Lara's Little Fan

Disclaimer: I do not have legal rights to any Tomb raider characters. This is an unmonetized fanfiction.

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Lara's Little Fan Ch. 4: The Hotel

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I sat on the cushy, massive hotel bed and stared at my hands clasped before me as I waited for Lara Croft to come out of the bathroom in her "surprise outfit" that she had picked out for me from the adult shop while I impatiently waited in the car.

Finally after what felt like hours, but was genuinely only minutes, the bathroom door opened and light poured into the unlit little hallway.

"Are you ready for the next part of your graduation present, Mr. Phelps?" I heard Lara's seductive British accent purr.

"Y-yes ma'am." Sure, I had seen her naked, already been inside of her and done all manners of things to her, but she had never been in a pulse-racing, seductive outfit chosen by herself, all for me, before.

The first thing I saw was a black strapped high-heeled shoe on her dainty foot, and then sleek muscled calf leading to her knee, teasing me like I assumed a trained stripper would

And then she stepped out into the light and I was instantly harder than I had ever been. My eyes traveled up her long and toned legs that were encased in black tights that led to black garters. Her leg was purposefully sticking out from a long black leather trench coat that reached her knees, hiding her underwear and anything above from my view except for her bountiful cleavage spilling out from between the jacket's almost rubber looking lapels.

"Fuck, Lara," I whispered, my lungs breathless as she model walked to the foot of the bed and stood between my knees.

She smiled down at me and my heart damn near exploded. "You haven't seen anything yet," she teased and started to slowly undo the coat's large black buttons, one by one. "I chose this outfit just for you, Mr. Phelps. You can take me out of it, or keep me in it as long as you wish," she purred, pushing the long jacket from her arms to dramatically fall to the soft carpet behind her.

I licked my lips as I saw the wet-look demi-cup bra. Her midsection was bare but for a thin gold belly chain and the garter belt. Her panties were a mix of super fine mesh and the lower half was also wet-look. "Y-you said these are crotchless?"

"Mhmm," she confirmed with a giggle and slowly turned around for me, showing me the cut-out window that exposed part of her ass, her pussy and inner thighs.

"This is easily the hottest thing I've ever seen," I groaned and leaned forward, pressing my lips to her naked ass, right on the crack, and she giggled again. "I want you to wear this unless we leave the room," I said like the horny 18 year old seeing his dream girl that I was.

Lara giggled, leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "Only in the room?" she asked with a teasing voice. "Where's the fun in that? You're not going to make me go to the ice machine to fill a bucket for champagne dressed like this?"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted to risk being seen like this," I said knowingly. "Would it turn you on? A stranger or more seeing you in this revealing lingerie and your sexy leather trench coat?"

Lara bit her lip and ran her hands through my hair. "Maybe it would. But how hot would it feel for you to be an 18 year old stud showing off his 25 year old, sexy rich plaything?"

"Have you always been an exhibionist, or is it something I'm bringing out in you?" I asked my hostess, holding her wide hips in my hands. I pressed kisses over her belly and panty line.

"Sam brought it out of me, actually. Perhaps more so than I would have liked back then. Being a countess, a globe trotting adventurer, and a hard hitting archeologist also puts me in the line of a few paparazzi, so exhibitionism is also an acquired taste. Being considered beautiful also means they want even more of me," she explained.

"Considered beautiful?" I chuckled as I slipped my hand around her side and palmed her ass. "Lara, you're a sex symbol. You're being very modest."

"Maybe," she smiled lightly and shrugged. "So, do we want to sit around here all evening, or do we want to go straight to bed but not sleep for a while?" she teased and then sucked in a sharp breath as I tilted my head up and stuck my tongue in her little belly button. "Or do you have something in mind?"

"I am a little hungry," I admitted honestly. "We haven't eaten anything since lunch with Sam earlier today. We could order food from somewhere?"

"You just want me to answer the door dressed in lingerie and give the poor delivery boy a heart attack, don't you?" Lara giggled, but I heard the cutest little tummy rumble as I kissed her subtle abs. "But now that you've mentioned it, I am quite famished myself."

"I hate suggesting this, but if you want to get dressed, we can eat at the restaurant just down by the lobby. It's a nice enough semi-casual sit-down spot but didn't look black tie," I suggested.

"Oh, we can try that!" Lara said happily, kissing the top of my head and creating just enough distance from me that she could bend over and pick up her trench coat, her tits straining against her bra that was as much for show as function.

"You're not going to get dressed?" I asked as she slipped the long coat over her shoulders.

"Unless you object, no I wasn't," she said playfully. "We can put in our orders, and you can show me off while we wait," she offered with a cheeky smile.

"That sounds pretty hot. I love the idea of people wondering why a guy like me gets a trophy like you," I growled and she smiled, taking my hands and pulling me up.

"That's a good lad, Mr. Phelps. Come on, let's go," she urged and led me by the hand to the door. With her coat still open, she fearlessly exited our room with me in tow and headed for the elevator.

We waited patiently, and Lara was cool as a cucumber, not worried at all about being seen in a sexy black coat and stylish lingerie she picked out herself. And why should she be? She was Lara Croft, rich, famous, an absolute badass that could break the arm of anyone that tried to touch her. She had connections in high places. She was pretty much a British bombshell Bruce Wayne. People had also worn less to the beach and in movies, but it's the suggestive nature of what she was wearing that made it so daring and sexy.

The elevator dinged and opened, and the only occupant before us was a man in his 60s, if I had to guess, and the lecherous smile on his face as he saw Lara's modelesque body said he didn't mind her state of undress at all.

"Good evening, sir!" Lara greeted him with a bubbly tone as she held onto my hand and my forearm with both of her hands like she was a giddy little thing on her first date.

"E-evening," he said with a widening grin as Lara showed no embarrassment at all with the situation. "Say, you're Lady Croft the uh... the Tomb Raider, as they call you? I've seen your photo in the paper."

"I am!" she confirmed, not shying away at all from being recognized.

"Could I possibly get a picture with you?" he asked humbly. Would he have asked that had she been wearing more clothing? I think he would have.

Lara slumped her shoulders and put on a sad face. "Sadly not. I'm on holiday at the moment, and I try not to do a lot of public relations work in my free time," she explained. "I'm just enjoying a date."

He looked a little upset, and a little jaded as his eyes raked over her body, but he went back about his business until the elevator dinged and slid open. A couple people wore surprised looks as Lara, the older gentleman and myself traded places.

Lara and I stepped out of the elevator and casually walked through the lobby. I pretended we weren't getting stared at, but Lara embraced the shocked looks and confusion we caused. She smiled and waved as if it was some kind of little press juncture. "It can't be awkward if you own the situation," Lady Croft whispered in my ear, showing me a sense of self-security I could only dream of having.

We entered the warm and cozy looking little restaurant arm in arm, and the host's eyes almost popped from his head as he drank in Lara's bad girl look. She was sinfully decadent leaving so little to the imagination, teasing so easily in her lingerie and titillating coat.

"Uh-uh hi," the poor guy who only could have been a year or two older than me shuddered. "Un...unfortunately I can't seat you two, as it goes against dress code of the establishment."

"Oh that's fine. We wanted take-out anyway," Lara said with a dazzling smile, not bothered at all. She seemingly expected it. "Can we see a menu, please?"

The young guy could barely pick his jaw off the floor as he said, "Uh yeah, of course," he stammered and grabbed one from inside the host stand he stood in front of.

"Thank you, darling," Lara said with that award show smile of hers, making sure her fingers brushed his as she took it. She was having too much fun teasing the poor kid.

It didn't take us long for her to settle on a raspberry-lemon salmon and me to go with a nice pork chop, both paired with broccoli and baked potato.

As we waited, every pair of eyes that came in and left the restaurant got a load of my gorgeous date for the evening.

"Have a great night. Hi. Hello. Nice to meet you. I hope you had a nice meal," Lara said to everyone that passed like an unofficial greeter, putting the actual host to shame. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Lara was enjoying this more than I was. She was glowing under the attention, the lusty looks and the jealous ones. She smiled wider at the judging glares, because she was too rich and too self-confident to care.

After 15 minutes or so, our orders came up. Lara pulled a card out of one of the trench coat's two deep pockets and handed it to the host.

Once she signed and left a tip, she kissed his cheek and then handed me the bag. "Come on, babe. Let's go have a delicious meal, and then you can rock my world," she purred, making sure the guy heard her. My cock twitched and I could only smile at her performance, making me feel like the coolest young man alive.

We stopped at the front desk and Lara handed me the food bag and bought a bottle of wine for us to have with dinner. She was splashing out on this sensual evening for us, and did it while looking like an extremely expensive escort, which kept me hard as hell. If the hotel had any qualms about her manner of dress, they didn't say anything. They were either too stunned or knew she could buy it if she wanted to.

After a lovely dinner with just the two of us, we laid in the bed, just cuddling. We had just eaten so we didn't want to do anything high energy just yet.

I laid on my side next to her, Lara on her back with my head between her breasts. I stroked her flat belly and she played with my short, dark hair. "Mr. Phelps, now that you're all graduated... I don't think we discussed what your life plans are."

I laid there for a moment in thought, no answer immediately coming to me. "I... I don't honestly know, Lady Croft," I said, falling back into our old swing now that we were alone, and again it felt like that first night we had been together. "University, I suppose. Though I didn't apply to any schools. I didn't have the ambition nor the means to move and attend. I still don't," I sighed.

"Well that's bullocks, Mr. Phelps," Lara protested.

"How so?" I asked, tilting my head so I could look into her eyes, trying to read her, but she had a phenomenal poker face.

"Because you have me now, and I'm willing to pull some nepotism strings for your case," she said with a light smile. "It's too late to apply for this coming semester, but I do need an office assistant. This is my first invitation to be a guest course professor, so we could figure it out together."

I blinked. "You want me to work for you? Like five days a week, and live in your mansion?"

Lara shrugged and kept playing with my hair. "Would that be painful for you? Going from my groundskeeper to my office assistant?"

I shook my head, my chin brushing the sleek material of her bra. "Not at all. I'm more worried about you wanting distance from me," I chuckle and her eyes crinkled in amusement.

"Hardly, Mr. Phelps. In case you're unaware, I'm rather fond of your company. You make me feel like I'm still a student myself. You make me want to take sexy risks."

"Sexy risks?" I ask in clear amusement. "Like walking through a hotel and becoming a temporary greeter all while wearing sexy lingerie? Absolutely fearlessly and in full confidence, might I add."

Lara giggled. "Precisely." She sighed wistfully and then crunched her abs and strained her neck to kiss my nose. "Sam used to do that stuff with me, but I think she wanted to humiliate me. She got off on my embarrassment, not my empowerment and me being unapologetically desirable. I appreciate that you're thrilled to see me enjoy my sexuality and not use my... gifts, against me."

I inched up her body and I kissed her between her eyebrows. "Lara Croft, you are the single sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life. I love everything about you; your body, your confidence, your brains, toughness and kindness. I would never knowingly do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. With that said, I am more than happy to be your employee in this new way, and to explore what turns you on," I said with the utmost sincerity, and I witnessed her melt under my words.

"Thank you, Seymour," she said with my first name, which she rarely used. "Sam said she didn't need to be dating a child. I'm not trying to date you. You and I both know that would be socially unacceptable. What I'm about to say may be deranged, and is certainly taboo, but... I am enjoying being your boss, friend, and sexual mentor."

I smiled at her, leaned forward and kissed her lips. "I couldn't ask for anyone better, in any of those categories."

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Our conversation trailed off after that discussion, and we continued to lay there, our limbs a tangled mess as we occasionally kissed and let our hands wander each other's bodies, but for the most part stayed innocent and exploratory of only what was already uncovered.

"Hey Sey, adult swimming at the pool just started," Lara said, looking down at me with a mischievous smile.

"You are aware that neither of us packed suits, yes?" I questioned, my eyebrows creased as I tried to figure out her plan.

"I'm aware, but I bet we can get the front desk to let us swim in knickers for the right price," she said, running her hand over my chest. "Of course I'll have to change into a set I don't mind getting chlorinated."

"The spa does sound delightful," I said, yielding.

"Doesn't it? And the sauna as well. I'd love to sweat it out with you, let you lick the perspiration from my body as I make out with you, perhaps," the celebrated Tomb Raider whispered in my ear and then licked my temple with the hardened tip of her tongue.

"Okay, I concede," I chuckled and Lara smiled victoriously. I got off of the bed and watched as she playfully scampered over to her bag, grabbed a set of plain black cotton underwear, and then disappeared into the bathroom.

She came back out in a simple pair of tight jeans and a white tank top that showed off just a sliver of tanned midriff. "Let's roll," she said as she grabbed a key card and we headed for the door.

I must have been really making Lara feel like the horny teenager she claimed I did, because we kissed the entire elevator ride down and got handsy, not caring if the front desk was watching the security camera or not. That really seemed to be Lara's new thing. Lara had recently told me she was only 25, so she wasn't even old. I think it was the social expectations for someone of her standing that made her feel like an old hen.

Lara took the lead and approached the desk, but this time it was a college aged blonde girl with sleek glasses and a cute, disarming smile. She had the look of someone who was still trying to impress and just recently started night shifts.

"Good evening," Lara beamed. "I'm afraid that we don't have bathing suits with us, and we'd very much like to use your spa area. Would it... would it be terribly against hotel rules if we swam in knickers?" my corrupting influence asked the young woman with an anxious look, trying to sell how much we wanted to use the pool.

"Usually it wouldn't be, but it's a slow night and it is adult swim only, so I don't see an issue with it," the girl shrugged. "If you're feeling apprehensive about it, I can try to warn you if other guests are on their way to the spa area."

"That would be so lovely of you!" Lara gushed and even took the girl's hand in a friendly gesture. "Can I tip you or something for the inconvenience and your extra helpful service?" Lady Croft laid on thick.

"No, that won't be necessary," she said with a light laughter and a shake of her pretty blonde hair. "Just enjoy the swim and the rest of your stay. The pool area closes at midnight, and please come find me if there's anything else I can do for you."

Lara and I thanked her again and used our cards to get into the pool area. The center pool was large, a capacity of 50 people, and the hot tub boasted being able to fit 10. The glass door of the sauna was so clean, I wouldn't have even thought there was a door if not for the rustic wooden door handle.

"This is nice," I said pleasantly.

Lara smiled at me, pleased at my response. "It's not bad," she shrugged as she kicked off her sandals I hadn't even noticed her get into. "When we actually get to London tomorrow, we'll stay at a swankier hotel and not Surrey's Finest," she giggled as she pulled her jeans down slowly, dramatically arching her back as she pushed them, giving me a show as well as the blonde at the desk. We both assumed she was watching the security feed.

"I didn't know you were such a show off, Lady Croft," I teased.

"I'm usually not unless I have to be. However, think about this; if that girl recognizes you the next time you're out and about Surrey, she'll remember that you were with me, a seductive woman seven years your senior, and she's going to be intrigued as to why. If she knew who I am she didn't reveal as much, so I could be anyone that you're bagging," she explained.

"So you're putting on a strip tease to raise my street cred?" I asked as I took off my own shirt.

"Indeed," she said with a cheeky smile and shed her top, stretching more than she had to and elongating her glorious body. "Come with me, sweet boy," she told me, taking my hand now that we were both down to our underwear. They were very similar to being in bathing suits, but there was something odd about being in public and knowing they weren't the same.

We had barely sat on the underwater seats of the pool together before Lara had taken my arm and draped it over her shoulders and kissed my cheek.

We relaxed in the hot tub for 10 to 15 minutes before we decided to go to the big pool to cool down, swim some laps, and play around with carefree minds, something we both needed.

A little basic splash fight turned into wrestling, like it was our match when we had first met, but this match had laughs and giggles and teasing. This whole time we had seen no sight of another guest, so it turned into stripped wrestling, the two of us naked after only minutes. When I had claimed her bra, her panties floating away, I threw it out of the pool, earning a glare from the intrepid woman.

"I'll go get it," I chuckled as she reclaimed her panties, but I noticed she only clutched them in her hand without putting them back on.

Before I could get to them, the girl from the front desk was standing at the edge of the pool, bending down to scoop up Lara's bra. "I said you two could swim in your knickers. I didn't say you could swim in the scratch," she said teasingly, dangling the article by a finger.