Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Exhilarating. Carol kept her face and posture impassive as she sat at the desk, watching Darren Sawa take his well-formed behind down the hall after her assistant. She found herself leaning forward slightly, watching him move with determined steps slightly distracted, if she wasnt mistaken. As her mouth parted slightly, she found her tongue slipping out to dampen a suddenly dry lower lip, and caught herself. Apparently, he wasnt the only one distracted. Her eyes sparkled, and there was a slight flush across her formerly creamy complexion. She looked healthier, and certainly the picture of something unique in the sterility of her pristine office. Uncrossing her legs, she let that warmth she suddenly felt roll through her and there was a modicum of hope that took seed inside of her. Hope that he that Darren might prove to be a worthy adversary. The lustre of her skin against the starkness of her pressed white jacket was truly a surprising picture as though one could almost peek through the faade and see the real woman beneath. To show an even harder level one where she struggled, fought for everything she had, and excelled. She had to be twice the man that the men were to prove herself had to reach higher, study longer, and overachieve in order to even had made it this far. She pushed herself hard and could not afford to relent. That gave her very little time for anything other than a string of empty relationships that bored her bored her to tears. Romance. Getting to know each other. She had to fit into a role for them to just keep them for longer than one day. Oh, who was she kidding? For longer than an HOUR. She dressed for success, to highlight her best assets, and she enjoyed the attention. She also enjoyed some rather intriguing twists of a sexual nature that no one in a very long time had even been game for. How she envied a man and his ability to come and then go. To take. And give a part of himself that was not even attached to him. But she didnt want to fuck women. Not like that. She wanted to know what it would feel like fucking a man. Taking a deep breath, she came back to the present and did her best to put that Darren Sawa out of her mind. Crossing one finely formed ankle against the other, she willed the heat that had wound its way through her pelvis to take a number. Until after she had gone home. And put the place out of her mind. Along with everyone in it. Carols eyes moved slowly back to her monitor, the screen saver rolling over and over in a mockery of busyness. Wiggling the mouse, she saw her screen flash to life. Flicking the tab key, she looked at the application form once more. It was a unique opportunity that she, as a female in the office, and in a position of authority, might benefit from over and above the rest. Their companys research had progressed to a point where it was safe for clinical studies. And she, Carol Tanaka, wanted to be on the forefront of that cutting edge. She, Carol Tanaka, could apply for her very own penis. One that would grow from her, be a part of her, and let her experience the things she wanted to, the things that she had fantasized about. And finally, after struggling for so long, they couldnt dismiss her out of turn simply because she didnt have one. Smiling genuinely for the first time in a long time, she pressed the send key. They would take notice. In more ways than one.