Surprise Test

The instructor began his lecture, starting a multi-hour presentation on infiltration, surveillance, firearms, disguises and a litany of other subjects. The combination of familiarity with the topics, and her anxiety about being exposed meant Valerie found it very hard to focus on what was being said. She could feel everyone sneaking glances at her, all while her skirt seemingly wanted to do anything but stay in place. Due to how short it was, the garment kept riding up, exposing her nearly bare ass to anyone who cared to look.

As time went on, Valerie became more and more flustered, hardly able to concentrate on the lesson. She fidgeted with her outfit, trying to discreetly adjust her skirt. Suddenly, she heard her name being called.

"Agent Valerie", said the instructor. "Perhaps you can enlighten us about the advancements in counter-surveillance techniques in the past decade."

Valerie was taken off guard, not expecting the question. Flustered, she stumbled upon her words and was unable to answer, her words getting stuck in her mouth. The instructor glared at her, while the other students took the opportunity to stare at her body.

"Perhaps if you paid more attention to the subject at hand and not on your excuse for an...outfit, you wouldn't be in this situation," the instructor remarked snidely.

Valerie felt like she could sink into the ground in that moment. She took her hands off her skirt (which was almost at waist height) and stared right at the blackboard. She wished the lecture would be over soon.

After long last, the instructor announced a break. "We'll take a small break, after which there will be a test covering everything you just learned. If you pass, you get to proceed to the next stage of training. If not, well..." he said, trailing off. He dismissed the class, asking them to return to the room in an hour.

The agents began to slowly file out of the room, some of them getting a cup of coffee while others going to grab a quick snack. Valerie was one of the last to leave, for she was panicking internally. She had not been focused on the class, and now she was expected to give a test. She could feel that the instructor had it in for her. She knew he would love nothing more than to humiliate her in front of the others.

This wasn't good. Her body was shaking with nerves. How could she possibly pass this test?

"Um, you okay?" said a familiar voice. Her reverie interrupted, she looked up to find Hawk standing in front of her.

That's right, she thought. Chief's memo concerned all agents - meaning he was in the class too. "I'm okay," she said, forcing a fake smile that lacked any feeling behind it.

"Come on," he said, smiling. "Let's stretch our legs a little. You look like a bit of fresh air will do you good."

She followed him, more to get out of the suffocating room than anything else. He began to make small talk, asking her about the subjects discussed in the course. There was a pause where he expectantly looked at Valerie, wondering if she would continue the conversation. She was so tense and nervous that she ended up spitting out everything that was on her mind.

"Hawk, I don't think I can do this," she blurted out. "I have no idea what he talked about in class. I don't have money, clothes or a place to live. If I fail this test, what am I going to do?" She felt like she would cry.

"It's going to be all right," he said reassuringly. As they had walked, the two of them had ended up in the gardens outside HQ. He led her to a secluded space behind some trees, looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Hawk, what are you doing?" Valerie asked. "We have to be back in time..."

He put a finger to her mouth, shushing her. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered what he was planning. "I can help you in the test," he said.

"You'll help me cheat the test?" she inquired.

"Something stinks about this whole thing. Chief announces this whole training program out of nowhere, then doesn't appear in any briefings for days? I don't have a good feeling about this..." he said, deep in thought. "Once this program is over, I'll start digging into what's really going on - and I think I'll need your help."

Valerie understood his gambit. In exchange for helping her with the test, he wanted her cooperation for whatever scheme he had planned. She bit her lip, unsure of how to reply.

"I can see you're hesitating," he said. "I've made my offer - you can take it or leave it. Of course, to seal the deal, I require something that shows I have your full cooperation..." his words trailed into a mischievous smile - one she was all too familiar with.

His hands coiled around her waist, and she gasped at his sudden touch. He reached under her skirt and found the waistband of her panties. He began to tug them downward, staring directly into her eyes. As the garment reached the apex of her ass, she finally understood what he meant.

If she let him take her panties, she was agreeing to his plan in exchange for his help in the exam. If she stopped him, then she was on her own.

Her ordeal in the class flashed back in her mind. There was no way she would be able to hide her lack of panties from the class when she sat down. Acceptance here meant likely humiliation in the future. But did she have a choice? If she failed the test, she would lose everything she had.

Her panties were almost past her hips now. Soon they would be past the point of no return, which meant there was no more time left to think. Was she willing to sacrifice a little modesty for a chance to keep her career?

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