Chapter 4 by Rowenar

Can May go on with the meeting?

She has to; business is business

May stood stock-still for a long few seconds, stiff.

A good CO had to keep the respect of her subordinate officers, no matter what. They couldn't see her panic, couldn't see how flustered she was.

In the middle of a mission, they had to see her as an authority, not imagine how she looked when she was afraid and embarassed and-

Naked, oh god she was naked, everyone was seeeing her-

No. Breathe in. Breathe out. May stayed standing straight, arms trying to cover the front of her body. Despite her panic she managed to keep her expression mostly stoic.

Ok, focus. Pretend nothing's amiss, deal with it later.

"We're dealing with a suspected offshoot of the Watchdogs," May said, as though she hadn't just spent almost half a minute staring ahead and worrying about her nudity. "The connection is speculation: the danger is not. Whatever they are, they are armed with black market goods we can trace back to a military shipment that vanished last week. If you look-"

She faltered, uncharacteristically. Next slide, she needed the next slide.

She couldn't click without moving one hand to the mouse. With one arm over one boob and her pussy, and the other hiding the other side of her chest, there was no way to do that without exposing herself.

And her team was already staring at her. She hoped they were at least taking in the briefing, not obsessing over their CO's inexplicable nakedness.

Oh god, they knew what her naked body looked like, they all-

No. Focus. May swallowed, and moved her left hand to the mouse quickly, flashing one of her tits to the room. She covered herself again as soon as she could.

There was no question they'd seen.

Breathe in, breathe it. Keep it together.

"I-if you look at this satellite imagery..." May began, internally cringing at the momentary stutter.