Chapter 1

The catsuit was already halfway up my thighs when I realized I’d rushed it.

I stopped, pulled it back down a little, fixed the fold behind my knee, then tried again. This time it slid the way it was supposed to.

It was tight, too tight. I zipped it up in one pull and rolled my shoulders, feeling the stretch hurt and then ease.

I wore nothing underneath. No panties. No seams, nothing to grab if someone got their hands on me.

I checked the gun. Then again, because my fingers ...