First Class

You arrive at the agency gymnasium to see Trish and Anna already suited up and beginning the self defense training. They are both wearing tiny blue shorts which are more like hot pants and display the lovely lower curves of their asses, and tight fitting halter tops that display their deep cleavages and leave their flat stomachs bare.

As you enter Trish is sitting astride Anna, trying to pin her arms above her head. You walk closer, smiling as their ample bosoms jiggle and jostle in their efforts to fight each other. They are so vigorous that you are sure on their tits will pop out of it's constraints at any moment.

"Hello ladies," you say with a wide grin as you watch their crotches grinding together. This is going to be a most interesting self defense lesson.

The sound of your voice distracts Anna enough for Trish to finally capture her wrist and pin her to the padded floor.

"Good fight," says Trish, helping her defeated opponent to her feet, "Okay Agent Bond you're next. We'll give Agent Hooters a moment to catch her breath and then the two of you can go."