No way!

“No,” Ava said firmly, looking Sara in the eyes, “Absolutely not.”

It was hard to sound like she had any authority when she was squirming with one arm over her chest, and one hand covering her pussy.

She shifted, shuffling behind one of the consoles, putting it between the Legends and herself. Quickly, she crouched. Great, even less dignified, but at least they could only see her head.

“You’re going to call the Bureau, and let me go,” Ava said. “No conditions.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands down there,” Sara said.

Damn it, she was enjoying this. Ava gritted her teeth, made an X with her arms over her chest to do what she could to hide as much as possible of both her boobs, and stood up to glare.

And in doing so, misjudged the height of the console and showed an unobstructed view of her pussy to the Waverider’s crew. It took her a moment to realise, and crouch just slightly.

Still, at least now she was tall enough to make an effort to seem imposing.

If she wasn’t so very naked. Ava found herself going red, doing even less to help her reputation.

“You can’t just keep me prisoner here,” Ava said.

“Who said anything about prisoner?” Sara said. “You came to us. And if you want to leave, you can. 30s Hollywood is right outside, be my guest. I’m sure you can switch careers easy.”

Ava squirmed, arms awkwardly shifting as she tried to conceal as much as possible.

If anything she felt even more naked the way the Legends, especially Mick and Sara, were eyeing her.

“Or you could hang around,” Sara said. “I don’t mind you nearly as much when you’re like this. You can be a new decoration for the bridge.”

Sara paused; a smile crossed her face. She glanced up.

“Gideon,” she said, addressing the timeship’s governing artificial intelligence. “Make sure to lock any doors that might lead to clothes when Miss Sharpe here’s going by, ok?”

“Yes Miss Lance,” the AI chimed.

She couldn’t be serious. Ava shifted, expression incredulous for a brief moment before it shifted back to embarrassment as Sara spoke.

“Oh, and price has gone up,” Sara said. “If you want us to make the call, I want to see that pussy of yours along with your tits. Or keep hanging out here, up to you.”

Ava couldn’t recall feeling so powerless. It wasn’t as though she could fight them either; she knew she was about on par with Sara, but with the others there, and with the fact she’d have to expose herself to use her arms…

Ava stared pleadingly at her not-yet girlfriend, and saw only a mildly sadistic amusement in Sara’s eyes.