The next day, after once again being plagued by vivid wet dreams, Lara made arrangements to meet an old acquaintance, Mr. Theodor. He was not a friend of Lara's nor anyone else. But a disgustingly rich half-criminal business tycoon who could help people with just about anything, for a price. One of the good things about him though, was that his entire reputation had been built on him saying nothing to anyone. He was a shady character, but he could definately be trusted to keep his mouth shut.
Lara called by Theodors mansion and a servant led her to the pool area, where the man himself sat wearing only swimming trunks.
"Ah, Lara," he said "damn hot today, huh?"
Lara looked at the man's bloated grey haired body. He had probably never been good looking, but as he had passed sixty, the tolls of heavy drinking and eating along with aging had made him look amazingly unpleasant. Even Lara, in her permanently aroused state only felt mildly attracted to the sweaty lump before her.
"Sure is," Lara remarked drily, "nice trunks."
Lara was wearing rolled up black tights and a red tanktop that hugged her enormous breasts.
Theodor took his sunglasses off and smiled. It was hard to say if he had too many or too few, but he certainly had the wrong number of teeth.
"I forgot you were a comedian as well, Lady Croft".
He motioned for her to sit opposite him in a pillow chair.
"So, what can I do you for?"
This was the hard part of Lara's plan. Making this sound plausible. |