Chapter Five

After being dismissed, she scurried off to the toilets and dealt with the overbearing need. New underwear was definitely in order, but that was for later. For now, she managed to put her tail away by telling it to go, and sheepishly returned to the gym, and Queenie would take her somewhere else. ‘Maintaining the mystery’ of not knowing where she was going.

“Ok, what the actual frack. This place is big from the outside, but it isn’t this big” she exclaimed, recovering some vigour and looking up at Queenie’s amused grin.

“Ahh, that little thing. Well, you see, this area has space bent around it. We aren’t exactly sure why, or what is causing it, but it allows for a vast infrastructure over a small area, like we have pulled off here. Uniquely placed to deal with our needs without having to give half the city over to do it” She explained, before arriving at the showers, having set a brisk pace to get there. “Now, you need some help getting clean? I can’t promise my hands won’t wander while I assist you…” She cracked a broad grin, openly admiring Kiko’s body. Kiko quickly nodded in delight, but Queenie just have a soft laugh and left Kiko on a bench. Why there was a bench in the showers, Kiko was not entirely sure, but it was probably there for a reason.

Her heart sank a little as Queenie just left, but she remembered what the woman said. It was all a test, she didn’t need to get all worked up like this...She'd need a good shower. Showers, were great for clearing one’s head, so Kiko got up, stripped, turned the shower on cold, and stood under it for a few moments before she started to shiver. Shivering was good, eased her stress and cleaned out the mind. Then after a bit of that, she turned the shower on hot and cleaned herself properly.

Once she was done, she would wrap up in towels – even though Queenie had had intimate control over every inch of her body, she was still conscious of just showing it off willy-nilly – she saw the Demon woman with a broad grin on her face. Recognising the grin as one of mischief, Kiko gave her a withering stare.

“Wh-what have you done?” She asked, in what she hoped was an assertive tone. The stutter didn’t help.

“Done? Nothing, I’m a good girl” Queenie tried, but couldn’t keep a straight face, and so broke into laughter. “Ok, fine. Your clothes were crap, darling. It’s like you’ve been wearing just them every day for the last four years” Queenie stated.

“Yyyyea. I didn’t want to bother dad too much. He wasn’t home often and so I wanted to talk about things other than my school uniform. Hence a really short skirt. It didn’t used to be that short” Kiko replied.

“Ohh. Thought you liked shorter skirts. Damn, you’ll probably not like this so much” Queenie would then gesture to a uniform that made Kiko’s jaw drop. The corset was beautiful, looked crafted to tease her assets while keeping it stately. The pair of stockings were shiny and opaque, going up to her waist to double as underwear. And the skirt went down to her knees, or would if it wasn’t flared so it hung a little away from her and blended modesty with promiscuity. It was all shaded in the black with red trims that was the official SIR colours, and the quality of the material…

“Do you like it?” Queenie asked, a warm and delicate smile.

“It’s too much. It’s something you’d find in one of them shops that charge like three hundred Kris for a pair of socks” Kiko exclaimed, hugging the towels tightly. She couldn’t accept that, just...couldn’t.

“Would you prefer I order you to wear it, Doll?” Queenie asked. Though she did not mean it and wouldn’t force Kiko into anything, teasing her was not off the table it seemed. Kiko felt her cheeks flush with heat, and barely managed to fight off the desire to try it on.

“You aren’t going to let me not wear it, are you?” Kiko asked, looking at her feet.

“I am absolutely going to let you not wear it, Kiko. I brought your SIR base uniform if you didn’t want to wear this” Queenie would shift the outfit to another hook and reveal the uniform below. Skirt just above her knees, like someone had needed to kick a guy in the head once and designed the skirt to not hinder that, polo shirt and jacket, all in the predominant colour scheme of SIR. It was actually quite….casual. “You’ll be given four uniforms in total. Base uniform is here, you’ll wear this going to and from activities in the base, outside of activities here in the gym, where you’ll have a gym uniform, which is tight fitting shirt and shorts. Dress uniforms are far more flashy, something you’ll wear for press conferences, parade grounds, exhibitions. Basically it’s what you put on when we go out for good PR. And finally deployment uniform. That depends on who you get, but it is generally pragmatic and woven with a mesh fibre to help protect you in the field. If you would prefer trousers then we can get you some. I just like a girl in a skirt”

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Queenie seemed to want to distract Kiko from the outfit before, so broached into indepth explanation of what she’d be wearing. It kind of worked, though Kiko fixated on the idea of being protected in the field. She’d seen some pictures of The Beasts on the internet. They were not friendly at all….And she was fighting them. Getting ahead of those thoughts, she spoke quickly.

“I’m sorry. It’s too nice. H-hand me the uniform, please?” Kiko asked, getting dressed in it once given. Underwear seemed to be a personal choice, but she felt far too on show so took the full length stockings from the other outfit. They were just as high quality as they looked, but it was a compromise.

When she had dressed and refused the satin shoes with low heels in favour of more practical shoes, she took her through the building to Lysaida’s office. Once the two had arrived, Queenie didn’t even bother to knock, she just walked right in, and up to the desk, piled with paperwork, and grinned at a vexed looking Lysaida.

“Still refusing my offer to burn all the paperwork?” Queenie asked, before looking back to Kiko, who was kind of lingering on the door, not exactly sure how to handle the outfit she was in.

“Yes, I am. And I see you have wasted no time dressing up the new recruit. Come on in, Miss Ator. We need to officially sign you into SIR, deal with your education, and so on. There is quite a bit that goes into someone of your age joining us” She was being a lot more formal than when she had broken into Kiko’s house, but maybe that was just because she was in Work mode right now.

“So, lots of pieces of paper to sign?” Kiko asked, grinning sheepishly as she walked into the office, taking up the offer to come in. It was better than out in the hallway, after all.

“Yes. The recruitment sheet, the basic rules and tenants, and a list of the Quasi-humans we have here, so you know what to expect” She gestured with a folder, which Kiko walked over to take, and then opened, starting reading immediately. The recruitment sheet and the rules were pretty simple, she got through them quickly, but she took more time with the quasi-human list.

“Phoenix…” she muttered, a slight elation in her voice. Phoenixes where pretty rare, mostly because they were very humble creatures and never really revealed themselves in public. Anyone could be a Phoenix until they got shot, or stabbed, or otherwise mortally wounded. But one part of the list made her look up with a broad grin. “Dragon, huh? You SIR agents get all the fun stuff” She quipped, taking a pen and beginning to fill out the form. Name, date of birth, occupation, kin, Quasi-human nature [If applicable]. It was all pretty basic.

“Yes, we SIR agents get all the fun stuff. Although the Dragons are not exactly social people. They can interact on occasion, but are surprisingly shy, and their draconic forms are...not as easily obtained as you think from the story books” Lysaida replied, flicking her eyes to Queenie to make sure the woman wasn’t up to anything, and then returning her gaze to Kiko as she finished the form and handed it back. Lysaida checked it over, and then nodded in satisfaction. “Benefit of being the boss, is that I can accept you on the spot now this paperwork is done, rather than having to go through channels to get to me. Welcome to SIR, Recruit” Lysaida nodded, and Queenie returned to Kiko’s side, beaming like a dog with a bone. Lysaida didn’t seem to be finished, however, so Kiko kept her attention on the Colonel as slid something forward and spoke more.

“This is a care package, of sorts. Map, schedule, names of the heads and a notepad for writing down things to remember. It is advisable to meet the heads of the division in anticipation for the end of basic training. You have met me already. Queenie can help you with the rest of the Division Heads, as she is the head of the Assault Teams” Lysaida explained. Queenie thought Mizia’s division title sounded really cool, but also, looked to Queenie.

“She heads the Assault teams? I thought, she was boss of the gym” Kiko said, before blushing and covering her mouth. She didn’t mean to give her the title that popped into her head. Queenie, however, found it amusing.

“Boss of the Gym? Heh. Well, I’m the Overseer of ‘the Gym’ as you put it, but the boss of the Assault Teams. I lead routine workouts for the rookies and occasion squads, but I head the assault teams. The two mesh well, so I take care of both” Queenie explained, before giving a terribly wide, scary grin. “And I’ll see to making sure that you know my title much better than you do now” It sounded somewhere between a threat, and a promise for more of what happened in the gym. Kiko wasn’t sure which one worried her more…