Elevator problems

As the elevator arrived at Shepard’s cabin, the doors started to open, before slamming shut.

“What the hell?” Miranda said.

The sound of static filled the air, and Miranda looked around, confused.

“Hey, Cheerleader!” Kasumi’s voice filled the elevator.

“What the-? Why did you stop the elevator, where the hell are you?” Miranda asked.

“I think the more important question is, how did you not notice the adjustments I made to your outfit?” Kasumi asked.

Miranda looked down, and saw she was wearing nothing but lingerie. She screamed, then attempted to cover herself up, and turned her knees inward.

“You bitch!” She shouted out at Kasumi, “When I get my hands on you, I swear, I’ll-“

“Oh, you want to face me? Okay.” Kasumi said.

Miranda winced as she felt the elevator jolt. Her face burning red as she thought of what **** she would take on Kasumi. This anger was soon replaced by fear, as she noticed the elevator was about to stop on the CIC level.

She laughed, sheepishly. “I don’t suppose we could talk this over somewhere else? Kasumi?”

The only response Miranda got was the sound of the elevator doors opening. When the doors opened, Miranda froze. Most of the crew looked over at the elevator, and started murmuring.

“What’s going on?” Shepard asked, as she turned away from the map to see what the ruckus was. She raised her eyebrow when she saw the blushing, paralyzed Miranda standing in the elevator. “You know, I think your usual outfit is revealing enough.”

The crew started laughing at Shepard’s quip, causing Miranda to blush even more.

“Look, Shepard, I can expl-“ Miranda’s explanation was cut short as she was pushed out of the elevator by a still invisible Kasumi. Before she could register what had happened, Kasumi finished the job and snatched away her underwear.

Miranda looked down, and squealed. She was now standing, completely naked, in the CIC room. Her perfect, perky breasts jiggled as she rushed to cover them, but she could barely fit them under her arm. Her free hand shot down to her crotch in an attempt to cover her neatly trimmed bush and exposed pussy.

The crew on deck began to laugh as Miranda shifted around nervously.

Shepard watched her squirm for a moment, then walked up to her and said, “Follow me to my quarters.”

Miranda looked down at her feet, then followed Shepard as they walked to the elevator.

“Oh, and Kasumi?” Shepard said as they got to the elevator.

“Yes, Commander?” Kasumi said, still hiding somewhere in the room.

“I’ll want you to meet us in my cabin in 10 minutes.” Shepard said as she stepped into the elevator.

“Of course, commander.” Kasumi replied.

As Miranda walked into the elevator, she felt a hand strike her rear end.

Kasumi laughed as Miranda squealed, and covered her ass. She then cocked her head, marvelling at the sight of the Cheerleader’s perfect ass.

After the door closed, Kasumi muttered, “Maybe I can get her to tell me how she stays so fit.”