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“Now, ladies and gentlemen,” Leaning forwards, Gerald St. James began speaking again while offering Lara a smile that she wasn’t sure if she approved of, “if Miss Croft would be so kind as to join me up here…”
Despite St. James’ expression reminding her of the qualms that she had about him, Lara had to hold back a moan as she was simultaneously bombarded by more images of the crowd partaking in one massive orgasm. Shaking her head and making a concerted effort to keep her hands away from her wet, bald pussy, Lara formulated her response.

“I’d be glad to,” Lara replied, in a slow and controlled fashion, being careful not to reveal any emotion in it other than faked politeness.
Satisfied at her response, Gerald leaned back again, making it perfectly clear to Lara that their short conversation was over. For now.
As the doors of the arena were pulled open again, Lara threw a glance towards her four opponents, if that was the correct term with which to describe them, and had to release a moan when she spotted Augustus’ cock being semi-erect as he laid on the ground, his massively muscular upper body propped up on his elbows as he smiled at her.

Looking over the others as well, Lara imagined that she wouldn’t have to do much to get them all back to sporting raging hard-ons again, and her imagination became particularly dirty when her gaze fell upon Argos’ dick. While feeling her legs start to tremble as she eyed Argos’ schlong lustfully, Lara had the thought race through her head that since she’d already had him in her mouth and her pussy, wouldn’t it be nice to find out what his cock felt like in her ass? His was probably the thickest cock of the four, and Lara let out a horny sigh as she imagined it stretching her tight, balloon-knot asshole unlike anything before it. But then again, Lara thought as her attention drifted back towards Augustus’s dick, his member possessed such a girth that it could probably rival Argos’ in that department. At some point, hopefully in the near future, she’d have to settle for once which of them was thickest.
Regaining her composure, Lara chuckled at her own dirty mind, then blew the four men a kiss before proceeding to spin around and walk out of the arena, swaying her hips a lot more than what was strictly necessary as she walked away from her four lovers and the crowd, the members of which remained divided in their reaction to how she’d won the “fight”.
When she passed through the doors and back into the sunlit area just beyond them, Lara found herself face-to-face once more with the woman who had escorted her to and from the arena earlier, and whom had, possibly by accident, watched her finger herself to a powerful orgasm right before her last fight. A tanned blonde, her golden hair fell in curls down her head and onto her shoulders, the woman was wearing a smart two-piece, black business suit, although the skirt was cut high enough to show off an ample amount of her long, toned legs, and the jacket was left unbuttoned to reveal how her full, round breasts filled out the white blouse that she wore underneath it. A pair of black high-heels rounded off the woman’s outfit, and slung over her right arm was the robe that Lara had worn earlier.

“Is it any use, me offering you this?” The blonde asked Lara with a nervous smile as she held out the robe.

“Certainly,” Lara replied, accepting the robe and putting it on, though she didn’t bother tying the sash around her waist, meaning that the robe was hanging loose on her curvaceous form, leaving her pussy and her tits completely exposed, along with her feminine stomach and the top of her strong thighs.

“Now, what do you think… do I look fit for an audience with Gerald St. James?” Lara asked, putting her hands on her hips and pushing her chest out. She couldn’t help but to release a naughty giggle at the colour that was suddenly added to the blonde’s cheeks as she ogled Lara’s body.

“Definitely,” the blonde replied, after a few seconds of hesitation.

“Good. I’m Lara, by the way,” Lara said, offering the blonde her hand.

“I’m Katarina,” the blonde replied, shaking Lara’s hand.
As they greeted each other, Lara felt a strange sensation spreading through her body. Thus far, she’d enjoyed teasing the other woman just a little, most likely due to the horniness still present in her system in the wake of her first fivesome. But now, as she looked straight at Katarina’s face, she could feel something akin to nervousness take hold of her as it dawned on her just how attractive she found the other woman to be. Despite her nerves, Lara refrained from closing the robe.

“I’m supposed to take you round to the front of the building,” Katarina explained, after another short silence had gone past, “the main entrance’s there.”

“Alright,” Lara nodded, and the two of them began to move, Katarina walking half a step in front of Lara.

“So,” Lara bit her lip and felt her heart skip a beat before she continued with the question that she’d been meaning to ask, “how long had you been watching? Earlier, I mean.”

“A little while,” Katarina’s lips formed into a mischievous smile, despite her cheeks growing darker once again, “I would have said something, but you seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

“I was,” Lara admitted. She was surprised at how quickly she was beginning to come to terms with the fact that she was attracted to another woman. Still, Lara thought, she shouldn’t be too surprised by that, not after she’d had sex with four men in front of an audience.
Thinking back to what it had been like to have a quartet of hung, muscular studs treat her to a wild, passionate little gangbang made Lara let out a horny sigh, and she immediately received a quizzical glance from Katarina, who kept looking at Lara’s face as they went along down the gravelled ground that surrounded the arena.

“Did you watch the fight?” Lara asked, no longer pretending that her recent fuck session was the sole reason for her current state of immense arousal.

“Yes,” Katarina gave Lara a shallow nod of her head.

“What did you think?” Lara’s question was a spontaneous one, and she still wasn’t exactly sure of where she wanted the conversation to go.
A hesitant “Well, the crowd seemed sort of ambiguous about it,” constituted Katarina’s answer to Lara’s question.

“Yes, but did you like it?” Lara immediately pressed on.
Lara’s question prompted Katarina to stop dead in her tracks, and a few moments of silent staring into each other’s eyes went by before she finally nodded her head.

“Good,” Lara broke out into a radiant smile.
Once they’d passed through a set of tall, heavy metal doors and past the anteroom of the Colosseum, the two women began their ascent up a set of wide stairs leading up to the stands. At this point, Lara purposefully fell behind to walk roughly two steps behind Katarina, something which allowed her to ogle how the blonde’s heart-shaped ass filled out her skirt to the point where it was easy to make out the inner curvature of her full, round buttocks.
Halfway up the stairs, Katarina threw a glance behind her and, smiling at where Lara’s attention was currently at, began to sway her hips in a rhythmic, exaggerated fashion for Lara’s benefit. The horizontal swaying of Katarina’s hips, along with the short cut of her skirt, meant that Lara got a glimpse or two of the lower curvature of her sexy ass.
Left speechless by Katarina’s behaviour, as well as the delayed realization where she’d been resting her gaze, Lara didn’t say anything more during the remainder of their walk. Neither did Katarina.
The crowd was still present when Lara was brought out onto the stands, and as every set of eyes turned towards them, particularly the scandalously attired Lara, her gaze in turn was directed towards the arena grounds. To her disappointment, she found that Argos, Augustus, Marx and Robert had already exited the arena, and as Katarina guided her to St. James’ seat, she wondered if she’d ever meet them again. She very much hoped that she would, she decided as her thoughts of them caused the pleasurable itch between her legs to become more pronounced.

“Ah, Miss Croft. How nice of you to join us,” St. James greeted Lara in a tone that she found distinctly less pleasurable.

“Sir Gerald,” Lara gave the man a curt nod of her head whilst refusing the smug smile that was glued to his face. If he was aiming to shame her for her behaviour, she was damned if she’d allow him the satisfaction of succeeding in that endeavour.

“Quite an interesting tactic you used there, I must say,” St. James said, loud enough for those seated nearest to his pavilion to overhear, “But then I suppose the best way to win is to find those particular areas in which you’re strongest.”

“It is,” Lara replied in a determined tone while she glanced at how Katarina moved in to stand directly behind St. James’ seat.

“Unfortunately, it appears as though I’m unable to discuss the exact details of our continued cooperation at this time,” St. James continued on, unfazed by the steely look that Lara was using to meet his more amused one, “I have to entertain my guests, you see. But perhaps you can return tomorrow?”

“Alright,” Lara’s reply was once again delivered with the utmost care taken to avoid revealing any emotions, “but I’d like a shower before I leave.”

“Yes, it rather does look like you need one.” It wasn’t what St. James had said that made Lara’s blood boil, it was once again that smug smile that left her **** to shut him up somehow. Not only did she have serious qualms about working for him, made worse by the knowledge that she couldn’t say up her collaboration with him without risking her career and good name, but now it seemed that his way of relaxing was to behave like a smarmy, arrogant oaf. And worse still, several of the blue-blooded halfwits sitting nearest to him actually chuckled at his comments.

“Sir Gerald, I’d like the use of one of your suites, you can have one of your girls show me there,” Suddenly, Lara was speaking in a voice that made it perfectly clear to everyone listening that she wasn’t about to allow herself to be second-guessed by anyone, especially not Sir Gerald.

“Katarina,” Lara pressed on, speaking in a clear, rapid manner that left no openings for interrupting, “I want you to round up all the handsome, hung studs that you can possibly find in here, and bring them to me.”

“You see,” Although she was addressing Sir Gerald, Lara was looking straight at a man sitting in the row behind and to the left of Sir Gerald’s pavilion, a fairly handsome guy who hadn't shown any signs of being amused at her expense, “I’m still desperately horny for hard, thick cocks.”

“J-Jenna,” For the faintest of moments, Sir Gerald actually seemed about to loose his composure, though he was already regaining it when the young woman sitting behind his left shoulder shot to her feet at the mention of her name, “take Miss Croft to the Regency room.”

“Yes, Sir Gerald,” the dark-skinned, slender woman dressed in a faux Greek dress with a black belt round her slender waist replied, rushing to move up next to Lara.

“Until next time, Sir Gerald,” Lara said farewell to St. James, whose face remained a shade whiter than it had before, and as he offered her a quick reply, she was already shifting her gaze towards a subtly smiling Katarina.

“I’ll see you shortly,” Lara said to Katarina, who replied by nodding at Lara and widening her smile.

“What you did in the arena…” The pretty young woman named Jenna began, once she and Lara were outside and heading back towards St. James’ manor, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Didn’t it look like I did?” Lara shot back with a saucy smile, happy to be able to do something about the arousal that had been building inside her by teasing the younger, most likely much less experienced woman.

“Uh-huh,” Jenna offered Lara a brief, nervous glance before resuming looking straight ahead.

“Good, because I did,” Lara paused for a short moment, then continued on, “Why wouldn’t I? I had four strong, handsome men play fighting over which one of them would get to fuck me, before all four of them came in my mouth.”

“Have you ever had a man do that, Jenna?” Lara asked.
Jenna nodded, while her face assumed the same colour as a beetroot.

“Did you spit?” Lara’s next question was only met with a nervous giggle from Jenna, prompting her to continue on speaking, “Don’t. It’s much nicer to savour the taste and texture of it before swallowing it down.”

“Either in small sips,” As she spoke, Lara thought about what it would be like to lift up Jenna’s dress to reveal her pussy and well-shaped ass, “or in big, greedy gulps.”

“And to return to the original topic of conversation, you should have seen the things I let those studs do to me in the shower,” Lara finished off, to the sound of an excited gasp coming from Jenna.
Not wanting to tease the young woman too much, since she wanted her to enjoy the company of an older, bolder woman, Lara fell silent again. And because Jenna was understandably tongue-tied, neither of them had spoken at the point when Jenna had led Lara through St. Gerald’s manor to the mysteriously named Regency room.
Said room turned out to be very classily decorated, with old furniture made out of the wood from trees no doubt grown and felled in England, then crafted into exquisite pieces by master artisans who were long dead. Most impressive in Lara’s mind was the wide, sturdy King-sized bed, which looked large enough to house her and four or five more people.

“Nice,” Lara commented, before turning towards Jenna and offering her an impish smile before adding “Care to join me while I wait for the others?”
Not possessing much experience of being with other women, other than some kissing and fondling that had mostly taken place during her time at university, Lara had only meant to tease Jenna.
Thus, it was her turn to loose the ability to speak when the flustered young woman, probably not much older than twenty, met her gaze and took a step towards her. Feeling Jenna’s hands on her hips, Lara had just enough time to let out a gasp before the other woman kissed her.
Lara placed her hands on Jenna’s ass and returned the kiss, letting her slip her tongue into her mouth. Then, just as Lara was really starting to enjoy herself, Jenna broke off the kiss and pulled back, moving out of Lara’s grasp and shaking her head and looking apologetic before spinning around and darting back out of the corridor.

“Wait!” Lara cried out, but by the time she’d made it to the doorway, Jenna had already disappeared from view.

“Well, that was odd…” Muttering to herself, Lara couldn’t resist the temptation to play with herself any longer, and quickly brought her right hand to her sex.

“Still, it looks like I enjoyed it…” Lara purred, raising her head and giving the image of herself in the full-body mirror mounted on the wall opposite to the bed a naughty smile, which rapidly grew even more unchaste as she rubbed her own juices all over her fingers and then brought them up in front of her mouth.
As she licked her fingers clean of the taste of her own pussy, a taste that she was becoming more and more infatuated each time that she sampled it, Lara snaked her left arm out of the robe, leaving the garment to hang off her right shoulder.
Casually slipping out of the robe completely and leaving it to sail down onto the floor, Lara found her way to the bathroom and, thankful for it being equipped with a walk-in shower, rinsed herself of the sand and sweat that had made its way onto her soft, smooth skin during the course of her latest fight.
Fighting the urge to finger herself, Lara finished the shower and didn’t bother towelling, instead making her way back into the bedroom and stepping in front of the mirror.

“I’m such a hot, naughty slut,” Lara grinned at the image of herself in the mirror, her grin intensifying as both her hands made their way to her flawlessly shaped boobs and her fingers found her stiff nipples. Giving both of them a gentle pinch, Lara moaned hard and had the last of her self-control fade away. As fast as she could, she brought her right hand in between her legs and slipped two fingers past her labia. That wasn’t nearly enough though, and a few seconds later, Lara had her clit caught between the index and middle finger of her left hand, and she began to tease it gently whilst pumping two digits in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Lara suddenly heard Katarina say from behind her. Rather than to spin around, Lara looked over her shoulder at the blonde, pulling her lips further back when she saw that the blonde was standing in front of several men.

“Why?” Lara said, backing up her smile with a sexy giggle before finally turning around and letting her hands move away from her sex.
Katarina didn’t move back as Lara confidently strode up towards her.
With her pulse far more rapid that was normal, courtesy of both her nervousness and the state of arousal that she was immersed in, Lara reached Katarina and didn’t waste any time in bringing her lips into contact with hers.
As she heard the gathered men let out a collective groan of lust at what they were seeing, Lara became aware of Katarina’s hands roaming up and down over her naked body, and returned the favour by placing both her hands on Katarina’s chest. The blouse that Katarina was wearing wasn’t thicker than that Lara could easily find her hard nipples, and she played with them for a while whilst fencing tongues with the blonde, juices starting to exit her honeypot and trickle down her legs while she wondered just how far she and Katarina would go.
Then she began to fidget with the buttons of Katarina’s blouse, doing her best to get them open.

“Just… just rip it off me,” Katarina said after she pulled her head back and broke off the kiss, sounding slightly out of breath as she gave Lara a dirty look.
Barely had Katarina finished talking before Lara had done as ordered, sending buttons flying across the room and revealing the skimpy purple bra in which Katarina’s big, shapely tits were contained.

“This too?” Lara asked, and got a nod and another horny glance from Katarina, after which she showed off her strength by ripping apart the bra.
Seconds later, and Katarina was topless, her sexy rack jiggling softly as she and Lara continued to explore each other’s bodies. Her skirt was the next to go, sliding down her long legs to leave her clad only in a tiny purple thong that just managed to cover her pussy, and the fabric wasn’t dark enough to hide the wetness that was seeping out of her quim.

“This too?” Lara asked again, feigning innocence while wrapping her fingers round the spaghetti-strap waistband of Katarina’s underwear.

“Yes!” Katarina cried out, over the sound of fabric tearing as Lara freed her of the thong, the blonde’s eyes closing and her head dropping back slightly as Lara left her wearing only her high heels.

Looking down at Katarina’s crotch to see a thin patch of blonde pubes running upwards from the top of her glistening snatch, Lara twisted her face into a horny grimace. She was completely naked and face to face with an equally unclad, utterly gorgeous blonde. And to top it all off, there were a whole group of men watching her, all of them waiting expectantly for what was to come next.