Her pants

Trixie suddenly remembered the minor detail she had forgotten, that being her lack of proper bottoms. She nervously rubbed her hands along her thighs, trying fruitlessly to pull her military camo panties down further on her legs. "Well, about that. When they started rounding people up, I was able to hide in my office for a while. And after a while, I got a little, well, bored. One thing led to another, and I ended up... let's say relieving the built-up stress of the experience.

"Of course, it was that of all times that those bitches decided to try getting into my room. I jumped into the vents to get out of there, but unfortunately, I forgot to grab my pants on the way out. I was actually down here trying to find any spare clothes we might have, but, as you can see, I didn't have much luck."

Panty Raider bent down to look at Trixie's choice in underwear, sticking out her spacious rear and causing Trixie to blush. "Um, Roy- I mean, superhero lady, what are you doing?"

"Yeah, yeah this could work." She jolted up, startling Trixie, before shouting, "Citizen? How would you like to aid me in my quest to rid this world of evil?"

"Wait, you want me to help you? As in, go back inside where all the crazy stripping ladies are to potentially lose the rest of my clothes?" She had just been planning to show Roya to one of the rooms and then get out while all of the hazmat girls were busy trying to catch her, she never wanted to go back inside when she was so close to escaping.

"Essentially."

Trixie just stared back at her naked boss, dumbfounded. It suddenly dawned on her just what was happening; she was in her workplace bottomless, her boss was standing in front of her completely naked except for a pair of panties on her face, and now she was being asked by said boss to become an underdressed vigilante with her. She knew that Roya was, let's say eccentric, but she had no idea just how many loose screws were bouncing around in her head. "No offense, but are you nuts? There have to be at least a hundred people in there, and three times as many people who you want to get out of here. I'm not risking my dignity any further, no thank you."

Roya put her arm around her underling's shoulders. "Come on, those are your sisters in arms out there. Your friends. They've been through a lot worse than you today; you owe them your help."

"Not a chance. I'm not taking off any more of my clothes here today. I just want to get home, take a long shower, finish what I started in my office, and do my best to forget this day ever happened."

Roya grimaced, but then smiled a wicked smile. "You know, that name Roya is starting to ring a bell. I think I might know her; scratch that, I definitely know her. And I don't think she'd be very happy to hear that you left your coworkers out to dry like this."

Trixie's heart sank. "You mean... I should consider this an order from my boss?"

"If that motivates you, then yes."

Trixie clenched her fists. "Fine." She grumbled. "If you're gonna go through to the front, you're better off going through the air ducts and sneaking everyone out through those. It'll take a while, but it will be a lot safer than just fighting your way through all of the agents on the main floor."

"Thanks, partner. Now, let's go dispense justice." She started marching proudly before suddenly stopping in her tracks. Trixie bumped into her boss's copious rear end before falling on her panty-clad butt on the cold ground. Turning around, Panty Raider looked down and said, "I just realized. If you're going to be my sidekick, you're going to need a superhero name."

"I am NOT your sidekick." Trixie protested, but the naked heroine ignored her.

"Now, let's see. What's a good name for you? The Flasher? No, that could be copyrighted. The Thigh Master. No. Hmmm... oh, I got it!" She pointed to Trixie and said, "Your name will be Commando!"

Trixie cocked her head. "Why Commando?"

Roya pointed to her underwear. "It's the perfect name for someone with that taste in clothes." Trixie just crossed her legs and covered herself with her hands.

"Okay, then Commando, my ward. Let's go; we have a date with Destiny. And we'll be dining on a fresh plate of Justice." Before Trixie could unpack that metaphor, Roya headed right into...