The Scandalous Adventures Of Professor Croft | By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 79749 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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After her degrading gangbang with the members of her Fan Club, Lara felt exhausted. She sat in silence in the backseat of Anjelica’s Range Rover, as they drove back to the dingy sex shop. Lara’s body was streaked with smeared body paint and cum, and she stank of sweat and sex. The fact that Lara’s only clothing was a cum-soaked trench coat didn’t help matters. When they arrived at the sex shop, Lara was dismayed to see several men browsing the shelves. Blushing with shame, she popped up her collar and kept her head down as she walked past them into the back of the shop. With no shower in the sex shop, Lara was once again forced to wash herself in the toilet sink, before drying herself off with paper towels. Then she did her best to wash the dried cum from her matted hair.
Lara Croft had been born into a life of wealth and privilege. She was used to having her long, lustrous hair shampooed and conditioned in the most expensive hair salons in England. The fact that she was now rinsing her hair in a dirty toilet sink, like a destitute homeless person, was a stark reminder of just how much her life had changed. Lara dressed in her runners, leggings and hoddie, and then walked over to where Anjelica was speaking to the Russian store owner. As soon as Anjelica saw that Lara was ready, she thanked the woman and walked back out into the main store. Lara pulled her hoodie up around her face and followed her.
Several of the store customers stared in their direction, but no one made any move to interfere with them. The old Russian woman must have laid down the law since the last time they had visited, Lara thought. Anjelica must be paying her very handsomely for all of this. They walked up the narrow staircase and outside to Anjelica’s black Range Rover. A moment later, Anjelica drove them out of the car park and back to Lara’s apartment.
“I really enjoyed watching you fuck all of those young boys.” Anjelica said conversationally.
“I’m glad you were entertained.” Lara said dryly.
They drove in silence for several minutes, before Lara spoke again.
“I don’t want to do anything else at the University. There’s too much danger of someone catching us.” Lara said.
Lara had zero leverage to actually force Anjelica to grant this request, but she lost nothing by trying.
“I suppose that’s a fair request – after all, you have kept up your end of the bargain.” Anjelica said.
Lara sighed with relief. Anjelica dropped her off in front of her apartment building. The lobby was thankfully empty, and Lara rode the elevator up to her floor. She left the elevator and walked towards her apartment door. Just when she thought she might be lucky enough not to run into anyone, her neighbours from across the hall opened their door. Lara didn’t know their names, but she had seen them around the building. The last time she had bumped into them was right after her glory-hole adventure the previous weekend, when she had also stank of cum and sex.
“Fell into another puddle?” The woman asked, referring to Lara’s cover story from the previous weekend, when she had lied and told them that she slipped over while jogging and fell into a foul-smelling puddle. Lara blushed and nodded, before swiftly walking past them and unlocking her door. Once she was on the other side, she held her breath and listened to their distant conversation, as they walked towards the elevator.
“Did you get a whiff of her?” The woman asked.
“I didn’t want to say anything, but you’re right: she definitely smells like cum.” The man answered.
“Maybe she’s a prostitute?” The woman suggested.
“Or a pornstar: Did you see the size of her tits?” The man said.
There was a loud slapping sound.
“Ow! What was that for?” The man complained.
Lara heard the elevator doors close, and then the corridor was silent. Great, Lara thought! Now my neighbours think I’m a slut! Lara clenched her jaw and walked towards her bathroom to shower.
The next week started uneventfully, at least by Lara’s standards. The hype around her swimsuit calendar had settled down, and while her students were still openly perving at her every chance they got, they were mostly behaving themselves, although everyone was calling her Professor C now; nobody called her Professor Croft anymore, much to her displeasure. It was mid-afternoon on the Monday when she had her first uncomfortable run-in with one of the Fan Club students who had participated in her gangbang.
She almost froze when she first saw him staring at her, as she walked into the lecture theatre. She walked unsteadily towards the podium, trying not to make eye contact with him, and then started her lecture. Despite her best efforts, she found her gaze wandering towards him on several occasions; each time it happened, he smiled at her and nodded conspiratorially, and Lara immediately blushed and looked away. Lara’s heart sank when that same student waited back at the end of the lecture.
“I just wanted to say thanks for the other day.” The student said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lara said pointedly.
“I understand.” The student said, winking at her. “I just wanted to let you know, if you ever need another quickie, you know where to find me.”
Lara blushed with shame and nodded, not knowing what else to say. She picked up her notes and walked to her next class. Her walks in between classes had become an almost ritualistic act of humiliation. Her black 5 inch high heels clicked loudly on the laminated wood floors of the corridors, alerting everyone nearby that she was coming. Every head would then turn and stare in her direction, as she walked past. She could feel their eyes roaming up and down her body: they stared at the deep valley of her cleavage, completely exposed through the low V-neckline of her white business shirt; they stared at her long legs, exposed by her indecently high grey mini-skirt, and accentuated by the high heels she was wearing; and when she walked past, they stared at the distinctive outline of her tight round buttocks, clearly visible bulging outwards through the thin material of her fitted skirt.
Lara didn’t need to be a mind reader to guess what they were thinking. She did her best not to look at them or make eye contact; it just made her turn red with embarrassment. Accompanying the students’ stares were the half-whispered comments they made as she walk past. Their exact words changed, but their comments always followed a similar pattern: first, they’d talk about how sexy her tits, legs or ass were; then they’d talk about how much they’d like to fuck her pussy, ass, tits or mouth. Their lewd comments had become so predictable and routine that they were almost boring. What Lara found harder to ignore were the degrading comments of the female students.
As a fellow woman, Lara acutely felt the cruelty of their barbed words and thinly disguised insults:
“Hi Professor C, my boyfriend loves your swimsuit calendar, although most of the pages are stuck together now.”
“Hey Professor C, I wish I could wear clothes like that, but my parents said they make me look too slutty.”
“Professor C, there’s a strip club near me that holds an amateur night every Thursday. I think you’d be really popular.”
And those were just the comments they said to her face. Lara knew that they said worse things behind her back. It seemed that half of the girls thought she was dressing so provocatively to try and steal their boyfriends; while the other half just thought she was an attention seeking exhibitionist slut. Lara had also become aware of a disturbing nickname that the girls had thought up for her. She had been sitting in a toilet stall at the University when she first heard a group of girls mention it, and she’d heard the name numerous times since then: Professor Slut-Croft. Lara found it hard to make eye contact with the female students without blushing, now that she knew how little they thought of her.
Gordon’s regular visits each Tuesday and Thursday provided Lara with a welcome distraction from her woes, and a much needed release for her pent-up sexual tension. On the first Tuesday after the gangbang with her Fan Club, Gordon had her dress in a skimpy maid’s outfit. Lara felt incredibly sexy in the outfit, which consisted of a short-sleeved maid’s dress, which was made of skin-tight black spandex that hugged every curve of her body; it had an indecently low bust line at the front that only barely covered her nipples, while the bottom of the dress was so high that any sudden movement made it rise up and expose her crotch and ass; that characteristic was made even more exciting by the fact that Gordon had forbidden her from wearing any underwear beneath it. The dress had frilly white lace around the circumference of the hem, neck and sleeves, but no apron or other decorations.
Lara was wearing a pair of sheer black stockings with frilly white lace at the tops, held up by elastic. The stockings ended at mid-thigh and left several inches of naked leg visible between the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her short maid’s dress. Lara completed the outfit with a pair of her 5 inch black work heels. The fact that her black high heels were such a perfect match for her slutty maids outfit was yet another reminder to Lara of how inappropriate they were for teaching. Gordon was still fully clothed in a charcoal business suit, and sitting in the high-backed leather chair behind the desk in Lara’s small home office. Lara was holding a small white feather duster, which she was brushing across the bookshelves at the back of her office. Lara stretched up onto her tippy toes to dust the very top shelf, and felt the back of her frilly dress rise up to expose her naked ass cheeks to her employer.
“You’re Lara Croft, aren’t you?” Gordon said in a judgemental voice.
“That’s right, Lord Davis.” Lara said, continuing with her menial duties.
“You used to be a Countess, didn’t you?” Gordon asked.
“Yes, Lord Davis.” Lara said politely.
“So, how have you come to be working as a common maid?” Gordon asked.
Lara blushed. “I… lost all of my money and had to sell of my title and estate to pay my debts. Some of my… former friends offered me work as a maid, to help support myself.” Lara answered.
The loss of her status was one of Lara’s deepest fears, but perversely it was also a secret fantasy that she had masturbated to many times. And since Gordon wanted her to try on the maid’s outfit anyway, it seemed like a shame not to roleplay her fantasy at the same time.
“You can stop working for a moment. I prefer to look my servants in the eye when I talk to them.” Gordon commanded.
“Yes, Lord Davis.” Lara answered deferentially.
Lara stood demurely with her hands clasped together in front of her.
“It must have been quite embarrassing for you, having to serve people who used to be your equals.” Gordon said.
“It was, Lord Davis. I think the only reason they keep me around is because they like the idea of being served by a former Countess. Some of them like to hold dinner parties, so that they can show off the fact that a former aristocrat is now their menial servant. They parade me around in front of their friends, and I have to stand there while they talk about me. It’s very humiliating.” Lara said, feeling herself becoming excited by their roleplaying.
“So, why did you go along with it?” Gordon asked.
“I… need the money, Lord Davis. Even with the sale of all my assets, I still owe money to the government for back taxes.” Lara said.
Gordon theatrically placed his hand on his chin and sat in thoughtful silence before finally speaking again.
“Come over here.” Gordon commanded.
Lara walked around the desk to stand in front of him.
“Closer.” Gordon said.
Lara shifted closer.
“How would you like to make some extra money?” Gordon asked, while placing a hand on Lara’s uncovered thigh.
“Please don’t…” Lara said, but made no move to stop him.
“I’m prepared to give you $500 right now. All you have to do is put on a little show for me.” Gordon said, holding up five $100 bills.
Lara blushed deeply.
“What would I have to do?” Lara asked.
“Simple. Hop up onto my desk and masturbate in front of me until you orgasm.” Gordon said, placing the cash on the desk.
“Lord Davis, you can’t be serious!” Lara protested.
“I’m very serious. Now, do you want the money or not?” Gordon asked.
“You… you won’t tell anyone about this, will you?” Lara asked.
Gordon smiled broadly. “It’ll be our little secret. Do a good job, and I might make this a regular occurrence. You’ll work off your debts in no time.” Gordon said.
Lara sat on top of the desk and spread her legs apart. The movement caused her frilly dress to rise up and expose her smooth, shaven pussy. Lara reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clitoris.
“Look at me. I want to see the embarrassment on your face at how low you’ve fallen.” Gordon said cruelly.
Gordon’s words made Lara blush with shame and excitement, and she could feel herself becoming wet under his scrutiny. She instinctively wanted to look away, but instead she forced herself to look directly into Gordon’s eyes – no, Lord Davis, she corrected herself, trying to stay in the fantasy.
“Who did you end up selling your estate to?” Gordon asked conversationally.
“Sybil Marlow, one of my former friends.” Lara said, gasping as her orgasm approached. “She bought my noble title as well. She holds parties in my former home every weekend and makes me serve food and drinks as a waitress.”
Lara was really getting into the fantasy now, and her hips started to undulate up and down on the desk.
“I wanted to say no, but I really need the money. She makes me call her Lady Abingdon in front of all of our friends, just to rub it in.” Lara said, moaning loudly as her orgasm approached.
Lara bit her lower lip and her fingers became a blur as they rubbed against her clit.
“What do you think your parents would say, if they could see you masturbating in front of me for my amusement?” Gordon asked.
That did it. Lara shuddered and came. Her orgasm ripped through her and her wet pussy juices leaked down onto the hardwood desk beneath her. Lara closed her eyes, but Gordon grabbed her by the throat and forced her to look at him while she came. Lara’s orgasm seemed to go on and on, and her beautiful face contorted into an expression halfway between agony and rapture. When she finally stopped cuming, she smiled happily and leaned forward to kiss Gordon. Her eyes widened with shock when she felt a stinging slap against her left cheek.
“Do you really think a lowly peasant like you is worthy of kissing a noble Lord like myself?” Gordon asked haughtily.
“No, Lord Davis.” Lara said submissively, realising that Gordon wanted to continue with the roleplay.
“Look at this!” Gordon said furiously, running a finger across the wet patch on the desk between Lara’s legs, before smearing it against her cheek. “Clean this mess up at once!” He ordered.
Lara got off the desk and turned away from him. Gordon grabbed her by the ponytail and yanked her head backwards.
“Where do you think you’re going? I gave you an order!” Gordon snarled.
“Lord Davis… I was just going to get a cloth.” Lara said.
“Did I tell you to clean it with a cloth? Use your mouth! Lick my desk clean!” Gordon commanded.
Lara’s heart beat faster and she blushed furiously. Was she really going to lick her own pussy juices off the desk? Lara felt the heat between her legs increase, and she realised that she would. Lara took a deep breath and knelt down in front of Lord Davis’s desk. Then she leaned forward and lapped her tongue across the wet patch created by her orgasm. As a method of cleaning, licking wasn’t terribly effective, since all she seemed to be doing was replacing her wet pussy juices with her wet saliva; but as a method of making Lara feel submissive and humiliated, it was incredible.
When Lara finished licking up her juices, Gordon roughly pulled her up by her ponytail. We might have to talk about the hair pulling later, Lara thought, but she didn’t want to interrupt him during their sexual roleplaying.
“You need to be punished for making such a mess! Bend yourself over my knee!” Gordon ordered.
Lara knelt down and leaned forward until her stomach was resting across Gordon’s thighs. Gordon pulled her short maid’s dress upwards, to fully expose her naked ass cheeks. Lara blushed as she felt Gordon running a hand over her round ass cheeks, lightly caressing her smooth skin.
“I’m going to spank you until your naughty little backside turns bright red.” Gordon said.
“Please don’t.” Lara begged, but not really wanting him to stop.
“Now, I’m going to spank you 20 times, and each time I spank you, I want you to say, Sorry Lord Davis. Do you understand?” Gordon asked.
Lara nodded and waited. A moment later, she grunted as she felt his hand slap loudly against her ass.
“Ow! I mean, sorry Lord Davis.” Lara said.
Gordon smacked her backside again.
“Sorry, Lord Davis.” Lara repeated.
Gordon spanked Lara a third time, and then a fourth and a fifth, with Lara apologising to him after each blow. Lara’s ass cheeks were growing warm to the touch. Gordon spanked her another five times, and Lara’s shapely butt started to take on a dull red hue. After five more spanks, Lara’s ass was much redder and felt hot to the touch. By the twentieth stroke, Lara’s heart-shaped ass was glowing bright red and felt like it was on fire. Lara exhaled a shuddering breath of relief when the spanking finally ended.
“Please, Lord Davis. I’ve done everything you’ve ask; please let me get back to work.” Lara pleaded.
“I’ll pay you another $500 to bend you over this desk and fuck you.” Gordon said.
“Lord Davis, what kind of woman do you take me for?” Lara exclaimed in mock outrage.
“I think we’ve already established exactly what kind of woman you are. Now, we’re just haggling over the price.” Gordon said.
“I’ll do it for $1,000.” Lara said softly, and her cheeks flushed with excitement at the thought of haggling over prices like a common whore.
“Done.” Gordon said smugly, placing another ten $100 notes down on the desk.
Lord Davis unzipped his fly and waited for Lara to turn around.
“You’re not going to get undressed?” Lara asked.
“I only undress for ladies of substance, not cheap peasant tarts.” Gordon explained.
Lara tingled at the delicious humiliation of being so disrespected and degraded, and bent forward over the desk.
“Spread your legs, whore.” Gordon said, kicking her feet apart like cop about to search someone under arrest.
Lara saw Gordon reach for the tube of lubricant on the desk, and she waited while he applied it to his massive cock. Then she felt the tip pressing against her asshole.
“Wrong hole!” Lara shouted, and started to struggle.
Gordon roughly grabbed the back of Lara’s neck and pinned her face down on the desk, while using his other hand to guide his cock against her asshole. Lara grabbed hold of either end of the desk, but continued to struggle by wiggling her butt from side to side. Gordon pressed forward, and Lara felt her tight asshole stretch open around the tip of his cock, before swallowing it inside. Lara gasped as Gordon pushed all 10 inches of his thick cock inside her asshole.
“Just as I thought: this isn’t your first time being fucked in the ass, is it whore?” Gordon said.
Gordon transferred both hands to the back of Lara’s slender neck and held her in place, while he pistoned his cock in and out of her stretched-open asshole. Lara was relieved that Gordon didn’t notice her ass was any looser after the double anal penetration of her last gangbang. Lara worried about what Gordon would think of her, if he ever found out about all of the dirty things she’d done. Part of her was afraid to tell him, fearing that he would feel betrayed and disgusted and leave her; but a darker part of her mind wanted him to find out, and maybe even join in.
Lara found herself growing wet again. Gordon’s cock felt so good, stretching her wide open and pushing deep inside her ass. She could feel the delicious friction of his cock sliding along her delicate anal passage, and rubbing against its sensitive inner lining. Gordon’s hands pressing down on her neck added to Lara’s excitement: she felt like a female dog, being gripped by the jaws of her canine lover as he mounted and bred her. Lara reached a hand down between her legs and started rubbing herself.
Gordon was breathing more heavily now, pounding into Lara’s ass with fast, brutal thrusts. Lara moaned with pleasure as another orgasm approached.
“Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!” Lara moaned, as she rubbed herself to orgasm.
Gordon grunted and thrust deep inside her. Lara could feel warm jets of cum shooting deep inside her bowels. Lara kept rubbing her clit and was rewarded by a powerful orgasm that made her whole body shake. Gordon collapsed on top of her and relaxed the grip on her neck. Lara turned her head to the side, and was rewarded with a loving kiss on the cheek.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Gordon asked.
Lara stretched contentedly under him. Gordon shifted his weight off her so that she could roll onto her back and wrap her arms and legs around his body. Gordon leaned down and kissed her passionately on the lips.
“You were perfect… although maybe we could do a little less hair pulling next time?” Lara suggested.
“Sorry… I got carried away.” Gordon apologised.
Lara kissed him again, and then slid out from under him and walked towards the door. Gordon picked up his $1,500 dollars from the desk and walked after her.
“I think I prefer you fully naked as well.” Lara told him, as she walked towards the bedroom to change.
Just before she entered the bedroom, there was a knock at the front door. Still in a post-orgasmic daze, Lara instinctively walked forward and opened the door without thinking. It was her female neighbour from across the hall.
“Hi, we accidentally got this bill addressed to you and…” the woman started to say, before her voice trailed off.
Lara’s neighbour was staring at her slutty maid’s outfit. Then she looked past Lara to where Gordon was standing, with his suit’s fly undone and a wad of cash in his hand.
“Ah… this isn’t what it looks like.” Lara tried to explain.
The woman supressed a smile and handed Lara her electricity bill before walking back over to her own apartment. Lara blushed with genuine embarrassment and shut her door.
“Great! Now my neighbours think I’m a prostitute!” Lara said.
“At least you’re high class!” Gordon smirked, waving the $1500 cash in his hand.
Lara shook her head and gave Gordon a very unimpressed look, before walking into the bedroom.
“What? It was funny!” Gordon said, hurrying after her.
Lara sighed. Sometimes she missed the days when Gordon Davis was still intimidated by her.
Wednesday went much like Tuesday, with Lara teaching her lectures, while doing her best to maintain discipline and avoid embarrassing run-ins with her Fan Club. Then it was Thursday – the day that Dean Walton had arranged for Lara to take part in her colleague’s photography project. Thursdays were Lara’s least busy day, since she only had a single class in the morning and two classes in the afternoon after lunch, which gave her a lot of free time in the middle of the day. After finishing teaching her morning class, Lara walked over to the Art Department Building.
All Lara had been told was that a Professor Picardo would be waiting for her in one of the photography studios. For Lara, returning to the imposing four storey glass and concrete building gave her an unwelcome feeling a deja-vu, as it was here that she had previously modelled for the Sorority swimsuit calendar. Lara followed the signs and walked into a small but brightly lit photography studio. The studio was a square room with high ceilings, matt white walls and bright lighting. Waiting for her inside was a balding man, aged in his mid-40s, wearing brown pants and a blue shirt with no tie. Although he was her height, Lara towered a full 5 inches above him in her black high heels. The man closely studied Lara as she entered, in a way that made her skin crawl. Fighting back her instant feelings of dislike towards the man, she forced a smile and strode towards him.
“Professor Picardo?” Lara asked.
“Please, call me Lee.” Professor Picardo said, holding out his hand.
As Lara shook his hand, Professor Picardo took the opportunity to stare down at her cleavage though the low front of her shirt. Lara gritted her teeth but pretended not to notice. Professor Picardo was Dean Walton’s closest friend on the faculty, so it would not help her situation to antagonise him unnecessarily.
“Did Dean Walton explain what the project is all about?” Professor Picardo asked.
“Not really. She just said it had something to do with society objectifying women.” Lara said.
Professor Picardo nodded and started to explain.
“When we say society, what we’re really talking about is patriarchal society. Men objectify women by forcing them to conform to a rigid standard of attractiveness and femininity. Social media reinforces these stereotypes by forcing women to conform to them in order to attract followers and clicks. You’ve heard the term click-bait, I take it?” Professor Picardo asked.
Lara nodded, finding it slightly amusing that a Professor who claimed to be a champion of women’s issues had been perving at her just a few moments earlier.
“Female influencers typically have to pose in overly sexualised photographs in order to attract clicks, while men are valued for their knowledge and opinions. I believe this phenomenon is directly linked to the sexual harassment of women, because it teaches men that any woman who dresses provocatively is actively inviting their attention. This gives men a way to excuse their bad behaviour by blaming the victim. I want to make excuses like ‘what was she wearing’ a thing of the past, by educating men about just how harmful their sexual objectification of women is.” Professor Picardo explained.
Lara was actually impressed. As a feminist herself, many of the ideas that Professor Picardo espoused resonated strongly within her.
“What do you need me to do?” Lara asked.
“Put this on.” Professor Picardo said with a cheeky grin, handing Lara a sexy red bikini to wear.
Lara stared at him in open-mouthed shock. Surely he had to be joking, she thought?
“You can change behind there.” Professor Picardo said, pointing to a large white screen along the back wall of the studio.
Professor Picardo was clearly a hypocrite, and Lara was sorely tempted to throw the red bikini back in his face and storm out of the room; but Lara had promised Dean Walton that she would do this, in return for the Dean forgiving her for accessing pornography on her office computer. Lara gritted her teeth and took the red bikini from Professor Picardo. She walked behind the white screen and started to undress. When she finished changing, Lara stepped back out into the studio, now wearing the red bikini.
Despite her discomfort at again being forced to model in a swimsuit, the bikini she was wearing was nowhere near as revealing as any of the ones Anjelica had forced her to wear. The bikini had a halter style top, with large cups that covered almost all of her breasts, and exposed only the very top portion of her central cleavage. The 1 inch thick halter straps ran up behind her neck, while a matching pair of 1 inch elastic straps wrapped around behind her back. The bottoms sat low on her hips, and were cut like briefs – meaning they actually covered her entire ass, although the alluring shape of her tight round buttocks was clearly visible through the thin red material.
“What now.” Lara asked, feeling more confident.
“Just hold still.” Professor Picardo said, and then pulled out a black marker pen.
“Wait.” Lara said, instinctively taking a step backwards. “What are you going to do with that?”
“The whole point of this exercise is to create a visual representation of the degrading, sexist language used by men.” Professor Picardo explained.
“Degrading?” Lara said, not liking the sound of this.
“Don’t worry.” Professor Picardo said soothingly. He placed a hand on Lara’s naked upper arm, which made her skin crawl. “Your face is going to be blanked-out anyway.”
Feeling only slightly more comfortable, Lara stood still while the Professor went about his work. There were no mirrors in the studio, so Lara couldn’t see what he was writing.
At 44 years of age, Professor Picardo had devoted more than half of his life to the field of photography, but he’d never had the privilege of working with a subject as beautiful as Lara Croft. It almost seemed a shame to sully her beauty with degrading body writing, but Dean Walton had been insistent. The Dean was his oldest and closest friend at the University, and she had helped to smooth things over following an unfortunate ‘misunderstanding’ between him and one of his female students. He owed her. He also felt a twinge of excitement in his pants at the thought of defiling the angelic beauty standing before him.
Professor Picardo grinned as he began writing on Lara’s sexy body. First, he walked around behind her and wrote “ANAL” on Lara’s lower back, just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and then drew 12 Tally marks next to it. On the back of Lara’s upper left thigh, just below her bikini bottoms, he wrote “CUM SLUT across two lines; and on the back of her upper right thigh, he wrote “FUCK TOY”. Then he stood up and wrote “CUM DUMPSTER” across Lara’s upper back and “GANGBANG QUEEN over two lines across the middle of her back, in line with her narrow waist.
Next, Professor Picardo walked around to Lara’s front. Above her crotch, he wrote “PUSSY” with 9 Tally Marks next to it. On her upper left thigh, across two lines, he wrote “BREED ME”, and across her upper right thigh, he wrote “RAPE ME”. Across her stomach above her bellybutton, he wrote “FREE FUCK” and across the tops of her breasts he wrote “COCK SUCKER”. Then he turned his attention to Lara’s beautiful face, writing “ASS TO MOUTH” across two lines on her left cheek, with 7 Tally Marks next to it; then he wrote “CUM HERE” across two lines on her right cheek, with a black arrow pointing to her mouth.
Professor Picardo walked around Lara’s body and added some final touches. He wrote “3 HOLE WHORE” across Lara’s left hip and “TART” across her left upper arm. The he moved around to the other side and wrote “ANAL SLUT” across Lara’s right hip and “SKANK” across her right upper arm. Professor Picardo checked the time on his watch. He still had 15 minutes before the next stage of Dean Walton’s plan. Time to take some photos, he thought happily, as he picked up his camera and got to work.
Lara’s previous good mood evaporated as soon as she read the words “COCK SUCKER” written across her chest, just above her breasts. She couldn’t see what else the creepy Professor had written on her body, but she doubted that she would like it any better. Her only comfort was the promise that her face would be cropped out of the images. Professor Picardo had her pose with her hands down by her sides, while he took dozens of pictures of her from the front and back at different angles, pausing in between each photo to check the results on his camera’s viewfinder.
Lara was about to ask him how much longer this was going to take, when a deafening alarm went off throughout the building.
“FIRE! EVACUATE NOW! FIRE! EVACUATE NOW!” said a recorded voice over and over again in between the deafening alarm tones.
“Quickly, through the fire exit!” Professor Picardo said, hustling Lara towards an exit door in the corner.
“Wait! What about my clothes?” Lara protested.
“No time!” The Professor said, practically pushing her through the door.
They emerged outside onto the main lawn behind the Art Building. The colour drained from Lara’s face as she saw at least a hundred students waiting at the designated evacuation point on the lawn, with more emerging from the building’s other fire exits every minute. A few of them looked in her direction with puzzled expressions on their faces. Some of them squinted to try and make out what was written on her body and face. Lara was able to judge the precise moment that each of them read the degrading words plastering her body, by the amused smiles that appeared on their faces.
“How long before we can go back inside?” Lara asked Professor Picardo through gritted teeth.
“I’ll go and find out.” Professor Picardo said apologetically.
He walked away to find a fire marshal, leaving Lara standing alone in the midst of the shocked students. There were now at least 200 students waiting on the lawn behind the Art Building, and Lara’s exposed flesh was causing an increasing number of them to stare in her direction.
“Hey Professor C, I love your new look!” A female student shouted in her direction.
The other girls she was standing with all started to giggle. The laughter proved contagious, and soon everyone nearby was pointing and laughing at Lara’s expense. Lara felt like she would die of embarrassment and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. She felt like she was in a nightmare: the kind where you’re giving an important presentation in a meeting or classroom, and then you look down to realise that you’re naked. Except that Lara knew that she wasn’t dreaming, and there would be no sigh of relief when she finally awoke from this nightmare. Lara blushed with shame as she tried to ignore the whistles and catcalls cast in her direction. Several students held up their mobile phones and started filming the spectacle.
“I see the Princeton Festival is still going!” A male student said, brazenly placing a hand on Lara’s ass and giving it a squeeze.
Lara’s eyes blazed with anger at his impudence. That’s it, she thought! Lara reached back and grabbed his wrist, pinning his hand in place, while simultaneous turning into him and sliding her other arm up under his armpit and around his back. In one fluid, flawlessly executed judo throw, she lowered her centre of gravity and thrust her ass backwards, using it as a lever to throw him over her right hip. The student hit the ground hard and had the breath knocked out of him. He was lucky that the soft grass had broken his fall; otherwise, he’d probably be unconscious and waiting for an ambulance to take him to hospital.
The catcalls stopped immediately, as the surrounding students gawked in shocked silence. Then a group of female students started to cheer.
“Woooo! You show them, Professor C! Sluttiness is not consent!” A female student shouted loudly.
This chant was taken up by other female students, and soon more than a hundred girls were enthusiastically shouting “Sluttiness is not consent!” over and over again.
A female student with dyed blue hair and several facial piercings walked over and handed Lara her business card.
“This is the best piece feminist performance art I’ve ever seen!” The blue haired woman said, shouting into Lara’s ear to be heard over the chanting. “I’d love to have you in this year’s SlutWalk. Give me a call if you’re interested!” she said.
Unlike Archaeology, which was a male dominated discipline, the students who enrolled in the Arts were disproportionately female, and most of them held left wing feminist views. They all apparently thought that Lara’s confrontation with the male student had been a piece of feminist performance art to highlight the problem of slut shaming. Lara was dumbfounded by this latest turn of events. Several of the male students present – mostly simps pretending to be male feminists to try and get laid – also started chanting and clapping. Lara was even more bemused when female students started walking up to her and taking selfies with her. Lara blushed at the thought that their degrading photos would be uploaded to social media.
After a further 10 minutes of embarrassment and humiliation, Professor Picardo finally returned and explained the situation.
“The fire department says it was a false alarm. They’ll start letting people back into the building in the next few minutes.” Professor Picardo said.
Lara rolled her eyes and walked towards the side entrance of the Art Building. The alarms had stopped sounding, and Lara didn’t bother to wait to be told that she could go back inside. She padded barefoot down the deserted corridors to the photography studio and collected her clothes. Then she walked down the end of a long hallway towards the ground floor female locker room. As Lara entered, she passed a row of basins underneath a large wall mirror. Lara blushed with shame as she saw, for the first time, the humiliating totality of her slutty body writing. Lara had always despised the thought of defacing her flawless skin. That’s why she’d always hated tattoos: she thought they were tacky and made the girls who got them look trashy and cheap. The indecent words defacing her beautiful body were beyond even her worst nightmares, and made her feel like a perverted carnival freak.
Lara walked past the toilet cubicles to the where the shower stalls were located. She frowned as she looked inside and saw that there was no soap or towels. Of course not, Lara thought! Why would anything be easy? Lara placed her clothes onto the bench outside the shower stall and walked back to the basins, grabbing a large quantity of paper towels, which she put inside her stall. Well, that takes care of drying, but what about washing, Lara wondered? Lara heard distant sounds of people filling the corridor outside, and realised that the fire brigade must have given the all clear for everyone to return to the building. Thinking quickly, Lara placed her hands under one of the soap dispensers and filled them with the pink liquid soap, before padding back to her shower stall and closing the door.
Lara turned on the hot water and started rubbing the pink soap all over her body. It seemed to have negligible effect removing any of the black marker ink from her body. Lara grabbed a paper towel and wet it, before rubbing it against her skin. The extra friction of the towel started to rub off the ink until it was barely visible. It didn’t appear as if any more would come off, so she moved on to the other writing on her body. She scrubbed the degrading words from her face, chest, stomach and thighs. Then she reached around behind her, scrubbing the backs of her thighs and her lower back. She couldn’t reach the writing on her middle and upper back, so they would have to wait until she showered at home.
Lara used the remaining paper towels to dry off her skin – something she had gotten quite good at after the many hobo showers she’d had in the dirty toilet sink of the sex shop. Then she dressed in her clothes and walked back to the basin mirror. Lara frowned when she saw that her body writing was still faintly visible, although it had faded from a bold black to a dim, dirty grey. Most of it was covered by her clothes, but the writing on her face and upper chest was still visible as faded grey text on her white skin. The only good news was that it was virtually unreadable until she moved very close to the mirror, meaning that anyone who wasn’t standing right next to her would just see what appeared to be dirty smudges on her makeup.
Lara didn’t like the idea of appearing dirty and dishevelled, but it was better than appearing downright indecent. Lara exited the locker room and blushed as she saw the students in the corridor stopping to stare at her. Several of them clapped as she walked past, but she tried to ignore them. She walked back into the photography studio and returned the red bikini to Professor Picardo. He thanked her and again apologised for the fire alarm. Lara just gave him a dismissive nod in reply and then walked back to the Archaeology Department Building for her afternoon lectures.
Lara made sure to arrive early for her first lecture of the afternoon, so that she could lower the lights and start the projector. The darkness helped to hide her degrading body writing from the students, and she was able to give her lecture without them being any the wiser. The end of the lecture was more complicated. Lara had the raise the lights to signal them to leave, but she didn’t raise them all the way. She waited for the last of her students to leave, and then rushed to her final lecture of the day.
“Hey Professor C.” A student greeted her in the corridor as she walked past.
His eyes were drawn to her deep cleavage, which was not unusual given the revealing neckline of her altered work shirts. What was unusual this time was that “COCK SUCKER” was written across her chest, just above her breasts. He opened his mouth in surprise, and looked as though he wanted to ask her about it, but Lara walked swiftly past him before he got the chance. Lara blushed as she saw him animatedly telling a couple of friends what he had just seen, and realised that this latest shameful episode would spread like wildfire around the campus.
Lara turned the corner and bumped into another student. The impact made her drop her notes, and the student bent down to help her gather them up. She could feel all of the nearby students stopping to stare at her ass as she bent over.
“What the fuck!” the student she had bumped into exclaimed.
She was about to tell him off for swearing, when she saw him staring at her face. Then she remembered the ASS TO MOUTH written on her left cheek, and CUM HERE written on her right cheek. Lara lowered her eyes and quickly gathered up her remaining notes, as more students gathered around and read the degrading words on her face. As she stood up, they saw COCK SUCKER written across the top of her breasts and started laughing. Lara saw a flash as one of them took a photograph of her. More phones came out, and Lara practically ran down the corridor, her cheeks burning with shame and her ears ringing with the echoing sounds of her students’ laughter.
As Lara strode into her final lecture, several of the students seemed to notice the grey smudges across her cheeks and chest. Before they could examine them more closely, Lara rushed to the podium and dimmed the lights in the lecture theatre, before activating the overhead projector. Lara tried to push the embarrassing events out of her mind and concentrate on her final lecture of the day. When it was over, she waited for almost half an hour to make sure that all of the students had left, before locking the lecture theatre and walking back to her apartment.
Most of the campus was deserted, and Lara only started running into people during the second half of her walk home. Lara had grown used to the lusty stares that her revealing work clothes attracted, but her slutty body writing complicated matters considerably. She had to cross over to the other side of the street any time she approached a group of people, in order to prevent them reading the degrading writing on her face and chest. When she finally arrived at her apartment building, her heart sank when she saw that her female neighbour from across the hall was already inside waiting for the elevator.
Lara thought about walking back around the block, but the street that her apartment building was located on was busy, and she was just as likely to run into more of her building’s residents outside. Frowning, Lara stepped through the front door and walked to the far end of the lobby where the elevator was located. The elevator doors opened and Lara followed her neighbour inside. The lift was very well lit, and Lara blushed as she saw the other woman reading the writing on her face and chest. Lara saw her neighbour’s eyes dart between the words CUM HERE written across her cheek, and then COCK SUCKER written above her breasts. There was an awkward silence, and Lara could feel herself turning bright red with embarrassment.
“It’s for an art project. I’m a University Lecturer.” Lara blurted out, feeling the need to explain herself.
“You don’t need to explain yourself to me. My boyfriend and I are both in favour of decriminalising prostitution.” The woman said.
Lara was stunned into silence at her neighbour’s implication: her neighbour thought she was a prostitute.
“Actually, I was thinking about hiring you for my boyfriend’s birthday. He’s been bugging me about trying a threesome, but I’ve never met another girl I’ve felt attracted to… until now.” The woman said, touching Lara’s arm.
The elevator doors opened before Lara could respond.
“If you’re interested, let me know.” The woman said, looking over her shoulder and smiling flirtatiously.
Lara watched her walk away in bemused shock, and then hurried to her own apartment and unlocked the door. Once inside, she spent almost an hour in her shower, using exfoliating body wash and a shower brush to remove every last trace of her degrading body writing. Her skin was left feeling red and raw, so she ended up cancelling her plans with Gordon at the last minute, making up an excuse that she wasn’t feeling well. It was easier than trying to explain why she had red scrubbing marks all over her body.
There was almost immediate fallout from the events at the Art Department. The behaviour of the male students became even more raucous, and Lara overheard them gossiping and speculating that she was a sex addict and participated in wild orgies. Lara blushed with shame, both at the degrading rumours and at how uncomfortably accurate they actually were. To Lara’s surprise, the female students actually started treating her better. They were still calling her Professor Slut-Croft behind her back, but they were now using it as a term of endearment, rather than as an insult. Apparently, they now thought of her as “their” slut, and she was being touted as some sort feminist icon. It was all very confusing, but at least they weren’t threatened by her wanting to steal their boyfriends anymore.
Friday flew past and before Lara knew it, it was Saturday morning. Anjelica arrived punctually outside Lara’s apartment building in her black Range Rover, ready to drive Lara to her next degrading sexual encounter. Lara had already been waiting out the front for 5 minutes and got straight in. The car drove away as soon as she shut the passenger door.
“I’ve been thinking about your request not to do anything else at the University, and I’ve decided to be generous and grant it.” Anjelica said.
“Thank you.” Lara answered, relieved that Anjelica could actually be reasonable and show compassion.
“I’ve got something exciting planned for you next week, but in the meantime, I thought we could have some fun inside the sex shop.” Anjelica said.
On the one hand, Lara was pleased that they wouldn’t be going back to the University and thereby running into anyone else she knew; but on the other hand, Lara had seen the sort of rough, dirty looking patrons who frequented the sex shop. Thus far, Lara’s sexual adventures had taken place with inexperienced and in many cases virginal college students; who knew how many sexually transmitted diseases the sex shop patrons might be carrying.
“Anjelica, I don’t want to catch any STDs…” Lara started to say.
“Oh, I hadn’t even thought about that!” Anjelica said as she burst out laughing. “How funny would it be if you got herpes or something?”
The colour drained from Lara’s face as she imagined the humiliation of her face breaking out in cold sores and the embarrassment of having to visit a doctor for STD medication. Her birth control would prevent her from having an unwanted pregnancy, but it would do nothing to protect her from contracting an embarrassing disease.
“Just kidding! God, you take everything so seriously!” Anjelica teased her.
Lara frowned, hating how easily Anjelica managed to get under her skin, and how much the younger woman seemed to enjoy doing so. They drove in silence for the rest of the trip. When they parked, Anjelica reached into the glovebox of her car and pulled out two matching masquerade masks. Lara’s mask was made of thick black PU leather and started just above the point of her nose, before following the line of her cheekbones and ending at her temples. The top of the mask extended up above her forehead and had two pointed cat ears sticking up from the top of it. Lara tied the mask up behind her head and then looked at her reflection in the sun-visor mirror.
She had to admit that she looked quite alluring in the mask: it did a good job of obscuring the top half of her face, to hide her identity, but it left her gorgeous red lips and lower face completely exposed. Her enticingly sexy eyes and eyebrows were also fully visible through the large oval eye holes of the mask, hinting at the incredibly beauty of the woman underneath. Anjelica put on a matching mask, and then clipped a 1 inch wide black choker collar around Lara’s neck. Lara felt a small thrill of excitement as she was once again collared like a domesticated pet. The collar had a small stainless steel O-ring at the front, which was connected to a narrow, 4 foot long PU leather leash.
“Shall we?” Anjelica asked.
Lara blushed under the mask, as she let Anjelica lead her across the car park and down the narrow stairs into the sex shop. As soon as they walked through the flexible curtain at the bottom of the stairs, Lara was struck by how crowded the sex shop was today. There must be at least 60 men inside. What had Anjelica gotten her into, Lara worried? Although some of the customers looked kind of normal, most of them had a creepy sex-offender vibe that made Lara’s skin crawl. All activity stopped when they saw the two masked women enter. Anjelica confidently walked past them, pulling Lara after her like a pet puppy on a leash. They walked into the back room, where the Russian woman was waiting for them.
Lara saw that a large plywood booth had been set up in one corner. The booth was about 6 feet high and wide, but only about 3 feet deep, with a 2 foot wide round hole cut into the centre of it around waist height. The hole was obscured by a curtain of thick black rubber flaps, like the kind used in airport luggage conveyor belts. A black padded bench was protruding one foot out of the hole, and there were two leather cuffs hanging from shackles above the hole on either side.
“Well? Strip off and hop in!” Anjelica ordered.
Lara removed her shoes, clothes and underwear, but left the mask in place to hide her face. She placed her clothes into a neatly folded pile in the corner of the room, near the staff toilet, and then walked back towards the sex booth. Getting into the booth turned out to be quite an awkward affair: Lara had to bend forward at the waist and push her arms and head through the black flaps covering the hole; then she gripped the edges of the bench inside the booth, and used them to pull herself through the rest of the way. Once inside, she shifted about and rolled over onto her back. The booth was dimly lit and reminded Lara of the toilet stall she had occupied during her first glory-hole at the University. Lara felt her feet being lifted upwards and her legs being pulled out straight. A moment later, she felt her ankles being buckled into the leather cuffs above the hole.
Anjelica stood back and admired her handiwork. Only Lara’s ass and lower stomach were protruding out through the curtained-off hole, and her legs were stretched out and cuffed apart at a 45 degree angle. Lara’s long legs and gorgeous round ass looked magnificent, and her tight little pussy and asshole were on full display. Anjelica found herself growing excited at the thought of Lara being fucked by an endless procession of degenerates, hobos and losers. The famous Countess’s fall from wealthy society queen to lowly sex worker was truly marvellous to behold. Anjelica would enjoy seeing how much deeper into depravity she could force Lara to sink.
Anjelica sat down behind a white portable table that had been setup just inside the door to the back room. Sitting on the table were a black metal moneybox and a large bowl of condoms. The old Russian woman who owned the sex shop made a loud announcement to the sex shop patrons. She told them that the sex booth was ready for use and then explained the rules: $10 for vaginal sex, $25 for anal sex, condoms were compulsory and there’s a 10 minute time limit, with no refunds if they didn’t finish. Anjelica smiled as the first man in line paid his $10 and collected a condom from the bowl. The Russian woman stood beside the sex booth to ensure that no customers broke the rules. Under her watchful eyes, the first man in line unzipped his fly, put on the condom and then thrust inside Lara’s defenceless pussy.
Clearly mindful of the time limit, the man didn’t bother to pace himself. He grabbed hold of Lara’s hourglass hips and pounded in and out of her pussy. The back room was filled with the loud slapping noises of his balls slapping against Lara’s ass. Anjelica grinned at the sight of Lara’s lower half being fucked by an anonymous stranger. After a couple of minutes of frantic thrusting, he grunted loudly and ejaculated. He continued to thrust in and out of her a few more times, before pulling his softening cock from Lara’s pussy and throwing his used condom into a plastic bucket beside the sex booth.
“Next!” the Russian woman called out, and Anjelica smiled and accepted payment from Lara’s next customer.
The next man was the first big spender of the day: the balding, overweight man, who looked like he probably still lived in his parents’ basement, paid $25 for anal sex. He took a condom from the bowl and then walked towards the booth. The old Russian woman waited until he’d put the condom on before squirting a generous amount of lubricant into his hands from a pump bottle dispenser. The man rubbed the lubricant onto his condom-encased cock and then pushed the tip against Lara’s tight asshole. Anjelica watched him thrust into Lara’s asshole without difficulty, and soon he was fucking her with rapid, grunting strokes. Again, he made no effort to pace himself and came inside Lara ass less than two minutes later. Then he threw his used condom into the bucket and walked out past Anjelica’s table.
“Next!” the Russian woman called out, and the long line of customers shuffled forward one pace.
The next man in line, who looked like a hobo in his filthy trench coat and fingerless gloves, paid his $10 and collected his condom.
“Are we allowed to reach inside the curtain?” He asked Anjelica gruffly.
Anjelica hadn’t really thought about it, but Lara would probably hate it, which was all the reason Anjelica needed to say yes. Anjelica nodded to the man, which seemed to make the next few men in line very pleased. They immediately turned around and passed on this joyous news to the men further back in the queue. The hobo walked past the table to Lara’s booth and put on his condom. After pushing his cock into Lara’s pussy, he reached forward between Lara’s upturned legs and pushed his hands through the black curtain. Anjelica heard Lara grunt in discomfort a moment later, and smiled broadly at the thought of the hobo molesting her with his filthy hands. The man fucked her vigorously for several minutes and then came. Then the old Russian woman called out “next”, and another customer stepped forward.
This man was wearing dirty jeans and a stained white singlet and looked like an overweight truck driver. He paid $25 dollars to fuck Lara’s ass and retrieved a condom from the bowl. After putting on the condom and receiving lubricant from the old woman, he impaled Lara’s asshole and then reached through the curtain to molest Lara’s breasts. The fat, sweaty truck driver lasted less than a minute and then tossed his used condom into the plastic bucket.
“Next.” The Russian woman called out, and Anjelica received payment from the next man in line.
After another brief fucking of her asshole, Lara felt a new cock thrust inside her pussy. As with all of the men who had fucked her so far, there was no foreplay or caressing. The man just stepped up and started fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. The men had all started grabbing her breasts through the black curtain covering the hole, roughly molesting them with their dirty, calloused hands. The man currently fucking her pussy was slamming into her, making her whole body shake from the force of his thrusts. He reached down her body and pinched her nipples, yanking them hard away from her chest. The man was obviously a sadist, because as soon as Lara cried out in pain, he grunted and ejaculated inside her. As soon as he pulled out, Lara heard the Russian woman call out “next” again.
A moment later, a pair of rough hands grabbed hold of Lara’s upturned legs, and another stiff cock thrust inside her well-used pussy. Lara blushed with shame as she heard the indecent wet slapping sounds his cock made as he fucked her, although she was glad that her breasts were being given a rest. As a wealthy Countess, Lara had grown up in the highest circle of English society, surrounded by luxury and privilege. Her noble title and incredible beauty meant that she had an endless stream of rich and powerful suitors, all vying for her attention. She was used to being wined and dined, wooed and seduced, and showered with gifts and compliments. Men desired her and fawned over her, and women were jealous of her and wanted to be her. The idea of being used and then discarded was completely alien to her.
Even the experiences at the toilet glory-hole, and later when she was gangbanged, hadn’t been this dehumanising. Sure, the sex had still been degrading, but those boys had all desired her and yearned to be with her. These men didn’t care who she was: they didn’t care about her name or her title; they didn’t care about her wealth or her fame; with her upper body entirely hidden from view, they didn’t even care about her great beauty. Lara was just a sex object to them; she was just an anonymous set of holes for their cocks to use.
The man fucking her grunted and ejaculated, before withdrawing his shrinking, condom-sheathed cock. Lara felt entirely cold, and wasn’t even close to orgasming herself. None of the men lasted more than a minute or two, and none of them gave a damn about her enjoyment. Lara was used to her lovers being attentive to her sexual needs. Most men treated sleeping with her as a great gift, and they made every effort to bring her pleasure, in the hope of earning a future invitation to share her bed. These rough and smelly men fucked her selfishly, with no care for her pleasure or enjoyment. She might as well have been a blow-up sex doll, for all the consideration they showed her.
“Next!” Lara heard the old Russian woman shout out.
Another man stepped up to the sex booth. He lined up his cock and unceremoniously thrust it inside Lara’s asshole. Then he reached through the curtain flaps and roughly squeezed her breasts and nipples. Lara grunted with discomfort as he fucked her and molested her body. Then he ejaculated and pulled out. “Next” the Russian woman called out and another man thrust into her pussy. The line of men fucking her seemed to go on forever, and Lara started to lose track of how many men had used her so far, although she was certain it was at least 20 by now. The current man finished, and then a fresh cock took his place inside Lara’s pussy. Lara winced with pain, as the man pinched and pulled her nipples, while pistoning his cock in and out of her open pussy.
Gordon felt a growing sense of dread as the line he was standing in shuffled forward. Every instinct told him to run away from the dingy sex shop and pretend he had never been here; but he had to know why Lara had come here; he had to know why she had lied to him. When Lara had told him on Thursday that she wasn’t feeling well, Gordon had decided to surprise her with a weekend visit. When his taxi pulled up across the street, Gordon saw Lara standing outside the lobby of her apartment building. He was about to get out and give her the flowers he’d bought, when a black Range Rover stopped in front of the building and Lara got inside.
Gordon didn’t know why he did it, but something made him tell the taxi driver to follow them. He even offered to double the driver’s fare, when the man started to argue. They drove for about 15 minutes, before the Range Rover pulled into a car park behind a sex shop. Gordon’s taxi waited in the driveway, and Gordon watched from a distance as Lara and a second blonde woman, both now wearing black face masks, walked from the car and into the sex shop. Gordon waited for almost 10 minutes, but they still didn’t come out.
Gordon paid the taxi driver his fare and tip, and told him there would be more money if he waited around the corner. Then, taking a deep breath, Gordon walked across the car park to the sex shop. Gordon walked down the narrow staircase and through a privacy curtain into the sex shop. He was surprised to see a long line of men snaking around inside the sex shop. Looking around and not seeing Lara anywhere, and unsure of what else to do, Gordon joined the line. Over the next hour, the line slowly crept forward towards the back of the shop. He felt incredibly out of place, being much younger than most of the other men in the sex shop, and being the only one dressed in a suit. The other men looked dirty and unshaven, and most of them smelled as though hygiene wasn’t high on their list of priorities.
Gordon was at the very back of the line, but as he shuffled forward during the next hour, another 12 men joined the queue behind him. When he was about 10 men from the front of the line, he was able to see the masked blonde woman who had picked up Lara from outside her apartment building. She was seated at a white table and appeared to be taking payment for letting the men into the back room of the sex shop, one at a time. Every couple of minutes, the line shuffled forward a pace, as another man was admitted into the back room. He would emerge a few minutes later, looking extremely satisfied, and the line would shuffle forward again. When Gordon was finally at the front of the line, he was able to look through the doorway into the rear of the sex shop, and what he saw shocked him.
Sticking out of a large wooden booth inside the room was the naked lower half of a woman. Her legs were shackled above the hole and spread wide apart and there was a skinny black homeless man fucking her. Gordon knew instantly that the woman he was fucking was Lara Croft. He would have recognised her sexy legs and ass anywhere, and all the colour drained from Gordon’s face. The man grunted and reached through the black curtain covering the hole. Gordon’s worst fears were confirmed when he heard Lara’s muffled grunt of pain, as the man presumably molested her through the hole. Then he came and threw his used condom into a half-filled plastic bucket next to the sex booth.
The homeless man saw Gordon’s shocked wide-eyed expression and gave him a thumbs up.
“She’s still nice and tight!” the black homeless man called out, flashing him a gummy, toothless grin.
“Next!” called out the Russian woman.
“Well?” the masked blonde woman asked him.
“Well what?” Gordon asked, too shocked to understand.
“Pussy or Ass?” the blonde woman asked.
“I… changed my mind.” Gordon said, backing away from the doorway.
The next man in line pushed past him and eagerly paid his money. The blonde woman handed him a condom and then he walked inside the back room. Moments later, Gordon heard wet slapping noises and grunting, as the man started roughly fucking the love of Gordon’s life. Gordon turned around and practically ran from the sex shop. How long had this been going on, he wondered? How could Lara betray him like this?
Gordon had begun to believe that his relationship with Lara was blossoming into something special. He had become so skilful at reading and responding to her physical cues that he could play Lara’s sexy body like a musical instrument, making her orgasm almost at will. Afterwards, they would lie together in bed for hours, talking and laughing. Gordon was actually a funny guy around his small circle of friends, and once he stopped being so nervous around Lara, his natural sense of humour manifested itself. Gordon knew that they were very different people, but their personalities seemed to perfectly complement each other. Gordon knew he was in love with Lara, and he had begun to hope that she might love him back; but then she betrayed him. How could she do this to me, Gordon asked? But there were no answers: only sadness, loss and despair.
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