She didn't have to, thanks to something unexpected

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Unlike the last time they had clashed, this time Eva had no intention of letting Valerie escape. Her skintight catsuit was fraying on the seams, with a few rips in strategic areas. She ignored the warning signs and strained as hard as she could against the weighted net, eventually ripping a hole through it and climbing out. She ran after Valerie, paying no attention to the warning signs.

Valerie did her best to escape, but was no match for Eva's enhanced speed. She yelped in surprise as her opponent tackled her from behind, pinning her to the ground. She tried to struggle and wiggle free, but to no avail. She couldn't move at all, such was the **** with which Eva was holding her.

"You're going nowhere," Eva growled, when all of a sudden, a strange beeping sound emanated from her chest. Eva's eyes widened in alarm, finally realizing the mistake she had made.

"WARNING: TEMPERATURES ABOVE CRITICAL LEVELS. SHUTTING DOWN," the voice said.

Until this point, Valerie felt like she was being crushed by a truck. Suddenly, the **** holding her lessened dramatically. I can move again, she realized, her confidence rising.

Eva caught her opponent's confident smile, and instantly knew she was in trouble. "Uh oh," she exclaimed. She tried to wrestle Valerie, but was no match for her competitor's skill and experience. In no time at all, Valerie had her opponent in a rear naked ****. "I'm sorry, Eva," she said, before knocking her opponent out cold.

Valerie slipped out from under Eva's **** body and stood up on the ground. As much as she wanted to sigh in relief, she knew it wasn't over yet - not until Eva was still wearing that cursed suit. She inspected her opponent, and found the zipper that held her suit closed under Eva's chin.

In a smooth motion, she unzipped the suit all the way down to right below Eva's bellybutton. She held Eva's limp body up, shrugging the suit off her shoulders. Eva's breasts, no longer restrained, jiggled freely as Valerie took the sleeves off, undressing her up to her waist. Shifting her position, Valerie began to slowly wiggle Eva's lower body out of the skintight suit. As the suit's fabric slid down Eva's body, Valerie eyes widened as she realized that her opponent wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

Eva's suit in her hand, Valerie regarded her **** opponent, who was now as naked as she was. Eva's frame was slightly smaller than hers, but she still had a fine, athletic body. Her chest gently heaved up and down, and she seemed blissfully - innocently - asleep.

Valerie looked at the discarded suit. She had never seen anything like it - it seemed like a marvel of technology. Jim had outdone himself on this one. After all this time, she was tired of being naked. What if...

She put on the suit. It was an extremely tight fit, for it was seemingly made exactly to Eva's proportions. She felt her boobs and ass straining against the fabric, threatening to burst out. She struggled to close the zipper, and ultimately didn't manage to do it all the way - only to about halfway between her shoulders and bellybutton. Still, it was better than absolutely nothing.

Once she was clothed, Valerie decided to tie Eva around a tree so there was no way she could escape. Finally, she took her flask of water and sprinkled a few drops on Eva's face, who groaned, slowly waking up.

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Read the story of Agent Valerie's first mission in "Naked at the Gala!"

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