She asked Hawk for help

Valerie sighed as she realized her struggle with the suit wasn't leading her anywhere. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed to put her pride aside and ask Hawk for help. He was bigger and stronger than her.

"Uh, Hawk?", she timidly squeaked. "Please turn around."

Hawk turned around, and she couldn't help but wince slightly. She hated asking him for help, but she had ****. While the loosely hanging suit was covering her front, it was far too open from her back for her to close it herself. At least her bra and panties covered her private parts, she thought.

"I-I need your help.", she said, her shoulders slumping. "The zipper broke, and I can't get into the suit."

He kept a serious expression, even as his eyes betrayed a tiny amount of amusement. She felt herself turning red as he approached her. "I'll help.", he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. She held her breath.

She let out a tiny yelp as he spun her around, turning her so that her back was facing him. "I see the problem.", he said.

"W-what is it?", she asked. She had a feeling she wouldn't like the answer.

"This suit is skintight, isn't it?", he said, running his hands along her waist, causing her to shiver slightly.

"Yes.", she replied nervously. She had chosen a small, strapless number for her bra for precisely this reason. She had hoped to keep it on underneath her suit.

"It's meant to be worn without underwear. Here, I'll help you."

"Wha-"

She gasped in surprise as he unlatched her bra. Before she could react, he brought his hands to her front, cupping her breasts. Her heartbeat became quicker as jiggled her bra free, playing subtly with her boobs and pinching her nipples. She felt a pang of disappointment when he peeled it away and threw it in the open bag. Clearly, wearing it wasn't meant to be for her.

He straightened her sleeves and tightened the fabric over her top, securing the clasp at the back of her neck. She could see why the bra was making things difficult. The suit was extremely snug - she could see the exact outline of her boobs as it hugged her chest. Her erect nipples threatened to poke through the thin film of fabric.

He ran a finger over her back as he moved downward. "The zipper's messed up, doubt I can do much about that.", he whispered, tracing patterns on her back. She could only gasp in response, her rational mind beginning to lose its grip over her. She felt her panties becoming damp.

His gaze went lower, at her exposed ass poking out of the suit. "Let's see about the other problem.", he said, his voice trailing away. Valerie held her breath as she felt his touch on her behind, her mind equal parts fear and anticipation.

He grabbed her ass and tried to squeeze it inside the suit. The **** he applied caused her to bend over. She let out a yelp, biting her lip and using the wall to support herself as he wrestled against her suit.

After a few minutes of struggle, he stopped. Gasping for air, she was thankful for the respite - her ass cheeks were red from all his grabbing and squeezing, and yet she was no closer to getting inside the suit. To make matters worse, she was very wet between her legs. She closed her eyes, praying he hadn't noticed.

"There's no other way. These panties need to go."

His words and their meaning didn't fully register in her mind, which was still racing from being bent over and groped. She whimpered as she felt his mouth come into contact with the skin of her waist. He lifted the thin strip of fabric at her waist with his fingers, using his teeth to rip the waistband of her panties on her left side.

It was then that she fully understood what he was going to do. A small voice in the back of her head tried to object, but to no avail. She meekly quivered as he held her in place, moving his mouth to her right side. She let him repeat what he did before, leaving her ripped panties hanging free in between her body and the suit.

"Just gotta take them off now.", he whispered in her ear.

She felt paralyzed, unable to do anything except letting him have his way. She kept her eyes closed, nodding meekly as she gave him permission.

He ran his palm over the small of her back, going lower until his fingers were between the groove of her ass cheeks. Her breathing became shallower as his hand slipped underneath the suit. She couldn't help but widen her stance, bending over further as his fingers brushed against her waiting pussy.

A low moan left her mouth.

"Did you say something?", he asked, his voice a low whisper.