Chapter 2 - Two

Part Two

 

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Lara swerved and weaved through a dense crowd of twisting dancers.  Up on stage, at the front of the room, a four piece neo-rock-and-roll band - a drummer, two guitars and a caterwauling lead singer - played loud music hard.  They were just bringing an uptempo twist tune to its swinging crescendo – the crowd eating it up, all elbows and jazz hands as Lara pushed her way through them.  She had to lift the tray high above her head, or risk spilling raw fish, soya sauce and rice balls all over the restaurant’s patrons, and herself.

The dancers were mostly male, Japanese, eighteen to twenty-five year olds.  And unsurprisingly, they took full advantage of the curvaceous young western woman briefly in their midst, pawing Lara’s tits and squeezing and smacking her ass as she elbowed her way past.  One man went in for the kill: drooled all over Lara’s cleavage and helped himself to two firm handfuls of her barely covered ass-cheeks, sucking on her soft white melons and groping her tight round buttocks – until Lara kneed him in the nuts, and was finally able to stumble over to the other side of the room.

“Bloody hell!”, she gasped, emerging from the crowd, “I feel like I’ve just survived a perverts’ boot camp!”.

“Yeah, well”, Zip replied, “You know the Japanese...  not exactly big with the feminism.  Anyways, back to the mission... you see those screen doors up on the balcony?”

Lara looked.  “Up on your right, at the top of the staircase”.

She saw them, a wall of oriental-style paper doors, beautifully decorated: scaly green dragons, buoyant white clouds, whiskered serpents – stencilled on a matte creme backdrop.  The doors were flanked by a couple of muscular thugs wearing black suits and sunglasses.

“Yes, I see them.  Is that the meeting room?”.

“Check.  And according to the intel from your informant, the meeting should be taking place in there right about now.  In fact, it should have started about fifteen minutes ago – so they outta be just about ready for some refreshments by now”.

Lara smiled.  “How convenient”.

She started making her way up the long, central staircase, unaware that every male eye in the room behind her was checking out her practically bare ass-cheeks as she sashayed upwards – her dress having ridden up over her thighs and bunched up around her hips by now.  Zip, monitoring the scene via a tiny camera embedded in Lara’s hair-clip, thought it best not to mention the kind of looks she was attracting.

“Refreshments for Tanaka-sama’s party”, Lara bowed respectfully to the two thugs.  “Compliments of the house, of course”.  She held the bow just long enough to tantalise them with her cleavage.

The men exchanged a look.  They grinned.

“Up against the wall, lady”, one of them grunted.  “No one gets in there ‘less we say so.  Strict orders from Boss Tanaka, so you better do what we say”.  Lara grimaced.  She knew what was coming.  Averting her eyes she nodded meekly, serving girl style.

“Yes sir”.  She faced the wall.

“Now, spread those legs and stand with yer hands above yer head”, the bigger, and uglier, of the two goons ordered.

Clenching her teeth, Lara obeyed.  She lifted the tray above her head and spread her feet shoulder width apart, balancing her weight on her four inch heels quite precariously.

The guard knelt down behind her.  He caught a close-up of Lara’s thong-clad ass, winked at his partner.  Lara forced herself not to react; she knew he was goading her.  The guard cupped the backs of her slender ankles and started slowly sliding his palms up over her long muscular legs.

“Just a routine security check, miss”, he leered up at her, fondling Lara’s shapely calves and smooth supple thighs.  “I’m sure you understand”.  He eased his palms up underneath the back of her dress and cupped both of Lara's firm, heart-shaped buttocks.

Yes, I understand, Lara thought angrily, feeling her legs begin to tremble as the guard squeezed and massaged her ass for considerably longer than was necessary for a body search, I understand just fine, you bloody shaved gorilla...

“Careful, Lara”, Zip whispered in her ear, “don’t blow your cover.  Just tough it out.  Don’t let them rile you, okay”

Easy for you to say, Lara seethed, but did her best to remain calm.  Grinding her teeth, she ignored the guard’s meaty thumb-pads as they slipped in-between her ass-cheeks, and gently pried her buttocks apart – opening her up as though the guard were conducting a full body cavity search.

“Compliant little thing, ain’t she?”, he chuckled to his partner.

“Yeah”, goon number two replied, "or maybe she’s just enjoyin’ the attention a little too much, huh?”.

The goons chortled; Lara’s knuckles blanched bone-white, gripping the tray above her head.  She had to restrain herself almost physically when the guard slipped his middle finger underneath the back of her thong panties, and rubbed it along the entire length of her ass crack.

Pulling Lara’s ass-cheeks apart, the guard exposed her puckered asshole and started gently teasing it in slow circular motions, rubbing his calloused thumb round and round on her sensitive pink rose bud.  Lara’s supple white glutes tensed up and quivered refexively as the guard rimmed her tight asshole.  Then her jaw muscles bulged when he slid two fingers up between her parted thighs, and started stroking the underside of her knickers.  The guard grinned at Lara’s reaction, watching as her thighs and face flushed warm pink with unwanted arousal.  When she was going-on incandescent, he pulled aside the back of her lacy thong panties, exposing Lara’s pouty labia and dilating asshole and, double-penetrating her with his forefigner and thumb, set about working both of her shiny pink fuckholes at once with his thick delving digits, finger-fucking Lara until she was practically panting.

By the time the guard finally rose to his feet and started sliding his hands up over Lara’s hips, her face was flushed hot pink with anger and indignation, her whole body trembling visibly.

***

Meanwhile, out behind the restaurant in an unmarked grey van, Zip watched the encounter live via his hi-def video linkup.  Two computer screens gave him two different perspectives on the action: one showed Lara’s front, the view from the necklace nestled snug between her breasts; the other displayed Lara’s back, as seen from a slightly down-tilted camera hidden in her hair clip.  Both cameras had fisheye lenses, so Zip had a perfect, almost panoramic view of his boss’s lush cleavage, and an excellent bead on her dimpled lower back and tight ass.

He leaned in toward the screens, big white eyes bulging in the warm CRT light.  It was late summer in southern Japan, monsoon season, stiflinlgy hot and humid.  He could make out every droplet of sweat on Lara's breasts, every dimple of musculature on her supple lower back, every lacy detail of her dress's low-cut neckline and the tapering back of her Brazilian-cut black thong panties.

"Daaamnnnnn...", he palmed his headset, whispering almost reverentially, "check out dat ass".


As much he hated to admit it, watching his sexy new boss getting groped and humiliated like this was turning Zip on in a big way.

Shifting in his seat, the young African-American man unzipped his flies, tugged loose his big, hard cock, and started stroking it.

He predicted that he was going to enjoy working for Lara Croft over the coming months – probably quite a lot.

***

Back inside, the guard palmed Lara’s lower back, then slid his hands around her slim waist to fondle and paw at her toned belly.  He admired the supple musculature of Lara’s sleek abs for a long moment, then stroked his palms gently upward over her ribcage.  He flexed his fingers in preparation, then cupped and squeezed both of Lara’s firm, DD-cup breasts.

“Oh yeah”, he groaned, moving in behind her so he could rub his hard-on against Lara’s ass.  “Boss Tanaka’s gonna love you, babe”, he breathed in her ear.  “He’s always had a thing for white women with big tits”.

“Bastard...”, Lara hissed beneath her breath, but forced herself not to react.  Even as the guard mauled her breasts, and sunk his fingers deep into her luscious tit-flesh until it bulged out between his grasping digits, she remained statuesque by sheer force of will, focusing all of her attention on not dropping the tray balanced precariously above her head

For nearly a full minute the guard ground his cock insistently back and forth between Lara’s taut ass-cheeks.  He located her nipples beneath the smooth black satin of her dress and, taking the tender peaks of flesh between his forefingers and thumbs, rolled them back and forth and pinched them almost painfully.

“Wait a minute”, he said suddenly, “I think I’ve found something”.

“W-what?”, Lara tensed up, almost dropping the tray.  She readied herself for a fight; if he’d found the two-way mic clipped underneath her left breast, she’d have to abort the mission and haul ass.

“Yeah”, the guard growled; “feels like you’re hiding something... under... here”, in one swift movement he grabbed the front of Lara’s dress and yanked it down over her breasts – and Lara's perfect DD-cup tits bounced free.

“Son of a...”, Lara started, before quickly catching herself, remembering her role.  “I-I mean, wh-what are you doing?  Please stop that, I need to serve Boss Tanaka”.

The guard laughed, ignoring Lara's weak protests.  Palming both of her bare tits he them a good squeeze and fondle.  He explored every smooth square inch of Lara’s soft supple breast-flesh with his fingertips and palms.  Thumbing her nipples he rubbed them in circles, then flicked them with his fingernails, making Lara's tender pink tit-tips quiver and sting.  As Lara hissed curses under her breath and struggled to keep the tray level above her head, the guard squeezed and massaged her generous mounds, slapping at their undersides just to make them jiggle, before clumsily yanking her dress’s décolletage back up again, leaving it only half decent, so Lara's neckline bit into her aureoles.

“Sorry miss”, he stepped away and winked at his partner, “a simple mistake.  Seems I mistook one of your nipples for a hidden bug.  Understandable, given how hard they were”.  The two men burst out laughing.

Lara fumed, one smart-arse comment away from saying ‘to hell with the mission’ and kicking both of their asses summarily.

“Easy, Lara”, Zip whispered in her ear, “don’t blow it now.  I think they’re about to let you in”.  She knew he was right, and settled for bitch-glowering at the two men until their laughter finally died down.

“Okay, okay”, the groper relented, “You passed the test.  You can go in, we won’t stop you”.

They stepped aside, letting Lara pass.

“At last”, she brushed past them dismissively.  The second guard held the door for her; Lara walked through it – too slowly.

*WHAP!!*, the first guard landed a hard spank on her ass.  Lara gasped and jumped forward.  She stumbled clumsily into the middle of the meeting room, bare ass jiggling and full breasts bouncing as she struggled to stay balanced on her high heels.

The door slammed behind her, cutting off the guards’ raucous laughter.

Lara looked up.

She saw a long, rectangular table.   Fifteen men sat at it, all of them Japanese, of varying ages, dressed in sharp designer suits, draped in jewelery, expensive watches, mirrored sunglasses – and all of them staring directly at her.  Lara felt fifteen pairs of hot male eyes crawl over every inch of her barely clothed body, studying her luscious western curves with undisguised lust.

She smiled nervously, bowed her head, saw what she was carrying.

“Erm... would anyone... care for some sushi?”

To be continued...