Olga returned to the booth to find a markedly changed atmosphere.

The crowd had thinned out considerably, and the remaining people were mostly young men and boys, all milling around the booth, examining and taking pictures of the systems on display.

"Ms. Ford, are there any plans to introduce water cooling blocks for the HellFire and HellBlade systems?" asked a reporter.

Kristen smiled. "They are in the pipeline, but we've chosen to focus on air cooling for now," she replied.

A few teenagers noticed Olga, and approached her.

"Ma'am can I get a picture with you stepping on my throat like how you did to that girl back there?," one of them brazenly asked.

"W-what?" Olga stammered, taken aback by the directness of the question.

"Sorry pal, she's with me. And she's not a model or booth babe, she's a Sirius Software security officer, and that's her uniform," said James, placing his arm possessively around Olga, who blushed furiously.

"Damn, you're one lucky SOB! Wait, that's her uniform?" asked the kid, eyeing Olga's Sirius Software Security Uniform.

"Yup. Don't let the black leather fool you, it's got titanium plates, and while we couldn't come armed, it's got knife sheaths, and gun holsters," chuckled Olga, who had regained her composure.

"Man, that's next-level hardcore. Can I at least get a normal picture?," asked the kid.

"Sure, that's fine," said Olga, smiling.

The kid pulled out his phone, and took a selfie with Olga, who smiled for the camera.

"Thanks ma'am, you're awesome," said the kid, before running off to rejoin his friends.

Olga turned to James, and said, "Thanks for that. I was really thrown off by that question."

"Well, you did look pretty hot doing that," said James, grinning as Olga blushed again.

"Yes, well, that bitch really pissed me off. It took all of my self-control to not slice her windpipe open with my heel," she admitted.

"I know, Andre's handling the fall-out. That scene was caught on camera, so be ready for it going viral," said James.

"All right," said Olga.

----

"Mr. Esposito. Computex already attracts scrutiny and criticism for our policy on cosplayers and booth babes. And now we have this incident. The reporter in question is actually demanding legal action against the organizing committee," growled a Computex executive.

"You can tell them that Ms. Mendeleev is not a model, cosplayer, or booth babe, but a member of our security team. She even had identification as such," said Andre.

"You expect me to run with that? Her costume didn't look like any security uniform!" snarled the executive.

Andre opened his briefcase, and pulled out a Sirius Software Security uniform blazer.

"Cop a feel," he challenged the executive, tossing it on the table, where it landed with a heavy metallic thud.

The executive picked it up, and ran his hand over the leather.

"Armor plating?" he asked, feeling the hard metal plates underneath.

"Yes. Titanium Carbon alloy plates in the chest, back, shoulders and elbows for ballistic, stab and impact protection," explained Andre.

The executive looked at Andre, and then at the blazer.

"Are you telling me that you guys actually convinced women to wear these things as a security uniform?" he asked half incredulous, half impressed.

"That's something that boggles my mind as well," sighed Andre.

"Where the hell did you find these things?" asked the executive, still examining the blazer.

"Sirius Software's apparel brand, The Feminine Professional," said Andre.

The executive looked up sharply. "Sirius Software has a clothing line?" he asked.

"Yes. They make high-end business attire, casual wear, and even lingerie and fetish wear", said Andre.

The executive sighed, and put down the blazer.

"All right, we'll smooth this over with the fact that Ms. Mendeleev is a security officer, but please make sure that your team doesn't do anything like this again," he said sternly.

"Yes sir," said Andre.

----

"Mikaela, come along, it's time for school," called Annette.

Mikaela slouched into the living room, ready for another day of school.

"What's with that attitude?" asked Annette.

Mikaela shrugged. "Nothing," she muttered.

"Well come on! We're getting late!" urged Annette, thrusting a slice of avocado toast into Mikaela's hands.

Mikaela struggled to eat the toast as Annette marched her to the car.

Parked a short distance away was Officer Vasquez's SZPD Stormkreuzer.

Mikaela tried to wave discreetly at the car, but Annette blocked her view.

"Come on! Let's go!" she urged, pushing Mikaela into the car.

Sky was sitting in the front passenger seat, scrolling through their phone.

"You're late," they snapped, not looking up.

Mikaela said nothing, as Annette frantically scrambled into the driver's seat.

"I don't know what's gotten into that child lately," muttered Annette, as she pulled out of the driveway.

"She's just sad that she can't ride with the pigs," said Sky, giving Mikaela a glare.

"Officer Vasquez isn't a pig, she's a girl," said Mikaela.

"All cops are pigs. The sooner you learn that, the better," snapped Sky, but Mikaela covered her ears, and looked out the window.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" barked Sky.

"Sky, please," said Annette, trying to calm them down.

"Fine, let's just get to school," said Sky, turning back to their phone.

They reached the school, and Mikaela got out of the car, and ran off to class, before Annette or Sky could disembark.

With a frustrated sigh, Annette got out of the car.

"See you later Sky. Please don't be too hard on Mikaela," she said, giving Sky a gentle hug.

"She just gets under my skin with the way she chats up those pigs. But yeah, I'll try to not get to me," said Sky, giving Annette a warm hug back.

"All right, see you later," said Annette, going to the 7th grade English class that she taught.

Sky watched her go, before leaving for the 2nd grade math class that they taught.

----

Mikaela sat in her bedroom, working through her math homework.

Sky seemed to have it out for her, and always assigned her the hardest problems.

She sighed, as she finished the last assignment, and packed her bag for school the next day.

As always, she felt pangs of loneliness, missing Ivan's warmth and presence.

She went to the window, and opened it, letting the cool night air wash over her.

A sliver of hope flickered in her heart as she spied the SZPD Stormkreuzer parked outside.

She waved, and the car's lights flickered in response.

"Goodnight, Officer Vasquez," she whispered, before closing the window, and going to bed.

As she lay in bed, her thoughts drifted to Annette and Sky.

"They aren't dating, but they sure like to complain a lot," she mused.

"I wish I could skip out of school tomorrow," she sighed, before drifting off to sleep.

----

Camille and Michelle were patrolling the Palm Springs neighborhood in their SZPD Stormkreuzer.

"Cam, tell me something. Are we patrolling this neighborhood to keep the residents safe, or to keep them from vandalizing the rest of the Sirius Zone?" asked Michelle.

"Both. This place is ACAB central, and word is that the SZRA doesn't want that ideology spreading to the rest of the Sirius Zone," replied Camille.

"Can't say I blame them," said Michelle as a resident gave them the finger as they drove by.

"Yeah, well. The good thing is this little puppy were driving is bulletproof, and has great air conditioning," said Camille, patting the dashboard.

Michelle chuckled, and glanced out to see a figure in her wing mirror.

"Cam, pull over. We've got a little truant," she said, pointing to the figure.

Camille pulled over, and they waited as Mikaela approached the car.

"Hi, Officers," said Mikaela, stopping by the car.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" asked Michelle.

"School isn't fun anymore," said Mikaela, looking down.

"Why's that?" asked Camille, opening the rear door.

"Sky's being mean to me, and keeps saying that all cops are pigs," said Mikaela, climbing into the back seat.

She sighed as the cold air conditioning washed over her.

"Well, we're not pigs," chuckled Michelle.

"Yeah, at least the two of us are just girls," added Camille with a wink.

Mikaela giggled, before her stomach rumbled.

"Are you hungry?" asked Michelle.

"A little," admitted Mikaela.

"Come on, we'll take you to get some food," said Camille, starting the car.

"Thanks, Officers," said Mikaela, smiling.

They drove out of the Palm Springs neighborhood, and headed towards a restaurant in the Sirius Zone.

Mikaela took in the sights mesmerized, as they drove through the wide boulevards, and elegant buildings of the Sirius Zone.

"Am I still on Earth?" she wondered.

"Very much so. It's just a place called the Sirius Zone," chuckled Michelle.

They reached the restaurant, and Camille parked the car.

"Welcome Officers, I'm afraid the young lady will need to wear a skirt or dress to enter," said the hostess.

"You've got any loaners?" asked Camille.

"Sure, right this way," said the hostess, leading them to a changing room.

"OK Mikaela, you can pick out a dress or skirt from the rack," said Michelle.

Mikaela's eyes lit up as she saw the rack of dresses and skirts.

She picked out a cute pink sundress, and quickly changed into it.

"Wow, you look great!" exclaimed Michelle.

"I feel like a princess," said Mikaela, twirling around.

"All right, let's go get some food," said Camille, and they headed out of the changing room and into the restaurant.

They were seated at a table, and Mikaela eagerly scanned the menu.

Her face fell as she saw the prices.

"Don't worry about it, Mikaela. We've got this," said Michelle, smiling.

"OK, in that case, I'll have... the sausage and mash," said Mikaela, pointing to the menu.

"Good choice," said Camille, smiling.

The waiter arrived, and took their orders.

"Three sausage and mash, please," said Michelle.

"Coming right up," said the waiter, before heading to the kitchen.

Mikaela looked around the restaurant, taking in the elegant decor, and the well-dressed patrons.

"This place is fancy," she whispered to Michelle.

"That's one way to put it," said Michelle.

"Yeah, but it's nice," said Mikaela, smiling.

The waiter returned with their food, and Mikaela eagerly dug in.

"This is delicious!" she exclaimed, as she took another bite.

"I'm glad you like it," said Michelle, smiling.

They finished their meal, and Camille paid the bill.

"Thanks for the meal, Officers. Ah! I'd forgotten what meat tastes like," said Mikaela, as they headed back to the car.

"Anytime, Mikaela. Now come on, let's get you back home," said Michelle.

Mikaela's smile faltered at the thought of going back home.

"Can't you take me to Daddy's place?" she asked hesitantly.

Michelle and Camille exchanged a glance.

"Sorry Mikaela, but we can't do that. We have to take you back home," said Michelle gently.

Mikaela sighed, and nodded.

----

"I can't believe she skipped school! Where the hell is she?" fumed Annette, as she and Sky drove around looking for Mikaela.

"I bet she went off with those pigs again," grumbled Sky, looking around.

"Great! Just great!" said Annette, slamming her hand on the steering wheel.

"Calm down, Annette. We'll find her," said Sky, trying to soothe her.

The loud chirp from an SZPD siren cut through the tension.

"Now what?" asked Annette, pulling over.

A SZPD Stormkreuzer pulled up beside them, and Officer Vasquez rolled down the window.

"Looking for Mikaela?" she asked.

"Yes! Have you seen her?" asked Annette.

"She's here with us. We picked her up a couple of hours ago. She was walking home from school," said Officer Vasquez.

Annette got out of her car, and approached the Stormkreuzer's rear door.

"What the hell were you thinking, Mikaela? Skipping school and wandering around by yourself? Did you have any idea how worried we were?" she shouted, as Mikaela shrank back in the seat.

"Now that's enough, Annette," said Officer Vasquez, placing a hand on Annette's shoulder.

Annette took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"I'm sorry, Mikaela. I was just really worried," she said, her tone soft.

Mikaela however, still looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"Annette, Mikaela's been having a really hard time at school. Sky's been giving her a lot of hard assignments, and she misses her father. I know you feel that Mr. Zakhrov is a bad influence, but Mikaela can't help how she feels," said Officer Vasquez.

Annette sighed, and tried to talk to Mikaela again.

"Mikaela, sweetie, I know things have been hard for you, but you can't just run away. OK?" she said gently.

Mikaela finally nodded, and got out of the Stormkreuzer.

"Thanks for everything Officers," said Mikaela, giving Camille and Michelle a hug.

"Anytime, Mikaela. Take care of yourself," said Michelle, smiling.

"Yeah, and try to stay out of trouble," added Camille with a wink.

Mikaela nodded, and got into Annette's car.

"You are grounded for a month! No toys, no games, no TV! And you're going to school every day. No more skipping!" snarled Annette, as they drove off.

"And no more talking to those pigs!" added Sky.

Mikaela curled up in the back seat, feeling utterly miserable.

----

"Well, Olga, it looks like you've become an internet sensation," chuckled James, as he showed her his phone.

Olga blushed, as she saw the memes and videos of her stepping on the protester, going viral.

"So much for keeping a low profile," she sighed, as she scrolled through the comments of people saying they wished she had stepped on them too.

"Relax, it will blow over in a few days. People will move on to the next viral sensation," said James.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," said Olga, smiling.

James leaned over, and gently nibbled her ear.

"Internet sensation or not, you're still my sexy little submissive," he whispered.

Olga shivered, as she felt a familiar warmth spreading between her legs.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered back.

James smiled, and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom.

"You might have liked stepping on that piece of filth activist, but I know what you really want," he said, as he laid her down on the bed.

Olga moaned and arched her back, as James sank his teeth into her neck.

"Yes, Sir. Please," she begged.

James smiled, and began to undress her, slowly peeling off her Sirius Software Security uniform.

"Such a beautiful body," he murmured, as he kissed and caressed her.

Olga moaned as he pinched and twisted her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

James captured her lips in a deep kiss, before gently securing her wrists with silk ties.

Olga squirmed, as James traced his fingers down her body, before securing her feet as well.

"Ah!" she yelped, as James clipped a set of nipple clamps.

"Tonight's experience is going to be electric," he whispered in her ear.

Olga shivered in anticipation, her body already responding to his touch.

James attached a set of electrodes to the clamps, and connected them to a black box.

Olga moaned as she felt a jolt of electricity surge through her body.

"Yes, Sir! More!" she cried out, as James increased the intensity.

Olga's moans turned to screams as electric currents coursed through her body, some mild, some intense.

Her toes curled, and her pussy clenched as James expertly sent electric shocks through her nipples.

He climbed on top of her, and thrust into her, his body pounding in time with the electric pulses.

Olga screamed and arched her back, her body writhing in pleasure as the electric shocks merged with the sensations of James' thrusts.

She writhed and convulsed, as her orgasm tore through her, amplified by the electric stimulation.

Finally, she collapsed, panting and exhausted, as James gently removed the clamps and untied her.

"That was incredible, Sir," she whispered, as she snuggled into his arms.

James smiled, and kissed her forehead.

"You're incredible, Olga. My sexy little submissive," he murmured, as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

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