A prototype suit

Eva opened the bag and emptied its contents on the table. The first thing she noticed was a few sheets of paper stapled together, which seemed to be some kind of instruction manual. She decided to start by reading it:

Control Interface Suit Prototype, version 1.04
This suit lets the wearer control compatible electronics directly using a combination of hand gestures and body movements.
If you're reading this, you have been selected for the test program and are free to deploy the accompanied equipment in the field.

The manual went on to describe how the suit's technology. Apparently, it used some kind of custom protocol and wireless interface developed by Jim. While the tech was interesting, Eva was happy simply because it was something for her to wear. This was a stroke of good luck that she desperately needed. Still, she dutifully read all the pages, for her training had shown her the importance of reading the fine print when it came to experimental tech.

Once she was finished reading, she started looking through the contents. Most of them were small gadgets ranging from simple (a thin string, remotely controlled - useful to set traps) to complex (a short range EMP that would disable all electronics in range). They were all small enough to fit in her palm, and the bag contained a black leather belt with slots to easily store them.

Finally, she came to the suit itself. It was a skintight catsuit, brushed metallic texture and grey in color. On close inspection, she could see thin lines of circuitry running all over it - likely the control interface. She remembered the instructions:

Skin contact is essential for optimal functioning of the control interface. The wearer is advised to avoid all clothing that impedes interface to skin contact.

She couldn't help but giggle. Her official orders wanted her to go commando underneath her suit.

Normally, she would go to the locker room, change and try the outfit before going through the paces in the gym to see how it felt. However, due to her current lack of clothing, she decided it was best she put it on right in her office.

She took off her torn blouse, followed by her stockings. She took the suit in her hand and stood up, completely nude in the middle of her office. For a moment, she wondered what it would be like if someone were to walk in at this moment. What would they think? Would they try to take advantage of her? Her mind began running through several scenarios, most of them involving her getting fucked in various positions. Her hand crept up to her crotch and she almost began to rub herself when she caught herself.

"Come on, Eva.", she scolded herself. "Snap out of it. You can't risk getting caught naked in your own office."

She hurriedly put the catsuit on, wiggling her body to fit into the extremely tight garment. Once finished, she zipped up the front. Since the bag didn't have any footwear to go with the suit, she put on her heels before checking herself out in the mirror.

She couldn't help but be impressed. The manual wasn't kidding when it said it wanted maximum skin contact. The suit followed the contour of her body, and hugged her every curve beautifully. On the more concerning side, she could see the faint outline of her nipples and there was already a hint of camel toe, which made her blush. She would need to get something to wear over the suit, at some point.

She tried a few squats and stretches to test her mobility. She was impressed as the suit didn't seem to impede her movement at all, instead feeling more like a second skin. She inspected the material more closely, and saw why - it was very thin and slightly pourus, likely to avoid the build up of sweat. All in all, she was impressed with the design, both functionally and with how it complemented her body.

She decided to not let a good opportunity go to waste, and took a few photos of herself with her phone. Finally clothed after what seemed like an eternity, she was feeling sexy and confident.

That's when her phone began to ring.