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Lara Croft
Thomas's comment as he slipped through the door made Lara blush, and her hand fly to the top of her towel.
We both know you want me to see you naked. But did she? The part of her that was raised in a polite and erotophobic society cried out no. However, the shock of arousal that sizzled through her at his comment made her way to drop the towel right away.
Stop it, Sam is your best friend! Lara chided herself, remembering the horrible discussions that she'd had with Sam. She had been so careful to water down the truth, and so scared of what her friend would think of her. She hadn't had a chance to sit down and have a genuine chat with Samantha, but she knew that she needed to.
Lara had just resolved to keep the towel on for a little longer when she noticed Thomas's firm and throbbing cock sticking out of the front of his pants. Her lips were parted in surprise as he explained his exposure, but before Lara could ask for more details the phone rang.
Even if she hadn't heard what Thomas had said to Lady Chelmsford, she would have spoken. It was clear in the way his entire body straigthened and the respectful tone of his voice that it was his mistress.
"Hello?" Lara's voice quavered and her fingers took as she accepted the phone from Thomas.
Luckily for Lara she wasn't expected to speak just yet.
Lady Chelmsford's voice was strong, commanding, and had a hint of authority that Lara knew not to argue with.
I know you have been fucked by Thomas, if you enjoyed it and would like it to happen again then you must remove the towel you have and move to sit on his lap. Lara's eyes widened and wouldn't have been surprised if Chelmsford had just been reading her mind. A twinge of guilt unsettled her stomach and intensified the storm of nerves to a deadly squall.
Lara had given her word to Professor Knight that she would obey him in most things, and that apparently extended to Lady Chelmsford. Despite the enticing view of Thomas's rigid member she didn't want to hurt her best friend's feelings.
As she looked from Thomas's cock to the barely restrained curiosity in his face she wondered if he knew what the Lady was asking her. If she didn't drop the towel and sit on his lap, would he think that she didn't appreciate his efforts in the bedroom?
Lara wanted to howl with frustration. Instead she took a deep breath. Think about this logically, she told herself. That was how she solved all of her problems, this shouldn't be any different.
Lara repeated Lady Chelmsford's order in her mind. The question had two parts. If she enjoyed having sex with Thomas, and if she would like it to happen again. The answer to the first, beyond all doubt, was yes. She thoroughly enjoyed it. The answer to the second question was harder. On a primal level it was an unhalting yes, but if she threw in the trappings of polite society and expectations of friendship, the yes was wavering.
But, when it came down to it, the answers to both of the questions were a yes (and an affirmative on the second did not necessarily denote that she was willing to do it right there and then). And in one way, sitting on Thomas' lap naked was not that much more intimate than what Knight and Sam had done the night before.
There was barely a sound as Lara dropped the towel and padded over to Thomas. With a semi-apologetic smile she gently lowered her naked self onto his lap. The fabric was thick and rich beneath her skin, and she slid back just far enough so that she could feel his cock against her back, hot and heady.
When Lady Chelmsford continued talking Lara eyes the two packages before her, both wrapped in nondescript brown paper.
Another choice. Lara forgot about everything around her as she listened to the terms and conditions for this adventure.
When the phone clicked and then started beeping Lara was breathless. Neither of those two choices were completely comfortable. Well, if she was honest with herself there were three choices; the pink, the black, and to forget about this whole thing. The third was very tempting, but there was so much tied to this strange new world she'd fallen into that she couldn't leave, not yet (and if she was honest with herself, it was exceptionally arousing).
There were options that she liked and disliked in both of the options, but she had a feeling that there was no compromise. So, when it came down to it, she could either allow Knight the opportunity to sleep with Chelmsford, have sex with Thomas, and give Chelmsford pleasure, or she could possibly disrupt Knight's opportunity to proposition Sam, gain insight into Knight's life, enjoy sensual pleasure with Chelmsford and delay sleeping with Thomas.
If she selected the pink outfit then her desire to be drilled would be more than fulfilled, and she would be offering Knight something that she could only imagine he was desperate for. In addition, she would be allowing Samanthat the chance to make her own decisions about Knight. But then she would be having sex with Thomas, and as nice as that sounded it made the twinge of guilt spread it's ugly claws through her veins.
However the black outfit offered a chance to interrupt Knight and Sam, it meant that she could delay intercourse with Thomas and have a chance to talk to Sam about everything. It meant that she would be able to have pleasure with Chelmsford, but it also meant that she would have a mistress too. And as much as she wanted to know more about Knight, it felt sneaky to gain that information from other sources.
Now Lara had to think about her loyalties. She was best friends with Sam, and that had to come first and foremost. Her loyalty to Knight was also high, though she had known him for such a short time; his relationship came with a multitude of tangled ropes attached. If she thought of that alone then the black outfit was the better option.
When Lara returned the phone to Thomas he gave her the packages in return. He shifted slightly as he did so, and it made her nether regions flood with heat. She took them gingerly and opened the first package. Out of it came a pink and black outfit that looked like a French Maid's costume. It wasn't all that bad really, and could probably be passed off as dress-up party costume. If the black one was similar then it wouldn't be too difficult.
But the black one wasn't similar not even close. It held none of the possible disguise of the first. It was nothing but black and red lace, and the only person she could dress up as in this would be a bedroom-ready lover.
"Oh my," Lara breathed, holding up the lace thing that slithered so eagerly out of it's wrapping. She looked at Thomas over his shoulder and couldn't help but notice the amused smirk on his face. "How crowded is the foyer?"
His answer was nothing more than a non-committal shrug.
Lara got to her feet quickly and ignored the way that her head spun. It was ten o'clock on a week day. If she left now most people would already be out for the day. Waiting another hour would probably see more people around, either coming home for lunch or going out. However, if she waited another hour she would at least be able to preserve some dignity.
Had Chelmsford chosen these outfits on purpose knowing which options Lara would rather choose?
With a heavy sight Lara let the pink and black outfit fall to the floor, as she pulled the black and red one over her head. When it was set in place (and barely covering anything more than she had covered when she was naked), she looked at Thomas.
"I really need to talk to Sam about things," she explained with a shrug and sigh. If she had been honest in the first place perhaps she could have avoided this option all together. That'll teach me.
"I just need to grab a couple of things before we go."
Lara ducked into her room and threw the items that Lady Chelsmford had gifted her with into a couple fo large paper botique bags. She also found her longest jacked and flung it over her shoulder. Coupled with a large handback tilted around to her behind, and two large paper botique bags, she was able to maintain some sembalnce of privacy.
Who am I kidding? Lara chided herself. When she walked back into the lounge room Thomas raised an eyebrow upon seing what she was carrying. Before he could offer to help her she dashed to the front door.
"Wouldn't want to leave the Mistresses gifts bedind," she shrugged before adding "oh, and isn't that breeze chilling. Better bring my jacked in case I stay late."
She dashed towards the front door, "Thomas, be a dear and pull the door shut behind you?" Lara called over her shoulder as she slipped through the door and made her way down to what was a hopefully empty lobby and a taxi waiting beyond.
Thomas's comment as he slipped through the door made Lara blush, and her hand fly to the top of her towel.
We both know you want me to see you naked. But did she? The part of her that was raised in a polite and erotophobic society cried out no. However, the shock of arousal that sizzled through her at his comment made her way to drop the towel right away.
Stop it, Sam is your best friend! Lara chided herself, remembering the horrible discussions that she'd had with Sam. She had been so careful to water down the truth, and so scared of what her friend would think of her. She hadn't had a chance to sit down and have a genuine chat with Samantha, but she knew that she needed to.
Lara had just resolved to keep the towel on for a little longer when she noticed Thomas's firm and throbbing cock sticking out of the front of his pants. Her lips were parted in surprise as he explained his exposure, but before Lara could ask for more details the phone rang.
Even if she hadn't heard what Thomas had said to Lady Chelmsford, she would have spoken. It was clear in the way his entire body straigthened and the respectful tone of his voice that it was his mistress.
"Hello?" Lara's voice quavered and her fingers took as she accepted the phone from Thomas.
Luckily for Lara she wasn't expected to speak just yet.
Lady Chelmsford's voice was strong, commanding, and had a hint of authority that Lara knew not to argue with.
I know you have been fucked by Thomas, if you enjoyed it and would like it to happen again then you must remove the towel you have and move to sit on his lap. Lara's eyes widened and wouldn't have been surprised if Chelmsford had just been reading her mind. A twinge of guilt unsettled her stomach and intensified the storm of nerves to a deadly squall.
Lara had given her word to Professor Knight that she would obey him in most things, and that apparently extended to Lady Chelmsford. Despite the enticing view of Thomas's rigid member she didn't want to hurt her best friend's feelings.
As she looked from Thomas's cock to the barely restrained curiosity in his face she wondered if he knew what the Lady was asking her. If she didn't drop the towel and sit on his lap, would he think that she didn't appreciate his efforts in the bedroom?
Lara wanted to howl with frustration. Instead she took a deep breath. Think about this logically, she told herself. That was how she solved all of her problems, this shouldn't be any different.
Lara repeated Lady Chelmsford's order in her mind. The question had two parts. If she enjoyed having sex with Thomas, and if she would like it to happen again. The answer to the first, beyond all doubt, was yes. She thoroughly enjoyed it. The answer to the second question was harder. On a primal level it was an unhalting yes, but if she threw in the trappings of polite society and expectations of friendship, the yes was wavering.
But, when it came down to it, the answers to both of the questions were a yes (and an affirmative on the second did not necessarily denote that she was willing to do it right there and then). And in one way, sitting on Thomas' lap naked was not that much more intimate than what Knight and Sam had done the night before.
There was barely a sound as Lara dropped the towel and padded over to Thomas. With a semi-apologetic smile she gently lowered her naked self onto his lap. The fabric was thick and rich beneath her skin, and she slid back just far enough so that she could feel his cock against her back, hot and heady.
When Lady Chelmsford continued talking Lara eyes the two packages before her, both wrapped in nondescript brown paper.
Another choice. Lara forgot about everything around her as she listened to the terms and conditions for this adventure.
When the phone clicked and then started beeping Lara was breathless. Neither of those two choices were completely comfortable. Well, if she was honest with herself there were three choices; the pink, the black, and to forget about this whole thing. The third was very tempting, but there was so much tied to this strange new world she'd fallen into that she couldn't leave, not yet (and if she was honest with herself, it was exceptionally arousing).
There were options that she liked and disliked in both of the options, but she had a feeling that there was no compromise. So, when it came down to it, she could either allow Knight the opportunity to sleep with Chelmsford, have sex with Thomas, and give Chelmsford pleasure, or she could possibly disrupt Knight's opportunity to proposition Sam, gain insight into Knight's life, enjoy sensual pleasure with Chelmsford and delay sleeping with Thomas.
If she selected the pink outfit then her desire to be drilled would be more than fulfilled, and she would be offering Knight something that she could only imagine he was desperate for. In addition, she would be allowing Samanthat the chance to make her own decisions about Knight. But then she would be having sex with Thomas, and as nice as that sounded it made the twinge of guilt spread it's ugly claws through her veins.
However the black outfit offered a chance to interrupt Knight and Sam, it meant that she could delay intercourse with Thomas and have a chance to talk to Sam about everything. It meant that she would be able to have pleasure with Chelmsford, but it also meant that she would have a mistress too. And as much as she wanted to know more about Knight, it felt sneaky to gain that information from other sources.
Now Lara had to think about her loyalties. She was best friends with Sam, and that had to come first and foremost. Her loyalty to Knight was also high, though she had known him for such a short time; his relationship came with a multitude of tangled ropes attached. If she thought of that alone then the black outfit was the better option.
When Lara returned the phone to Thomas he gave her the packages in return. He shifted slightly as he did so, and it made her nether regions flood with heat. She took them gingerly and opened the first package. Out of it came a pink and black outfit that looked like a French Maid's costume. It wasn't all that bad really, and could probably be passed off as dress-up party costume. If the black one was similar then it wouldn't be too difficult.
But the black one wasn't similar not even close. It held none of the possible disguise of the first. It was nothing but black and red lace, and the only person she could dress up as in this would be a bedroom-ready lover.
"Oh my," Lara breathed, holding up the lace thing that slithered so eagerly out of it's wrapping. She looked at Thomas over his shoulder and couldn't help but notice the amused smirk on his face. "How crowded is the foyer?"
His answer was nothing more than a non-committal shrug.
Lara got to her feet quickly and ignored the way that her head spun. It was ten o'clock on a week day. If she left now most people would already be out for the day. Waiting another hour would probably see more people around, either coming home for lunch or going out. However, if she waited another hour she would at least be able to preserve some dignity.
Had Chelmsford chosen these outfits on purpose knowing which options Lara would rather choose?
With a heavy sight Lara let the pink and black outfit fall to the floor, as she pulled the black and red one over her head. When it was set in place (and barely covering anything more than she had covered when she was naked), she looked at Thomas.
"I really need to talk to Sam about things," she explained with a shrug and sigh. If she had been honest in the first place perhaps she could have avoided this option all together. That'll teach me.
"I just need to grab a couple of things before we go."
Lara ducked into her room and threw the items that Lady Chelsmford had gifted her with into a couple fo large paper botique bags. She also found her longest jacked and flung it over her shoulder. Coupled with a large handback tilted around to her behind, and two large paper botique bags, she was able to maintain some sembalnce of privacy.
Who am I kidding? Lara chided herself. When she walked back into the lounge room Thomas raised an eyebrow upon seing what she was carrying. Before he could offer to help her she dashed to the front door.
"Wouldn't want to leave the Mistresses gifts bedind," she shrugged before adding "oh, and isn't that breeze chilling. Better bring my jacked in case I stay late."
She dashed towards the front door, "Thomas, be a dear and pull the door shut behind you?" Lara called over her shoulder as she slipped through the door and made her way down to what was a hopefully empty lobby and a taxi waiting beyond.