She has to give up the painting

Valerie entered the room where the debriefing was taking place. A bunch of techs and operations staff were huddled around several computers, while Chief's silhouette was visible on a giant screen on the wall. She carefully stood in a corner to hide her naked body behind the canvas she was holding. One of the techs began to go over some statistics, but she barely heard him.

Hawk's massage had healed her aches, but the oil he had used had made her skin very sensitive. She felt every tiny waft of air in the room on her body, reminding her of just how **** she was. She knew everyone in the room was sneaking glances at her whenever they could. She wasn't technically exposed, but her nudity wasn't a secret. She prayed the meeting would soon be over. She wanted to run to Iris's shower and use that shower head. The things she would do...

Chief's voice shook her out of her trance. "Agent Valerie? Please place the painting on the table for the experts to examine."

She gulped. "B-b-but," she stammered, her voice barely a squeak.

"I'm sorry Agent, I didn't hear you. Is there a problem?" Chief asked.

But if I do that, they'll see all of me. She wanted to say. However, she knew that it was pointless. They needed the painting, and it was better she give it up herself rather than someone snatching it away from her.

She walked carefully to the table in the center of the room, trying to hold it close to herself to avoid giving everyone an eyeful of herself. She could see - and in some cases, hear - the techs' eyes popping out of their eye sockets as she made her way to the table. Even though it was only a few steps, it felt like a mile.

She took a deep breath and set the painting down on the table. She heard someone fall out of their chair, and turned a bright shade of crimson. She crossed her legs, covering her crotch with one hand while her other arm tried its best to hide her ample chest.

A couple of guys in lab coats appeared and took the painting away. An operations analyst started to go over some of his observations, all the while she stood frozen in place. Her shame had paralyzed her, for her mind was imagining a scenario where Chief made her stand on the table and spin around, before ordering her to masturbate in front of everyone. Then one of the techs climbed on the table and took out his...

"That will be all, then. Good work everyone." Chief finished, indicating the meeting was over.

The room began to slowly empty, although everyone seemed to be taking their sweet time to pack up. Valerie decided the best course of action was to leave, and began to turn.

"Not you, Valerie. I need a word." Chief said, pointedly.

That got the people moving. In a few moments, she was alone in the room with only Chief's silhouette on the TV as company.

Valerie couldn't help but shiver, wondering what she was about to hear.

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