Infiltrate a rich man's mansion

Valerie hurried through the mall, her hand in Hawk's hand as he led her through the maze of people. She was red with embarrassment, for she knew her maid outfit (if it could be called that), was nowhere near decent to be worn in public. The top was shaped like a corset and barely covered her nipples, pushing up her breasts and putting them on display. The frilly skirt barely went below her ass cheeks and was all too happy to ride up whenever she moved. Her fishnet stockings and high heels only served to titillate, not cover. The hilariously tiny apron and cap were only decorative, only bringing more attention to her.

Valerie had no doubt everyone was staring. How many of them were imagining the things they would do to her? The only small relief she had was that her outfit was better than being naked. After a short walk that felt like it lasted an hour, the two of them made their way back outside and back to Hawk's car.

"Oh no, my raincoat!" Valerie exclaimed, realizing that in her preoccupation with how she was dressed, she had forgotten it at the store. "Can I-"

"No time. I'll ask them to send it to my place," replied Hawk, who had been looking at something on his phone. The two of them entered the vehicle and Hawk began to drive.

There was a brief silence. For the first time in a while Valerie felt she could relax a little, for there was nobody looking at her. Oddly enough, she felt...comfortable in the incredibly skimpy outfit. The way it hugged her figure and supported her boobs felt just right. She almost felt like she was being gently caressed.

"So," she said, breaking the silence. "What is the mission?"

Hawk pulled up a screen on his car's display. "Our target is a certain Jason Dawson. He's a billionaire with his hands in a lot of different companies. The org thinks he's the key to busting a human trafficking ring, and we're headed to one of his mansions to find something that incriminates him and his trafficking buddies."

Valerie nodded along with the explanation. "What exactly is my objective?"

"You have to plant a listening device so we can eavesdrop on him," Hawk said. He handed her a silver ball that was barely the size of a small pearl. "Based on intel, he usually takes calls in his study. Try to find a place where this thing won't be noticed, and put it there."

"Sounds simple enough." she replied. A thought came inside her head, and she turned a little red. "Um, I have one question - do you think what I'm wearing is appropriate? It, uh, might attract too much attention, don't you think? " Valerie would have chosen something that let her blend in and be unnoticeable, while her lingerie-masquerading-as-clothing was anything but.

Hawk chuckled. "On the contrary," he said, bringing up a set of photos taken inside the mansion. "I think it's the bare minimum you'll need to get close to our target."

Valerie gasped at the contents. Dawson seemed to employ a lot of young female staff, and their uniforms seemed to be nothing except thongs, pasties and stockings. They all had similar caps and aprons as her. The photos showed them cleaning, cooking, dancing and doing all sorts of work in the estate.

"See? If anything, you're overdressed." laughed Hawk. "Anyway, we're going to be there in five minutes. I have a badge under a fake name that'll get you entry, and an earpiece you can use to stay in contact. Iris is on standby, and I'll be parked a few minutes away."

Valerie nodded. The objective seemed straightforward enough - get in, plant the device, get out. If nothing went wrong, she could be done in an hour and nobody would be the wiser. She was confident she would succeed in her mission.

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