Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

For as long as he could remember, Darren Sawa believed that women were inferior to men. It was just one of those unspoken truths. Men were usually stronger, more intelligent, aggressive, experienced, and just simply superior in almost every way a man should be, and to top it off, they were expected to be just that. Of course, he never brought this up or liked to point it out, but it was clear to him that that's just how life was, as unfair as it turned out to be. Men were supposed to be on top of it all, dominant and infallible in their leadership, and there was no excuse as to why they shouldn't be. Which was why he was furious when they decided to transfer him to another pharmaceutical branch. He wasn't exactly mad over the fact they no longer needed him there, but it was mostly because he was being replaced by a woman. Look at me, Robert, Darren said, staring at his manager with widened, brown eyes. I'm young--how many 25-year-olds do you know with Pharm.D.'s who can accomplish what I've done for you? Exactly. None. I have the energy to run this branch the way you want it to. I may be a little fresh of out school, sure, but I've been capable of this job for months, and you know that. Robert sighed, frowning at him from behind his white, trimmed beard. Which is exactly why I need to transfer you. Let's face it, Darren. I think you're brilliant and very energetic, but what I need right now is someone with a little more experience who can sit down and talk to our clients, rather than someone looking to micromanage the way we'd like to do things around here. Darren wanted to defend himself, he wanted to raise his voice, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. There was no point in arguing anymore, since he was going to be working somewhere else whether he liked to or not. If this place was going to be run by a woman, then so be it. He'll have a chance to start fresh at leading another branch. And to think that everything was going so well after he finished school. He was only 24 when he obtained his Pharm.D., and before he knew it, he was already making six figures, driving a luxury car, all while living it off in a swanky loft in an Uptown District. Up until yesterday, he had been leading his branch, running the show just as much as he'd expect a man of his caliber to do, and he was literally dating a new woman every week. Life for him was more than swell it was divine. Yet despite all of that, he was still unsatisfied about something. It had a lot to do with his dating life, especially. None of the women could seem to hold his interest for more than a few weeks. He felt that they were all the same. What do you feel like tonight? He would ask them. I dunno, what do you feel like? Was the response he'd get. It tired him out, dragging women around by the hand. He sure didn't mind to at first, but it kind of burned him out after a while when that was what he expected to do every date. He may have understood that this was to be expected since he was a man and everything, but still, did being a man have to feel so unfulfilling? He slipped on a gray tank top as he ruminated this further. For some reason, he was instigating the idea that he may have wanted a more dominant woman. What the fuck was he thinking. A real man never let a woman tell him what to do that and he always had to be better than her. He shivered at the idea of a woman surpassing him at something he was good at, pinning him down, making him feel inferior in every way and humiliating him. His heart skipped a beat as he visualized it happening, fearing that he'd lose his balls or something. He shook his head, chuckling to himself as he looked at the mirror. Besides, he looked too good to let something like that happen. Even though he stood at a modest 5'10, Darren had a somewhat rugged, handsome look going. He left just enough hair on his face look like he chopped wood in the morning. His styled, dark brown hair was long enough to cover some of his ears, and it hung close to his skull, running straight and messy at the same time. His bangs were long enough to cut a straight line across a corner of his face, and they were swept to the side, looking trendy and even a little Japanese to some people. A set of dark, kind eyes that looked like a pair of obsidian orbs pierced back at him, reflecting some of the light in his loft while accenting his long, narrow face. He grabbed his lab coat. Today was going to be his first day at the new branch, and even though he was a bit bitter about having to leave the other location, he remained optimistic that he would do better over here. I mean, what was the worst that could possibly happen?