Deadly Black Widow: Issue 2

Natasha stood before the party stark naked, her creamy white skin on full display. The Black Widow thought of many words to describe how she felt in that moment. Mortified, Stupefied, and Petrified were the best she could come up with. The Russian assassin was a master of infiltration, able to hide behind hundreds of faces and personalities. Yet as she stood there in all her glory Nat struggled to keep from brushing. She kept eyes on everyone in the room wanting to be aware of how many leering eyes were on her but much to the redhead's surprise no one was really looking at her. She received a few sideways glances from guests passing through however other than that a few passing glances no one paid her much notice.

It shouldn't be that surprising. The people at this party were not just wealthy elites. They were young, hot, shapely elites. Every man had a six pack and every woman an hourglass figure. If Natasha wanted to stand out (which for the current mission she shouldn't want) she'd have to work for it. Sadly, being ignored didn't make Natasha feel any less exposed. She surveyed the room again and saw the passageway she needed to take on its far side. With a carefully concealed breath, Natasha walked forward putting on a smile that said, "I'm having fun and am not embarrassed." As she walked her medium sized chest and ass bounced free of any constraints. It was something that she didn't even notice when she was walking through her living room after a shower but now, she was praying for them to stay still.

"Hehehe, man Emma can throw a party." A very drunk partygoer exclaimed slamming back another shot. "It takes a few drinks for me to get comfortable in my own skin but when I do, oh baby!"

Nat watched this blonde bimbo as she danced around on a table being sure to show off her curves. Widow was silently thankful for this floozy's presence as she kept most of the eyes on her rather than Natasha. She passed by the dancer and was only a few steps away from the hall. It seemed like the mission was going smoothly.

"Whoa! Watch out." The bimbo yelled in Nat's direction. She turned and saw the floozy falling towards her. She had tripped and was now about to fall down on top of her. Now Black Widow could have easily dodged out of the way of this woman (considering the type of people who attended parties like this no one would raise an eyebrow). However, Natasha was still a superhero and so instinct and morally **** her to try and help. The Redhead turned towards the falling blonde and caught her in her arms. The bimbo fell forward so the two women were pressed together face to face their breasts and cheeks pressing together. Black Widow wrapped her arms around the woman's torso and took a step back to compensate for the **** of the impact. Now everyone was looking at Nat.

"Umm," Natasha said, eyeballing the staring partygoers rather than the person she helped. "Are you OK."

"Ohmygod! You saved me." The woman said, suddenly wrapping her arms around Nat.

"Whoa!" The superspy exclaimed not expecting a hug. The blonde's tits were now squishing against hers. She subtly tried to pry the woman off her. "I-it was no trouble."

"My hero." She said then, again to Natasha's surprise, the woman leaned in and kissed Black Widow on the lips. Natasha's eyes went wide, and her cheeks blushed red. She looked around and saw everyone was staring at her, many with smiles on their faces. It was then that the blonde reached down and pinched her ass cheek.

Nat's brain short-circuited. She much more forcefully pushed the bimbo off her in a panic. The blonde gave her a confused look as Nat held her at arm's length. Like it was unorthodox for Natasha to not want to grind up against a random in the middle of the room. What kind of party was this?

"I'm sorry," Natasha said politely masking her embarrassment. "But I'm in a hurry."

"Oh I see," the blonde said, "Well maybe next time."

"Sure," Nat responded as she walked away very aware she was still the center of attention. "We'll do a raincheck."

Black Widow continued walking until she made it out of the galley and into the hall. It was thankfully empty allowing Widow to relax her face and show the true disgust and embarrassment she had felt at being leered and grouped at by strangers. Her heart sank so low she had to lean against a nearby table for support. After taking a few breathes Natasha stood back up relaxed her body and face and strutted forward hiding her shame once again

'Just one more room widow,' Natasha told herself. 'Just keep walking and stay away from everyone.'

Natasha turned down the hall and entered the ballroom separating her from the server room. The room was erupting with classical music and chatter from the partygoers who had packed the room up tight. She looked around carefully and realized there was no way across this room without cutting through swaves of naked partygoes.

From behind her calm and collected mask, Black Widow's couldn't keep her eye from twitching slightly.