First stop - Logistics

Valerie would have liked nothing more than to run directly out of the HQ building. The proving grounds were situated right outside the Org's campus - there, she would be away from the prying eyes. Considering how she wasn't wearing anything except thigh-high stockings, privacy was something she desperately wanted.

If only things could be that simple, thought Valerie. There was one thing she needed to do before the contest. She had to pick up some equipment from the logistics department that she needed for the exercise. Normally, she would have it delivered to Iris's office - one of the perks of being the top field operative in the Organization.

This time, though, her request for delivery had been denied, which left her needing to go to logistics herself. She found the denial a little suspect, for no reason had been provided. Did someone in HQ have it out for her? She would have to look into who was behind this, and why they did it.

Still, that was something for later. In this moment, Valerie had to walk past several coworkers - some of whom she knew - while desperately trying to cover her modesty with her hands. She was red with shame, her embarrassment only growing with each whisper or snicker she overheard. She knew they were all talking about her, and there was hardly anything she could do about it.

She stepped into an elevator, which provided some reprieve from the eyes in the corridor. She wished she could ride to the logistics floor alone, but that was not to be. A group of junior techs entered the elevator after her. Valerie retreated into a corner, trying her best to shield her naked body. They were both sneaking glances at her out of the corner of their eyes.

"There's the Naked Agent," one of them whispered to the other. "I heard she's an exhibitionist."

"I heard that too," the other agreed, giggling. "She's one of their best agents, which is why Chief turns a blind eye to her perverted antics."

"Can you blame her? If I had a body like that, you bet I would be finding excuses to show it off all the time," a third chimed in enviously.

Valerie wanted to scream at the gossiping girls. This wasn't her choice - she didn't want to be naked all the time! She couldn't believe the kind of rumors about here that were spreading in the office. She resolved to find out who was behind all this.

However, she knew better than to argue in that moment. Saying anything wouldn't change anyone's mind, and would likely only make things worse for her. She kept her mouth shut and let the techs gossip. To make matters worse, she couldn't help but doubt herself. What if they were right in the things they were saying about her?

Her torment finally ended when her floor arrived. She got off the elevator and made haste to the logistics office. It was a large but simple room, similar to a cloak room in layout. An employee manned a small counter in front of several rows of shelves. If you had a consignment, you would be assigned a number and would pick it up here.

Today, the person manning the counter was a man named Steven. Valerie had talked to him occasionally, and they were acquaintances. He greeted her when she entered the room, but fell silent when she saw her naked body. He froze in shock as the very embarrassed Valerie approached the counter, her hands trying their best to cover her nudity. In her nervous state, her ample boobs kept jiggling and spilling out from underneath her arms, much to her chagrin.

"Hi, Steven," she said. Her entire face and upper body were a bright shade of red. "I have a consignment to pick up."

Steven didn't say anything in reply, his jaw wide open in shock while he stared at Valerie's exposed form. She coughed pointedly, and repeated her greeting. "Hi, Steven. My consignment, please?"

"Oh, right," he mercifully replied, shaking his head. "Gimme a minute," he said as he set off towards one of the shelves. Valerie noticed he walked awkwardly as he tried to adjust his pants and hide his erection.

She felt mortified. How many people had seen her naked today? They all seemed to think she wanted to be naked. Maybe this was her fate...

Steven returned before she could fall too deep into her thoughts. "There you go," he said, handing her a utility belt and a small backpack.

Valerie let out a sigh of relief. That feeling was short lived, however, disappearing as soon as she opened the backpack and saw its contents.

"No," she said to Steven. "This can't be right."

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