The journey to the mission site

Valerie walked the halls of the organization building, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She had her hands firmly at her sides, trying her best to prevent her lab coat from riding up while being as inconspicuous as possible.

She met Hawk at the exit to the helipad. He looked her up and down and complimented her outfit, which made her blush. Had he noticed her lack of underwear? Valerie noticed her nipples poking through the flimsy fabric of the coat, which answered that question for her bra. She could only pray her lack of panties wasn't quite as noticeable. He handed her a badge with a photo of her wearing wide rimmed glasses, along with the glasses in question.

"That's our cover.", he said. "I'm Dr. Smith, and you're Dr. Brown. Iris has added us to the employee list at the lab, which means this is a regular day at work."

Valerie nodded and pinned the badge to her chest. She put on the glasses and tied her hair in a bun. She checked her reflection, and she looked like an unremarkable scientist - above her waist. Below it, though, was a different story. Perhaps she could make up a story about losing a bet, for she couldn't imagine her ensemble being proper work attire. She had no time to think, though. Both of them heard the sound of helicopter blades outside, and left the building to board their transport.

As she neared the helicopter, Valerie yelped as her coat flew up because of the wind. For a moment, she was afraid it would fly completely off her body, but luckily the flimsy buttons held strong and she was able to use her arms to press it against her body. She looked around, realizing that she had definitely flashed anyone in the vicinity, but luckily nobody except Hawk was within viewing distance. They boarded the craft and it lifted off.

Once they were fully airborne, Hawk whispered into her ear from his seat next to hers. "Sooo, is there a reason you're going commando for the mission? I know you like to live dangerously, but..."

Valerie turned red. So he had noticed it. "There was a delay in getting my accounts set up. I-", she began to speak, before hesitating for a moment. Was it okay to tell him? She was conflicted. On one hand, it was embarrassing to admit, but on the other hand, they were in a mission together. He deserved to know the truth.

She let out a sigh, realizing there was no point in hiding anything. "I don't own any clothes at the moment. And because of budget cuts, this" - she gestured to her outfit - "is all that Chief could give me."

Valerie felt a weight lift off her shoulders, even as she felt mortified at admitting her situation. She looked at Hawk nervously, unsure of how he would react to this. Normally, he would torment or tease her in a situation like this. He had gone silent, seemingly thinking. He dove into his backpack, searching for something.

To her surprise, he pulled out a white string bikini bottom. "Here.", he said. "This is for you."

Valerie was speechless. Out of all things, she hadn't been expecting this. "How...", she began to speak.

"...do I have this? Do you remember that volleyball match at the beach?" he interrupted her, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Valerie blushed, remembering exactly what he meant. Not wanting to dwell on the events of that day, she moved to grab the garment from his hand, only for him to move it away.

"Nuh-uh", he teased her. "I get to put it on you."

Valerie blushed furiously, but she couldn't refuse. With a coat this short, that bikini bottom was the difference between saving her modesty and flashing her pussy to nearly everyone she met. She nodded and got up from her seat. Standing in front of Hawk, she nervously regarded him for what he would do next.

Hawk ran his hands along her thigh, tightening the ends of the garter belt before raising her coat ever so slightly. He ran the bikini bottom between her legs, his fingers lightly brushing the inside of her thighs. She bit her lip as she looked away, for she knew she was at his mercy.

To his credit, he didn't take too much advantage of the situation. He simply tied the two ends of the bottom around her waist, securing it. He gave her butt the tiniest of squeezes as he motioned for her to sit down again.

Valerie gratefully complied - and not a moment too soon, for they heard the pilot's announcement.

"We're at the site. This is where I leave you. Agents, good luck."