Lara Lap Dances for a Living

Hey all. This chapter turned out to be my longest one yet at over thirty thousand words. A little longer than usual but I hope you stick with it. This story is approaching it's climax with different plot threads coming together in this chapter and the next one. There is also a couple of twists coming up soon that I think you will like. As always, comments are welcome. Enjoy!

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Lara opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling above her. She noticed several odd things at once. Firstly, she was completely naked between some silk sheets. Secondly, she was in an unfamiliar room.

Where the fuck am I?

She turned over to her left and saw Captain Price's face on the pillow next to her and it all came flooding back. The memory of where she was and what she was doing there filled her drowsy mind.

Great. Instead of leaving, I fell asleep.

Lara sat up on the side of the bed. She could see the signs of early morning peek through the blinds of the bedroom window and knew she had been asleep for at least six hours. She shook her head in irritation. She couldn't believe she had stayed the night.

She reached out to pick up the glass of water that was sitting on the bedside table. Price must have left it there at some point. She took a long drink, quenching her thirst. Her mouth had been dry and it felt good as she guzzled the cool water down. She needed a shower. She had seen an impressive shower in the bathroom earlier and briefly considered whether she should use his, or wait until she got home. The only problem being, she had no way to get home. Her car was still parked at The Pearl. They had arrived at Price's place in a limo. She'd have to get an Uber. She hoped that there was one nearby this early in the morning. If not, she'd have to endure the ignominy of asking Price to take her home.

Before she could make her mind up about the shower, she heard the man to her left stir.

"Good morning, beautiful," Price said as he looked at Lara's naked back as she sat on the side of the bed, facing away from him.

"Morning," she replied flatly and with little enthusiasm. Price reached out for his own water on the side of his bed and downed the glass in one. He put the glass down and then pulled the sheets off of himself with one quick and smooth motion. Lara turned and stared at his naked body and noticed his manhood was standing to attention.

"Would you look at that. I have morning wood. Be a dear and take care of it for me, Lara," Price said. Lara scoffed.

The fucking nerve of him.

"I think not," she told him flatly.

"Oh, you wouldn't leave a guy in this state, surely?"

"You can take care of it yourself, if you really need to," Lara told him.

"Yeah, but it's not the same. And you're here. You can do it."

"I can but I'm not going to."

"Why not?" he asked, becoming irritated.

"Because I know exactly how it would go. It'll end up like it usually does with you. You'll grab my head and try to fuck my face," Lara told him.

"So?"

"So I don't feel like being used as your personal cock sleeve right now."

"And what If I told you I wouldn't do that?"

Lara turned to face him, doubt written all over her face. "Then I'd call you a liar," she told him.

"I'll just lay here. You won't feel my hands anywhere near your head. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die."

Lara's eyes flitted from his cock to his face and then back to his cock again. She really wasn't in the mood for this. But she couldn't leave without getting her phone first. It had the evidence she needed. And she couldn't retrieve her phone with him still in the room. If she blew him, he'd either roll over and go back to sleep or get up to use the bathroom. If he did either, she could get her phone from it's hidey hole and leave. On the other hand, if she refused and he was feeling slighted, he could force her. And she'd be no closer to leaving.

She sighed and rolled back onto to the bed and leaned over his lap from the side. She pulled her hair out of the way and lowered her mouth to his cock. A few inches from it, she turned her head to the side and looked at him.

"I mean it, Price. If I feel so much as a hand brush my hair I'm going to bite down. Hard."

Price merely laced his hands together and rested them behind his head as he waited for her to start. Lara moved to take him in her mouth and then hesitated for a moment, her nose wrinkling at the unpleasant smell of his unwashed cock. Still, there was no point in delaying. She wanted this to be over quickly.

She held his cock at the base with her fingers and leaned forward, her soft lips parting as she took the swollen head of his prick past her teeth. As she took the first few inches of him into her mouth, she closed her lips around it creating a seal. He tasted slightly salty. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times and then started to take his full length into her mouth and down her throat. Price sighed with contentment as he felt his cock slide into the warm and wet cavern.

Morning head is the best,

he thought to himself.

Lara took him until she had reached his base, his cock now snugly lodged inside her. She swallowed around him, her throat muscles fluttering and squeezing his sensitive flesh as she fought the urge to gag. She stayed there for several seconds and lapped at his underside with her tongue. Then, with his full length coated and now slick with her saliva, she started to bob at a fast pace, determined to finish him quickly.

Lara could feel the captain's self-control straining as she sucked him, his hands fisting in the sheets as he fought the urge to grab her head and fuck her face. She sensed his battle between his desire to carry out his usual method and the promise he'd made to her to keep his hands to himself throughout her reluctant act of oral service. So far, he'd kept his word.

He looked down at her as she bobbed her head rapidly on his cock, taking him deep to the base and then suck hard as she pulled back to his tip. He watched her breasts sway as she worked him. From her position side on, he could easily reach her body so he reached out and grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a squeeze. Her eyes flashed to his dangerously at the touch.

"You said not to touch your head. You never said I couldn't touch elsewhere," Price said with a smile. She didn't answer with her mouth full of cock and simply went back to servicing him. He mauled her breast some more, squeezing and lifting it in his hand, feeling the softness and heft of it as he did it.

Lara added her hand to her ministrations, stroking him fast as she bobbed at a frenzied pace, eager to end things. It was at that point that she heard Price's phone ring. He reached over and grabbed it and stared at the screen for a moment. Lara stopped what she was doing and just held his cock in her mouth as she stared at him with incredulity.

He's not actually going to answer that, right?

Lara's blowjobs were not the quiet type. Anybody on the other end of the phone would be able to hear.

"Keep going, sweetheart. I have to take this call," Price said as he answered the phone. He thrust his hips up, encouraging her to keep blowing him. She resumed taking him and gradually worked her way back up to her former pace as he started to talk into the phone.

"This is Price. Ah, Deputy Jones. What can I do for you this fine morning?" Price said, holding the phone to his ear with one hand while still groping Lara's tits with his other.

"Oh no, son. No need to worry. You didn't wake me. I was wide awake. That sound you hear? That's a pretty young thing giving me my morning blowjob. Let me tell you, Jones, it's the only way to start the day," Price said, chuckling down the phone.

What a colossal asshole,

Lara thought to herself. But she didn't stop. She kept going, taking Price's cock and blowing him as well as she could, determined not to prolong the embarrassment.

"Plenty of time to get yourself a girl like that. Anyway, I assume there is a reason you are calling? Yeah? Another one, huh? Okay. Give me the specifics," Price said as he removed his hand from Lara's breast and grabbed a notepad and pen from his bedside table. He started to scribble some notes down.

"Okay. We'll go over everything when I get in later. FUUCCCKKK.....No, not you Jones. The little minx here is determined to get me off. You know how it is. I'll talk to you later," Price said as he hung up the phone and threw his head back. Lara took him deep, her nose pressed against his groin as she swallowed around his cock, tightening her throat around him. Price let out a strangled groan, and finally reached his hands out to grab her hair, unable to resist any longer. His fingers grabbed a firm hold of her hair as he bucked once, twice, then with a guttural moan, he found his release. His cock started to twitch as Lara felt the first spurt of his hot, bitter cum hitting the back of her throat. She struggled not to gag. She could taste him and he did

not

taste good. She had to swallow quickly as spurt after spurt of his thick cum pumped into her mouth and down her throat. He eased her head up and down at his desired pace throughout his orgasm, Lara never lessening the tight seal of her lips around his cock. As his orgasm waned and the last of his load had dribbled into Lara's mouth, he released his grip and she slowly pulled her mouth off his cock. She looked over at him in irritation as she swallowed the last of him.

"Decent job, Lara. A solid six out of ten. I'm sure we can improve upon that with some more practice," Price said, condescendingly. In truth, it had been the best blowjob he'd had in years but she didn't need to know that.

"Go fuck yourself, Edward," Lara said, using his first name as she got off the bed and marched, still completely naked, out of the room and into the bathroom the next room over. She heard him laugh heartily and loudly as she opened the shower door and stepped into the expansive shower. She turned it on, adjusting the heat to her liking and closed her eyes as she stretched her arms forward and rested against the wall. She stood there, leaning against the shower wall and let the powerful stream of water jet against her body. The water pressure was strong and it although it was loud, it felt amazing against her skin. She turned her head up towards the shower head and let the water pool in her mouth before spitting it out, clearing the unpleasant taste of his cum out. She picked up the bar of soap and began to run it over her body.

Unbeknownst to her, Price had followed her into the bathroom. He stood there, unseen, and watched her as she allowed the water to hit her face and stream down her naked body as she worked the soap over her stomach, her legs, her breasts.

His eyes roamed over her figure, admiring it as his semi-hard cock began to stiffen again. Even after just coming, the sight of her in his shower made his arousal come roaring back to life. She was just so effortlessly sexy. She didn't even know he was there and yet the way she stood, hip cocked to one side, showing off her delicious ass was uncanny. He knew it just came naturally to her. She couldn't help but be sexy. A sexual object for men to desire.

It's her purpose in life. To arouse men. To be fucked by them. Fucked by me.

Memories of the previous night came to the forefront of his mind. The way her tits had bounced as he fucked her, the feeling of her tightly clenched cunt around his cock, the desperate moans spilling from her lips as he railed her. He wanted all of that again. He decided he would take her, standing, right now in the shower.

Price strolled forward and opened the door to the shower quietly. He stepped forward and placed his hands firmly on her shoulders from behind. Swiftly, he pushed her forward, bending her at the waist, and stepped in close behind her. Lara cried out in surprise but she didn't fight him.

With a quick, hard thrust, Price speared Lara on his thick cock, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. She let out a choked gasp, her back arching in instinct, and Price groaned at the exquisite sensation of her silken walls gripping him like a velvet vice.

Fuck, she's so tight,

he thought. Even tighter than he remembered. Price set a hard, fast pace, his hips slapping against Lara's ass as he fucked her with deep, powerful thrusts. He could feel Lara's body yielding to him, her hips rocking back to meet his increasingly rough thrusts.

Price knew Lara hadn't wanted more sex and that she was was surprised by his sudden, aggressive advance, but he could also tell she wasn't resisting. Like always, once they felt his dick in them, other ideas were abandoned. Instead, her body was responding. He was sure her arousal was building the longer they fucked.

"You love this, don't you? Nobody fucks you like I do," Price said with a low growl as he thrust into her. When she didn't respond, he took a grip of her hair and yanked her head back sharply.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you," Price said, anger seeping into his voice. She answered this time immediately.

"Nobody fucks me like you do," Lara parroted back.

"You're god damned right," Price said as he released her hair and moved the hand around to maul her tits, tweaking and tugging at her nipples. He continued to fuck her hard and fast as he started to feel his balls tighten up a little, preparing to release what was in them. It was then that she spoke the first words of her own volition since he had entered the shower.

"Don't come in me," Lara told him between breathy moans. Price had the sudden urge to slap her for demanding such a thing but he suppressed the urge. He intended to fuck her many, many times in the future and if he marked her, Dave wouldn't be happy. And so, for once, he heeded her request.

"Fine. I'll tell you when I'm close. You get on your knees for me, understand?" Price told her as he rifled into her. When she didn't answer he repeated himself.

"Understand?"

"Uhhh, yes. I....uuuuuhhh....understand," Lara said through a long moan. It was then Price realized that she hadn't responded because she was too busy coming. Her walls clamped down on his cock, gripping him even better than before. It felt incredible to him and he used the sensation to bring himself to the edge. A dozen or so more frantic thrusts and he pulled out, bringing his own hand to finish the job.

"Now," Price demanded, pushing her harshly to the shower floor with his free hand and twisting her to face him. She almost slipped as he did it and it wasn't graceful but Price looked down at her on her knees before him as his first shots of cum exploded out of him.

"Push your tits up for me," Price said while aiming his cock directly at them. She did as he commanded and cupped them, presenting them for him. He released all over them, but in truth it was hard to tell as the powerful shower washed it away almost instantly. Regardless, he enjoyed the image of her on her knees for him and the feeling of power was almost as good as the orgasm itself.

He continued to stroke himself, slower now, enjoying the feeling as the last few drops fell somewhat invisibly on the shower floor.

Lara stood, her legs a little unsteady and turned towards the shower head, letting the water clean her chest, though there wasn't much of his release left to speak of already. She moved around him. He ignored her as Lara exited the shower, leaving Price behind. She figured he'd be in there at least a few more minutes which would give her ample time to get dressed, get her stuff together and be gone before he was finished.

Lara stood on the bathroom tiles, dripping water onto the floor, and looked at the back of his head in hatred. She hadn't resisted him when he had surprised her in the shower. There was simply no point. He'd take what he wanted no matter what she did. She had moved into the positions he had wanted and said the words that he wanted. She hoped it would be the last time she would have to be with him. She grabbed one of the towels and brought it with her back into the bedroom. She didn't bother to wrap it around her. Modesty seemed a wasted exercise at this stage. As she dried herself, irritation rose within her.

The truth was that as much as she hated him, he

had

made her cum. She knew it was a physiological reaction and she shouldn't read too much into it but it felt wrong to enjoy being fucked by somebody she despised. He had cut her orgasm short by pulling out and making her kneel but she preferred that to the alternative of him coming inside her again.

It could have been worse, I guess,

she thought to herself.

She dried herself as quickly as possible and once she was satisfied, she slipped her black cocktail dress back on. The zipper in the back got stuck halfway up but it would suffice. Lara didn't relish the idea of waiting for Price and asking him to zip her back up.

She approached the bookcase opposite the bed and searched for her phone where she had hidden it. It wasn't there.

What the fuck? Where did it go? Did he find it?!?

Lara was panicking now. She scanned the rest of the bookcase, perhaps thinking she had mistakenly hidden it somewhere else but to no avail. It was then she spotted it. On the floor and looking rather the worse for wear. Price had clearly dislodged it when he had hurled her purse across the room in anger. She bent down and picked it up. The phone was completely smashed, the screen displaying nothing except a spiderweb pattern of cracked lines. She tried to turn it on but the phone didn't respond.

Fuck! Fucking fuckity fuck fuck!

Lara took a deep breath. All was not lost. The phone might be dead but that didn't mean the internal storage wasn't intact. The phone had caught the beginning of their sexual encounter. The violent part. That was the part that mattered and the footage could still exist within the phone. It might be retrievable. Possibly.

The only issue with this was that Lara didn't possess the tools or skills needed to do such a thing. Lenny was the only person she knew who could. But that would mean turning the phone over to him and he'd see everything. He'd know. Not only that Price forced himself on her, but that she had essentially planned it. What would he think or say? Was that can of worms one she was willing to open?

She'd have to consider it some more. In the meantime, it was time to leave. She didn't want to be here when Price was finished. She headed for the door and was halfway out of the room before stopping in her tracks. She turned and looked towards the notepad on the night stand.

Maybe......

With a couple of long strides, she made her way over to it with a purpose, hoping to find the message Price had written down still on the pad. It wasn't there. He had torn the sheet of paper off the pad and put it somewhere. The next page was devoid of writing. But as Lara stared at it she noticed that it wasn't devoid of

everything

. There was markings there. Indentations from his pen as he leaned hard on the pad and wrote the message. And she could just about make out the words.

Lara picked up the pen he had used and held it lightly to the page at about a 45 degree angle. She started to mark the page full with ink, scrawling across the entire page. She had seen this in a movie once and hoped it wasn't just Hollywood bullshit.

To her astonishment, it was working. As the page filled up with scribbles of ink, the white outline of what Price had written down became clear as day. She tore the page off and looked at it.

Thursday. 22:30. Two trucks at north end of Eaton Road.

Lara didn't know what to make of this. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe it was important. She pocketed the note into her purse and half walked, half ran out of the room and down the staircase, breathing hard, her heart pounding a little. It wasn't until she was outside and a few hundred feet down the road and away from the house that she started to calm down.