The Deadly Black Widow

The moon hung high over the elegant New York Mansion as various high-end cars drove through the front gates and up to the facade. The well-dressed occupants exited their vehicles, handed their keys to the valet, and marched into the mansion with enthusiastic expressions. It looked to be a packed house but what could you expect with the Hellfire Club hosting. They were an elite organization lead by several powerful mutants including Sebastián Shaw, Selene, and Emma Frost. The Club was a powerful group that possessed many treasures. The greatest of which was information.

On the roof of the Hellfire Club's Manor stood a single figure, a beautiful woman with fiery red head whose black silk dress complimented her golden, paralyzing stinger firing, armbands. She was Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow. Former Russian operative, former SHIELD agent and current Avenger. She was on an assignment to infiltrate this party and steal the Hellfire Club's detailed files on the criminal underworld. With enough intel on groups like Hydra, The Hand, AIM and various other criminal organization the Avengers could land a sturdy blow to organized crime.

"Alright," Natasha smiled. "Let's begin."

The Black Widow slid down the roof tiles until she made it to the edge. Then she slowed down and gently dropped down, grabbing the leaf gutter before she fell. She was now hanging between two windows out of sight and slightly above an air vent.

'Step 1,' Natasha thought to herself, 'enter the mansion undetected.'

Using her gauntlet, Widow melted the screws off the vent, knocking the cover off. Then with the grace of a ballerina Natasha swung off the gutter, did a flip, and dove headfirst into the vent.

'Step 2: Navigate to the second floor of the West Wing.'

Black Widow crawled through the vents darting through corridors without hesitation. She had memorized the layout of both the mansion's interior and its ventilation system. From her studies Natasha had learned that there was no way path from the vents to the server room. The closest she could get without being detected was in the neighboring wing, so she'd have sneak through part of the party undetected. Hence the black dress. Widow made it to her destination, a vent into the mansion hidden behind an ornate couch. Nat peered out the grate and confirmed that there was just enough space for her to hide and that the couch was, seemingly, unoccupied. Widow broke through the grate and, again using her incredible flexibility, managed to silently crawl into the hidden space undetected.

'That was easy' Natasha thought as she adjusted her hair and smoothed out her dress insuring, she looked like a partygoer instead of a woman who just crawled through the vents. The spy slowly stood up to peek out to survey the party and determine when it was the right time to emerge. 'Step 3: Blend into the Party'

However, when Black Widow peeked out, she was in for a surprise. The guests of the Hellfire Club, both its members and associates, were all gleefully mingling and shmoozing stark naked! Without warning Natasha squealed in an uncharacteristic way. This **** her to quickly duck back down behind the couch before a few nearby party guests turned their heads in response to the odd sound. They saw nothing and went back to their business. Meanwhile the Widow crouched behind the sofa as her mind raced. A naked party! She knew the Hellfire Club were hedonists, but she didn't think they'd invited people over for their sex parties.

The spy took another look. She was in a large common room with wooden walls and an engraved ceiling. On the walls hung portraits of Hellfire Club members in Victorian Dress. Ornate furniture the same style as the one Nat was hiding behind littered the room some occupied by naked party guests. Speaking of which there were at least 20 naked partygoers in the room with her, half male half female. While some chitchatted casually seemingly unbothered by their nudity, others were bolder. A handful of women were sprawled out on couches with their arms and legs spread so everything was visible as some of the men with pervy expressions stared at them. All the partygoers however were all relatively young, healthy, and very attractive It Seemed the Hellfire Club had a type they wanted at this function. A type that Ms. Romanoff certainly fit into. She gritted her teeth at the idea. Natasha needed to sneak through this party undetected and steal that intel. Of course, there was only one way to do that at a naked party.

"Ebat," Natasha cursed in her native tongue. The Black Widow took a deep breath and kicked off her heels and started pulling off her stocking. "Just remember it's for the mission."

Natasha grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled them off her shoulders one by one before slowly pulling down on her dress until gravity took over and pulled the dress the rest of the way to the floor. Widow stepped out of her silk dress leaving her in nothing but her black underwear. After taking a minute to acclimate Natasha reached back and grabbed her bra strap.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," The Widow cried as she unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her ample chest. Her nipples exposed for a moment before her embarrassment **** Natasha to bring her knees up to her chest for cover. Finally came her panties which the redheaded spy painfully peeled off her legs before dropping on the floor with the rest of her clothes. She was now completely naked save for her Stinger Gauntlets the Widow hoped would pass for accessories. Nat stuffed her clothes into the still open vent before closing it. With her heart racing faster than it ever should for a professional spy, Widow peaked over the couch yet again, made sure no one was watching and prepared to come out of hiding. When the moment came Natasha's body moved fasted then her mind and walked out, uncovered, and in all her glory.

"Mmm," Widow stymied a scream. She stood their naked and uncovered in complete shellshock. Her toned body on full display for the partygoers although few of them seemed to take notice of her.

'Step 3: Blend into the Party...naked.'