With utmost respect

Lara saw Scott standing the large main doorway with his arms crossed, then his arms in his pockets, then straight down by his sides. In fact, he didn't seem sure where to keep them.

"Hi Lar- uh, miss Croft", Scott said, motioning her inside and keeping sure to keep his eyes on hers rather than down her cleavage.

Lara nodded to him. Unsure of what to say, she went past him indoors.

Lara and Scott had become acquainted several years before this. Scott had contacted Lara to hire her for a project. Or so he had said, the real reason had been to seduce her and being able to tell people he had fucked the famous Lara Croft. Scott had been, and still was, very used to getting his way and especially with ladies. He had been involved in several scandals regarding both **** and sex. He had always, however, managed to get out of whatever trouble he had gotten into, except for the Lara Croft Incident

He had arranged to meet her in the VIP floor of an exclusive night club. To be at a private place where he knew all could see he was getting some. Several paparazzi (and people with camera phones) had been present at the venue.

Lara had, of course, seen through his ridiculous plan and had stripped him of his pants and dangled him over the nightclub floor from the handrail of the VIP floor until he pleaded his guilt and told her he was ever so sorry, for everyone to see.

After that, he had been terrified of Lara, and never bothered her again.

"Uhm," Scott struggled to find a focal point on Lara's body, "did you want to ask me something? Perhaps we should go to the lounge?"

"I guess that would be okay," Lara answered in a humorless voice. Her mind was occupied with other things. Even though the physical evidence had disappeared, she still felt horny after the treatment Jimmy had given her.

Scott was thirty years of age and looked reasonably athletic. He wore a baseball cap, and a tight shirt with a couple of buttons open to flash some pretty much unreadable tattooed letters on his chest. At the moment, he wore a pair of grey slacks.

They got into the lounge, it had two chairs and a small couch around a small coffee table. In the center of the room stood a large pool table. Lara sat down in one of the chairs.

"Can I offer you anything to drink, miss?" Scott tried his best to be polite.

"A glass of water would be nice." Lara thought through what she might have to do as the rich young man went and got a glass of water for her, while pouring a large glass of whisky for himself. He drank half right away to calm his nerves, before refilling it.

Scott sat down in the couch opposite Lara.

"So," he said, still uncomfortable despite nothing bad having happened yet."You needed a favour?"

Lara cleared her throat and took a sip of the icy water.

"Well..." She hesitated a bit "I need to borrow some money."

Scott looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

"But you're loaded?"

Lara looked down at the floor, this was so embarrassing.

"Yes," she struggled not to stutter, she had never actually begged for money before. "But I need a quite large amount, in cash, fast. And my funds are somewhat indisposed at the moment."

Scott was too surprised to say anything. He just stared slackjawed at the beautiful woman sitting in front of him.

Lara shoved the table between them a little to the side. And moved slightly forward to the edge of the chair.

"Two thousand pounds," she almost whispered.

Scott fiddled a bit with a ring on one of his fingers.

"Um, I'm afraid I don't have that kind of cash just lying around." He managed to say in a slightly trembling voice. He had no idea what was happening, but due to his earlier dealings with the sexy but dangerous adventuress, he was careful.

Lara knew this was a load of crap. Scott was the kind of guy that always had cash lying around, if only just to throw it around and impress his friends.

She hated doing this, but she saw no other way. She slid slowly down on her knees in front of him and touched one of his knees with her hand.

"Please, Scott," she looked into his confused eyes and squeezed him a bit, "I need that money tonight."

Even though Scott had fucked over a hundred women, and most of them had been after his money, he hadn't understood what was going on until now. And even with Lara on her knees in front of him asking for cash, he was not entirely sure.

To test her, Scott moved opened his legs a bit more, and moved his crotch ever so slightly towards Lara's face. She reacted by moving her face a tiny inch toward him. Her eyes were fixed at the outlines of his cock.

Scott proceeded with caution.

"Have you gotten mixed up in some kind of trouble, Lara?" He asked, as if he cared He could feel his dick hardening slightly under Lara's warm, slightly agitated breath.

The famous archeologist stretched her long neck to look up at him. Her large breasts rested lightly against his member. Lara bit her lower lip. She was becoming more aroused as well.

"Nothing serious," her voice was thick "I just need it. Badly."

Scott's world opened into a new dimension.

YES YES YES! GOD DAMMIT FUCKING YES! He screamed inside his head. When he had gotten up this morning, he had been afraid of two women, his mother and Lara Croft. Now, he was only afraid of one.

Struggling not to rush it, he grabbed Lara's head with one hand, softly, and rubbed the smooth skin of her neck.

Lara made a little gasp from the pleasurable feeling. She pressed her head against the palm.

With a firm motion, Scott drew her head down towards his crotch. He held Lara's face against his twitching cock. The feeling of her fine features in his lap almost made him afraid of cumming in his pants.

Oh yeah, Lara, he thought, you've had this coming for a long time.