning through the tape. Geri pulled off the tape, and Mel’s moaning was now unmuffled. “Yessssssssssss,” Mel sighed. “Please—no.” Emma had stopped suddenly and smirked at her. She reached behind Mel and squeezed her 36” ass, and then scratched her hard on the back. “Ow,” Mel whined. “What was that for?”

“Cuz you’re my bitch, bitch,” Emma said, grinning. She then put two fingers into Mel and Mel rode her. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Mel whined at this, but when Emma licked her stomach and spanked her, Mel felt a buzzing. “I’m yours.”

Emma played with her nipples, pinching and caressing them. She then tickled her thighs before hitting them. She licked from down below to the tip of her forehead, then pinched Mel’s earlobes. Mel didn’t like this, but because of the sex, and the force, she had to put up with it.

“Now, call me Master.” Emma reached inside of her and then did the same with her tongue.

“Master—Master! I hate you, bitch!” At this, Emma smacked her hard on all four cheeks, then squeezed and
pinched her ass. She rubbed up against the brunette’s body and felt her shudder.

“No you don’t.” Emma and Geri took her down and tied to her to the bed now. Each took turns humping and Mel
was secretly having the time of her life. “You adore me.” After being tied (again), this time to back to her “post,” Emma disappeared for a second.

She returned with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. She ran each along every bit of Mel, most just below and inside “between her legs” and her tits. Mel’s heart leaped as Emma then proceeded to lick it off, spending extra time in the aforementioned areas.

“Goddd,” Mel sighed, riding Emma’s pigtailed head. “You are so not innocent.”

“You got that right, bitch.” Emma looked up from her spot and smiled. She stopped, having gotten everything off. She took Mel down and laid her on the bed. Geri handed Emma a small black object and she began snapping photos of Mel, occasionally ordering her about. Though Melanie was good at this, she had done it before, as had Geri.

“Now...” Emma said, smiling, and Mel grimaced at this. She handed her a collar and Geri forced it on her, Mel groaning. Emma attached a leash to it, and handed Mel a bikini out of pure kindness, but that wasn’t Emma’s greatest attribute. She added another leash to her right foot, and two more to her hands, and they were good to go. “Get on the ground, bitch.” Mel did so. “Crawl.”

Where Emma was headed was by far Mel’s worst nightmare. The streets of London. Emma, in a trucker hat, smiled at people as she walked, they stared at her. She saw a woman talking to another woman, and the listening woman nodded and walked over. “Begging your pardon, miss, but—” The woman immediately stopped when she saw Emma’s face.

“You can join. I have spare leashes.” The woman stormed off.

When Emma and Mel arrived back at the place, Mel was upset. “I could’ve known somebody there!”

“But you didn’t!” They realized Geri had left. “Anyway, that’s not your choice to make.” Still on the leash, Emma dragged Mel into her bedroom, Mel having to dodge the walls when Emma made a turn. She threw Mel onto the bed. “I should keep these leashes on,” Emma noted. “It’d do ya good. Lean over me.” Mel did, and Emma spanked her. Hard.

“Stop! Stop!” Mel cried, bucking her hips. Emma smiled, and kept going, perfectly aware of the pleasure she was giving the brunette.

“Hmm...d’you think I should? Nah.” Emma made Mel lie the other way, on top of her, and slid three fingers into her, harder and harder until both were dripping. “I’d rather give you the sex of your life.” When Emma had finished, she turned on the TV (Mel’s always ready for sex). She inserted a certain video, but before she even put it in, Melanie knew what it was. And she guessed right. Pamela Anderson and Ashton Moore, whipped cream and everything. Jenna Jameson even made a cameo.

As they were “doing their thing,” Emma didn’t even have to tell Mel what to do. She went right along, her own hand in, Emma watching before starting herself. “Looka her tits,” Mel sighed, and Emma nodded. Emma tackled Mel, pinning her to the floor, and massaging her breasts while humping her. Mel moaned and cursed because she still had mixed feelings about this enslavement. The movie finished and Emma got off Mel and lay next to her, sucking and nibbling her nipples. When Emma stopped, Mel fell into a slumber.

Emma noticed this and began licking her crotch, slowly, then faster and faster until Mel couldn’t help waking up and cumming. “Get up, bitch,” Emma stood up outside the bed, smacking her. “We’re going out.”

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