Give them autographs, but make them work for them

Lara smirked at her luck. Two gullible boys was exactly what she needed.

When she opened the door, she saw two blushing boys. They were so nervous they almost shook.

"Well hello there, gentlemen" Lara purred and made sure to flutter her large fake eyelashes for them. As she arched her back and made her even larger, even faker breasts jut out towards toward.

"What can I do for you?" She licked her lips seductively, it was a mere routine movement for her when she wanted something.

"We... er," the first boy to open his mouth choked up. His shaking hands was clutching a calendar for 2008. There was a picture of a ten years younger Lara Croft on all fours displaying a perfectly rounded oiled up butt clad in a pair of tiny white bikini briefs. Lara was turning her neck and staring suggestively at the camera.

The other boy spoke up.

"We'd please,uh, like some grauto- uh, autog-g-graphs, please, lady Croft!"

Lara's heavily augmented lips parted to reveal a pearly white smile. This boy was clutching a calendar from 2009 with Lara holding her bikini top with one arm, and barely covering her nipples with the other, smiling dirtily to the camera as her thin tan lines were on display.

That photo had been 9 breast augmentation operations ago.

"They look much bigger and better now," Lara lied to herself as she jiggled her monstrous breasts a little for the boys to see.

"Please, gentlemen, call me Lara," she said in a husky voice.

"O-k-kay, Lara," the first boy had found his voice again, "Could you please autograph our pictures, please? We are your biggest fans!"

"Of course, I'd love to autograph the calendars. But maybe you could do something for me first?"

Looking somewhat like deer caught in her massive headlights the two boys nodded slackjawed at the former tomb raider.