Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled-Chapter 48: Natasha lays down the law

Olga entered the employee common room, feeling a little nostalgic for the few days when it was just her and Natasha.

Now, the common room was full, with women chatting and having breakfast.

Some were in uniform, ready for their shift at the heavy water plant, others were either in their bed clothes, enjoying time until their afternoon and shifts began.

"Olga, come here and sit," called Jennifer, one of the new girls.

Olga approached the table where Jennifer and a couple of other girls sat, her leather uniform creaking.

"You’ve been reassigned to that school detail?" asked Jennifer, dunking an Oreo cookie into a glass of warm milk.

"Yup. Master Zakhrov wants me to oversee security over there, since I’m familiar with the gangs who operate in the area," said Olga.

"Great! That means we’re stuck with Ms. Drill Sergeant with a stick up her ass," sighed Jennifer.

"You were in the Navy before you joined up here right?

Pretty sure Natasha isn’t as bad as some of those naval drill instructors," chuckled Olga, sipping her coffee, and noticing Natasha come up behind Jennifer.

"Come on Olga! You were a Fed! You should know that the Navy got rid of those war movie type drill instructors ages ago! Maybe that’s why the old lady got the shaft," said Jennifer.

"I’d be more careful about saying things like that.

Natasha’s ex CIA, she’s probably seen more shit than all of us put together," said Olga, fighting down the urge to make eye-contact with Natasha, who was standing behind Jennifer with a smirk.

"Listen Olga, she may be your friend, but you’ve got to admit that she’s starting to hit the wall right?

I’m pretty sure if she takes off her corset, she’ll be a saggy mess. Come on! Ask the kid for a promotion, and we’ll be able to git rid of the hag," said Jennifer.

"Ambitious, are we? Let’s say I do that, what’s in it for you? You take my spot?" asked Olga.

"But of course! And then we’ll probably be able to push back against these ridiculous rules and heels," said Jennifer with a grin.

"Tempting, but I think I’ll pass. I actually happen to like these heels," said Olga with a smirk.

"Seriously? I think you’re being chicken-shit," scoffed Jennifer.

Olga let out a chuckle. "You’re new here, so you probably haven’t heard about the Mario incident, have you?" she asked.

Jennifer shook her head, curiosity piqued. "No, what’s that?" she asked.

"A couple of weeks ago, some idiot tried to smuggle a can of heavy water out of that facility you say is a boring job, and let’s just say his head rolled, thanks to Natasha’s blade," said Olga.

"Wait, are you telling me that Miss hard-ass actually cut off a guy’s head?" asked Jennifer.

"Why don’t you ask her yourself?" chuckled Olga, as Natasha drew her combat knives and slid them under Jennifer’s neck.

"You’re attention please," called out Natasha, and the room went silent and tense as the girls saw her standing behind a petrified Jennifer, with the razor-sharp blades of her combat knives just touching her trembling neck.

"Today’s impromptu lesson is how to cleanly decapitate a threat, and this little newbie here with her bitchy mouth is going to be our first volunteer," said Natasha to the apprehensive audience.

"As you can see, the position of the knife blades is directly along the C4-C5 intervertebral disc. This allows you to cut through the neck cleanly without getting blocked by bone," continued Natasha, sheathing her left combat knife, grabbing Jennifer’s hair and forcing her head straight. She came around so that she was now facing Jennifer, with the knife resting lightly against the side of her neck.

"Now, this particular combat knife is titanium alloy and is sharp enough to be able to cut right through this area with a single slash. However, you need to watch out for the back of the chair, or else your blade will get stuck," she said raising her right combat knife and swinging it in an arc, which landed with the tip with a little clearance from the back of Jennifer’s chair.

"Any questions?" asked Natasha, looking around the room.

"Ma’am why not do it from the front instead of the side?" asked Olga, enjoying Jennifer’s squirming.

"Good question, Olga. The reason is that if you do it from the front, you risk embedding the blade in the back of the chair, and you don’t have the same leverage as you do from the side. Slitting just the throat works easily from the front, but if you want to decapitate, you need to do it from the side," said Natasha, as she slowly pulled the blade away from Jennifer’s neck.

"Now, I’m going to warn you girls just once. If you have a problem with the rules, you can go back to the shit you were doing before you joined up. But, if you think that you can play politics and get the rules changed, then you are welcome to try fighting this old hag who’s past her prime. And the price for losing, is I collect your head. Are we clear?" asked Natasha, surveying the now terrified girls.

"Y-yes ma’am," whispered Jennifer, her face white.

"I said, are we clear?" asked Natasha again.

"Yes, ma’am," answered the rest of the girls, fear evident in their voices.

"Good, now morning shift. Get to work. The rest of you, ten laps around the compound. Double time!" barked Natasha, and the girls scrambled to obey.

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"Hey, Margaret? Can you do something about this pantyhose? James asked me to go horse riding with him, and these things don’t cut it," said Olga to Margaret, who was inspecting the newly built school outfitters in the St. Ignatius Academy campus.

Margaret cocked her head thoughtfully. "Hmm, I think I can add some reinforcement to the gusset," she mused.

Olga raised an eyebrow. "Here’s an idea, why not just give me a pair of breeches?" she asked.

"I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that," said Margaret, her eyes narrowing.

"There must be something in the water that makes you guys allergic to pants," muttered Olga.

Margaret grabbed a pair of pantyhose and a bolt of thick black fabric, and fired up the sewing machine.

"Here, try these on," she said, handing Olga the modified pantyhose.

Olga went into the changing room and slipped them on. The modified gusset felt much thicker, but still comfortable.

"If I climax again, I’m going to tan your hide Margaret," she said, stepping out of the changing room.

"Mmm, I wonder how heavy of a hand you have," teased Margaret, as Olga facepalmed.

"I forgot you’re into that stuff," she said, rolling her eyes.

"This coming from the one who just yesterday climaxed on a saddle?" chuckled Margaret, causing Olga to blush red.

"Shut up! I was just caught off guard, and it was James’ fault!" she protested.

"Yeah, yeah, now go have fun with your new boyfriend," said Margaret, waving her off.

Olga left the outfitters, her face still flushed from embarrassment.