Frost gets caught

Frost was so focused on catching up to the fleeing pervert, that she did not notice that her panties had snapped, and fallen onto the ground, exposing her recently shaved crotch.

“Oh my god, Frost? What are you doing?” Somebody called out from below.

Frost froze, and she started to blush again. “Oh. Hey, Ela. How’s it going?” She said, refusing to turn around.

“I could ask you the same thing. Are you a nudist, now?” She teased.

Frost gulped, and ran her hands down to her lower body. Her eyes widened when she felt nothing but bare skin. “Oh, shit.” She turned around, slowly.

Ela whistled as Frost’s front came into view. “Honey, I think you need to cut back on the rations.” She said, as she stared at her barely covered breasts.

“At least I actually have breasts.” She hissed, as she pressed her arms against her body.

Ela raised an eyebrow. “You really need to go back to your anger management classes.”

Frost’s eyes narrowed, and she flashed her teammate a nasty scowl. “I shouldn’t have to go to fucking anger management at all! Why does this keep fucking happening?”

Ela scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re on about, your workplace accident ratio is a lot more balanced than everybody else’s. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve completed a mission fully clothed?” She said, as she crossed her arms.

Frost sighed. “Sorry. Did anybody bring backup clothes, this time?”

Ela shook her head. “No, but there’s a laundry room around here somewhere. Probably blankets, too.”

“Alright,” Frost said as she walked down the stairs, “I’m going to get dressed and then we can rendevous.” As she walked past Ela, she switched her hand to cover her ass, then stopped walking. “Oh, and if you see a nude, German woman, do not let her get up close and personal.” She said, before walking away.

“Noted.” Ela said. She waited until Frost was out of earshot, then giggled. “Fatass.”