Chapter 11 - The Laboratory

"Valerie!", Iris yelled out from the other room.

Valerie, still in bed and half asleep, mumbled in protest. Iris's bed was too warm and comfy, and last night's events had worn her out. She didn't want to wake up. Only a few minutes more...

"Valerie, wake up! You're gonna be late for the briefing!"

That phrase finally pierced her mind, and she rose up the bed. Sunlight hit her eyes, making her realize it was indeed quite late into the morning. She lifted the covers off her body, which reminded her that she was entirely naked. To make matters worse, Iris had more or less accepted her life as a nudist, meaning she didn't own any clothes. Well, any clothes that covered anything - her collection of bondage harnesses seemed to grow by the day. And while Valerie was intrigued by some of the designs, they weren't exactly meant to be worn while meeting your boss and getting briefed on the next mission.

"I'm up!", she yelled back and walked out the door.

Iris was sitting at her computer, eating a sandwich with a cup of coffee in hand. Her hair was tied in a bun and she was wearing glasses, looking almost entirely normal - were it not for the electric blue harness she was wearing. The outfit was essentially just a set of straps crisscrossing across her body, leaving her boobs and pussy on full display.

"Finally, sleeping beauty is up. We've got like, five minutes before the briefing starts.", said the bespectacled hacker, blazing off the words.

Valerie almost squealed. "Five minutes? How am I going to-"

"Relax", Iris interrupted her. "You don't need to go anywhere. Chief's going to video call, and we'll both join side by side. That way, you don't have to streak through the office in broad daylight.", she finished, winking.

Valerie let out a huge sigh of relief. The organization must let Iris attend briefings remotely. She could only imagine what would happen if they didn't - Iris walking around and working naked in the premises would mean nobody else would be able to get any work done. Though Iris was too shy to admit it, she was a looker. She would turn heads even if she was dressed in a baggy hoodie and pyjamas, let alone a leather harness.

Valerie's imagination began to run wild. She started to imagine all sorts of scenarios where she was naked in office. In some, she was alone, and in others, Iris was with her. In some, she was the center of attention while in others, she was hiding from coworkers. She couldn't help but wonder if Iris shared the same fantasies as her. Perhaps she could ask...

Iris's computer started to buzz, interrupting Valerie's thoughts. A call notification had popped up on the screen.

"It's Chief." Iris said. "Get ready."