Valerie ran hurriedly through the HQ corridors, ignoring the stares and surprised looks she got at her scandalous outfit. She would have preferred to be discreet, but she couldn't afford to be late to the first day of training - not when the implication was that her job as a covert operative was on the line. She picked up her pace.
Valerie's destination was "the classroom" - one of the rooms in HQ that the Org often used for training programs and mission briefings. She made it there in the nick of time. Most of her fellow agents were already seated and waiting for the instructor to begin. Their eyes went wide when she made her entrance. Everyone had a reaction: most of the men (and a few of the women) were leering, while the others giggled. The room suddenly became filled with the sound of people whispering amongst each other.
Valerie felt mortified, her cheeks bright red. Her eyes searched for someplace to sit down so she could avoid the gaze of everyone in the room. While she would have liked nothing more to be out of sight of everyone in the back, luck clearly wasn't on her side today. The lone unoccupied seat was right at the front of class, making sure she would be front and center.
The instructor clicked his tongue impatiently - was he displeased at her lateness, or her attire? Valerie realized she would only make things worse if she stood frozen at the door, and hurriedly made her way to the seat in front. When she sat down, her tiny skirt rode up her waist. Her panties were but a tiny string that disappeared inside her crack. She felt the cold plastic of the chair on her cheeks, and she knew everyone behind her had a great view of her bare ass. She could feel her shame growing inside.
"I'm sure you're wondering why you're all here," the instructor began. "Well, there's no gentle way to put it. Recent covert operations have had a staggering rate of failure, unlike any other period in this Organization's history. Chief thinks you're all too soft."
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as everyone looked at each other. The instructor continued, "Now, I would expect all of you to know what makes a good spy - but it seems some of you have forgotten that. Hell, some of you seem to have forgotten what is appropriate to wear in a classroom," he glanced in Valerie's direction - this time pointedly - who gulped nervously. She heard some sounds of stifled chuckles from behind her, which only increased her mortification.
"My job is to make sure you remember how to be a spy again," he said. "I have a week to do it in. Today, we'll focus on theory. Now, I hope you brought something to take notes..."
He turned on his computer and began going over stuff that Valerie had already learned during her years at the academy. Still, she paid close attention to the words, if only to block out the burning gaze of everyone behind her on her own behind.
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