Diana gets off to a rocky start with her pretty partner

The next morning Agent Diana Prince gets to work promptly at 7 am. Well, more or less promptly. Actually she barely makes it. Building security clocks her into the parking garage a hair before 7.

Diana should have been more conscientious about resting up for such an early assignment. Instead she'd pigged out the night before on supermarket ready-to-eat fare and fatty treats and desserts. It was 11 pm by the time she'd vibrated herself to sleep. She'd even forgotten to set her alarm, and was lucky to stumble out of bed by 6 only because she'd left her vibrator in the on position and she woke up when the battery died and it stopped vibrating beside her on the bed!

Anyway, it was a very quick shower (no shampoo) and some lukewarm coffee (forgot to turn on the burner switch), grab a couple of plastic-wrapped honeybuns and hop in the car. On top of that, she'd neglected to gas up her car on the way home, so she had to go out of her way to find a gas station.

So now she finally steps off the elevator at work and, belatedly trying to wipe the honeybun frosting off her fingers onto her skirt, she hustles her ass down the hall to Steve Trevor's office. Forgetting that all the doors in the building are on auto-lock until 8 am, she clumsily slams herself into Steve's closed door. Cursing herself, she backs off and starts fishing in her purse for the electronic entry card.

She swipes the card and lets herself in. She sees, standing in front of Steve Trevor's desk, Steve of course... but also the new intern, Candace Etfield. Diana curses under her breath; she'd hoped to be here before the intern showed up.

"Good morning. Sorry if I'm a little late," Diana says. Steve raises his eyebrows and looks at his watch. The intern smiles smugly. They both look somewhat sympathetically at Agent Prince. Truth to tell, she looks a mess, her hair unwashed, and all in all a bit harried-looking. Diana didn't even have time to put makeup on before she left home. She's a bit incensed that the pretty young newcomer looks so perky and refreshed at this hour.

"So, Miss Etfield," Diana continues, "sorry we had to start you out so early in the morning."

"Oh," the intern replies, "well actually ma'am I got here an hour or so ago so I could use the gym downstairs."

Diana tries not to show her exasperation. 'Oh great,' she thinks to herself, 'our new Miss Cutie works out at the crack of dawn and still shows up pretty and perky for a seven o'clock meeting.'

"I see," Diana finally replies. "I didn't know the gym was open so early."

"Yes ma'am. It opens at 0600."

Diana arches an eyebrow at the intern's use of 24-hour time. "Oh-six-hundred?"

"Yes," Steve interrupts helpfully, "it means 6 a.m."

Diana is livid. "I'm... aware of that, Steve," she seethes.

"Okay," Steve smiles, "well now that we're all finally here let's sit down and go over the plan."

The three move over toward the casual chairs and sofa across from Steve's formal desk. Diana is still holding her security access card in one hand and her wide-open purse in the other. Following Steve and Candace across the room, she fumbles and clumsily drops the open purse! Keys and wallet and papers and feminine items spill out onto the carpet. Diana stands there exasperated for a moment, then shakes her head.

Steve starts to walk over to help, but Candace puts her hand out and quietly suggests that the ladies should take care of it.

The intern approaches Diana. "Oh dear, Miss Prince, don't you hate it when that happens? Here, let me..."

"That's okay, honey, thanks," Diana says, politely putting up her hand, "I'll pick up my mess." And with that she squats down... and loses her balance! Her foot slips out from under her, and her fat butt lands on the carpet, and then... there's a ripping sound. She's ripped the seam on her skirt!

"Aaack," Diana squeals as her legs splay out.

Candace quickly puts her hand to her mouth... to conceal the fact that she's about to crack up.

Steve grimaces and politely looks away, shaking his head.

"Damn it," Diana mutters, looking at her skirt. It's ripped all the way up to her waist on one side, exposing her plump thigh.

Candace manages to wipe the grin from her face, and comes closer and leans over to the clumsy agent. "You okay, ma'am?"

Diana sighs and shakes her head. "Yes," she says, curtly.

"Here," the intern says, reaching down and grabbing Diana's hand. Before she can object, Diana is pulled up off the floor. She's surprised by the young woman's strength. In a second she's standing, and the two women bump into each other. Surprised, Diana starts to lose her footing, but the younger woman grabs her around her waist and holds her.

Diana blushes at the close contact, face-to-face, chest-to-chest. "Whew," she says, backing away. She looks down at the younger woman's breasts, then quickly back up at her face. "Thanks."

Diana turns her ripped-seam side away from Steve, and the two women assess the situation.

"Well that thing's a goner," Candace says quietly, concernedly checking out Diana's ruined skirt. "Tell you what, ma'am, I have some clean sweat pants down in my locker in the gym. How about if I...."

"Um, that's okay," Diana interrupts, "I've always kept a change of clothes in my office. I'll just go down the hall real quick...."

"Yes ma'am," Candace says, then glances over at Steve, then whispers to Diana, "I'll make sure everything gets back in your purse."

Diana doesn't like having to depend on this young woman's kindness, but standing there grasping her skirt she has ****. "Thank you."

After the embarrassed agent scurries out the door, the helpful intern says "Give me a minute, Steve," then squats down and starts picking up the spilled contents of Diana's purse. One of the items she picks up is Agent Prince's security access card! She's going to need that to get into her own office! Candace chuckles quietly, shakes her head, stands up, walks to the door, and just stands there and waits. Sure enough, within a few seconds there's a knock on the door.

Red-faced again, Diana says nothing as the young woman opens Steve's office door and hands her the access card. She can tell the intern is trying not to laugh. Grabbing the card, she sighs, turns on her heels and walks quickly to her own office, holding the card in one hand and clasping her skirt together with the other, click-clacking down the hall.

Once in her office, Diana moans at the thought that her stuff is still in boxes. She'll have to ferret through and find the change of clothes. Closing the office door, she ditches the ruined skirt and stands there in her white slip, opening boxes. She finally finds the clothes in the fourth box she opens. She tosses aside the extra blouse, underwear etc., and holds up the skirt.

"Oh good heavens," Diana sighs. Her heart sinks. She's had this set of clothes stowed away in the office so long, it's from back when skirts were really short! "This is ridiculous," she says to herself, shaking her head at the whims of fashion. She holds the skirt up to herself. "Drat," she says, "this thing is shorter than my slip!"

She'll have to go without the slip. Making sure the door is latched, Diana takes off her slip, then grabs the skirt. She steps into it, wiggles her hips as she yanks it up... then discovers another problem with how long the skirt's been sitting around. It's from back when her waist was thinner! She's able to tug it up above her hips, but then has trouble zipping and buttoning it up!

"Oohhhhh," Diana moans in despair, then stomps her foot, angry with herself for letting herself get out of shape. She puts both hands on her belly and sighs. "I should have taken that girl up on her offer of sweatpants. Oh well, too late now." She takes a deep breath, sucks in her gut, and desperately holds her breath while she struggles to button the waistband. Failing, she exhales loudly, then catches her breath to try again....

Meanwhile, back in Steve's office, Steve impatiently looks out the window while Candace finishes picking up Diana's spilled purse items. She almost misses one last item, a lipstick. She grabs it. Wait, is it lipstick? It's about the right diameter for lipstick, maybe a bit thicker. But it's longer than usual, three-and-a-half inches or so. Curious, Candace twists it open, but instead of finding lipstick she sees... a double-A battery!

The young blonde is confused at first, then utters a quiet "Oops!" Grossed out, she drops it quickly to the carpet and tries not to crack up laughing. She looks around to make sure Steve isn't looking, then gingerly picks up the device again and finds a little on-off button on the base of it. She looks over her shoulder again real quick just to make sure Steve isn't paying attention, then pushes the button... and the "lipstick" starts vibrating, a pulsating vibration.

Candace can't help it; she lets out a little snort of a laugh.

"What is it?" Steve asks, turning away from the window.

"Oh... it's nothing," Candace says quickly, stifling her laugh as she turns off the anal vibrator and stuffs it quickly back into Diana's purse. She grabs one of Diana's antibacterial wipes for her hands as she stands up and puts Diana's purse on Steve's desk.

She's giggling. Steve is curious....

Meanwhile, back in Diana's office, our hard-working agent has managed to button up the waistband of the tight skirt, but only by leaving her blouse out. Now she's tugging up on the zipper. She finally gets it zipped up all the way, and leans on her desk and holds her belly, catching her breath. Then she pulls down the tail of her blouse so it covers her tummy bulge and hangs down over the waist of the skirt. "It'll just have to be a casual look," she says to herself, then exhales.

The previous occupant of the office was obviously not a woman; there's no full-length mirror anywhere. So, Agent Prince takes a deep breath, thinks 'whatever', and heads down the hall to Steve's office.

Diana lets herself in, and finds her boss and Miss Etfield sitting at opposite ends of the office sofa, laughing as if sharing a good joke. 'Oh great,' Diana thinks to herself, 'Steve and his pretty intern have been having a grand old time while I was trying to make myself presentable.'

Steve and Candace stifle their laughs, clear their throats and sit up when they see Diana come in. Then they do a double-take, and look at Agent Prince more closely. She's wearing an unfashionably short skirt, with her shirttail out, and her unwashed hair looks a little unkempt, pulled back but with strands of hair sticking out here and there. Except for the absence of makeup, she looks like a cheap hooker. A cheap, slightly over-the-hill hooker.

Diana notices their looks of disapproval and assumes they're just put off by the shortness of the skirt. "It's all I had in my office," she apologizes, tugging down on the hem of the skirt.

"Okay," Steve says, looking impatiently at his watch, "well sit down and let's go over the plan, shall we?"

The intern watches with amusement as the older woman sits down slowly and carefully because of her too-tight skirt. The three of them spend a couple minutes going over the map and floorplan, and the cast of characters of suspects to watch for. Once everything's settled, the three stand up, and Diana decides it's a good time to pull rank.

"Miss Etfield, let's use your car. Why don't you go ahead and get your car out of the garage and meet me at the front entrance. What do you drive?"

"Er, well actually, ma'am, I have a Kawasaki 850."

Diana is downcast. 'So,' she thinks, 'on top of everything else, this girl's a biker.'

"I don't have an extra helmet, and besides," Candace says, looking at Diana's short, tight skirt, "I don't really think you're dressed for..."

"Okay," Diana interrupts, "okay, we'll take my car."

Steve interjects, "A Kawasaki 850?"

"Yes sir," Candace replies, "it's a Vulcan."

"Ah," Steve nods appreciatively, "I've seen it downstairs in the garage. Bad-lookin' ride!"

"Thank you, sir!" The two share a laugh.

"A couple years ago," Steve starts to reminisce, "I rebuilt a Raptor."

"Oh, from the 90s?"

Poor Diana is left out of the conversation, and she's not happy. "Excuse me," she interrupts, "don't you think we should, uh, get going?"

Steve and Candace look dismissively at Diana.

"Tell you what," Steve says cheerfully, "Diana, why don't you go get YOUR car out of the garage, and pick up Miss Etfield at the front entrance. Candace and I can talk bikes while I walk downstairs with her."

Diana is speechless for a moment.

"Fine," she says, grabbing her purse and walking toward the door. "Oh," she says, glancing at her purse, "Miss Etfield, were you able to find everything that fell out of my purse?"

"Oh, uh, definitely, yes ma'am," she answers, smiling broadly.

"Thank you," Diana says, looking quizzically at the young woman's overenthusiastic smile. The confused agent walks out the door, tugging down the back of her skirt.