Eliza Green, registration number 22416, strode quietly through the halls of the Pentagon. Her tall heels clacked softly against the tiles floored hallways as she made her way unobtrusively towards the elevator. Her knee-length green skirt swished across her pantyhose softly underneath the white blouse and green jacket she wore as part of her "Civvies". After all, one such as her should be hard to spot. As she stepped into the elevator she sighed softly and took the hornrim glasses off her face, her pale blue eyes refocusing as her eyes resumed their natural state. She let the bun from her hair, her long hair hanging in two tight ponytails down her back, reaching her ass easilly.<br/><br/>"God I love this part" She breathes out as she unbuttons her shirt and slips it off, then steps out of her skirt. With a slight grin she pops the clasp of her bra, freeing the small tits within, her pert nipples already hard. Her panties and hose soon follow. For several long moments she luxuriates in her nudity, well aware that the door might open at -any- moment, someone might see her completely naked. Then she reaches down to her slit and strokes her slick petals softly before retrieving her suit-case from withing her slick channel. She slips the egg free of her sex and opens it, drawing out her black and blue skintight suit and slips it on slowly, silently hoping the door would open.<br/><br/>Sadly it never did. And once her suit was fit snugly to her form she let herself go. Her bust filled out to it's normal 32C, her arms and legs gained a bit more definition, and her ass filled out to it's perfect proportions. She sighed softly and opened the tiny egg again, then stuffed her "civvies" into it and pocketed it. With a grin she pressed the panel's catch, and turned a small dial, putting in a precise sequence of numbers. She smiled again to herself, then shook her head. It was time for work... And as the elevator descended, she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together in desperation.