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Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider. I do not own Dead or Alive. I make no money from writing this story.

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Author's note: Again, thanks for the kind words from my reviewers

SammyColt, yes, I may explore how Lara, Zip and Alister deal with the mind-control thing straight after she's indoctrinated, or imprinted or whatever. I imagine that would be fun to write as flashbacks. I'm glad you like my work.

Shade, thanks for your suggestions too. As you can see from this chapter I like the idea of a late-twenties Lara being at the mercy of some nerdy teen. This is definitely something I will explore further in future chapters.

JViper: again, thanks for your quality review. Keep em coming. As you can see from this chapter, I chose Itagaki for a reason, although I have taken some creative licence with his character. I don't intend to make Zip and Alister too mean. Just giving them a chance to work out their frustrations with Lara - who wouldn't be a little pent up having to live in the same house for years with this hotty as your boss? And yes, things will not go according to plan in this plot-line, for Lara or her lackeys. Suggestions are still welcome if you have any good ideas.Thanks

Part 6: Tomb Raider meets DOA

By the time Lara made her way between the grand, dragon-adorned red metal doors of Itagaki Towers, and into the building's cavernous black marble lobby, Zip had already had a lot of fun with her out on the red carpet. In front of the leering crowds of predominantly male paparazzi, Lara's former employee had made her strike a variety of provocative poses. While Lara secretly shuddered with humiliation, Zip ordered her to arch her lower back and place her hands on her hips, just above her ass cheeks, while pushing out her chest and pouting her lips in a sultry expression that had cameras flashing feverishly all around them. Zip dropped gangsta signs and blatantly groped Lara's sleekly muscled curves as she posed.

Starting out with a casual hand on her ass, the lascivious techie's confidence quickly grew until he was standing behind Lara in plain view of the assembled crowds, grinding his cock back and forth between her ass-cheeks with deep hot-dogging motions. Cupping both of her breasts in his big black palms, Zip squeezed, fondled, groped and bounced Lara's tits up and down before the cameras. For a crowd-pleasing finale, he even yanked her dress' neckline down a few inches, until it bit deep into the luscious white flesh of Lara's perfect DD-cup tits, just below her taut pink nipples. The Paparazzi roared their appreciation and snapped off dozens of shots before a mortified Lara was able to readjust her neckline and preserve a little modesty.

When Zip 'accidentally' knocked her purse out of her hand, then stood behind his former boss while quietly ordering her to pick it up, the red-faced tomb raider was less than shocked to feel a firm spank jiggle her ass-cheeks as she bent over to retrieve her gold Gucci purse from the ground.

She was less prepared for what followed however, when Zip unabashedly shimmied her dress' tight lower hemline about halfway up her ass, then made Lara stand up straight and spread her legs about shoulder width apart. While the trembling tomb raider forced a nervous smile (and prayed silently for the ground to open up and swallow her), Zip hooked his middle fingers underneath both of her taut round ass-cheeks, then lecherously jiggled them up and down as the assembled cameramen wolf whistled and snapped shots so fast that some of them developed cramps in their shutter-button fingers.

When they finally made it to the lobby, Lara was embarrassed beyond description. She had already come up with a half dozen painful ways of making her back-stabbing former lackies pay for their betrayal – when she finally figured out a way to break the control they had over her, that was. Zip, on the other hand, was having the time of his life.

“Damn girl”, he grinned as they made their way across the lobby's shiny marble floor, over to a security checkpoint at the far end, “you might wanna reconsider that career as a social media celeb! Those guys were fuckin' eatin' you up out there!”

Lara glared at him with eyes that could have iced over the sun. “I swear, Zip, you and Alister will pay dearly for what you've done to me. And of course I have no intention of wasting my talents on such a vacuous occupation. I come from a long line of world famous explorers and British aristocrats, not the bloody Kardashians!”

“I'm jus' sayin'”, Zip primped his black bow-tie, “the way those fellas was snapping off shots, you could make back your lost family fortune in a couple years tops. What with the celeb TV appearances, the men's mags shoots, your own brand of risque lingerie? You could make a killin' babe!”

Lara clenched her jaw and balled up her fists as they approached the heavily guarded entrance to the building's grand conference hall.

“Oh, I'll make a killing alright”, she muttered under her breath. “Before this is all over, I'll make two very long and painful killings. Mark my words”.

“You know, Lara, Zip may not be able to hear you when you speak quietly”, a voice crackled in her ear, “but I certainly can. Thanks to the intra-aural earpiece we've installed, along with the retinal microcams in your eyes, I can see and hear everything you do with crystal clarity”.

Alister's smug voice only made Lara more infuriated. She was beginning to feel like she had no privacy at all anymore. Even in her own head she had no alternative but to obey the commands fed to her by her former archaeological advisor, Alister Fletcher, who now sat safe and secure in a panel van behind the building, surrounded by a vast array of computer monitors from which he could track her every move.

“Now calm yourself down and keep a stiff upper lip, young lady”, he ordered condescendingly. “We have a lot to achieve tonight, and I'm not going to let one of your childish temper tantrums get in the way of our goals”.

Lara bristled at his superior tone, but she had bigger problems to deal with first. She and Zip had just been admitted past the security checkpoint. And now the opulent interior of Itagaki Towers' main conference hall was spread out before her. Lara's eyes went wide with dismay, while Zip's widened with joy.

“My God!”, she shook her head in disbelief. “This place is more like a brothel than a business hall!”

The room was huge, easily accommodating the party's two- to three-hundred exclusively male attendees. Scanning the vast space, Lara realized with increasing alarm that the only women in attendance were either the scantily clad waitresses carrying drinks-trays and horderves among the groups of tuxedo-attired business men, or the even more scantily clad strippers and go-go dancers. These latter were either shaking their asses up on podiums, or else spinning athletically on the strip-poles that were positioned at regular intervals around the dimly lit and smoky hall.

“Daaayuum!!”, Zip gawked at the bevy of hot barely dressed women. “This place is like heaven!!”

“Or the other place”, quipped Lara, “depending on your perspective”.

The waitresses appeared to be from a wide range of different countries and ethnic backgrounds. Lara saw blondes, brunettes, shiny black oriental tresses, striking redheads, with skin tones ranging from untanned alabaster white to sultry South-American coffee with milk. All of the women had one thing in common however. Aside from their fetishized French maid outfits, consisting of one-piece black dresses short enough to show off the undersides of their ass-cheeks, with neck-lines plunging low enough to reveal mouth-watering glimpses of bra-encased cleavage, not to mention lacy thigh-high stockings, shiny six-inch black heels, and frilly white aprons tied behind their backs in elaborate bows; aside from these extremely revealing outfits that the girls wore uniformly in sizes tailored perfectly to their various builds and heights, each and every one of them was smoking hot. Any one of the waitresses could have passed for a Victoria's Secrets lingerie model. Zip fist-pumped and ordered Lara to give him a hi-five.

“Walkin' into a place like this is like winnin' the fuckin' lottery, babe!”, he laughed as Lara reluctantly complied.

“Alight, alright”, Alister's voice quietly crackled through both of their earpieces. “Let's try to stay on track here, people. Focus on the mission. Can either of you see Itagaki? Lara, look around the room. I want to see if I can spot him through your eyes”.

Lara narrowed her eyes in annoyance at Alister's demanding tone, but obeyed nonetheless, slowly scanning the room from one end to the other. She saw a wide neon-lit bar at the far end. A number of doorways draped with red velvet curtains lined the east wall, through which dim corridors could be seen leading away from the main hall. And an elaborately decorated chill out area was situated at the near end. Here, patrons were leaning back in private leather-upholstered booths, enjoying one-on-one lap dances seemingly with any girl in the hall who took their fancy.

“Look, there he is!”, Alister's voice jolted Lara from her disapproving internal monologue on the imbalanced gender dynamics of the room.

“Up the central staircase, on that balcony above the DJ booth.” Lara's eyes followed his directions and she saw it.

“Looks like his own private area”, the English man continued. “I see bodyguards flanking both entrances. And.... gosh, a couple of rather attractive young fillies appear to be keeping our boy company tonight. I wager you'll have your work cut out tearing his attention away from those two lovely young ladies, Lara”, Alister's sniggering tone made Lara's blood boil. What had she been reduced to now? Little more than a plaything for these two adolescently minded idiots to toy with whenever they wanted something done?!

“If you seriously expect me to...”, she started quietly, her voice low and dripping with fury. But Alister cut her off:

“Yes, yes, do shut up now, Lara. We don't have time for your tiresome threats”.

Zip guffawed. Listening in on their skewed dialogue was giving him a hard-on.

“Look, guys. I've played my part. I posed as Lara's date, got her into the party”, he side-eyed a statuesque blond waitress as she sashayed past carrying a tray of tall champagne flutes. “If it's all the same with you, I'm gonna mix and mingle now, see if I can't score myself a lap dance from one o' these lovely ladies”

“Very well”, Alister sighed. “Just keep an eye on Lara will you, and be ready to move at a moment's notice should anything go awry. I'll instruct Lara on her mission. But I may need to call you in as back-up if Itagaki doesn't bite our rather alluring piece of bait here”.

“Piece of bait?!”, Lara almost choked on the words. “I swear, Alister, when I get a chance I'm going to make you regret every last one of your...*gasp!*”

WHAP!!

Zip landed another firm palm on Lara's ass, making her toned sweet-cheeks jiggle attractively beneath her tight black dress.

“Just shut the fuck up, Lara”, he casually squeezed the Tomb Raider's taut round ass-cheeks, his eyes still drifting over the crowd, checking out the talent.

Lara wanted to scream back at him, but her lips were sealed. All she could do was fume mutely as Zip gave her ass a final few pats before walking away to strike up a conversation with a nearby waitress.

“Alone at last”, Alister teased. “Right then, Lara, I want you to head over to Itagaki's private balcony. We were able to arrange a meeting between the two of you, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem gaining access...”.

Lara elbowed her way across the dance floor, attracting more attention than she'd like from the party's lecherous patrons. She had to fend off several roaming hands as they fondled her smooth thighs, palmed her tight bubble-ass, and groped her luscious tits.

“...but I'm afraid convincing him to grant you a private audience may prove a little more challenging”.

Lara emerged from the crowd and made her way up the long, curving staircase that led up to Itagaki's balcony. Several pairs of male eyes followed the tomb raider's swaying hips as she ascended the stairs on her six-inch stiletto heels. Even under the club's dim purple lights they could clearly make out the beautifully toned curves of her ass-cheeks, flexing and clenching supplely with every step she took. Lara's slender calves and long athletic thighs were quite a treat too, show-cased to perfection by her short tight dress and uncomfortably poised heels.

“You'll have to be as convincing as possible with this young fellow, Lara”, Alister's voice was really starting to bug her. “And perhaps a little more accommodating than usual. I hear he's rather used to getting his own way, especially at one of his own parties”.

Lara reached the top of the staircase and found herself standing toe-to-toe with a tall, powerfully built Asian man.

“The fuck you want, lady?”, he grunted, blocking her path.

“Be nice now, Lara”, Alister warned.

Lara swallowed twenty-seven years of pride, privilege and entitlement, and tried to make nice.

“Yes, hello, my name's Lara Croft,” the Tomb Raider cringed at the sound of her own voice. She sounded considerably less imposing than usual, no doubt a side-effect of Alister's instructions. “I-I believe I have a meeting scheduled with your boss, Mr. Itagaki?”.

The bodyguard sneered down at Lara, blatantly checking out her body. She couldn't even bring herself to meet his eyes. The big man shrugged, impressed despite himself. He turned away and walked over to a booth where a slim Japanese teenager was slouching back with a couple of perfectly proportioned, scantily dressed blondes. Lara found his mode of attire odd, to say the least. He looked more like a typical hikikomori otaku, one of many Japanese youths who shut themselves away in their bedrooms and do little more than obsess over anime series and masturbate over hentai comic books for years on end. He was wearing an old pair of loose grey jog pants that looked like they could have done with a wash, a black AKB48 fanboy t-shirt, and an unzipped black hoodie. His hair was a mess. Perhaps the only detail that hinted at the teenager's true multi-billion-dollar business empire was his footwear. A spotless pair of shiny black and gold Air Jordan trainers adorned his feet. Adding an eye-catching touch of bling to his otherwise shabby appearance, the limited edition sneakers looked like they must have cost about as much as a car.

Lara watched them briefly exchange words, then the teenager peered around his bodyguard to check her over. She felt like a piece of meat being appraised by a picky shopper. As the boy stared at her over the tops of his mirrored shades, the tomb raider shifted uncomfortably on her painful heels and tugged at her dress' too-short lower hemline, all too aware of how much of a whore she must have looked. Finally, the boy nodded, and the bodyguard waved her over.

“Ah, this is such honour for me, Ms. Croft!”, Lara was slightly taken aback when the boy greeted her with a warm smile. As she approached, he even stood up and offered her a tall bar stool across the table from his comfortable-looking black leather booth seat.

Before Lara could sit down, however, Itagaki clasped her hand in both of his and shook it firmly.

“Y-yes”, she started, a little unnerved by his show of manners. “Well, the pleasure is all mine, Itagaki-San”.

The two blondes eyed Lara disdainfully as she took a seat on the backless, chrome and leather barstool. Although courteously offered, the stool was far from comfortable. Lara had to cross her shapely legs in full view of Itagaki, and sit with her back uncomfortably straight. She could feel her dress riding up high on her thighs as she did so, revealing smooth swaths of lightly tanned skin all the way up to her ass, despite her best efforts to tug it down and retain a little modesty. The blondes shared a look and snickered at Lara's embarrassed fidgeting.

“So”, Itagaki ignored them, “I am curious, Ms. Croft. What bring you, world famous tomb raider, here to humble club of Nobu Itagaki? And would you like drink? I can give you. Just let me know your pleasure, yes?”

Lara was about to turn him down when Alister's voice in her ear made her reconsider: “Accept his offer, Lara. We want to start things off on as amicable a note as possible”.

“Very well”, Lara forced a smile, “how about a glass of that nice champagne your waitresses are passing around down there?”

“Ah, excellent choice, Ms. Croft”, Itagaki returned her smile. He turned to the blonde girl sat next to him and barked Japanese angrily, pushing her up from the seat and smacking her ass as she set off towards to the bar. Lara was shocked by his sudden change of demeanour, but did her best not to show it. The girl eyed Lara icily as she stalked past.

“Play nice, Lara”, Alister's voice reminded her. “Pay him a compliment to get on his good side”

“You- you know, you really do have a lovely place here, Itagaki-san”, she attempted small talk, looking out over the balcony only to be greeted by a wall-to-wall vista of debauchery and vice. “Very, erm... well, very... comfortable indeed.”

“Ah, I glad you like, Ms. Croft”, the boy grinned back at her, “I pay these bitches high salary. They do what I say. Good arrangement, you must agree.”

“Erm, yes...”, Lara was at a loss how to respond.

“Stay focused”, Alister's voice crackled in her ear. “Get to the point, Lara. Remember the mission”.

Lara recrossed her legs and braced herself. This wasn't going to be pleasant. “So, I'm here today to discuss a possible business deal, Itagaki-san”.

“See. Very intrigue, continue, please”, the boy slouched back and lit up a cigarette. Lara couldn't see an ashtray nearby, but this wasn't her most pressing concern at the moment. She organized her thoughts.

“Well, I've been investigating the possibility of opening up an overseas base of operations in South-east Asia. There are just so many historically significant ruins and locations to explore in this part of the world that I rather feel it's a waste of time for me to be constantly flying back and forth between England and Hong Kong, or Shanghai, or Tokyo, every few weeks. You understand my meaning, Itagaki-san?”

The boy nodded and blew smoke rings. He barked some more angry Japanese at the blonde bomb-shell sat next to him, and Lara was shocked to see the girl immediately lean over Itagaki's lap. Craning her neck up at an unnatural angle until she was looking straight up at him, she opened her mouth. Without even breaking eye contact with Lara, the boy casually tapped cigarette ash into the girl's wide-open mouth. Lara gasped, hearing it sizzle on her tongue. She saw the girl grimace at the taste, then noticed her whole body tremble as she forced herself to swallow. Itagaki barked more orders, and the gorgeous girl tugged at the string ties of his jog-pants. She pulled out the garments' baggy waistband, then snaked her slender-fingered hand down inside his shorts. Lara could only stare, open-mouthed with shock, as the girl tugged loose Itagaki's alarmingly big cock and started steadily stroking it with both hands right in front of her face.

“Continue, Ms. Croft”, the boy leaned back and spread his legs, giving Lara an unobstructed view of his long meaty cock and big swarthy balls. “Please to tell me, how I can help you?”

Lara shifted nervously on her stool, unable to tear her eyes away from the teenager's steadily lengthening shaft. The blonde girl was now jerking it smoothly with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. Lara could see the pink tip of his cock-head beginning to poke out above an ever-expanding ring of crusty foreskin that looked like it hadn't been washed for days. As she watched, dumbfounded by the sheer sleaze of the scene, the girl stuck out her tongue and started licking the dick-cheese off of Itagaki's slowly emerging cock-head. Easing her small pink appendage down under the puckered ring of his foreskin she delved beneath it, lapping at his glands and collecting up the thick deposits of off-white smegma, before bringing them back into her mouth, grimacing and swallowing – all the while keeping up a steady fluid pumping motion with her hand, like she was working the blood up into Itagaki's thickly-veined shaft with her lovely slender fingers.

“Lara!”, Alister's voice jolted Lara from her transfixed reverie. “Stick to the plan, you dumb bitch. Stop staring at his dick and try to arrange a private meeting!”

“R-right...”, Lara tried to regain some small modicum of professionalism, but the situation left her at a loss. She had never had to negotiate a business deal with a teenager having his dick cleaned before. “Well, I- I was rather hoping we could discuss this, erm... in private, Itagaki-san? I... I just think it would be more er... conducive to both of our interests if we...”

“You know, you have big tits, Ms. Croft”, Itagaki talked over her. “Yes. Very big tits. I like.”

“W-well, thank you, Itagaki-san”, Lara stammered, feeling thoroughly humiliated by what she now knew she would have to do. “But I-I hardly think that's the most important thing we should be...”

“Ah!”, he pointed at something behind her. “Rachel back! She have drink for you. Please take, Ms. Croft”. The statuesque blond girl from earlier sashayed over to Lara and passed her an elegant crystal champagne flute. The two girls' eyes met, and Lara noticed a hint of amusement in Rachel's striking sapphire-blue irises as she took in the scene that Itagaki had so quickly engineered.

“Now, Ms. Croft”, Itagaki casually placed one hand on the back of the blonde's head and pushed her down into his lap, feeding her his thick cock until she gagged on it. “Understand your proposition, I do. And willing to grant your request. One condition. Haha!!”, he laughed suddenly, “This like your shitty American movie! Always they say “one request” or “just one more thing”, aha-ahahahaha!”

Lara could see the blonde girl slowly suffocating on Itagaki's fully erect meat. Despite herself, she had to admit it was impressive, especially for an Asian guy. The teenager's rigid shaft could probably have given Zip's coal-black python a run for its money in terms of thickness, although it was a couple of inches shorter.

“And your er... one condition is... what exactly, Itagaki-san?”, she stammered hesitantly, already dreading the answer.

“Ah, yes”, the teenager stopped laughing abruptly. “Well, this bitch...”, he pointed at the blond choking on his cock. “She named Tina. American girl. Wrestler or some shit. Very nice tits. Give good paizuri. And this bitch", he pointed at the statuesque blonde standing next to Lara. "You know, she named Rachel”,

For the first time, the tomb raider noticed how perfectly the girl's shiny purple dress clung to the voluptuous curves of her hourglass figure. It was a little longer than Lara's, ending a few inches above mid-thigh, and appeared to be made from some kind of form-fitting PVC-like material. Thin rubbery straps stretched up over the girl's slender white shoulders, and it featured a plunging neckline that showcased her smooth buoyant cleavage to great effect. Her thick and bouncy ass-cheeks appeared to have been vacuum-packed into the back of the dress, which also featured a low-cut back that curved down deep enough to reveal a mouthwatering glimpse of the girl's perfectly toned peach like ass-cleavage. Her beautiful face, with pouting red lips and stunning sapphire blue eyes, appeared all the more alluring due to the girl's perpetually disdainful expression, which she now turned on Lara as she noticed the tomb raider's lingering gaze.

“She from...”, Itagaki continued. “Well, I no know where she from, or what she do. She just hot fuck bitch. Good enough for me”.

He eased up on the back of Tina's head, and the American wrestler came up gasping for air – the forearm-thick length of Itagaki's cock emerging from her mouth like a magic trick, glistening with throat slime and dripping thick globules of chowdery pre-cum which Tina expertly caught in her cupped palms, preventing them from further soiling her boss's already none-too-fresh jog pants. She gasped and spluttered for a few seconds, Itagaki having almost choked her out on his powerful cock, before regaining her composure and returning to her task. Under her own volition this time, the stacked blonde grasped the base of Itagaki's thick cock with both hands and wrung it out like a wet towel. Keeping up a steady pumping rhythm, with a firm two-handed twisting grip, she eased his inch or two of floppy puckered foreskin down, stroke by long stroke peeling it away from the teenager's over-sized shiny purple cock-head. Then she lowered her head and went back to work with her mouth again. Stretching her jaw achingly wide, she enveloped the entire fist-sized crown of nerve-rich head meat and then sealed her plump ruby lips airtight about halfway down Itagaki's wrist-thick shaft.

“Ohh...”, Lara licked her lips, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together and breathing hard as she watched Tina's long blonde hair bob up and down in Itagaki's lap. In spite of her best efforts to maintain a business-like front, the blushing Tomb Raider was beginning to lose her cool. The obscene salival slurping sounds and husky glottal gagging noises that Tina was making as she purposefully deep-throated Itagaki's glistening shaft were just too sleazy to ignore.

Itagaki peered up at her over the top of his sunglasses.

“This my condition, Ms. Croft. Rachel my best bitch. You beat her in fair contest, I give you private meeting. Sound fair?”

Lara glanced sideways at the statuesque blonde standing beside her. Rachel met her gaze and the two women shared a sizzling moment of staunch feminine rivalry. Lara could see she was in excellent shape. The blonde probably had three inches on her, and a good fifteen pound weight advantage. Although Lara's sleek athletic curves were perfectly developed for her feats of acrobatic tomb raiding, she had to admit that Rachel's long muscular legs, ledged bubble-ass, and striated mid-section would give her the strength advantage in a real fight. She would have to use her speed if she was going to stand any chance at all of...

“Just accept the challenge, Lara”, Alister's voice again cut short her hesitant deliberations. “This is just the opportunity we've been looking for. And besides, a little foxy boxing might be just the thing to brighten up my evening. Just say yes already!”

“Yes!”, Lara blurted, unable to disobey Alister's direct order. “I'll take her on. Just show me where we fight.”

Rachel smirked, and for the first time she spoke, a low, sultry voice whose accent Lara could not quite place: “Your funeral, bitch”.

Itagaki looked delighted. He stood up too quickly, his fully erect cock popping out from Tina's mouth with long syrupy strands of saliva and pre-cum flicking and spraying from its bouncing tip.

Turning around, not even bothering to put his cock away, the teenager jumped up onto the back of his booth and raised him arms.

With his big wet cock still jutting out below his waist and a look of maniacal elation etched on his young face, he loudly addressed all three hundred of the club's patrons through a microphone.

“RADIES AND GENTREMEN.... Please proceed to VIP rooms through doors on East wall!! Tonight we have special treat for fifty lucky members!!”

He paused for dramatic effect, letting his palms fall slowly as quiet murmurings spread throughout the crowd, before flinging them sky-high and screaming at the top of his voice:

“MY-CULO BIKINI OILO LESTULINGU MATCHO, NI IKIMASHOUUU!!!”

The crowd roared their approval. Lara caught Zip's eye down on the floor. He grinned up at her and formed a circle between his forefinger and thumb, then made a bee-line for the VIP.

The Tomb Raider felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, now, that can't be good”.

End of Part 6.....
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