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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 50127 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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One week has passed since Lady Lara Croft officially became a maid in her own house, after having signed over her noble title to Lady Sarah Green, the billionaire heiress and new Countess of Abingdon. Almost immediately, Sarah promoted Lara’s former maid Tori to the role of housekeeper, making Lara the lowest ranked servant at Croft Manor. Sarah adds to Lara’s humiliation by insisting that she address all the members of her former staff as Sir or Ma’am, and curtsey to them the first time she sees them each day.
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Lara awoke to the insistent vibrating of the small egg lodged inside her pussy. It was still dark in the master bedroom, but she could see daylight spilling in through the gaps around the heavy drapes blocking the large windows. Lara looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that she still had a few minutes before she needed to wakeup Sarah. She quietly rose from the bed and padded naked across the carpeted bedroom floor. Sarah insisted that she sleep completely naked, and Lara shivered slightly in the morning chill, as she walked into the ensuite bathroom to freshen up.
Lara returned to the bed with a minute to spare and pulled back the covers. Sarah was still sound asleep, and Lara crawled forward silently onto the bed. She gently rolled the sleeping blonde onto her back and then carefully pulled down Sarah’s white panties and lifted up her white negligee. Lara waited until it was exactly 8.00am and then commenced with her morning wakeup duties. Leaning down, she started slowly licking her tongue against Sarah’s pussy and clitoris. The blonde didn’t move at first, but within a couple of minutes, her hips were undulating up and down. Lara increased the intensity of her licking, while at the same time running her hands up over Sarah’s flat stomach and petite breasts. As Lara squeezed the slender blonde’s breasts, Sarah’s moans grew louder and her eyes fluttered open.
“Good little maid.” Sarah purred, as she looked down between her legs at Lara.
Lara hungrily lapped at Sarah’s wet pussy, doing her best to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. She had selfish motives for doing this: firstly, to get this demeaning duty over and done with as quickly as possible, and secondly to hasten her own orgasm. Sarah orgasmed a few minutes later, drenching Lara’s lips and chin with her juices. Lara looked up at her expectantly. Sarah stretched out languidly, making her wait, before finally rolling onto her side and reaching for her mobile phone.
Moments later, Sarah activated the app that controlled the vibrating egg inside Lara’s pussy and turned it up to full. Lara squealed in delight and curled up into a foetal position, as the powerful vibrations of the egg relentlessly pulsed against her G-spot. Sarah crawled over to her twitching body and stroked Lara’s hair while she orgasmed. The way Sarah did it made Lara feel like she was a prized pet rather than a person. Sarah went into the bathroom to shower, while Lara changed into her workout gear – a black crop top and leggings, with a sports G-string underneath. She would have liked to have showered first, but Sarah always made her wait to use the bathroom until after she was finished, and that could take up to an hour.
Lara slid on her white socks and runners and then walked out into the corridor. Lara hoped that everyone else was still asleep, and she wandered downstairs to the kitchen to get a snack. As she neared the kitchen door, she heard voices coming from the other side. She immediately recognised them as belonging to Zip and Allister.
“I’m telling you, Lara and Sarah are sleeping together!” Zip said excitedly.
“I don’t believe it!” Allister answered sceptically. “Lara isn’t even a lesbian.”
“But Sarah is! They’re sharing the same room, and I asked Winston – there’s only one bed in there!” Zip said.
“So they’re sharing a bed. That doesn’t mean anything. Girlfriends share beds all the time.” Allister said.
“Exactly! Girlfriends!” Zip emphasised.
“You know what I meant!” Allister countered.
“Then what about that hickey bite mark on the side of Lara’s neck a few days ago?” Zip asked.
“That could have been from anything.” Allister said.
“What about this, then?” Zip said.
A moment later, Lara heard very feminine and erotic moans coming from the kitchen. She opened the door a crack and saw that Zip was playing a recording from of his phone. The degenerate must have crept up outside her bedroom door and recorded the sounds she and Sarah were making while they made love.
“Wow, that’s hot!” Allister said.
“I know!” Zip said.
Lara spun around, intending to skip breakfast and thereby avoid another embarrassing conversation with Zip and Allister, but then she then ran headfirst into Winston, the butler of Croft Manor.
“Winston… Um, I mean, good morning Sir.” Lara said, remembering to curtsey to him.
“Good morning, Lara.” Winston said, gesturing for her to enter the kitchen in front of him.
Lara sighed and opened the door. Zip looked up and then fumbled to turn off his phone.
“Zip, I have asked you before not to play your lewd videos in the kitchen!” Winston chastised him.
“Sorry, Winston.” Zip said.
“Good morning, Sirs.” Lara said, curtseying prettily in front of Zip and Allister, before moving on to collect her breakfast.
She could feel Zip and Allister staring at her the entire time that she ate her cereal. The moment that Winston finished his breakfast and left the kitchen, Zip and Allister got up and sat down opposite her. She knew exactly what they were going to ask.
“So, Lara… we were just wondering…” Zip asked nervously.
“Are Sarah and I fucking?” Lara said, finishing his sentence for him.
Lara had originally intended to deny that anything was going on between herself and Sarah, but then she saw how horny the idea of Sarah and her having sex was making the boys. She would never understand why men got so excited by the thought the thought of two attractive women sleeping together; but their obvious excitement and attention was turning Lara on, so she decided that it might be fun to tease them a little. She gestured for them to lean in closer and then whispered to them conspiratorially.
“This has to stay between just us!” Lara said.
Both men nodded, leaning forward and giving her their full attention.
“Well, you know that Lady Sarah is a lesbian, right?” Lara said. “Well, she said that since I’m her maid, I have to sleep in the same bed as her, in case she needs me during the night.”
Zip and Allister were on their edge of the seats now, and hanging off every word she said.
“I wouldn’t mind, except that she makes me sleep naked.” Lara complained. Then she leaned in closer and whispered, “And at night, she makes me crawl down between her legs and… do things…”
Zip and Allister were practically salivating now, and she could imagine the raging erections that must be pressing against the front of their pants. Lara supressed a smile: blue-balling the boys was as easy as it was fun!
“Anyway, I’m not really allowed to talk about it.” Lara said coyly, before standing up and carrying her cereal bowl over to the dishwasher.
She grinned as she left the kitchen, imagining that both Zip and Allister would soon be rushing to the nearest toilet to masturbate over the lesbian fantasy she had just told them. Lara continued on down the hall to the exercise gym. This was Lara’s favourite part of the day. Alone in her gym, she pushed her young body through a gruelling set of exercises. When she was done, her lungs were on fire and her perfectly sculpted muscles were dripping with sweat. Sarah had generously given her the mornings off: she said it was for Lara’s physical and mental health. Lara doubted that, and she was certain that Sarah must have some ulterior motive, but she was grateful for the break from her demeaning maid duties all the same.
Once her exercises were done, she still had a few hours to kill before lunch – when her maid duties officially began. She’d gotten into the habit of sneaking into the library to read. She usually stayed in her sweaty workout gear, since the only other clothes that Sarah allowed her to wear was her French maid’s uniform. Lara towelled herself off and then sauntered into the library.
“Good morning, Sir.” Lara said to Allister as she entered.
Since this was the second time she had seen him today, she didn’t need to curtsey to him, so she ignored him and walked over to the bookshelves to browse. She could feel his eyes staring at her as she walked by. Her tight crop-top hugged her large breasts like a bra and ended just below her ribcage, exposing both her flat stomach and a good deal of her cleavage; while the three-quarter length black yoga pants hugged her lower body like a second skin, optically elongating her long sexy legs while also giving her buttocks a wedgie that made her ass look amazing.
Lara selected the book she wanted and then retreated back to her bedroom, to read in peace. About half an hour before lunchtime, she showered and dressed in her revealing French maid’s uniform. When she arrived in the kitchen, the other members of the household were already sitting down to lunch.
“Good afternoon, My Lady.” Lara said, as she curtseyed to Sarah.
Sarah had decided that as the Countess of Abingdon, Lara should curtsey to her each time she saw her, instead of just once a day.
“Lara, please go outside and help Tori bring in the groceries.” Sarah instructed her.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara said, exiting through the kitchen’s back door – a door that she had never bothered to use before her demotion to house maid.
Tori was waiting for her outside, standing next to her brand new black BMW 3 Series sedan, which Sarah had bought for her after her promotion to housekeeper. In Lara’s opinion, the luxury car was far too good for Tori, but she kept that opinion to herself. Now that Tori was her supervisor in the house and responsible for allocating her daily duties, Lara tried her best not to anger her.
“Good afternoon, Ma’am.” Lara said, curtseying to Tori. “Lady Sarah asked me to help you bring in the groceries.”
Tori smirked at her. The former maid was loving her newfound power over Lara, and lorded it over her every chance she got. Lara was not in the least bit surprised when ‘helping’ Tori turned into Tori throwing her the car keys and letting her unload the car on her own, while she went inside to eat. Once she was done carrying the heavy shopping bags inside and loading the groceries into the pantry and refrigerator, she helped herself to some leftovers from the lunch spread that everyone else had been able to enjoy fresh. That was another calculated insult to reinforce Lara’s inferior status.
After lunch, Tori gleefully put Lara to work, doing the shittiest jobs around the Manor House – literally. Lara spent the next 4 hours on her hands and knees, scouring bathroom tiles and scrubbing toilets. It was exhausting and mind-numbing work, but all of that was overshadowed by the humiliation of being forced to clean toilets in her own Manor House. Lara was grateful when Tori called a halt and told Lara that Lady Sarah wanted to see her in the garage. Lara politely thanked her and made her way downstairs. She found Sarah inside the garage, examining Lara’s collection of luxury cars. It annoyed Lara to see the beautiful blonde wandering around her Manor House as if she owned the place.
“Oh good, you’re here.” Sarah said.
Lara curtseyed and said, “You called for me, My Lady?”
Sarah nodded. “I’ve finally decided upon a punishment for your earlier bad behaviour, when you forgot to address me by my rightful title.” Sarah said, referring to an incident almost a week ago.
Lara waited politely for Sarah’s decision – and Sarah made her wait, as an obvious power play intended to emphasize her superior position.
“I’ve decided that I want you to put on a little private show for me.” Sarah said.
Lara was confused. She and Sarah had been fucking each other like a pair of horny rabbits every night for the last week, so she was baffled as to what more Sarah could want from her. Sarah ran her fingers across the sparkling silver paintwork of Lara’s prized E-type Jaguar convertible. Sarah looked stunning in her yellow sundress, and Lara noticed with annoyance that she was wearing a pair of Lara’s yellow Jimmy Choo high heels. Lara knew that Sarah had dozens of pairs of designer shoes of her own, but the bitch insisted on parading around in Lara’s shoes, just to annoy her!
“This is a beautiful car.” Sarah commented.
The convertible’s top was open, and Sarah leaned down to touch the creamy leather of the car’s fully restored interior.
“It belonged to my father, My Lady.” Lara answered.
“Lock the garage door.” Sarah told her.
Lara walked over to the interior door that led into the main house and locked it. Then she returned to where Sarah was waiting for her.
“Take off your clothes – all of them.” Sarah said.
“But, it’s the middle of the day!” Lara argued. “Someone might see!”
“Are you arguing with me, Lara?” Sarah asked lightly.
“No, it’s just that....” Lara mumbled.
“Lara, you signed a contract that said you would perform the role of my personal sex worker for the next year. Did you think that everything we did would be confined to the bedroom?” Sarah asked, speaking to Lara like an obstinate child.
Lara wasn’t at all happy about this! Swanning around in revealing outfits was one thing – Lara had been blue-balling her staff like that for years – but being completely naked was quite another thing entirely. Sarah saw her hesitation and decided the raise the stakes.
“Well, I guess if you really don’t want to do this, then I won’t force you.” Sarah said reasonably.
“Thank you, My Lady!” Lara said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“I’ll talk to my lawyer and have him dissolve the contract. You’ll still get to keep the 10 million pounds you’ve already received from me, and I’ll get to keep your Title.” Sarah said matter-of-factly.
“What? You can’t do that! The contract says you have to give it back to me!” Lara shouted.
“At the completion of the contract, one year from now – you really should have read the fine print more carefully. In the event that you break the contract, I’m under no obligation to return your Title to you. You could try and fight it in the courts, but I’m way richer than you, so we both know how that would turn out.” Sarah said smugly.
“You bitch! You planned this all along!” Lara shouted venomously.
“If you ever want to regain your former rank and become the Countess of Abingdon once more, you’ll have to honour the terms of the contract and do as you’re told. Now strip!” Sarah ordered.
Lara clenched her fists and shouted in wordless frustration. Her outburst didn’t make her feel any better. On the contrary, Sarah remained completely calm and unaffected by her emotional display, which made Lara feel like a petulant child having a temper tantrum. What made the situation worse was that Lara knew she had been outmanoeuvred. If she ever wanted to have her noble Title restored, she would have no choice but to go along with whatever perverted commands Sarah decided to give her. Lara took several calming breaths before she spoke again.
“I apologise for my outburst, My Lady. I will do as you’ve instructed.” Lara said, fighting to remain calm.
Sarah grinned like a cat that had just caught a mouse. As Lara began to undress, Sarah walked over to a work bench and picked up an expensive professional-grade video camera. Lara knew that Sarah was allowed to film her activities under the contract that she’d signed, provided that she kept those recordings private; but Lara had held out hope that the blonde had just been bluffing. Now she knew otherwise. Lara undid her white apron and removed her headpiece and shoes. Then she unzipped the back of the tight black maid’s dress and slid it up over her head.
“Keep going!” Sarah said, staring at her through the viewfinder display of the ultra high definition video camera.
Lara blushed and looked away from the camera. She removed her black bra and panties and then slid her white thigh-high stockings down her legs. Now completely naked, she waited to see what Sarah would want her to do next.
“I want you to climb inside the Jaguar. Put both of the front seats down, so they don’t block the view.” Sarah said.
Lara padded barefoot across the cold concrete of the spacious garage to where her prized Series 1 Jaguar E-type was parked. The two-seat convertible’s top was already down, so she opened the driver’s door and lowered the driver’s seat as far down as it would go. Then she leaned across to the passenger side and lowered the passenger seat as well.
“Mmmm… your little holes look so good from this angle.” Sarah said, as she focused her camera on Lara’s gorgeous backside.
Lara reddened, as she released that in her bent over position, she was flashing both of her holes at Sarah’s camera. Sarah walked around to the back of the car and leaned forward over the small trunk.
“Alright Lara, now I want you to introduce yourself to the camera, tell us that you really love your car and then I want you to give the gearstick a blowjob.” Sarah said.
Lara’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Lara said incredulously.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Sarah said seriously. “The sooner you perform to my satisfaction, the sooner you can get dressed again.”
Lara shook her head at the absurdity of Sarah’s instructions. She cleared her throat and looked directly into the lens of Sarah’s video camera.
“My name is Lady Lara…” Lara started to say, and then remembered that at present, she didn’t have a Title. “I mean, my name is Lara Croft, and I really love…”
“Stop!” Sarah interrupted. “I want you to use your most seductive bedroom voice – make me believe you really, really love your car. And then blow the gearstick like it’s a cock – use your lips, your tongue, everything! Got it?” Sarah asked.
Oh, I’ve got it alright, you perverted bitch! But Lara was smart enough to keep those thoughts to herself, and simply nodded and looked up into the camera lens.
“My name is Lara Croft, and I really LOVE this car!” Lara said, in her most sultry and seductive voice.
Sarah gave her a thumbs-up from behind the camera, and kept filming. Lara took a deep breath and lowered her face down towards the gearstick. The gear shifter in Lara’s fully restored Jaguar featured a 2 inch-diameter ball made from black anodised aluminium, sitting atop a thin 1-foot-long stainless steel gearstick. Lara felt herself blushing with embarrassment, as she reluctantly stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip of the gearstick. She tried to ignore the unpleasant metallic taste of the gear knob, as she ran her tongue over it like it was a cock.
Lara leaned forward and tilted her head to the side, so that she could lick her tongue up and down the thin steel shaft of the gearstick. She looked up at Sarah’s camera, which was recording every moment of her humiliation, and blushed with embarrassment. She felt ridiculous, performing fellatio on a car. Once again, she found herself hating the fact that fate had left her at the mercy of a sadistic bitch like Sarah Green. Her former friend was clearly mentally unwell, and now she seemed determined to suck Lara down into her sick sexual fantasies.
“That’s great, Lara! Now put it in your mouth!” Sarah said, directing Lara like she was an actress in a movie.
Lara glanced up at the camera and shivered with humiliation. After a second’s hesitation, she gingerly opened her mouth and swallowed the bulbous shifter knob inside. Lara instinctively licked her tongue around the gear knob, treating it as if it was the tip of a man’s cock, but then she stopped herself, feeling stupid. It wasn’t as if the car could actually feel her talented tongue pleasuring it. Not sure what else to do, she started bobbing her mouth up and down on the gearstick, taking several inches of it inside her mouth. The gear knob was too thick to fit inside her throat, not that she wanted to try anyway – so she turned her head to the side instead. Sarah’s camera captured Lara’s cheek bulging outwards around the gear knob, as she slid her mouth up and down the shaft.
After about 5 minutes of filming, Sarah became bored and gave Lara her next set of instructions.
“Alright Lara, now I want you to ride the gearstick until you orgasm.” Sarah said.
Lara pulled her mouth from the gearstick in shock, leaving it connected to her red lips by a long drooping rope of saliva. Her face reddened and she felt her heart beating faster. She looked down at the slippery gear knob, which was now wet with her saliva, and wondered if it would even fit inside her. Lara awkwardly straddled the gearstick and reached around behind her to grasp the gearstick with her hand. As she lowered herself down onto it, she guided her pussy towards the large round knob. She could feel it pressing against her pussy lips.
The gearstick was sticking out of the raised centreline floor between the dashboard and front seats. Thanks to the cramped confines of the car’s passenger compartment, Lara couldn’t place her knees on the ground, so she was effectively performing a sumo squat on top of it. The pose highlighted Lara’s muscular thighs and the feminine curves of her hips. Sarah focused the camera of Lara’s smoothly shaved pussy, watching as Lara’s tight pussy lips expanded open around the black metal gear knob, like a snake swallowing a bird. Lara grimaced with discomfort, as her pussy lips strained against the large intrusion, before finally admitting it inside.
Once the thickest part of the gear knob was inside her, the comparatively thin metal shaft beneath it offered virtually no resistance, and Lara was able to slide herself a full 7 inches down the gearstick, before it finally bottomed out inside of her. Sarah checked her phone, but didn’t stop filming. Lara slid her pussy up and down the gearstick impaling her. It felt cold and hard – completely unlike a human penis – but the thickness of the tip felt pleasant inside her. Reaching out with both hands, leaned forward against the seat headrests and started twerking her pussy up and down on top of the gearstick.
The slight change in angles caused the thick gear knob to rub directly against her G-spot, and Lara bit her lower lip sexily, as her pleasure increased. Her large breasts bounced up and down beneath her chest, as she literally fucked her own car. She was so wet that her pussy was sliding effortlessly up and down the gearstick, and her wet juices were dripping down the narrow stainless steel gear shaft. She glanced up and found herself looking directly into the lens of Sarah’s camera. It felt as though her pride was being sucked out of her body through the camera’s wide lens.
Lara’s face turned bright red, as she imagined the humiliation she would feel if anyone she knew ever saw this video. She imagined the video being leaked online and posted to hundreds of porn websites. The scandal would be enormous and her carefully crafted public image would be ruined overnight. The tabloid magazines and gossip websites would then pile-on, gleefully reporting her shameful downfall. She imagined her friends disowning her, and people laughing at her behind her back, and calling a slut and a whore. But for some reason, the idea of millions of anonymous people masturbating to her sex tape also made her feel inexplicably aroused. Lara’s eyes were closed now, and she continued to gyrate her hips up and down on top of the gearstick, as her orgasm grew closer and closer.
The Jaguar convertible was backed into the garage, with the front facing outwards towards the large roller doors. Lara was facing towards the back of the garage, where Sarah was filming her over the car’s trunk, so she was completely unaware when the well-oiled roller door behind her suddenly began to rise. As the door slid open on its hinges, Sarah placed her camera down on the work bench behind her, so that it would record what happened next. Then she walked over to the internal door that led from the garage into the main house, swiftly unlocked it and stepped through. Lara remained oblivious to any of these developments, and continued to hump her pussy up and down on the Jaguar’s gearstick.
As the garage door reached its apex, Winston drove Lara’s Rolls Royce into the large garage – and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stopped the Rolls Royce halfway inside the luxury garage and stared in disbelief at the spread backside of a completely naked Lara Croft, who was grinding her crotch down onto the gearstick of her Jaguar convertible sports car. The passenger seated beside him whistled in appreciation, but Winston was mortified. He unbuckled his seatbelt, flung open the driver’s door and stormed over to where Lara was lewdly fucking her car. To add to his shock, he saw that Lara was apparently filming her obscene activities, using a video camera that she’d placed on the nearby work bench.
“Have you lost your mind, Lara!?” Winston shouted angrily.
Lara’s eyes shot open in horror. The sudden surprise of Winston’s angry voice right next to her made her lose her balance, and she fell forward onto the gearstick, taking it far deeper than she’d intended. 8 full inches of gearstick rammed up inside her wet pussy, while the thick gear knob slammed forcefully against her sensitive cervix. The additional stimulation finally tipped Lara over the edge, causing her to orgasm at the most embarrassing moment possible – in front of her old friend and mentor. She wanted desperately to stop, but she couldn’t help but grind her pussy faster and faster against the gearstick, as she milked her orgasm for all it was worth. Her cheeks reddened, her eyes rolled upwards and her tongue lolled out of her open mouth, as the garage was filled with the lewd sounds of her wanton moaning.
Winston looked away in disgust and stormed back to the Rolls Royce. Her climbed back inside and drove the Rolls Royce into its parking spot in the garage, before getting out and shutting the roller door behind him. By now, Lara had recovered her senses and was completely horrified by what she had just done. Winston was looking at her with an angry expression that she had never seen before, while his passenger – another old man of about Winston’s age – was openly leering at her naked body. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, Lara tumbled out of the car and bent down to collect her clothes.
She heard Winston’s companion whistle, and realized that she had just flashed both of her holes at him while she bent over. Blushing with shame, Lara slid on her bra and panties and then pulled her French maid’s dress down over her head. Winston shook his head in disbelief and stormed out of the garage.
“I think I’m going to enjoy working here, Winston my lad!” The other man said, as he chased after Winston.
Lara finished dressing in her stockings, shoes and apron, and then looked up to find Sarah staring down at her. Unknown to Lara, Sarah had been in constant contact with Winston’s passenger, so that she would know exactly when they were due to return. It was no accident that Winston had caught Lara in such a compromising position, and it wouldn’t be the last time either, if Sarah had anything to say about it.
“Where did you go?” Lara asked accusingly.
“Mind you tone, Lara! Or do I need to teach you another lesson?” Sarah said.
“This is serious, Sarah! Winston just saw me naked! He’s going to think I’ve turned into some sort of sex pervert!” Lara said.
“Then I guess you’d better rush off and explain yourself to him.” Sarah said, grinning.
Lara gritted her teeth and stormed out of the garage.
“You forgot to use my title again, Lara! You know what that means!” Sarah shouted after her.
Lara ignored her and rushed off to find Winston. She found him in the kitchen, speaking to the new arrival. Lara blushed when he turned towards her and grinned lecherously. The man looked around 60 years of age and about Winston’s height and build, but whereas Winston’s hair was entirely grey, this man’s hair was obviously dyed black. Lara rolled her eyes at the vanity of men and their inability to age gracefully. He was dressed more casually than Winston, in a black shirt with no tie and a pair of black pants.
“Sir, could I speak with you for a moment?” Lara asked Winston.
“I’m busy right now, Lara!” Winston said dismissively.
Lara placed a hand on his arm. “Please, Winston!” Lara said imploringly.
Winston frowned, but then nodded and led Lara into the kitchen pantry.
“What is it now, Lara?” Winston asked gruffly.
He’d never been that short with her before, and she found it a little bit unnerving.
“Winston… I um…” Lara tried to think of a plausible excuse for her exhibitionist behaviour, but her mind came up empty.
She could have told Winston about the second contract – the one where she had agreed to become Sarah’s personal sex worker – but he’d probably lose all respect for her, if he learned that she had sold herself into sexual servitude in exchange for 20 million pounds.
“Lara, I really don’t feel comfortable speaking about this. I’ve always tried to have an open mind about your lifestyle choices, but what I just saw crossed the line!” Winston rebuked her.
“I know! I made a mistake! I promise it won’t happen again! Please don’t tell any of the others about this!” Lara implored, thinking of how Zip, Allister and Tori would tease her endlessly if they ever found it.
Winston frowned, but eventually he nodded his ascent.
“I’ll keep your secret Lara – for old time’s sake. But I expect you to act with more discretion in the future.” Winston said.
He walked out of the pantry without saying another word. Lara couldn’t tell whether that meant that he had forgiven her, or whether he was still angry at her. Lara followed him out of the pantry to where his companion was waiting.
“Winston, won’t you introduce me to your pretty young friend?” The man said.
“This is Lara. She’s a maid at Croft Manor.” Winston said.
Lara noticed that he didn’t bother explaining who she really was. Did the man already know or Winston ashamed of her, she wondered?
“Lara, this is Shaun Rigby, Lady Sarah’s personal chef.” Winston said.
Lara gave a resigned sigh and curtseyed prettily to Shaun. “Pleased to meet you, Sir.” Lara replied.
Shaun raised his eyebrows and smiled with genuine humour.
“Such a polite young lady. I could definitely get used to this!” Shaun answered, as he stared down the front of her dress at her exposed cleavage.
Lara knew she should get back to work, but she was intrigued by the obvious familiarity between Winston and Shaun. Winston had always been a very private man and Lara had never met any of his friends. She was also curious about how someone so old had come to work for Sarah Green as her personal chef.
“You two know each other then?” Lara asked.
Shaun smiled. “Old Winston and I go way back. We served in the Parachute Regiment together in the Falklands.” Shaun said.
Lara knew that Winston had served in the army, prior to coming to work for her father, but he rarely spoke of it.
“So, how did you end up becoming Lady Sarah’s personal chef?” Lara asked.
“Well, after I finished my enlistment, I got a job in a restaurant, washing dishes and helping out in the kitchen. The head chef took a liking to me and started teaching me how to cook – just simple dishes at first, but it turned out that I had a talent for it. After a couple of years, I worked my way up to assistant chef. When he retired a few years later, he recommended me to the owners to take over as head chef. Since then, I’ve worked in half a dozen Micheline Star restaurants, but my age finally started to catch up with me. I was thinking about retiring, but then I was approached to become Miss Green’s personal chef. After spending every day cooking for hundreds of people, cooking for just Miss Green or a few dozen of her guests is easy by comparison.” Shaun explained.
Lara was about to ask another question when Winston told her sternly, “Enough gossip, Lara. It’s time you got back to work.”
“Yes, Sir.” Lara answered, before walking out of the kitchen.
Once outside, she pressed her ear against the door to listen to whatever private conversation Winston and Shaun were having. It seemed too much of a coincidence that a long-time friend of Winston’s just happened to be working for the woman that had usurped Lara’s Title and position as the Lady of Croft Manor.
“How do you get any work done with that around?” Shaun asked.
“She’s… been acting out of character lately.” Winston answered.
“Did you see how she’s dressed? The girl’s obviously a slut! I’d say she’s behaving exactly in character!” Shaun said.
“Lara isn’t like that!” Winston replied defensively.
“Winston, Sarah told me that Lara used to be Lady of this house. I think that’s what’s clouding your judgement. Do you remember that asshole Major – what was his name?” Shaun said.
“Major Jones.” Winston said.
“We all hated him, but you insisted that we still treat him with respect. You said that you salute the rank, not the man.” Shaun said.
“So I did. What of it?” Winston asked.
“Your service to the Croft Family has blinded you to what kind of woman Lara Croft really is. You instinctively defend her, not because she deserves it but because she’s the Countess of Abingdon.” Shaun said.
There was a pregnant pause before Winston answered.
“Go on.” Winston said.
“Look at her, Winston. She dresses like a slut and she behaves like a whore. Now don’t get me wrong – history is full of examples of whores who went on to lead upstanding lives. That’s why, in the old days, fathers used to marry off their daughters young – before they had a chance to get themselves into any trouble. Being married and pregnant tends to have a calming effect on even the lustiest wench!” Shaun said.
Lara was appalled that any man could hold such outdated and sexist opinions, and she waited silently for Winston to correct him.
“I promised her late father that I would look after her. I tried to arrange suitable matches, but Lara rejected them all. She said that she wasn’t ready to marry yet, or that they weren’t good enough for her.” Winston said sadly.
“The bitch has too much pride. Maybe this year-long stint as a maid will finally knock some sense into her.” Shaun said.
“We can only hope!” Winston agreed. “However, as a favour to me, could we keep this embarrassing episode between the two of us?”
“I won’t tell a soul, Winston, but I don’t think it’s me you need to worry about.” Shaun said.
“What do you mean?” Winston asked.
“Did you see the camera on the bench?” Shaun asked, and Winston nodded.
“I’d bet good money that she’s been filming herself and selling the videos on the internet. There are subscription websites like OnlyFans, where attractive young girls like her can make a ton of money working as amateur pornstars.” Shaun explained.
“Lara would never do something like that!” Winston insisted, but he didn’t sound entirely confident.
Lara was furious! How could Winston think so little of her, she wondered? Instead of standing up for her, he had practically agreed with Shaun’s sexist assessment of her life! She was so tempted to storm back into the kitchen and give both men a piece of her mind, but she realised that doing so would only set Winston further against her. He had given her explicit instructions to get back to work, and she had disobeyed him by eavesdropping on their private conversation.
Lara silently backed away from the kitchen door and made her way back upstairs. She spent the remainder of the day scrubbing clean bathrooms and toilets. When Tori finally came to get her for dinner, Lara was starving. She walked downstairs to put away her cleaning supplies in the laundry, before walking to the kitchen. Shaun had cooked-up another scrumptious meal for them, although Lara was again forced to wait for her share, since she was expected to serve everyone else before she ate.
Sarah sat at the head of the table, near Winston, Tori and Shaun. Zip and Allister were in the middle, ogling Lara’s breasts through her low-cut dress, while Lara sat glumly at the far end of the table. She was too tired to bother flirting with Zip or Allister – not to mention that Tori was sitting right there and would probably have punished her for it later, by giving her even worse jobs to do. As Lara ignored the boys and ate her meal, her ears pricked up when she heard Sarah mention that she would be hosting another Charity party, this time at Croft Manor.
“The party will be held tomorrow night. I’d like you to plan for around 60 guests. They’re each paying 5,000 pounds to the Charity to attend, so I’ll expect the menu to be up to your usual high standards.” Sarah told her personal chef.
“I’ll draw up a list of the ingredients I need and give them to Winston.” Shaun said.
Sarah shook her head. “Give them to Tori. I’ll need Winston’s help finalising the seating plan and laying out the table settings.” Sarah said.
“Lara!” Sarah said loudly, addressing her.
“Yes, My Lady?” Lara replied, looking up.
“I want you to help Winston set up for the party, and when Winston greets the guests, it’ll be your job to take their coats. You’ll also be assisting Winston and Tori with serving dinner and refreshments.” Sarah said.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara answered.
After clearing up the dishes, Lara accompanied Sarah upstairs to their bedroom, where she spent another night pleasing her former friend with her mouth, while receiving forced orgasms from her vibrating egg. The following morning was a hive of activity, and Lara had to skip her morning workout in order to help with preparations for the Charity party that evening. She spent the morning assisting Shaun in the kitchen. The man was obnoxiously condescending towards her – not trusting her with anything but the simplest tasks, such washing dishes and fetching ingredients. She also found herself carrying dozens of bags of food inside from Tori’s shopping trips.
After lunch, Lara spent the remainder of the afternoon assisting Winston and Tori setting up table places for the Charity dinner. It was also her responsibility to clean out the dusty and neglected cloak room and ensure that there were sufficient hangers inside to cater for Sarah’s 60 guests. As she assisted with the preparations, it occurred to Lara that she had attended hundreds of fancy dinners during her time as the Countess of Abingdon, but she had never once given any thought to the hours of work that were required to make them happen.
Lara and the other staff had an early dinner at 5.30pm, since they wouldn’t get a chance to eat later. Then it was time for everyone to get ready. Sarah had monopolised the bedroom and ensuite, and had brought in a team of makeup artists and hair stylists to prepare her for the party, so Lara was forced to use one of the guest bathrooms instead. As she washed and dried herself, she was extra careful not to make any unnecessary mess, since she would probably be the one who would have to clean it up later. It was strange how manual labour changed your perspective and behaviour, Lara thought, as she dressed in a fresh French maid’s outfit.
Lara made her way downstairs to the main hall. Winston and Tori were already there, waiting for the first guests to arrive. Tori was wearing a tasteful black cocktail dress and a pair of black high heels, while Winston was wearing a black tuxedo. Lara felt ludicrously underdressed by comparison – she felt like someone who had been tricked into attending a normal party in a slutty fancy dress costume. As they waited, Sarah finally emerged and descended gracefully down the main staircase.
“You look stunning, My Lady.” Winston complimented her.
Lara felt a twinge of jealousy, as she remembered the days when Winston had paid those compliments to her. Tori also complimented Sarah’s stylish appearance. Sarah was wearing an elegant three-quarter length dress made out of salmon-coloured floral lace, paired with a pair of beige leather Louboutin high heels. Lara hid her irritation at Sarah wearing one of her favourite pairs of shoes. She could see a skin-coloured slip underneath Sarah’s lace dress, to protect her modesty. Lara thought that last addition was pedestrian and boring. Lara would have done without it and worn skin-coloured underwear instead, giving the impression of nudity through the lace pattern of the dress.
Sarah gave them their final instructions, and then sat down on one of the luxurious sofas that sat around the large fireplace. As the front doorbell rang, Lara felt her stomach flutter with butterflies. Up until this moment, her servitude to Sarah had only been witnessed by her former staff, but now she would be forced to play the role of servant in front of her own social circle. Winston walked to the front door and opened it. On the other side was a group of 8 well-dressed men and women, aged from their late 30’s to early 50’s. They were talking and laughing with each other, as Winston greeted them formally.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Green Manor. Please come inside.” Winston said.
Lara’s eyes widened in shock to hear her ancestral home referred to by Sarah’s family name instead of her own. She supposed that technically it was now Green Manor, since Sarah was now technically the Countess of Abingdon, but why had Winston called it that? Sarah must have put him up to it, Lara thought! The men were dressed in elegant black tuxedos, while the women wore colourful cocktail dresses. Sarah must have relaxed the dress code from black tie formal to cocktail for this event, Lara thought. Their colourful dresses of yellow, red, green and blue made Lara’s own black and white outfit seem dull and boring by comparison.
“May I take your coat, Ma’am?” Lara said, curtseying to the first of the women.
The woman turned towards Lara and all conversation ceased.
“Lara, is that you?” The woman asked, as if only noticing her for the first time.
That was not unusual for someone of her social class. Wealthy aristocrats like herself were trained from an early age to ignore servants, and with enough practice, they tended to just blend facelessly into the background.
“Yes, Ma’am. May I take your coat?” Lara repeated.
The woman laughed imperiously and tossed her shawl towards Lara. Lara curtseyed to the next woman in line and repeated her question. Only two of the women wearing wearing coats, since it was a warm summer night, but they all seemed thrilled to be receiving a deferential curtsey from a former English Countess – someone who had outranked most of them just a week earlier. She also noticed that her physical stature had diminished as well. Lara was used to commanding attention by being much taller than most of the women around her. But tonight, she was wearing her flat maid’s shoes, whereas all of the fancily dressed female guests were wearing high heels. This meant that even those women who normally stood much shorter than Lara were now walking around at her height or taller.
Lara felt ashamed and embarrassed, but she didn’t have time to ponder how far she had fallen, as the next group of guests began to arrive. After they were greeted by Winston, Lara again curtseyed and asked the ladies if she could take their coats. Most of the women seemed to think it was hilariously funny that Lara was calling them and their husbands Sir and Ma’am. Tori was moving amongst the guests with a large silver tray of champagne glasses, which the wealthy guests took without so much as a thank you. Lara noticed that while the women were speaking to Sarah and mingling amongst themselves, most of their husbands had gathered in a group and were standing directly behind her.
Lara looked back over her shoulder and saw that they were watching her as she greeted the guests. It was only when she curtseyed and she saw their eyes light up that she realised they were perving at her ass, which was revealed to them each time she bent down to curtsey. Lara felt a rush of excitement, as she felt herself becoming the centre of attention again. She realised that she was attracting entirely the wrong sort of attention, but any attention was better than no attention. So she started curtseying even lower, causing her frilly French maid’s dress to rise higher up her hips and expose even more of her G-string clad ass.
At the same time, she blushed with excitement, as the arriving male guests took the opportunity to perve down the lowcut front of her dress at her cleavage. As more and more guests arrived, Lara completely forgot her earlier embarrassment and basked in the attention she was receiving. Some of her social rivals had once venomously commented that she was nothing but an attention whore, and she was proving them right – not that she possessed the self-awareness necessary to recognise it.
When all 60 of Sarah’s guests had arrived, Winston called everyone to be seated inside the large dining room. The guests slowly seated themselves, while Winston, Lara and Tori went to the kitchen to fetch the first course of food. As she carried out the first lot of plates and started placing them in front of the guests, Lara experienced another moment of intense humiliation. She realised that she had been demoted to serving food at a party that she would have previously attended as an honoured guest.
Once all of the guests had received their first course, Lara and the other staff stood back by the wall and waited patiently to refill their wine glasses for them. As Lara moved forward to refill the guests’ glasses, she still received lascivious glances from the men, but she noticed that much of the initial interest in her reduced position within the Manor House had waned, and most of the guests were now absorbed in their own conversations. As humiliating as it was to be mocked and derided in front of her former social equals, Lara found it was even worse to be ignored by them. She was used to being the centre of attention wherever she went, but now her black and white maid’s uniform made her blend almost invisibly into the background.
After about 30 minutes, Winston called her and Tori forward to start clearing away the used plates and cutlery from the table, in preparation for the next course of food being served. Lara found herself blushing with embarrassment, as she was forced to clean-up after people like a peasant. After the table was cleared, Lara helped to serve the next course of food and then again stood back by the wall, waiting patiently until she was needed. Not only was being a servant demeaning, but at times like these it was mind-numbingly boring.
Lara found her mind wandering with disinterest, and Winston had to nudge her back to alertness, when it was finally time to clear away the second course of food and bring out desert. Lara again assisted in clearing the dishes, and then she and Tori each grabbed a tray of deserts from the kitchen and made their way out into the main hall. The guests had left the dining room and were standing in small groups around the great hall, talking and laughing.
“I’ll take the left side of the room and you take the right.” Tori said.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Lara answered.
A middle-aged woman in an expensive red dress, who was standing within hearing, raised an eyebrow at hearing Lara address her former maid as Ma’am.
“Lara, did I just hear you call that young woman Ma’am?” The woman asked.
“Yes, Ma’am. Lady Sarah makes me call every member of staff Sir or Ma’am, since I’m now the lowest ranked servant in the household.” Lara explained.
“Girls! Come and listen to this!” The woman in red called out.
Lara soon found herself surrounded by a large group of women. The woman in red made her repeat her humiliating admission in front of her new audience. The eyes of the wealthy women surrounding her lit up with unseemly interest, and Lara she was suddenly bombarded with embarrassing questions about what else Lady Sarah made her do. Lara answered their embarrassing questions as best she could, and they hung on her every word. It seemed that the bored wealthy women couldn’t get enough scandalous details of Lara’s fall from grace, and they were particularly interested in Lara’s interactions with her former staff.
They listened attentively as she described having to take orders from her former butler and maid, and call them Sir and Ma’am; and they were positively delighted when she explained how Lady Sarah made her curtsey to each member of staff the first time she saw them each day. As Lara told her tale, more and more women came over, and despite her initial embarrassment, Lara started feeling more and more comfortable telling her tale. Soon, she had forgotten all about the deserts she was supposed to be serving, and left the tray on one of the coffee tables. She allowed herself to be led over to another group of men and women, where she repeated her tale, to the delight of her enthralled audience.
Lara was beaming, as she finally receiving the attention and validation that she so desperately craved. Tori was fuming. Not only had she been forced to serve Lara’s side of the room as well as her own, but she was now having to clear away all of the used dishes without any help from Lara. After completing her duties, Tori found Sarah sitting with half a dozen guests near the fireplace and whispered her complaint into Sarah’s ear. Then she pointed over towards the other side of the room, where Lara was definitively acting more like a partygoer that a servant. She was smiling and speaking at the centre of a rapt audience of guests, who appeared to hang on her every word.
Sarah thanked Tori for bringing this information to her attention and then called for Winston. Lara was so engrossed in being the centre of attention that she failed to hear Winston tapping a wine glass to get everyone’s attention. As all the talking died down, Lara’s voice could still be heard speaking loudly at the back of the room, describing how disgusting it was to have to clean toilets. Her voice died in her throat, when she heard the silence of the room and saw everyone staring in her direction.
“Lara, please come here!” Sarah ordered.
Lara lowered her eyes and walked quickly over to where her Sarah was standing.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I must apologise for my maid’s behaviour. It’s clear that she’s forgotten her place and has been acting like a guest at this party, rather than as a servant.” Sarah announced.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Lara?” Sarah asked accusingly.
All of the guests’ eyes lit up with excitement at the unfolding drama, and they eagerly waited to see how it would play out.
“I’m sorry, My Lady. I forgot my place.” Lara apologised.
“I’m afraid that a simple apology isn’t going to cut it this time. You’ll need to be punished.” Sarah said.
There was an excited murmuring amongst the guests, as they waited breathlessly to see what would happen next. Sarah let the anticipation build before she made her announcement to the guests.
“I’ve been doing some research, and it turns out that corporal punishment used to be the most common method of disciplining disobedient servants; so I thought it might be fun if we reintroduced that tradition, and raised some extra money for the Charity at the same time.” Sarah said.
Now she really had the crowd’s attention, and Lara felt herself swallow nervously.
“Anyone who wishes can inflict 5 smacks upon the shapely backside of our naughty little maid – and all it’ll cost you is a measly 2,000 pounds, all of which will go to the Charity.” Sarah said.
The room exploded into raucous conversation. Surely no one would take Sarah up on her offer! Lara had known some of these people for years! She thought of many of them as her friends! Then her heart sank when she heard some of the comments being made around her.
“Well, since it’s for Charity!” One male guest said, grinning from ear to ear.
“I think it’s about time someone spanked her entitled backside!” Another female guest commented good-humouredly, to much laughter.
Winston went around the room with a portable electronic payment device that the Charity often used at fundraisers like these. Lara looked on in disbelief as he took down names and scanned credit cards for payments. To her dismay, it turned out that at least three quarters of the 60 guests had paid for the privilege of spanking her aristocratic backside. Lara was still quite young compared to most of the men and women who attended these Charity events, and she hadn’t realised just how bored and jaded most of them had become. Two thousand pounds was apparently a small price to pay to break their boredom and try something exciting and forbidden.
Winston carried a chair to the centre of the room and the first lucky guests in line, a distinguished-looking man aged in his late 50’s, sat down and waited. As Lara walked towards the chair, a dense circle of guests formed around it, eager to get the best view possible. Lara felt like she was walking slowly towards her own execution, and her heart was beating out of her chest. Being surrounded by so many people dressed in all their finery – men wearing stylish black tuxedos and luxury watches and women wearing expensive designer dresses and jewellery – made her feel even more inferior and subservient. Not to mention slightly intimidated, since most of the people present were standing taller than her, thanks to the flat shoes that Sarah made her wear.
The man seated on the chair smiled up at her lasciviously and patted his knee, gesturing for Lara to bend herself over him. Lara blushed with embarrassment and knelt down over his lap, so that her flat stomach was resting on top of his thighs. As Lara bent forward, her short French maid’s dress rose up over her ass, exposing her tiny back G-string to the guests lucky enough to be standing on that side of her. As if by some unspoken agreement, most of the men drifted into a position where they could see under Lara’s dress and admire her naked buttocks. The women, on the other hand, seemed more interested in seeing the look on Lara’s beautiful aristocratic face, as she suffered the indignity of being spanking in front of her former peers.
“Five spanks! Begin when ready!” Sarah announced, to the delighted applause of the guests.
Lara suddenly gasped, as she felt a hand slap loudly against her exposed buttocks. She rocked forward on the man’s lap, as he spanked her a second time and then a third. On his fourth and fifth smack, Lara bristled with silent indignity, as she felt the man’s fingers stray down lower to brush against her crotch. Having now had his fun, the man stood up and the next man in line took his place on the chair. Lara bent forward over his lap and waited. She gasped in surprise and outrage, as she felt his hand squeezing her ass each time he spanked her. She looked around the room and saw that everyone knew what he was doing, but no one made any move to stop him.
To Lara’s dismay, that seemed to open the floodgates, and every guest that her spanked her afterwards also took the opportunity to squeeze and molest her firm gymnast’s ass. Lara’s shapely ass started to redden under their assaults, but in truth most of the male guests were going easy on her – more concerned with copping a feel than actually causing her discomfort. That all changed when the first female guest took her seat and bent Lara forward over her lap. Lara grunted with discomfort, as the woman spanked her hard enough to make her entire body rock forwards. She did this with each of her five smacks, causing Lara to grunt in time with each stinging blow against her backside.
The next two women in line also followed this trend, and Lara’s sexy ass was quickly turned a brighter shade of red. Lara blushed with shame, as she looked up into the faces of the female guests standing around her head, all of whom were smiling and staring with delight at her humiliated face. By this time, 15 guests had taken turns spanking her ass, for a total of 75 slaps. Lara’s heart fluttered and she began to panic, as she felt a familiar wetness starting to form between her legs. No, this can’t be happening, Lara thought! Not now, in front of all these people!
The spanking was painful and humiliating, so why was her body being turned on by it? She prayed that no one would notice. Thankfully, the next few men didn’t notice, as they were far too concerned with their own pleasure. It also helped that the excited men’s own sweaty palms helped to mask Lara’s wetness. But then a middle aged woman in an expensive cream-coloured Louis Vuitton evening dress announced loudly after spanking her, “The slut feels wet! I think she’s actually enjoying this!”
The next well-dressed woman to spank her actually held up her wet fingers for the rest of the guests to see, confirming to everyone present what a perverted slut the former Countess of Abingdon really was. Sarah saw her discomfort and made sure that the next dozen guests to spank Lara were all women as well. Lara’s ass was turned bright red from the repeated stinging smacks, as the woman went to town on her defenceless backside. The pain from the stinging blows was bad enough, but what made it worse were the comments she could hear coming from the audience around her.
The men’s comments were predictable – calling her a sexy bitch, a slut and a whore – but the women’s comments cut far deeper. She heard one woman tell her friend that she’d always suspected that Lara was nothing but a cheap slut, and this just confirmed it. Another commented that it was wonderful that Lara had finally found her proper place in society, serving her betters. But the hardest comment to hear was when one of the older women, who was a Countess herself, told Sarah that she hoped she could keep her new Title of Countess of Abingdon once Lara’s year of service ended, since Sarah obviously deserved the Title a lot more than Lara did. Lara was dismayed to hear that most of the other guests seemed to agree with her. How could they think that, Lara thought? I’m not a lowly servant! I’m one of them!
The spanking seemed to go on forever! When all of the 45 paying guests had finally had their turn, Lara’s bright red ass had been spanked 225 times. When it was finally over, Lara stood up and pulled her short maid’s dress down over her bright red backside. The stinging slaps had left Lara’s ass feeling like it was on fire, and she had to fight back tears to stop herself from crying. The humiliation of being spanked in front of a roomful of her peers was unbearable, and she could feel her blushing face turning a bright shade of red to match her painfully sore backside. She could feel every set of eyes in the room staring at her, until Sarah once again stole the limelight once more.
“Let’s all give our little maid, Lara, a round of applause for being such a good sport!” Sarah announced cheerfully.
The guests all applauded enthusiastically, clapping and laughing with delight at Lara’s performance. Only a week earlier, she had been the social equal of these people – if not superior to them, because of her birth and Title – but now they were looking at her as though her only value to them was as entertainment. It made her feel sick. Lara also saw something even more disturbing on the faces of some of the guests: a predatory look that told her these people would be looking forward to abusing her again in the future.
Lara’s corporal punishment signalled the end of the evening, and soon after the guests started to file out. Lara was forced to stand by the main entrance and hand the guests their coats as they left. She was so humiliated that she couldn’t look any of them in the eye, and simply stared at their feet as they walked past her. Winston’s face was unreadable, but he seemed to make a point of not looking at Lara. Was he ashamed at her, Lara wondered? He had to know that this was all Sarah’s doing, and Lara had no choice but to obey her! Tori’s feelings, on the other hand, were very obvious: the dark-haired former maid was delighted by Lara’s treatment at the hands of her former friends, happy that her arrogant ex-boss had finally been put in her place. She couldn’t wait to tell Zip and Allister all about the evening’s event, which would add yet another dimension to Lara’s humiliation.
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