Security Protocol

"I'll need to record the incident, as part of protocol..." the guard began. He sat down at his desk and opened up a window on his computer. "Let's start with the incident report - you tell me what happened and I'll write it down. Then I'll take some pictures and file the report, and then I'll unlock the door for you."

Gloria's eyes widened in alarm. "P-pictures? Report?", she stammered. She almost dropped the box she was holding around her naked body due to panic.

"Standard procedure, I'm sure you're aware..." he replied, the words coming out practically on autopilot. "Since you work here, the incident file I make will be linked to your employee account."

Gloria was frozen in shock at the implications of what he had said. Her employee record would forever have this incident. All her superiors would think she was a degenerate exhibitionist. Would they ever look at her the same way? She might as well kiss goodbye to any respect she had fought so hard to earn.

"Um, anyone there?" the guard said, after more than a minute of shocked silence. "You do work here, right?" he asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Yes!" Gloria almost screamed. Her legs shook and her thighs quivered as she tried to figure out how to get out of this mess. She cursed the moment she had laid eyes on Agent Valerie.

"Look, is the report necessary?" she asked, laughing nervously. "I just had a little accident. I just need my clothes..."

"Are you suggesting that I ignore OPSec protocol?" he demanded.

"No, no!" Gloria hastily replied back. "Just - please. Can you make the report once I have my clothes back? It's cold..." she pouted, making her best puppy dog eyes at him.

The guard thought about it, then finally replied. "Fine. But first, I'll need to check you for weapons."

"W-weapons?" Gloria replied, dumbfounded. The idea she could be hiding weapons seemed absurd to her. Did he see that she was-

"Get rid of the box," the guard ordered. "I need to confiscate it as evidence."

"B-but I'm naked underneath!" she protested.

"If you want, I can start writing the report..." he retorted.

Gloria huffed angrily, but realized that he held all the cards in this situation. Defiantly, she let go of the box, letting it drop to the ground and stepping out of it. She quickly covered herself with her hands, while he picked up the cardboard and folded it, before stowing it away on a shelf.

"No visible weapons..." the man said, his eyes lingering on her intimate areas. "Now, turn around and put your hands where I can see 'em."

Gloria complied, although she wasn't happy about it. She turned around and stood facing the wall, her palms flat on the surface. She felt him crouch behind, his face inches away from her exposed rear. To her shock, he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them out, making her gasp in shock.

"No concealed weapons," he stated, matter-of-factly. "Now, lead the way to where your clothes are."

Gloria was red from a mix of outrage and shame. This whole place is full of perverts, she decided. But then, an errant thought appeared in her head. She was the one roaming naked in the office, trying to photograph others - wasn't she a pervert too?

Wrestling with her own thoughts, she offered no retort, instead marching forward in a huff. While she walked, she could feel the man's gaze burning into her backside. He was no doubt imagining all kinds of disgusting things.

In a short while, the two arrived at the closet. The guard unlocked the door for her, then said "I'll wait outside. Get dressed, then we'll go back to my office for the report."

Without a word, Gloria ducked inside the room. She retrieved her clothes - only the blouse and skirt, for the rest had been destroyed by Iris and Hawk. She began to put them on, then paused.

It had been a long day. Wasn't she allowed to have some fun?

Gloria opened the door from the inside. The man was taken aback when he saw that she was still naked - and this time, she wasn't doing anything to cover herself. "Wha-" he began to say, but she grabbed him by his collar and pulled him inside.

She would get dressed, eventually - but not now.

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