It was with some reluctance that Natasha pulled off her uniform and changed back into the skirt-suit she had arrived in.
After spending almost the entire day in the sleek black leather uniform, she had grown to appreciate it and removing it now made her feel vulnerable and exposed.
She exited the employee dormitory, and walked the short distance to her car in the parking lot, even more painfully aware of her synthetic leather pumps pinching her toes.
Her car looked a lot cleaner than when she had parked in the morning. "Don't tell me he had somebody wash it?" she said to herself, unlocking the car and getting in.
"No way!" she exclaimed, smelling fresh car perfume and observing the freshly cleaned and conditioned dashboard and seats.
She turned the ignition, and the engine rumbled to life on the first crank, sounding a lot smoother and more powerful than the sputtering rattle she had gotten used to. Cold air blasted through the A/C vents, making her yelp in surprise.
"New apartment, new uniform, and he gave my care a tune-up. Aaron sure knows how to win a girl's heart." she chuckled, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back to her apartment.
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"I've been assigned to the morning shift of watching the security camera feeds. Let me be blunt Senator, Sirius Software's security system is better than some banks. They've got overlapping fields of view, both regular video and infrared feeds, and automatic face tracking." reported Natasha over the phone.
"I want dirt, Natasha! I don't care about you fangirling over that twerp's security system!" snapped Monica.
"That twerp you mentioned, made me sign an NDA and contract that can get me fired and sued for more money than you've ever paid me if he even gets a whiff of what I'm telling you, so unless you're willing to hire an army of expensive lawyers for me, I'm keeping my mouth shut. How's that for dirt?" asked Natasha coldly.
"OK, that I might actually be able to use. Pretty sure it violates some labor laws. What else have you got?" asked Monica, her voice calmer.
"Well, he's also got me in a skirt-suit and high heels. Not that I'm complaining since I'm just watching security feeds and drinking coffee." said Natasha, starting to enjoy the feeling of feeding Monica just enough information to keep her interested, but not enough to actually give her anything useful - Monica could cry moral outrage all she wanted, but Aaron's fortress was not something that could be stormed by ignorant mobs with torches and pitchforks.
"Oh you poor dear! What a misogynistic beast!" said Monica dramatically before cackling: "The feminists are going to have a field day with that! Alright, what else?"
"That's it for now. I'll let you know if I find anything else." said Natasha hanging up.
She picked up her Sirius Software issued phone, and texted Aaron the information she had shared with Monica, before she resumed packing her things to move into her new employee apartment.
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Natasha stood in front of the mirror in her new employee apartment, admiring her reflection in the sleek black leather uniform.
The move had gone smoothly, and she actually felt more at home in the employee apartment than she had in her old one.
With a final look in the mirror, she adjusted her hair, and made sure that her makeup was perfect, before she headed out to the temporary office.
"I've reviewed and enhanced your training plan and vetting parameters, Ms. Parker." said Aaron, as Natasha entered his office.
"Very well, sir." replied Natasha, taking a seat at her desk.
"I'd like to build up a security detail for the mine and nuclear reactor operations and facilities. Do you still have any military contacts we can use?" asked Aaron.
"What kind of personnel are you looking for sir?" asked Natasha, her curiosity piqued.
"The kind that can guard a nuclear reactor and heavy water plant. I'd rather avoid another Mario incident." said Aaron coldly.
"Understood sir. Would you be able to produce more uniforms like mine? I think an all-female security detail would be better suited for that role." said Natasha.
"I suppose I could make more of them. How many candidates are you thinking of?" asked Aaron.
"I think 12 for now should suffice. That would give us a full shift of 8 hours, with 4 guards on duty at all times." said Natasha.
"Alright, I'll get the raw materials, and you have 4 days to assemble the team. I want the mine and heavy water plant secured by the end of the week." said Aaron, his voice cold and commanding.
"Yes sir. I'll get started on the recruitment process right away." said Natasha, her heart racing with excitement at the prospect of building her own security team.
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The intercom buzzed, and Margaret's voice came through: "Master Zakhrov, may I please come in? I have a business proposal for you."
Aaron buzzed open the door, and Margaret walked in, carrying a large folder.
"Master Zakhrov, designing Natasha's uniform gave me an idea for a new line of clothing that I would like to propose to you." said Margaret, placing the folder on Aaron's desk.
"Let me guess. You want me to engineer and manufacture clothing using the same kind of engineering and materials that I made you use in Natasha's uniform, which you will then sell to the public.
You've already got the design ideas, and you need the start-up capital to start promoting and advertising while I set up a production pipeline. Am I right?" asked Aaron coldly as Margaret blushed and squirmed standing before him.
"You are so smart Master Zakhrov! It is such a turn-on when you talk like that. Ow-ow-ow!" squealed Margaret, as Natasha came up behind her and twisted her ear.
"You may be Harry's wife, and Master Zakhrov's friend, but that does not give you the right to sweet-talk him into putting his precious time, resources and intellect into your pet project!" scolded Natasha, spanking Margaret's bottom on each word.
"Master Zakhrov! Save me!" squealed Margaret, yet clearly enjoying the punishment.
"The only way you get to talk to Master Zakhrov is through me first. Now apologize to your intellectual superior!" snarled Natasha, forcing Margaret to her knees.
"I'm sorry Master Zakhrov! I should not have tried to sweet-talk you into funding my project without your permission!" cried Margaret, her cheeks flushed with arousal, the tell-tale scent of her excitement filling the air.
"Cumming from being spanked and forced to apologize. You're such a masochist, Margaret." said Natasha, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Alright, that's enough you two. Margaret, go clean yourself up, and then come back here. I will consider your proposal, but be warned that my help means I get control over the project, and I will not tolerate any bullshit." said Aaron coldly.
"Yes Master Zakhrov. Thank you for your consideration." said Margaret, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She quickly got up and left the office, her cheeks still flushed.