She put on her new suit

With little time to waste, Valerie hastily made her way to the locker room. Her scandalous schoolgirl outfit caught plenty of stares, and she was certain she heard murmurings as she dashed past several of her coworkers.

She felt suspicion creep inside her mind. Had it been one of them who had reported her to Gloria? She could feel their stares on her body - on the way her blouse barely contained her heaving, full breasts and on the way her miniskirt swished in the air with every step, giving them tantalizing glimpses of her bare bottom underneath. She could feel the barely contained lust contained within those stares, but that wasn't the only emotion: she also sensed jealousy from others. Perhaps it was one of those envious women who wished for her downfall, and had reported her to Chief...

Valerie shook her head. Her whole career was at stake, and she couldn't afford to be late. She would deal with gossiping coworkers later. In this moment, all that mattered was passing the next test.

She arrived at the locker room, which was mercifully empty. She stripped off the flimsy schoolgirl clothes and keyed in the combination to her locker, eager to wear something with real coverage. Her eyes lit up as she saw what Gloria had promised her.

Valerie pulled out a sleek black catsuit from the locker, inspecting it in the light. It was made out of interlocking squares of a shiny, stretchy fabric. The seams along the squares didn't appear to be stitched - instead, they had been pressed together under pressure. It must be to reduce the weight of the suit, she guessed.

She put on the suit, wiggling her body to fit. It molded to her form perfectly: clinging to her breasts and accentuating their shape, dipping at her waist before following the swell of her hips. The neckline was strategically cut to enhance rather than conceal her cleavage, showing just enough to be enticing while still providing support to her ample chest.

The material stretched taut across each of her round and firm ass cheeks in a way that left very little to the imagination. At the right angle, you could even make out the faint outline of her pussy lips pressing against the tight fabric. Combined with how the fabric stuck to her toned back before tapering off at the neck, it was hard to choose between which view was superior: the front or the back.

Despite the urgency, Valerie couldn't help but spend a couple of minutes admiring herself in the mirror. She looked like the ideal spy: sexy, alluring yet deadly.

She mentally thanked Gloria for the gift, and headed outside to where the physical test was waiting for her.

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