Lara Croft's Walk of Shame | By : DrFaker Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: M/F, Oral, Exhibitionism, Public Nudity, Bukkake, Cumwalk, Humiliation, ENF |
Lara's breath came in ragged gasps as she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. She turned to face the pack of schoolboys, her chest heaving and her eyes blazing with a newfound fury. Enough was enough. She would not be their entertainment any longer.
The boy at the front of the pack, the one who had been the most vocal in his taunts and lewd comments, held his phone out in front of him, the camera still trained on Lara's exposed rear. She had just about had it with this little shit. Lunging forward, she swiped the phone from his hands, sending it flying through the air. It clattered to the hard ground, the screen shattering on impact.
The boy's face turned an angry red, his mouth agape with shock and outrage. "You fucking cunt!" he yelled, surging towards Lara. But she stood her ground, her eyes flashing dangerously as she bared her teeth at him in a silent snarl. The other boys hung back, uncertain and intimidated by Lara's sudden ferocity.
"I should fucking report you for sexual harassment," Lara hissed, jabbing a finger at the boy's chest. "You and your little cronies think it's okay to film a woman without her consent, to make lewd comments and invasions? Well, it's not. And I won't stand for it a second longer."
Lara continued "You're all a bunch of pathetic little boys," Lara spat. "Go back to your video games and your pocket money!"
With that, she spun on her heel and strode towards the train, her head held high and her pants still clinging precariously to her hips. The schoolboys muttered and grumbled behind her, but none dared to follow, their bravado having evaporated in the face of Lara's righteous wrath. She had faced down tigers and lions in her time as an archaeologist, and these puny boys were no match for her fearless spirit.
Lara's heart still pounded in her chest as she walked down the subway platform, her mind reeling from the confrontation with the schoolboys. She could feel the weight of the other passengers' stares on her, their eyes taking in her revealing outfit and the glimpses of flesh peeking out from her too-tight pants. Despite what happened ,Lara tried to hold her head high, determined not to let the mortification of the day's events get the better of her.
Unfortunately, her resolve was tested once again as her pants began their inevitable downward slide. Despite her best efforts to tug them back up, the relentless gravity and the unforgiving leather conspired against her, and she could feel the cool air of the platform caressing the backs of her thighs.
Just as she reached for the hem of her pants once more, a man's voice rang out above the crowd. "Lara Croft? Is that you?" Lara froze, her hand still clutching the waistband of her pants. She turned slowly, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the middle-aged man striding towards her, a look of recognition and excitement on his face.
"I thought it was you!" the man exclaimed, coming to a halt in front of her. "I've followed your exploits for years. I can't believe I'm actually seeing you in the flesh. You're even more… striking than your photos would suggest." His gaze flicked down to her exposed areolas and bush, before snapping back up to her face.
Lara flushed at the implication in his words, acutely aware of her state of undress. But she couldn't help but feel a small thrill of pleasure at being recognized, even in these trying circumstances. She managed a weak smile and a nod, muttering a hasty "Thank you".
Lara tried her best to tug her pants up as high as they would go, but it was a losing battle. Every two steps, she had to reach down and hoist them back up, feeling the leather dig into her soft flesh with each movement. Her pubic hair was on full display, the wild thatch peeking out from beneath the tight fabric. She could feel the curious and scandalized stares of the crowd, hearing their whispers and giggles as they gawked at her exposed nether regions.
A group of businessmen standing nearby muttered amongst themselves, their eyes roving over Lara's barely-concealed curves. "Can you believe it? Lara Croft, flashing her twat on the subway! She must be off her rocker," one scoffed, nudging his companion.
A prim elderly woman clutched her handbag tighter, shooting Lara a disapproving glare. "In my day, we would never have dreamed of dressing so… indecently. Shameful, really."
Lara burned with humiliation, but a perverse thrill ran through her body as well. She'd never felt so exposed, so deliciously on display. Her pussy tingled and dampened, her nipples visibly hardening against the thin fabric of her crop top.
The train pulled into the station with a whoosh of air, and Lara eagerly boarded, grateful to escape the prying eyes of the crowd. But as she entered, she realized her ordeal was far from over. All the seats were taken. It was fairly crowded. She steps further in and burns with shame.
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