Thunder boomed through the air. The rain had been non-stop for days, and now it was at its worst. Alexandra's clothes were completely soaked, but her long brown hair was in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in her face. Her tank top and shorts clung to her olive skin. Her deep brown eyes surveyed the landscape.
At least the summer air meant she wasn't chilled by the rain. Despite the weather, Alexandra continued on; she felt like she was getting close to the artifact. The adventuress crested a hill and looked around for landmarks. Jagged lightning bolt-shaped crevices in the ground pointed towards a cave, separated from her by a shallow valley. Alexandra quickened her pace, eager not only to reach the artifact but also to get a brief respite from the heavy rain. She reached the mouth of the cave, and shined her flashlight towards its dark interior.
The cave was quite small, only about ten feet deep. Resting casually at the end was her prize: the Basket of He-no. If her research was correct, He-no was the Iroquois god of thunder and rain and his basket stored magical rocks he launched at evil spirits. Alexandra picked up the Basket, and the sound and frequency of thunder increased outside. The cave shook with every crack.
Alexandra stepped outside and saw a lightning storm concentrated in the small valley. Lightning crackled and struck the ground all around her, followed by the deafening thunder. Alexandra steeled her nerves and ran. The earth surrounding her was torn up, but she was untouched. As soon as she left the valley, the rain stopped completely. It was like it never rained, apart from the lingering moisture on the ground. Alexandra let out a pent-up breath and started her long walk back to the small private airport where a plane was waiting for her.
After a few hours, she reached the tarmac. Alexandra was ready to return home for a bath and some rest. The plane was on the runway already; hopefully the plane was fueled and the pilot was ready for takeoff.
"Hello, pilot? I'm ready to leave when you are," Alexandra yelled out.
"Hey there. Thanks for going through all that trouble for me, hon," a voice behind her said.
"Jack West," Alexandra growled. His drawl was unmistakable. "What's a second-rate explorer doing here?" She turned around. Jack West was a man of slightly taller than average height. A muscular man with brown eyes and blond hair, he would be charmingly handsome if he wasn't a constant thorn in her side. And if he wasn't pointing a gun at her right now.
"Delightful as always, Alex," he chuckled. "Now hand over the artifact so I don't have to do anything nasty."
Alexandra had to think quickly. She bent over to set the Basket down between them, making sure Jack got a good look at her cleavage. She slowly reached into the basket and grabbed a rock, and before Jack could react she threw it at him. It hit him in the chest, not that hard at all, but he was knocked out cold. Alexandra cautiously walked over, suspecting a trap. His heart was still beating and he was still breathing, but was otherwise unconscious. Men were so easily fooled, she thought. The interaction with the rock was strange but it would be figured out by her employers eventually. She was more concerned with getting home.
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"Excellent work again, Miss D'amore!" the dean said. "You truly are an asset to Harvard."
Alexandra was in her employer's office at Harvard University. Dean David Stone of the Archaeology Department was a stout old British man and always had an air of mirth around him. He was so eager to see the artifact she acquired that Alexandra hadn't had time to change or bathe. She didn't mind Stone's enthusiasm; at least someone was as excited to discover artifacts as she was. The department didn't really pay well for the risks she usually took, but she was wealthy enough that it didn't matter. She adventured and discovered artifacts for her own enjoyment.
"There's someone here who is very interested in meeting you," he continued. "He's a professor at Cambridge who has studied mythological artifacts extensively. Please come inside Patrick!"
A man no younger than Alexandra's age, 28, walked inside. Alexandra was surprised; most of the professors she worked with were old men like the dean, not the ruggedly handsome man in front of her. He was tall and surprisingly fit for a desk-bound professor, with a five-o-clock shadow, blue eyes, and dark hair.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss D'amore," he said. "My name is Patrick Adams. I must say your work is very impressive. I would like to talk with you about some artifacts while I am in town."
"Thank you, Professor Adams," Alexandra replied. "I would love to stay and chat, but I have a warm bath waiting for me at home. Let's meet again tomorrow when I'm not wearing such dirty clothes."
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Dusk had begun to crawl across the sky as Alexandra's driver pulled up to her mansion. Her family was old money, which allowed her to pursue her own interests while her family's investments largely took care of themselves. The D'amore estate had always had a staff of drivers, chefs, and butlers on retainer for her use. Wilson, the head butler, greeted her at manor doors.
"Welcome home, Miss D'amore. The bath you requested is ready for you in the upstairs bathroom," he said in his old, raspy voice.
"Thanks, Wilson. I shouldn't need anything else from you tonight," she replied.
He nodded and shut the door behind her as he left. Alexandra took her boots off and sighed. The soft sounds of her walking up the stairs echoed in the cavernous front hall. D'amore Manor used to be so full and lively. Alexandra's parents had died when she was eighteen, ten years ago, and her siblings had taken their token inheritance, leaving her to try and manage the estate. Her parents weren't perfect, but she had still been saddened by her siblings leaving.
Alexandra stepped into the bathroom. The warm, steamy air coming from the bath comforted her as she disrobed. Taking a moment to stretch her weary limbs, Alexandra admired her nude body in wall of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Months of adventuring had toned her body. She had long, smooth legs and a flat stomach with gentle contours of musculature. Her butt was firm and nicely filled out any pants she wore now. The only downside to her adventuring was that she lost some fat in her chest, but her bust was still a respectable C-cup. It wasn't even that bad because larger breasts would get in her way anyway. The exhausted adventuress released her ponytail, and her hair cascaded down to her shoulders.
The hot water welcomed her, and she sunk into its embrace. Her muscles released their tension, and Alexandra closed her eyes, enjoying these moments of warmth. Her thoughts drifted to that professor she met today. Patrick Adams. He was quite good-looking, and not just for a professor. She fantasized a bit about their meeting tomorrow. Hopefully, it would just be the two of them. Maybe she would accidentally brush against his chest when he went to grab some books, or maybe she would find a reason to look over his shoulder and press her chest into his arm. One thing could lead to another and they might need to clear the desk so he could bend her over it. Alexandra's hand rubbed her clit while she daydreamed. He would pin her over the desk for a while, then maybe she would get on top and gyrate on his cock while her breasts bounced. Alexandra's other hand squeezed a breast while she masturbated. She kept thinking about having his cock inside her, pounding away. Her body tensed in the bath, and Alexandra let out a small moan as an orgasm flowed through her body.
