An Eventful Day

Gareth Wyatt took a deep breath before entering Croft Manor. It was one thing to **** a dumb whore, it was one thing to go into a room knowing a dumb slut is a dumb slut. But... this was Lara Croft. The Tomb Raider! He'd never personally dealt with someone this high profile.

He was faced with a Butler who looked about the age of Gareth's own father. Flanked by his men, he explained he was there to discuss something with Lady Croft.

She entered, barefoot and wearing only a bikini top and yoga pants. The top failed to cover her areolae, drawing attention to her hard nipples. He made a mental note to either pierce them with big metal hoops, or put her on medication to turn those massive melons into heavy udders. The yoga pants were painted on, stretched to the point of tearing/transparency, the front molded around her cunt to produce a very attention-grabbing cameltoe.

She had her hair, back to brunette, in a ponytail to meet her guests.

The large fat club owner leered at Lara as she arrived and he saw the way she reacted. Her face flushed, her breathing deepened. She was aroused.

"Hello whore, I'm Gareth Wyatt, Owner of the Yawning Pony, where you spent last night giving it away for free. I wanted to talk to you about your image and your new career."

~

Beatrice whined in a position she worked hard to avoid; Subbing.

She was bent over her own desk, being edged while writing a report on how her mistakes last night. Stood behind her, sawing in and out of her niece while fingering the arsehole of her protégé, Petunia Padgett took the younger blonde to task.

"I asked you to observe, not put yourself and your pet in the sights of the Remingtons." She reprimanded, with periodic smacks to Ms. Padgett's arse. Mrs. Padgett continued;

"I invited young James to 'compete' for Croft so I had time to clear my schedule. He would give up within a month, especially as he is due to visit America shortly. Now, because you stole Croft from him so soon after i "challenged" him, he will feel further aggrieved and look for compensation. He will fight for Croft now.

"And... to add further insult... your toy is to be stolen from you. No," she slapped Beatrice's arse harder to silence a protestation, "you weren't 'nearly finished with her'. You were going to keep her for your son's birthday and we both know it. Now... Remington will monopolise her time, use her to recoup his losses in the divorce and more. He will put two and two together and start matching us with other women we trained."

It was true, Beatrice cursed herself. She wanted to look powerful and flippant over Maxine getting blackmailed by someone else. She hadn't fully thought through the consequences.

There had to be a way to fix this!

~

Lara was on her knees, naked. She was surrounded by a dozen men. If they weren't fucking her throat or getting jerked off by her, they were jerking themselves off in preparation for getting a turn with her.

Lara's position was simple; she'd be working at the Yawning Pony every night. Unless it was Mrs. Padgett, Mr. Wyatt had complete control of her schedule. She would be charging the least, but be expected to earn enough in tips, that she wasn't keeping, to match the most expensive of Mr. Wyatt's Donkeygirls.

So... Mrs. Padgett had enough influence to do this? Lara squirmed. She'd also be taking over the "Lori Kraft" routine. The Tomb Raider herself was going to be performing at a stripclub... as a parody of herself.

"You should also be aware... we aren't going to protect your identity. If we're asked, we will tell them it's really you. Some won't believe. Others will. Do you understand? You aren't performing to keep us quiet. Performing will lead to it becoming known you are a whore.

oh fuck yesss

~

Jimmy was waiting for his Uncle. He'd ended up having an argument with his Dad and stormed out not long after getting home last night. He'd even forgotten his phone.

Dad didn't like Jimmy being in contact with Uncle Jack. Jack was Jimmy's Mother's Brother and Dad wanted nothing to do with his now Ex-Wife's Family.

Jimmy wasn't happy with his Mum too, but Uncle Jack had helped Jimmy out of a lit of scrapes that Dad didn't know about. It wasn't like Uncle Jack introduced Mum to the Gardener, the Chef, the Butler, the Driver, or anybody that was appearing on camera with Mum.

Jimmy sighed. It was one of the functions his Mum ran that Jimmy first saw Lara Croft. She'd been in the papers and yeah, she was sexy. But seeing her in the flesh... that's when he knew he had to fuck her.

And he had. Problem was he wanted to keep fucking her and while she seemed okay to still fuck him, he could tell he couldn't command her like he initially was able to.

He wouldn't have leaked anything. Too much of it now could burn him too and he didn't want that kind of press. Press he thought Lara didn't want either. Press his Mum was happily engaging with.

sigh

"Hey son, what's got you down?" Jimmy smiled at the arrival of his Uncle Jack.

Time to win.

~

There was a way to fix things.

"Beatrice! It's been ages!" James Remington Senior kissed Ms. Padgett's cheek as they sat down for dinner. "Thank-you, again, for that call earlier... it made my meeting much more fulfilling.

Beatrice winced. In hindsight, that information she floated to him would have been very useful right now. To make her move without it... she silenced those thoughts. It helped that James wasn't much older than her and his unfaithful wife wasn't due to flaws in the bedroom. Thank. God.

"Well, you always were generous at our fundraisers and it would be rude to not share it with you." Their Waiter took their order and their private room became private again. "But I am sure you are wondering things; how I learned it, how I knew to share it with you this morning, and why I asked you out to dinner." James' eyes narrowed and the blonde domme could see his mind puzzling over it. And she could further see the difference between him and his son... James the Elder was showing a fire that James the Younger... Jimmy... lacked.

"Yes... you might say I was c-curious?" Beatrice smiled. A barefoot rubbed the inside of James' leg.

"She is my current Babysitter... and when I managed to catch her red-handed..." her foot rose higher, rubbing his thigh, "I made her a dancer at the Yawning Pony." This was it, this was how she would protect her family from **** and scandal.

"I would like a male presence at home for my children James. Would you be interested?" Her foot reached his hardening bulge, pawing at it. In silent acceptance, James opened his fly and revealed his cock. Beatrice's other foot joined in rubbing and jerkingbthe man's shaft.

James Remington Senior was lonely, he was also horny as hell. His ex-wife was a nymphomaniac whore and he was used to a lot of sex. Being cut off and still seeing her getting railed was  not helping.

This woman, an acquaintance, had more or less admitted to being the reason little Maxine had been such a good fuck. And now she wanted him?

"What do you get out of this, really?" He groaned out. Damn this woman was good.

"A positive male influence, and as a united pair Maxine McGinnis will not find it so easy to seek **** or escape. I am..." just as James was ready to cum, Beatrice pulled her feet away and slid down to swallow his rod. The Head of the Remington Family erupted into her mouth and the blonde MILF gulped it down hungrily. "Mwaah," she kissed his cock as she cleaned him off, "not expecting romance, but I am open to it. You have sampled both my skill as a wife and as a teacher. I like to keep that private, which I believe is a trait we share that your former wife doesn't." Post-Nut Clarity strikes and James sees it. She doesn't want him using Maxine to dig into her affairs and take over. He probably would've. But... better to keep out and benefit if he can get a wife and still benefit than to take over a business and have a surly workforce.

"I think you are more romantic than you give credit for. I accept your proposal Beatrice, now I think we should let them serve us." Beatrice smiled up at him and rose to take her seat.

"Indeed, and when we're like this... please, call me Trixie."

~

Lara's dinner was much less dignified. Left a cum-stained mess by her new Boss, she'd gone to wash up again and come back downstairs to find a package from Mrs. Padgett.

Mrs. Padgett's letter included instructions and a location to be at at a certain time.

The outfit in the package... and the specific makeup and instructions... led to...

Lara stood in a council estate looking like she belonged there. And like a slut.

She walked into the local chippie and the fat, greasy, man behind the counter was quick to leer at her. Reciting the order she was given, she then patted herself down, lifting her tits up and letting them bounce before dramatically revealing she doesn't have cash or her card. The greasy man chuckled and opened a door at the side to walk her into the storeroom.

Close to a dozen greasy teenage boys turned to see their perv boss and what looked like a council estate cumdump. The deal was made; he'd fuck her, then the boys would get to fuck her face on their breaks, then she could leave with her order.

The owner wasn't long, but he was thick. And rough.

The boys weren't much lighter on her. Not a single one cared to ask her name. They just used.

The sun had set and she was moving on wobbly legs when she finally left with her order. Mrs. Padgett was waiting for her at the bench Lara had been told to meet her at. The older woman took the offering and set it next to her, leaving no room on the bench for Lara. The Tomb Raider took the hint and knelt in front of her Mistress.

"I don't often order a fish supper for myself, it all goes to my arse. How did it feel Lara?" Lara squirmed in front of Mrs. Padgett, which made the impatient woman slap her. "Speak, whore!" She commanded.