It took a lot of inner strength for Miss Pauling to pull herself off of Snipers dick. She knew that it would be worth it in the end, so after two more thrusts she pried him out of her and walked to the other side of the room.
"So what I want you to do is," Sniper started "walk to the RED intel room and wait there for my signal. Take this Walkie Talkie and I'll let you know when I'm ready." He tossed her a small radio with a mic and she left the room.
Only after getting outside she realised that she hadn't put any clothes on. It was going to be a difficult task getting the intel room without being spotted by any of her coworkers, Scout in particular. This was going to be impossible on her own, as the mercenaries were scattered all across the map. However she knew of one man who would be able to get her there without being seen and she knew he would do it for the right price.
Spy looked up from his magazine. "What do you wa-" he started before the mere sight Miss Pauling's exposed Baloogas stopped his sentence in its tracks. Miss Pauling tried to tell him her plan, but all sound was blocked out by Spy's fascination with the slight jiggle of her juicy lil' melons. "So do you think you can help me?" she finished, but those were the only words Spy could process.
"I'll do anything, but only if I get a whee little squeeze of your big, bold and beautiful Baloogas." Spy begged, beads of sweat rolling down his trademark ski mask.
Deep down Miss Pauling expected him to ask for more. She was almost disappointed, Spy had the perfect body and was always so elegant on the battlefield.
She walked over, making sure the boobers had the most bounce possible. She reached directly in front of him and leant over, tantalisingly dangling them in front his face.
"You have exactly one minute to fondle and do whatever you want with them. Your time starts as soon as your hand touches the boob."
That was all Spy needed to here. His hand shot out as fast as Demoman charging with the tide turner and immediately started to fondle. No square centimetre of breast went untouched.
With 25 seconds left to go he went for the nipple. He pinched and twisted them until they went purple.
"TIMES UP!" Miss Pauling yelled and the spies hands were off. She had started to like it, but ultimately she knew Sniper was waiting and she had to get to the intel room as quickly as possible.
"So what did you want me to do?" Spy asked, struggling to get his breath back.
"I need to get to the RED intel room without any of the other guys seeing me like this." She told him.
"Its not going to be easy, Pyro and Engineer are guarding the outside of the intel room, Demoman and Soldier are practising at the shooting range and Medic and Heavy are playing chess just outside of spawn. I have no idea where Scout and Sniper are, but we can worry about that if it ever comes up."
Spies knowledge of the situation calmed Miss Pauling as she knew she was in capable hands, metaphorically and literally. It crossed her mind that she could have just asked Spy for a spare pair of clothes, but they where already at this point in the plot, so there was no point going back.