Reluctantly, yes

Hawk had a devious smile on his face as the garment slowly inched down past Valerie's hips. She bit her lip, loathe to give up the item that provided such vital covering to her most private areas. Still, the prospect of losing everything she had worked for in her entire life was too great. She closed her eyes as he slipped it past her hips and slid it down her legs until her panties lay at her feet.

Sheepishly, she stepped out of them, not even daring to look, fearing it would cause her already panicked mind to explode. Hawk quickly scooped the tiny garment into his fist and deposited it in his pocket. He flashed her a confident smile. "The hour is almost over. We should get back separately, so nobody suspects anything" he said.

With that, he turned around and left at a brisk pace, leaving Valerie to slowly make her way back to the test hall. She nervously adjusted her skirt, trying to pull it down as much as possible. She began to walk, each gust of wind reminding her just how bare she under her waist. She could feel passers-by doing a double take as they walked past her, twisting their necks to see how her bare ass cheeks peeked out from under the hem of her dangerously short skirt. She had to walk very carefully, hyper aware of how her ass jiggled with every step. The creamy expanse of her thighs visible until her knee high socks began seemed to attract even more attention to her **** areas.

Due to her slow and deliberate pace, Valerie was one of the last agents back in class. Once again, she felt the gaze of the entire room upon her as she took her seat in the front and center of class. The moment she sat down, she felt her skirt begin to ride up - only this time, there was nothing underneath it to shield her most intimate areas.

The instructor placed a few sheets of paper on her desk, shaking her out of her thoughts. "Please listen carefully. This test has sixty multiple choice questions. Each correct response is worth two points, and each incorrect response deducts a point from your score. Those with a score of sixty points or higher will continue training tomorrow."

"And those who don't?" asked one of the agents in the back.

"You better hope that's not the case. If your score is below sixty points, you will be stripped of your field operative status," casually replied the instructor. "Chief's orders. You have one hour to finish the test. Good luck."

Valerie gulped. This was brutal - cruel, even. She began to read the questions, and her head began to spin. She knew some of the answers, but the prospect of losing points for incorrect answers made everything extra stressful. She marked a few questions she was confident in, then began to doubt herself. She looked at the watch, only to realize fifteen minutes had already passed.

Valerie cursed internally. She had hardly managed to mark a handful of answers. She hadn't even finished reading all the questions. How on earth was she going to do this? There were too many questions she didn't know anything about. She could feel the tears building up under her eyes as her mind almost went into a tailspin.

Deep breaths, Valerie reminded herself. She **** herself to remain calm. She sneaked a look back to where Hawk was sitting. He caught her eye, and smiled. In a subtle motion, he pointed down. She didn't understand. She looked down, mimicking the movement of his head.

She was sitting very carefully, her legs tightly shut together in order to hide her state of dress the best she could. Was he teasing her? She waited a few moments to let the instructor pass by, before looking back once more. Hawk was smiling. He made a pincer-like gesture with his palms, before putting his head down to avoid the instructor's attention. Puzzled, Valerie turned back to her own paper. She looked down, wondering what he could have meant. Then suddenly a wave of understanding washed over her as she finally understood his message.

Valerie leaned back in her chair. Suppressing every instinct in her body, she opened her legs and glanced in between.

Hawk had written the answers on the surface of the chair.

The notation was simple. The two of them had developed this code for a mission together. To anyone not them, it would appear as meaningless scribbles. Quickly, she inscribed the few answers she saw. There were more, but her own skirt and thighs obscured her vision. She knew what she had to do, but the path forward was even more humiliating than anything that had come before.

She adjusted her stance, spreading her legs as wide as she could get away with. Subtly, she hiked her skirt up to almost her midriff, where it no longer stood in the way of her vision. The person directly behind her let out a muffled cough as her completely bare ass came into view. She could feel the agents nearby her twisting their necks to get a better look. She ignored their stares - and her own shame - and quickly began copying the answers into her sheet.

The man right behind her dropped his pen. He bent down under his desk to pick it up, taking an inordinate amount of time. She knew his real motive. He had an eyeful of her bare ass, her lack of panties no longer a mystery. She turned crimson, imagining the kind of sight she was presenting to him. Still, she did nothing to adjust her clothing - instead continuing to fill in the answers.

"That's enough!" shouted the instructor out of nowhere, startling her. She looked up to find him across her desk, staring directly at her.

"Agent Valerie," he said in a voice that made his displeasure very clear. "Stand up, please."

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