Not as many as she'd like

She kept fumbling as she typed, nerves from her nudity making it hard to focus on the keys beneath her hands. Skye muttered a curse, backspacing hastily and typing a corrected line of code.

She didn't even dare squirm in her chair; the balaclava that was all that concealed her pussy was balanced precariously enough on her. The thought of that slipping, displaying her most private part-

No, focus on the code. The sooner she got through this...

After a moment she realised she'd distractedly added a 'tits' to the code. Squeaked she went back, quickly erasing it and praying no one else had seen.

God, it was hard to focus on much else. Members of the Rising Tide were watching her type while stark naked, unable to do anything to cover her chest if she wanted to get this done. She was far too aware of what they could see, and it kept crossing her mind.

Which meant focusing on just the coding proved difficult.

She squealed again, and tried to keep going. The reward was clothes, she told herself; that was what mattered. If she could only get through this...

After far, far too long she eventually hit enter and leant back, breathlessly crossing her arms once more over her chest. It felt pitifully inadequate as cover.

"Got into SHIELD's network," she said. "Tracking signals, GPS, all of that. Look for high concentrations if you want to find potential facilities where your friend might be kept."

Starr moved closer. He tilted his head, eyeing the screen. Skye bit her lip when he turned back to her.

"It's a start," he said. Then he relented, nodding. "Damn good one."

"Can I have something to wear then?" Skye said desperately.

Starr paused. Then after a moment he sighed and pulled off his own jacket, cropping it on her lap.

Gratefully Skye scrambled, pulling it up and finding the arms. She lifted it from her lap-

And squeaked as the motion pushed the ski mask off. She bent forwards, hastily picking it up again and clutching it over her pussy, before hurriedly slipping one arm through the jacket.

Though it wasn't like her arms being bare was her biggest concern. No; as soon as her other arm was through she gripped it tightly closed, at long last hiding her tits from the cool air.

She reached for the bottom, only to find there was nothing.

"Right," Starr muttered, recognising her expression. "Zip's busted, you know the drill."

Right. Skye swallowed. No metal on anything, buckles or zips or wires... It helped avoid risk at metal detectors; Starr always called it the Capone principle. People technically on the wrong side of the law ironically had to be the best at keeping to it, at least most of the time.

If they were suspected, they couldn't afford to be caught on so much as an unpaid parking ticket, and avoiding hassle such as at metal detectors was part of that. Normally Skye wouldn't have minded the preparation.

But now, it meant that while she was at least wearing a jacket, it was one she couldn't do up. She was only even vaguely decent for so long as one hand held it together, keeping it over her chest.

And it didn't do much for the rest of her. While she was seated, the balaclava at least kept her theoretically decent (though her cheeks warmed at how her bare ass felt against the chair), but it hardly felt like anything other than embarrassing.

"Next," Starr said. "What? Do you think we're done. This is just the first step. Looking at this..."

He paused.