Just regular sparring. With an audience.

Face scarlet, Wanda tried to stay behind Natasha; but she wasn't having any of it.

"You know the way to the gym, why are you following me?" Natasha said.

Squeaking, Wanda obeyed the implication, moving ahead of Natasha and biting her lip to stop squealing again. She could almost feel the spy's eyes on her ass.

And then they passed by another member of staff; Wanda stiffened, and just about managed to avoid covering herself, hurrying past.

She could only guess at what Natasha had in mind; she hoped Natasha had at least been honest about her motives, embarrassing as they were. If it was just about making her focus when she was in battle rather than worrying about her modesty, then hopefully she could bluff her way through it and get her clothes back.

Just so long as she didn't disappoint Nat. Wanda swallowed.

And then they made it down to the gym, Wanda walking through the doors first, and then immediately shrieking when she saw what was inside.

It was full of people! Instinctively she crossed her arms over her chest, then quickly lowered one hand. What the hell was-

"Oh, didn't I tell you I was teaching some potential agents today?" Natasha said, close enough to Wanda's ear that she jumped. "It's not a problem is it?"

Wanda squeaked. She'd given up wondering whether Nat was serious; it always seemed she was. Natasha seriously expected her to walk naked past them, to let that many people see her tits, or her-

"N-no!" Wanda squeaked.

"Well go on," Natasha said.

Wanda faltered. Oh god, first she had to even get to the padded mats. Which meant-

She stumbled forwards, reluctantly lowering her arms in full knowledge of what Natasha would say otherwise. At least there was a straight path, they'd kept the route from the door clear, it was just...

It was just that she was stark naked, and every single one of them was getting an unobstructed view of her ass. The one thing she did to cover herself was keep her hands over her pussy though; that was one sight she had to keep private.

How much did Nat want from her?!

Oh god, and they could see her chest too; she quickened, hurrying to the front of the crowd, or rather trying to.

"Excuse me, young lady, are you ok?" an old, white-haired man said.

She squeaked; she'd been trying to ignore everyone, focus just on getting to the mats, not-

"F-fine!" Wanda lied, flushing.

Wait, had Nat said they were potential agents, he didn't exactly look... in his prime.

"Um, who- why are you h-here?" Wanda said.

She **** herself to stop moving, though she still fidgeted on the spot.

"A lot of us observers were invited," he said, "Lee sports equipment, making sure we're up to date."

Wanda nodded, eyes widening, before hastily moving on from the white-haired man. Oh god, so it wasn't just agents, she didn't even want to think about how many people Natasha would have been 'demonstrating' too. Apparently this was more than just sparring.

In the past ten seconds more people had seen her tits than in her entire life before today. Her cheeks burned as she made it to the pads, far too aware that she was the centre of attention.

She couldn't even tell if Natasha's smile was more pleased or amused, as the other woman made it up. Wanda nervously kept her hands over her pussy, unable to keep the note of pleading from her eyes.

Was there even any point in getting her clothes back now?! It felt like everyone had already seen everything.

"Now," Natasha said. "To start..."