Junior Butler Needed

The next morning, Lara awoke in her bed; her naked body stained with sweat and cum, Duncan asleep next to her.
Sliding out of bed and slipping on a thin, ruby-coloured robe, Lara walked to her office and turned her lap-top on.
Devon had noticed that the Lady had awoken, and entered with a tray filled with scones, toast and tea.
“Lady Croft, may I suggest a bath?” Devon asked, all too conscious of why Lady Croft smelled the way she did.
“Good idea Devon, I’ll have a bath after breakfast. Now I have some work to do.”
“Yes, Lady Croft.” Devon exited the office.
Lara made some calls and wrote some mails, every once in a while drinking some tea and eating some of the food, and after half an hour, she had gotten results.
Duncan was one hell of a lover alright, but she needed something in contrast to his rough Scottish style, and she had to admit that she’d probably wear him out if she didn’t acquire a second lover.
The man she had found via her connections seemed fitting alright: Rene Daudier, a Frenchman. He too was without a criminal record, and in a mail, his former employer and a friend of the Croft family guaranteed that Daudier would someday make an excellent butler.
So, she made some calls and had soon arranged it so that Rene would be contacted and most probably arrive at Croft Manor the same evening.
After taking a long, warm bath, Lara decided that her fitness training could take place outdoors today, and headed down to the pool.
She dropped the robe on a chair and stood naked on the patio, her nubile body basking in the warm summer sun.
Lara began going through the motions, working her body hard.
She most certainly constituted a beautiful sight, as she moved around naked, dealing out deadly blows and kicks to an imaginary enemy.
Finally, after almost an hour of punishing training, Lara decided that her training was complete.
“Great, I’m all sweaty again.” She looked down over her fit, sweat-soaked body.
Smiling to herself, she dove into the pool, loving how the cool water embraced her.
Breaking the surface again, she swung her head, her soaked, unleashed hair cascading down her shoulders.
Settling down against the edge of the pool, she could hear the sound of an engine not too far away.