Introduce Lara.

You do a few more missions with each of their guys, their personal plotlines advancing, until the game takes control away from you, just as it does after the jewel store job, and loads you into a new character's mission.

After seeing the title "The Executive" flash up on the screen, you're given a view of the city, from a high-above penthouse. As the camera pans, it coems to rest on two people, a powerfully built older man, and a younger, voluptuous white girl, both naked, as the man rails the woman. The two of them look out on the city beneath them as they fuck up against the plate glass window

"Ugh! Take it, you little Limey whore!" The man, an American moans roughly, as he rails the brunette, seizing her long braid and using it as a handle.

The woman beneath him mewls submissively. As he pulls her back and throws her down onto the bed, you're given control over another interactive sex scene.

You can swap through a variety of positions. Missionary, doggystyle, one with Lara on her stomach, the man with his foot on her neck as he crouches above her, pounding her snatch. You can see a bar, roughly telling you how close Lara's trick is to coming. He likes to change positions frequently, but also prefers positions where he is physically dominant to Lara.

As the bar fills, you're given a special option, to try sitting on his face.

Lara does. As she lowers her wet cunt to her lover's face, he resists a little, but eventually relents.

As Lara rides his face, you pan the camera to drink in her body. Her flawless skin, great ass, and the braid that goes halfway down her back. The British woman steadies herself on the headboard, clearly enjoying herself as she recieves oral pleasure.

After a few seconds a new option appears, one you definitely don't recall from your previous sex scenes.

"****".

Curious, you hit the button. Lara dismounts the man's face. He's eager for more, out of his mind with lust. He kisses at Lara's body, his cock rock hard.

"I've got an idea." Lara remarks, in an ultra crisp and posh English accent. "Something you've likely never seen before."

"Anything!" the man agrees eagerly.

"Come." Lara beckons, lying on her back. Opening her legs, she guides the man to lie beneath her, also on his back, with his head between her thighs.

"What now?" the American asks, a little confused.

"You can stroke your cock, if you'd like." Lara says, the words sounding extra dirty in her voice. As horny as he is, he's not about to refuse.

Lara chuckles to herself, letting a hand go down between her thighs, she playfully slaps her mark's face.

"Love... I can't believe you were thick enough to fall for this." the Englishwoman remarks.

An instant later, she tightens her thighs around his neck, mercilessly smothering all life from him. The poor bastard doesn't even have time to take his hand off his prick.

Once Lara was confident he'd expired, she released her hold on his neck. She watches, as the dead man slips over the edge, his final nut spurting high and hard, almost hitting the ceiling before raining down on his own stomach.

"Well love, I hope it was as good for you as it was profitable for me." Lara quips, moving over to the penthouse door and searching her handbag for her burner.

She dials the only number keyed into it.

"Lester, darling, it's done." the Brit tells her contact.

"Ironic, huh? The CEO of Ammunation gets taken down without a single shot fired. The stock price'll tank when investors hear of his **** from uh, natural causes. But it'll recover. Not before I make some stock purchases."

"You Yanks always have loved your guns." Lara supposes. "Tell you what, Crest, why don't you put my reward into Ammu-Nation stock, too."

"On it." the disabled hacker remarks.

"Now, I hope you've secured a way out of this hotel for me." Lara remarked icily. "Downstairs was positively crawling with security."

The hooker/assassin makes for the bed, trying to find her clothes, only to remember the skimpy dress she'd worn to her assignation had quite literally been ripped off her body.

"Fuck." Lara pouts.