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Part One: Conning the Cock Tease

Alister Fletcher snatched a sheaf of papers off the polished surface of his large carved-oak desk at the far end of Croft Manor's spacious library. Leaning back in his leather recliner he sipped Earl Grey tea from a porcelain cup and studied numbers, page after page, with an increasingly stern expression.

“Wasteful, unnecessary, overpriced...”, he muttered to himself, shaking his head. It was only ten in the morning, and already the dapper English man was finding himself more and more irritated by a certain somebody's propensity to overspend on what he could only describe as unnecessary equipment for her outrageously costly expeditions of late. Not only that, but that certain somebody was already running an hour late for their meeting.

“There's no getting around it”, he sighed, “things will have to change”.

He was just about to buzz the gym intercom to get his boss's attention, when finally she strode in through the side door.

“Ah, so nice of you to join me, Lara”, he set down his cup of Earl Grey, not looking up from the papers yet. “I trust you had a good morning workout?”

“Yes, good morning, Alister”, Lara padded across the wooden floorboards on her bare feet. “It was bracing, but, I don't know, I'm getting a little tired of using the same old equipment everyday. I think it's time we upgraded. In fact, I've been doing some research lately, and there's a wonderful bespoke exercise equipment company I've found, who could completely re-vamp the gym. I'd be happy to pass along the brochures, if you'd be willing to work out the details with them?”

Alister frowned, for the first time looking up over the top of his papers. The sight that greeted him however, was enough to render the archaeology expert momentarily speechless.

Lara was still wearing her morning exercise outfit. And this was a particularly hot and humid summer morning in England. And Lara had just finished a particularly strenuous two-hour workout, in a gym with no air-conditioning. The result was glorious to behold. Lara was wearing nothing more than a tight white cotton tank top, cut off well above her belly button, with no bra underneath, and an even tighter pair of high-cut black lycra hot-pants. The tank top was soaked through with her sweat. It had plastered itself faithfully to every luscious curve of Lara's full DD-cup breasts. Needless to say, the tomb raider's pert nipples were clearly visible beneath the semi-transparent material. Alister could even make out the darker pink circles of her goose-bumped aureoles. Below the top's lower hemline Lara's subtly striated abs were rivuletted with droplets of perspiration that sparkled like diamonds in the mid-morning sunlight that streamed in through the library's south-facing French patio doors. She was a vision.

“I'm sure I left them laying around here somewhere”, Lara began, turning away to search through some books and papers haphazardly piled on a smaller desk opposite Alister's carved oak Paramount Executive. “Now, where did I put you...?”, she muttered, as Alister took the opportunity to check out Lara's perfectly formed ass and long, beautifully toned legs from behind.

The cut of her hot-pants had been revealing enough to begin with, showing off a generous third of the tomb raider's smooth cream-white ass-cheeks even when tugged down to cover up as much skin as possible. But now, after a solid two hours of flexibility training, gymnastics practice, and a long back-arching yogic warm down, the garment's tight black seat had bunched up and wedged itself deep inside the peach-like crevice of Lara's thick bubble ass. Alister felt himself involuntarily swallowing as he watched Lara bend over the desk to study the papers strewn about its surface. His cock pulsed to life and started hardening steadily in his slacks as the backs of his boss's athletic thighs flexed and rippled with feminine musculature. Peering up a little over the edge of his desk, he caught sight of her perfectly sculpted calves flaring slightly below her knees, before tapering down elegantly to two of the most slender ankles he had ever seen.

There was no getting around it, Alister took a deep breath, Lara was without a doubt one of the hottest women, not to mention one of the most opportunistic cock-teases, he had ever met. He exhaled slowly. Which made the news he had to break to her now all the more sweet.

“I'm afraid there won't be any new overhaul for your gym, Lara”, he said. The unusual note of sternness in his voice made Lara break off from her search through the papers. She turned to face him.

“Excuse me?”, she fixed her employee with one of her customary cool gazes, which invariably caused him to fold before tacit threats of impending paycuts. But not this time, she noticed.

“There won't be any new gym equipment, Lara”, Alister repeated, picking up the thick sheaf of papers from his desk. He tossed them over to her side, and Lara raised a curious eyebrow. Standing with one hand on her hip she picked them up and started perusing the text.

What she saw, even in the stifling heat of a humid summer morning, made the Tomb Raider's blood run cold.

Numbers.

“Are these....”

Dates.

“what I...”

Amounts.

“think they are...?”

Invoices.

“Yes, Lara, I'm afraid they are”

Bills. Credit arrangements. Bank Balances. All of them red.

“You can't be serious...”

“Unfortunately, Lara”, Alister rose to his feet. “I am deadly serious”.

Lara felt herself going weak at the knees. She had to sit down in the chair across from Alister's.

“But I'm a bloody British aristocrat”, she spoke incredulously. “The sole surviving heir of Lord Richard James Croft”

Alister circled around the desk and sat on its front edge, now slightly imposing above his shell-shocked boss.

“I'm the world famous Tomb Raider”, she gazed up at him with a momentarily lost expression in her big beautiful hazel almond eyes.

“Yes,” Alister covered his crotch with another bundle of papers, hiding his obvious erection. “That's all very true, Lara”. Leaning in, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But as of last week, you're also flat broke”.

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An hour later, and Lara was up on her feet pacing the library floorboards restlessly. Alister had just finished explaining why spending millions on a jet-set lifestyle and a never-ending schedule of archaeological expeditions to the far flung corners of the earth had cost the spoiled heiress her family fortune. She was still having a hard time accepting it.

“But what about my investments?”, she protested. “Have you been in touch with our fund manager.... Jenkins or Perkins, or whoever? I forget the name.”

“James Merkins”, Alister corrected. “And yes, of course. He was the first person I contacted when your cheques began to bounce months ago”. Her cheques certainly weren't the only thing about Lara that bounced, Alister mused to himself as he watched his barely clothed boss pace back and forth before his desk.

“And?”, she prompted, barely containing her impatience. “What does he have to say about all this?”

“I'm afraid Mr. Merkins wasn't in any condition to say much of anything. The poor chap's had a complete nervous breakdown. His assistant said it was brought on by a string of bad bets on the futures markets. His entire firm is facing bankruptcy apparently, which rather rules out the option of suing them to recover your losses. I have all the paperwork right here”, Alister tossed another bundle of letters onto Lara's chair, but she ignored them and continued with her fretful pacing.

Fine by me, Alister shrugged, this gave him the perfect opportunity to check out his hot young boss's curvaceous body as she inadvertently put on a show that most men would have paid good money to see in a strip club. The twin globes of her thick bubble ass were truly a sight to behold, bouncing and clenching rhythmically as Lara paced and muttered to herself. Her lustrous chestnut brown hair was tied back in a long ponytail that reached all the way down to Lara's lower back, just above the hip-hugging belt line of her black lycra shorts. And even without heels, the tomb raider's long athletic legs looked simply sublime – toned to perfection. All over her body her skin was flawless; it still retained a light gold honey-like hue from Lara's latest expedition to a lesser-known South American country in search of a relic that had ultimately proven to be a myth - and cost her a small fortune to not find. Two perfectly defined tan lines just below her ass-cheeks only added to the allure of Lara's scandalously short short-shorts. Above these lines her skin was cream white, like untouched alabaster. And her shorts' continued progress up into the valley of Lara's bubbly ass-cleavage gave Alister an eyeful of this perfectly smooth, wonderfully tender feminine flesh.

“So what are my options?”, Lara's question shook Alister from his reverie. His eyes flicked up to her face as she turned, although not quickly enough for Lara not to notice her assistant had been checking out her ass for the past ten minutes. “And can we try to stay focused here, Alister?”, she sighed. “I mean really, this is no time for your adolescent fantasies. My entire family legacy is at stake here”. Inconspicuously, she slid a finger under the lower hemline of her shorts and eased the tight black fabric from her ass-crack, and tugged it down. Which did little more than cover up a few extra square inches of ass-flesh, rendering her outfit whorish, as opposed to downright pornographic.

“Right, right”, Alister took a deep breath. He repositioned the papers on his lap. “We've been able to come up with a rather... inventive way of solving your present money troubles, Lara. I'm just not sure if you'll be entirely enthusiastic when you hear what our plan entails.”

Lara arched an inquisitive eyebrow. “We?”

“Yes, Zip and myself. We've been working on this for months, in fact. He's down in his tech lab at this very moment, preparing a detailed presentation if you'd like to hear us out.”

“You've been working on this for months, you say?”, Lara narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “And you're only informing me of this now, why exactly?” She folded her arms under her breasts, a gesture intended to display Lara's dissatisfaction with her underlings' seemingly secretive manoeuvrings, but which had the rather distracting side-effect of further plumping up her already generous DD-cup tits beneath her straining cotton tank top, and making her nipples even more pronounced. Alister was having a hard time keeping his eyes on Lara's face.

“We've been trying to tell you about this for months, Lara”, Alister pinched the bridge of his nose between forefinger and thumb and shook his head sorrowfully. “But you're never interested. 'Leave the details to the accountants', you always say, 'I'm too busy with the big picture!'. Your only concern seems to be with spending your family's money on making a name for yourself. Well, congratulations Lara, you're famous. People all over the world know the Croft family name now”. Alister stood up and took three decisive strides across the library floor to stand considerably closer to his boss than decorum would normally dictate.

Although slightly taken aback, Lara stood her ground. It was her nature to stand firm in the face of any circumstances, no matter how unfamiliar.

“And now”, Alister continued, inches from her face, “people all over the world are going to see that name dragged through the mud. Lengthy court cases. Estate foreclosures. Bankruptcy proceedings. It's going to be all over the society pages of every newspaper in Great Britain, if not in every tabloid rag the world over”.

Lara's mouth worked, but no words came out. This was out of her usual field of experience. Give her a charging Bengal tiger with blood on its breath and razor-sharp claws slashing through the air like knives and she was in her element; she knew what to do. But never in her life had the billionaire heiress had to so much as glance at a bill or negotiate a credit agreement. She rarely even signed her own name. Winston, her family butler of fifty years, had an ink stamp and carte blanche to authorize any payments her estate required.

Alister could sense her uneasiness. His cock strained in his slacks, reacting achingly to Lara's intoxicating scent up close. Now was his time to strike.

“Unless, that is”, he continued, “you listen very carefully to what Zip and I are about to propose”.

Lara's stubbornness held out for a few more jaw-clenching seconds. Then she nodded her head, and for a brief moment her whole demeanour changed. She gave up that extra inch of aristocratic pride that had always distinguished Lara from other incredibly hot, perfectly proportioned women of seemingly untouchable beauty. She gave it up temporarily, Lara told herself, just until this latest crisis was dealt with. But Alister could sense something different about his curvaceous boss already, the sole object of his sexual fantasies for years now. She was no longer up on an unreachable pedestal. Now, she was little more than a hot piece of ass that he had just successfully conned into believing one of the least likely stories he had ever heard.

Of course she wasn't really broke. He had made it all up. Lara could waste money on her extravagant field trips for the next twenty years, and she would still feature prominently in the Forbes Magazine Annual Rich List – not that she ever read it. But he and Zip had done a great job of fabricating the paperwork and funnelling Lara's fortune into hidden off-shore accounts that only a genius with three PhDs in three separate areas of Finance would stand a chance of discovering.

“So enlighten me”, Lara broke the silence. “What exactly is this brilliant plan you boys have been cooking up for the past few months?”

Alister smiled. “Perhaps it'll be better if we show you, rather than tell you. Zip's down in the Tech Lab. Why don't you go and see him. I'll be along in a few ticks. Just have to clear up all these papers first, you understand”.

Lara's suspicion didn't quite outweigh her curiosity, yet. So after a few more tense seconds spent staring up at her uncommonly self-assured employee, she turned on her heel and made her way over to the stairs that led down to Croft manor's recently renovated undercroft, where Zip had set up his state-of-the-art tech workshop.

Alister watched her go, his lips stretching to a wide, crude grin. Needless to say, he wasn't watching her back. (He was watching her ass).

End of Part 1...
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