Chapter 6 by Rowenar

What does Skye do?

Help, in return for clothes

"L-listen," Skye said, fidgeting awkwardly. "I- I can't work like this."

"Your hands are free," Starr said. "They're all we need. I told you, we're not going dress shopping when SHIELD's on our tail."

"Then don't," Skye said. "You've got your jacket, give me something, please!"

She couldn't stop a whimper getting out. She shifted again, cheeks burning at her exposure.

Starr eyed her, making her glance down and make sure her legs were crossed. Oh god, there was barely anything stopping them from seeing- well, everything.

"Fine," he said after a moment. A second later he threw the ski mask he'd been using to cover his face at her. "More if you do well."

"What?!" Skye squeaked. "What am I meant to do with-"

"I really don't care," Starr said. "You're here because we need your skills, if you aren't going to help why should we waste time?"

She faltered, hands shifting up to her shoulders as her forearms stayed crossed over her chest. She stared pleadingly up at Starr, then the woman behind him.

Neither so much as blinked at the nude woman. Skye squeaked, then fidgeted again; she moved one arm to pick up the balaclava and positioned it on her lap, uncrossing her legs.

Great, now her sole item of clothing was a ski mask over her pussy. If she opened her legs, shifted too much and it'd fall away and they'd see-

No, don't think about that. Skye squeaked.

"Fine," Skye said. "If I help, will you give me your jacket? There's no way that's bugged, you can let me wear it. P-please."

"If you prove your worth," Starr said.

He opened the laptop, turning it to face her. Skye whimpered, but nodded.

She did still want to help the Rising Tide, even if her view of SHIELD was more... complicated. And she definitely wanted more to wear, so this should have been a no-brainer.

That didn't stop her squeaking nervously as she reached out with her arms to type, and bared her tits to the room.