Black Cat on display...

"Oh no," Johnny suddenly stopped laughing and pointed his gun at Black Cat, though his wicked smile remained. "I don't want you covering anything."

Slowly, with pained reluctance Black Cat released her clenched hands from her quivering breasts and bare crotch. She cringed, adverting her eyes as she was oogled up and down by the men. Her breasts stood at attention for them, her taunt body flexing and jiggling with every movement.

"There." She said at last, though much of the fire had gone from her voice. "You can see, no wire right? Now can I get my clothes back?"

"Not so fast." Johnny wagged a finger with his free hand, the other pointing the gun at her. "There's still plenty of places you could be hiding a recorder..."