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Lara found herself standing on a seedy street corner. Her usual expedition attire was replaced by a pair of ten inch heels, a super short pink vinyl skirt that barely covered her arse and a skimpy pink halter top that did nothing to cover her perky boobs. A car pulled up next to her and rolled down the window on the passenger side. Lara leaned in and purred, ”Hey handsome, want some fun? I'll blow you for four million.”

”Get in”

Lara suddenly woke up. She tossed her sleeping mask to the side and blinked at the morning light coming through her large bedroom windows. It was past 10.

”Bloody hell, what a nightmare,” she grunted as she sat up.

Her silk sheets were twisted around her body and her panties felt soaked and sticky between her legs. Bloody hell, her hand felt sticky too. Then she noticed the breakfast tray and newspaper discreetly placed at the side of her bed. Bollocks, Winston must be back from his vacation. And he had probably seen her almost completely naked and touching herself.

”Oh well, this was probably not the first time to be honest.”

Lara eyed the headlines of the paper as she sipped her coffee... and took a spoonful of sticky greek yoghurt in her mouth. Suddenly the events of last night dawned on her.

”Fuck, did I really given a some chap a blowjob... for money? Or was that just a dream too?”

She opened her laptop and accessed her Zürich bank account, and sure enough, her net worth had just increased with 4 000 000 GBP. Lara smiled.

”What's the difference between a whore and a business woman?” she thought ”Around four million quid, tax free."

The shame she felt last night was almost gone. Lara was good at leaving unpleasant experiences behind her and moving on with her life. At least that was what she told herself.

”Who was he? Probably just some private school twat with a father in finance. Who cares, I'll never see him again.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone next to the bed. She picked it up and Winston's cordial voice was at the other end.

”Sorry to disturb your breakfast, Miss Croft, but there is a telephone call to you from a Mr. ’Jimmy’. He insists that it's most urgent.”

Lara's heart sank.