Her money and a few surprises

Lara was still laying covered in cum on the floor when Scott came back into the room. He had a brown paper bag and a few other items with him.

"I brought you some new clothes, Lara, since we ripped yours to shreds! Some slut left them here ages ago. You might as well take them."

Lara looked submissively up at him, still too physically and emotionally tired to get up. Scott put her new clothes on the couch. He picked up Lara's panties and looked at them, they were still a little moist.

"I'll take these for my trophy collection,"

"Now," he said "Let's get you the fuck out of here before any of the neighbours see what kind of sluts are hanging around the mansion!"

"Charles," Scott was talking to someone else suddenly "Take Lara's new clothes and fee and come with me!"

Lara sat up lightning fast and covered her breasts when she understodd that there was someone else in the room, only to be reminded the hard way she still had a candle up her ass. Pain shot through her butt and she got up on her knees instead.

"Don't worry Lara," Scott gloated, "Charles is an impotent old prick who has seen it all before."

Lara looked over at a stonefaced butler. He looked old and extremely disinterested in her naked body. He looked as if he indeed had seen a lot of crazy things before, and now he had to watch a world famous adventuress shit a candle.

With a few groans and the assistance of her hand, Lara got rid of the candle and left it on the floor. Scott watched for a few seconds and then pulled her up by the arm. He dragged her aggressively on her weakened legs through the big house and to the front door. The butler followed them silently with Lara's belongings. If he felt anything at all, guilt or happiness to see Lara and his employer like this, he didn't reveal it.

Scott stopped before the door and nodded to his butler who offered him the brown paper bag with the money. Scott grabbed a few notes from it.

"Here Lara," he said, sticking one of them in the cum on her forehead "take your fucking fee! Thats ten!"

He stuck another note in her face, "Twenty! Money makes you horny, doesnt it?" and another "Thirty! That's why you always go around nicking valuables!"

He wedged the last note between her buttocks.

"Forty!"

He grabbed the money bag from Charles and threw it down on the stairs so money flew everywhere. He shoved Lara out so she landed on her knees outside the door in the rainy night.

"And two thousand! Better pick it up before it becomes to wet," Scott laughed. He watched for a while as the naked and disgraced tomb raider crawled shamefully around his stairs picking up wet money.

Scott took Lara's shoes and threw one of them down the stairs. He pointed towards a fountain about thirty yards away.

"You can wash yourself off over-" he threw the other shoe, it landed in the fountain with a splash "-there!" Scott nodded affirmingly at his own throw.

"Maybe I'll call you up later for some slut shaming, Lara. Good bye"

He turned to the butler

"Make sure she doesn't get inside again."

Scott walked into his mansion whistling happily while the butler moved into the open doorway blocking the path into the house. He gazed disinterested at her while she gathered the last of the money into the bag.

The rain and cold air was freezing, but at least it had somewhat cleared up Lara's groggy mind. She removed the notes stuck in her face and got up.

"Uhm, look," she said, starting to apologize to the butler. He interrupted and in a dry voice said:

"It is not my job to pass judgement on what the master or his female friends do, lady Croft." He handed her her jacket along with the new clothing and a towel.

"I bid you a good night m'lady", he stood like a statue, only his mouth was moving.

Lara sighed, turned around and went down the stairs, the wet stone was cold under her feet. She heard the door close behind her with a crash.

She found her first shoe at the bottom of the stairs and picked it up before she walked to the fountain.

The water wasn't perfectly clean, but it was cleaner than her, she washed the cum and dried up spit away from her face and tits. Then she waded out into the cold water to find her shoe. The water reached to just above her knees. She squatted down and scooped up some water to wash her pussy and ass. The cold water stung against her sensitive parts. She picked the note out of her ass and leant over to put it in the bag.

After eventually fishing out her shoe, she got out of the cool water and dried herself off as good as possile. Her body felt numb with cold when she got on to putting her new clothes on.

It wasn't until now that Lara understood they weren't as much clothes as they were frames. The top had an outrageous cleavage. It showed off as much of Lara's immense tits as it concealed. It was also a couple of sizes too small, so the soft fabric clung thightly to her flat stomach and ended just above her bellybutton. On top of it all, it's colour was a bright pink.

She didn't feel much more dressed after putting on the skirt Scott had given her. It was a grey and white plaid skirt that ended just below her buttocks. If she bent forward only a few inches, her pussy would be in full display from behind. She could actually feel the wind rustling her short pubic hair.

At least the jacket provided her with some warmth. She put on her shoes, one of which were soggy, and walked back to the taxi.

The driver had planned on moaning a bit about how long he had to wait for her, but when he saw Lara's new attire in the shine from the headlights he simply forgot how to complain.

Lara got into the backseat. The driver stared at her in the mirror. Her large protruding nipples were clearly outlined just a small inch under the neckline of her top. Lara could see him shifting uncomfortably in his seat, discreetly pressing down at the crotch area of his pants before he spoke.

"So, hrmh" he cleared his throat "where to, miss?"

She gave him Jimmy's adress and they took off.

The feeling of being this exposed in front of a stranger combined with the smooth vibrations of the car made Lara unvolunterily horny. The fact that she had to sit with her legs slightly apart pressing her skirt down to conceal her bare pussy didn't help fend off the dirty feelings either.

The driver was silent the whole trip, but kept shifting in his seat and checking the mirror. Lara was almost afraid they would crash, but after a short drive they arrived at Jimmy's house.

"I'll be right back to pay you!" Lara took the paper bag and jumped out of the car after a quick glance at the meter. It showed £194. The wind felt soothing to her hot pussy now, the car ride had taken it's toll. It had even stopped raining, and Lara felt almost happy that everything had worked out.

When she walked the short tiled path to Jimmy's house, however, she noticed the windows were dark. A bad feeling immediately rose in her stomach. She pressed the door bell and heard the stupid tune. Nothing. She pressed it again and again until she furiously stamped her finger on the button.

The tune kept playing as if it was mocking her.

No, Lara thought, where are you Jimmy?!

She walked around the house. Dark everywhere. When she reached the front door again she pushed the doorbell a last couple of times before giving up.

The taxi stood there with the motor running.

Lara considered making a run for it, he probably wouldn't catch her. But then again he knew her name, and the taxi company had her phone number.

What the hell, she thought, her mouth shrunk into a determined line, she had decided what to do.