Laser array

Valerie surveyed the room she was in while the door slid shut behind her, blocking her exit. The area was large, extending a long way in front of her. It wasn't very well lit, with only a few sources of dim red light leaving most of the space in complete shadow. She took a tentative step forward, but recoiled when her leg touched something incredibly hot. She immediately retreated and used a tiny pencil light to inspect the point on her calf where she had felt the heat.

She looked around more carefully. She noticed the constant, low humming sound echoing in the room, and the tiny pinpricks of red scattered throughout the walls. She inspected the hole in the fabric of her suit - a small, thin line matching her leg's trajectory. The fabric was frayed at the edges, as if it were burnt. She realized that her suit had saved her, for without it the beam of light would have pierced right through her body.

"Lasers." she spoke into her earpiece. "We must be on the right track."

"You're close." came Iris's reply. "Be careful. Do you have anything to help you avoid the beams?"

Valerie wasn't carrying much equipment, for she preferred to stay light unless she had to. She paused for a second, thinking, when an idea suddenly struck her. She unzipped her suit a little and took out a tiny bottle of perfume by reaching between her breasts. Hawk had given it to her in the truck, right after he had finished helping her put on her suit. "You're sweaty all over. This should help." he had whispered to her while placing the bottle in her cleavage. She had thanked him with a kiss as he had zipped up her suit, the moment sadly cut short by sound of another patrol.

This should do the trick, she thought to herself. She sprayed a little of the perfume in front of her, and indeed, red lines became visible in front of her. She found an opening and deftly bent her body, stepping through the beams. She felt a little pang of sadness at wasting such an expensive perfume before shaking her head. This wasn't the time to worry about that.

She pressed forward, using strategic sprays of the perfume until the next array of crisscrossing lasers. She had much less room to maneuver on this one, and she needed her entire arsenal of acrobatic moves to avoid them. She crawled, twisted, bent over and everything in between as she made her way past the lasers, stopping only to spray some perfume to grant her visibility. She was thankful she was alone in the room, for some of her poses were downright obscene (in a skintight catsuit, no less). She blushed as she imagined what would happen if anyone saw her.

She rocked back to attention when she felt a sudden sting directly across her ass cheeks, followed by a slight sizzling sound. It seemed she hadn't bent over far enough, and a beam had hit the apex of her butt. Shit, she thought. Focus, Valerie. Can't afford to slip up here.

However, in spite of her best efforts, it was impossible to avoid all the lasers. In several places, she had to make strategic choices, choosing to take a hit in order to progress further. Another time, a beam hit her directly across her chest, creating a generous underboob window. She blushed as she surveyed the damage, thankful that at least it was her suit and not her skin that was absorbing the beams.

She lost track of time, going into a flow state as she continued her progress. The painting - her objective - came into view, becoming larger until finally, she stood up, relieved. She had managed to get to her objective without any harm to herself. She allowed herself a moment of relief, sighing contentedly before looking down.

Her suit, however, was a different matter. Lines of exposed skin interrupted the fabric everywhere from head to toe. Most areas, like her arms, midsection and legs, were completely vaporized. Others, like her chest and ass, were only partially covered by small scraps. She realized the fabric must have some natural adhesion, for without it, it would have completely fallen off her skin by now. Using what she knew about the fabric, she pulled off some of the scraps and pasted them on others, creating the best she could under the circumstances - a set of booty shorts and a tube top. While she wouldn't call the outfit modest, at least the top covered most of her upper body. The shorts, on the other hand, felt like they belonged in a rave rather than a mission. They were extremely skimpy, barely covering her ass, and the slits on the side made it clear she wasn't wearing panties underneath. The way they clung to her skin only accentuated..

"Valerie, status." Iris's voice interrupted her musings.

"I've reached the objective." she replied, regaining her focus. "Permission to begin retrieval."