Debriefing is cancelled

Valerie lay blissfully asleep. All the stress of the mission was but a distant memory. Her head rested on Hawk's lap, and in that moment, she didn't have a care in the world. She felt him shake her shoulder gently. She resisted the call to leave the world of dreams.

"We're about to land," the pilot's announcement pierced through the darkness. She startled awake and looked straight at the pilot, who had his head turned around to look at her. Her own eyes followed where he was looking, and her gaze moved downward towards her own body. She saw her round, perky breasts sway gently along with the motion of the helicopter, and she felt Hawk's seed dripping out of her pussy.

I'm naked!, she thought. The fog in her mind lifted. Blood rushed to her cheeks and the memories of the mission came flooding back. Thankfully, Hawk had undone her bonds once she had passed out after her rather intense climax. She sat up, crossing her legs and covering her boobs with both her hands.

Valerie saw HQ from above as the helicopter began its descent. She felt a surge of panic. She had to tell Chief about the AI and about Dawson's plan. She had to convince him of the danger it posed to the entire Organization. But that would mean-

"I have to talk to Chief," she exclaimed, looking at Hawk sitting next to her. "Can you-"

"About that," he replied, looking perplexed himself. "Chief cancelled the mission debrief. We can submit our mission report via email, and we're free to go once we land."

"That's strange," remarked Valerie. In her entire career, Chief had never cancelled a post-mission debrief. "Something isn't right," she said to Hawk. She had a bad feeling about this. Hawk shrugged his shoulders, agreeing but clearly not as concerned as she was. The chopper began to land, and the conversation quietened down for a bit. Once they were on the ground, he waited on her to get out of the aircraft, but Valerie hesitated.

"Hawk, I-," she bit her lip. "I can't go out like this. I'm-I'm not wearing anything."

"Oh. Right." he replied, as if it hadn't occurred to him. He paused for a moment, thinking. "I got an idea," he said, the edges of his mouth curling into a mischievous smile.

Valerie knew all too well that smile meant trouble. "What are you-" she began, then squealed lightly as he grabbed her and lifted her off her seat. He took the ropes that were lying on the ground - the same ones that were binding her not too long ago - and wrapped one of them around her chest, tying a knot once he was finished. He repeated the process near her hips, fashioning a makeshift miniskirt.

"There you go," he said. "That should last you till you get to Iris's place."

Valerie looked down at herself. Her boobs threatened to spill out from both above and below her "top". Her "skirt" wasn't much better, starting low and barely covering her butt. She would have protested, but she saw the pilot staring impatiently at her. They needed to leave, now.

Reluctantly, she exited the helicopter. She was used to heading straight to mission control for a debriefing, so walking back to Iris's felt strangely awkward. She hopped off the chopper and began walking briskly, avoiding the stares of the landing crew. She knew they were all looking at her body, for her "outfit" did very little to hide it.

Thankfully, none of them addressed her directly. She slipped away from the helipad and walked across the campus grounds to the backdoor of the HQ building. Soon, she would enter the merciful elevator which would take her to Iris's floor and her ordeal would be finished.

She was about to enter the building when a nearby voice interrupted her.

"Pssst...Valerie," said someone right behind her.

She spun towards the noise, and what she saw made her eyes go wide in shock.

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