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Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Good. Carol's face was still serene and she had pushed him far enough for those true colours to emerge. Those buttons... she had found those wonderfully predictable buttons. A small smile played at the corner of one eye, but he was too far away to notice. After all, he had broken that professionalism torn away in one fell swoop. Lena gasped a little and made sure she was out of his way as those sparks flew. Like kinetic energy. Almost as though an atomic bomb had gone off and the blast radius was knocking things off of shelves. Then, Carol let the smile actually widen slowly, a twinkling in her eye as she watched him. I eat at noon, she said lightly and pronounced his name with a specific bite, Darren . After all, I'm the manager here, and it's not the best lab etiquette to fraternize with your staff. Dig. I'm sure that your thoughts will be quite entertaining... And she smiled wryly holding that look with just as much strength, commitment and command as he had. Of course, Darren . My door is always open. Sitting before he left, she let her eyes trace up from his torso where they rested for a moment. You check with Lena. She has my schedule. And even though there was no door to her office, she had made one quite abundantly clear as her attention moved resolutely. And with that, he was dismissed. Lena could hardly breathe and she hardly looked up, staring at the floor and walking with quick, staccato steps. Lunch room. For refreshments first, Mr.... Darren. She swallowed. Because she didn't know about him but she could certainly do with something. Unfortunately, it wouldn't have enough of a kick. And she did not relish the mood she would be hit with once his tour was over, and she had to return to the Dragon Lady. Carol...
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

He pushed himself to work hard afterwards, fueled by the thought of catching up to her, beating her at her own game. When he was a boy, Darren wanted to be at least stronger than every woman on the planet. He knew he couldn't be the strongest man, and he wasn't going to settle on ever being below a woman physically, so why not just strive to be stronger than all of them, because that's how nature intended it to be. When he realized that was going to be impossible without the heavy use of steroids and countless hours at the gym, he eventually settled on just being better than all the women around him. If he could be strong enough physically, as well as mentally, he wouldn't be perceived by society as weak, and so the women would respect him embrace him. It was also what motivated him to do his daily exercises. The idea of being weaker than a woman, and the humility of being beaten by them...totally unacceptable. When he thought of it, it just helped him push himself to finish his workout sets. Failure was not an option, at least when testosterone levels were the deciding factor of your sexual identity. Being a man of quality required hardship, and an unyielding determination to see things through to the end. Yet, Darren found himself growing tired easily. He would push himself too far and burn himself out, forcing him to take an extended break. During this period, he would watch in horror as others around him would catch up and maybe even surpass him. First, it was the men, and then followed the women. By the time he began to see the women gaining ground, he was back up on his feet again, pushing himself past the limit. But his mental fortitude was limited, and he would find himself stuck every so often, feeling like he was hitting a wall. Nowadays, women were rising in the workplace. They outnumbered men in colleges across the country, plowing through school with a kind of ambition that almost seemed like revenge being enacted to all men for generations spent in the kitchen. Nowadays, it wasn't such a rare sight to see women surpassing him professionally, and Darren could feel the future of man kind bleak at best. Somehow, he was aware he was fighting an uphill battle to prove himself as a superior to all women, but like how men should be, he was never going to give up this ideal. Carol was his latest target. He had already lost his previous branch to a woman, and he was going to cleanse that pain away by reclaiming his pride as a man, and he was going to do that by showing her who wore the pants in this office. After Lena was done with her tour, he excused her and immediately spent hours burying himself in work, taking on every responsibility at the lab that he could handle. He watched the clock periodically, waiting for it to hit noon so he could pay someone a promised visit. Perhaps during her lunch wouldn't be appropriate. So he settled for 1130, getting in contact with Lena so he could request a meeting with Carol. Somehow, that name seemed to get his blood flowing, and he began exercising the notion of seeing her again as something that could be perceived as pleasurable.
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

A small buzz came through to her office. Lena had, not unexpectedly, communicated Darren's intent on seeing her again. Carol smiled a little at the timing. Right before her lunch. Running into his. She would... humour him. But only for 15 minutes. Let him know that 1145 am is best for this meeting. And if, after that, he requires additional time, he may request it. Lena nodded and smiled politely, though strained, at Darren. She will have some time to spare right before lunch, and can give you 15 minutes... Cringing a little, she waited to find out what he might have to say. Because, from the throbbing vein in his temple, it wouldn't be good. Or the least bit polite. Lena felt badly for him. But Ms. Tanaka was unrelenting. She ran the lab like a tight ship. And some around the office believed that if she farted, only dogs would hear it. But that was mentioned only off the premises, and even then, in hushed tones. Tell him he can take it or leave it... was the last message that Carol left for Lena, who blushed considerably, but still relayed it to him. No amount of embarrassment would ever offset the wrath of Ms. Carol Tanaka...
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Darren nodded to Lena, accepting the request. Fifteen minutes was all he needed to get his point across with the queen bee, although he had expected it to be longer. Hell, he would have wanted it to be longer, but if that was what she was willing to give, then so be it. He couldn't have everything his way, especially when he wasn't in charge of this place. And what was the deal with this facility? It may have been clean and tidy, but everyone was afraid of Carol. Most people would look up at the dictator sitting high up inside the Ivory tower and scorn, but it didn't seem that way around here. They would instead turn the other way and whisper amongst themselves in hushed tones. What this place needed was a firmer relationship with the grunts and the higher ups, so the speak, but Darren wasn't interested in allowing Carol to focus on that. He just wanted to tell her what he thought of her. With that in mind, Darren stormed into her office, stern eyes like a bull and stopped before her desk, planting both hands over its pristine surface and leaned over, gazing at his boss. I'll get straight to the point, he said, sighing. You and me may have some level of authority here, but in the end, you're the manager of this facility, and I have to respect that. That said, I don't agree with your methods... He then paused, slowly furrowing his eyebrows. ...And, I don't like you. You are certainly very disrespectful to those below you, judging from my first impression, and I believe that personally, you should tone that down a notch. He wanted to end it there, but he suddenly felt this strong urge to say more. But of course, you're not going to listen to me. Which is exactly your problem, he said, baring a fang at her. He felt the rush of his words rinsing the taint off his ego. It was worth the risk of losing his position here at this branch, but they couldn't fire him. He was too important to be removed because of a single remark like that. I'll understand if you'd like to have me transferred, but I think it would serve our best interests if you kept me around and listened more to what is going on outside your office instead of relying on your assistant.
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

A small look of disappointment passed over Carols face as she watched Darren, shell-shocked, leave her office. I will, she murmured and leaned back over her desk backwards, retrieving a small object before she would be heading to her private lunch room. One hour of uninterrupted time with her. And one hour of lunch for him. That could have been two whole hours Too bad you had nothing more to discuss, she called after him, tucking the vibrator into her purse. She moved to stand, letting her breasts lead her as she unfurled from the prone position. Her thighs were parted, ankles tucked on either side of her desk as she used leg muscles to pull her up before she closed them, dropping easily onto her stilettos. There was no self-consciousness in her actions, nothing that even betrayed the idea that she was being observed, because she frankly didnt expect to be. The phone on her desk rang and Carolyn twisted to look at the number. She called out over her shoulder, Take a message, Lena! Ill be back in 60! Twisting back, she was slightly flushed with the exertion, but was put together, and smoothing down the lifted fabric, about to remove her lab coat. Both shoulders loose and back, shrugging out of it as she reached to grasp the end of each finely-pressed sleeve to remove it...
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Darren struggled to concentrate, rubbing his temples whenever he addressed some of the questions and concerns raised from the lab techs. He was able to function normally for the most part, but he was also being gnawed on by a recurring thought, whispering to him in that same sweet voice that sounded like honey, repeating itself over and over again. Carol... He took another visit to the restroom right before lunch. Oh my god...what was wrong with him. How was he letting that bitch invade his mind? He couldn't bear with the idea she was above him, invincible, yet, how was he also finding some enjoyment in it at the same time? Women and their feminine wiles--he couldn't believe it. Was she seducing him? Taking advantage of him? Using it to undermine him? She could do all of the above if she wanted to. And there is nothing you could do to stop her. He grit his teeth, turning on the faucet. He washed his hands, splashing water all over his face, keeping both hands pressed against it. Just like last time, nobody was in the restroom, and nobody could see how conflicted he was feeling about all this. Nobody should, anyway. He entertained the thought of paying her another visit today. To just stop by without anything really important to say other than something grossly unprofessional, just so she would treat him like she did earlier. Perhaps she'd reprimand him in ways he could only fantasize about in his most private thoughts while he sat there alone, safe from prying eyes, while he got off from the thought of a woman humiliating him, pinning him down while she had her way with him... Darren slapped himself across the face, glaring at himself in the mirror as the spot he struck himself at slowly reddened. What's wrong with you? Jesus Christ, this wasn't how a real man thought. He needed more discipline, more resolve. He should have been working with a determined mind invulnerable to distractions. Invulnerable to the approach of a woman. Dominating, ideal, and without a sense of fallibility. Yet--and shit, there was always a ' yet ', he was finding it more difficult to resist each day he was exposed to such a phenomenon like Carol. A woman he was unable to beat, unable to even scratch. His mind swirled once more, and this time, he could feel his resistance ebbing, eroding like a beach side cliff made of sand. He returned to work, finally able to make it to lunch without any more mishaps. It took forever, really, and Darren stared at the clock, deciding that he wasn't really feeling that hungry anyway. He phoned Lena and requested another meeting with Carol. It was a couple of minutes before 1PM, so she would be free from her lunch. Unlike last time, he didn't have much in mind to say, but he wanted to explore her more, to see what kind of buttons she had. She seemed to get off on being above others, and he was going to take advantage of that. Perhaps this meeting would get him thrown out of here, or worse, even cost him his job, but for some reason, he wasn't even worried of that.
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Darren's back was facing her as he heard that voice. That low, yet sweet, unmistakable voice. He turned his head slightly so she could only see the profile of his face, yet his eyes were already on her. Yes. It was true there was nothing else an hour ago, he said, beginning to realize some of her tone of speech was beginning to rub off on him. But that was an hour ago, but I would like to elaborate further on our discussion since I felt that it was cut short by our limited time. He slowly turned to face her. His hands were held together behind his back. He pierced her with his gaze as he stood eye to eye with her. His demeanor began to soften somewhat when he noticed the flushed condition of her face. Somewhere, hidden in a far corner of his mind, buried under miles of denial, he found her blush undeniably beautiful--sexy even, and it contrasted with the sterility of her appearance, painting the picture of a woman he could one day embrace with love of the truest order. Out of the countless women Darren had dated, he was hard pressed to find anyone worthy of those sacred three words. In other words, he has never been in love. And seeing Carol's face, features from such a strong, powerful woman as she, all flushed like that, really made him relax for a bit...enough to make an attempt to press further with his agenda. You seem distressed about something, Darren noted, studying her face. Nervous to see me? A slight grin appearing, baring some teeth in the corner of his mouth.
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

The smug look on his face... standing close, close enough to smell the combined aroma of her, the lemony scent of the towelette and freesia. Carol looked into his eyes, stepped into his space. How could I be nervous? she asked with that silkiness beneath the depth. I didn't even know you were coming back today. Still flushed, that warmth remained like a not-so-subtle reminder of desire, and Carol used it to fuel their conversation. Her nipples were peaked, barely tipping the fabric, and as she moved to put on her lab coat, her blouse opened slightly, spreading the buttons to show more of her skin. That warm flush could just be seen, a stark contrast against the dark lace of her bra. Carol left the coat open, and decided that she was not going to sit behind the desk to give him that false sense of safety. She wanted nothing between them except the barest of space, and no object that might let him get comfortable. Instead, she perched on the edge of her desk, the proximity bordering on the intimate. She looked up at him through perfectly coiffed hair except for the one stray hair that had proved unruly after her lunch session. Settled, she smiled sweetly. Actually, Darren Sawa, her mouth wrapping around his name like she was sucking on a hard candy, I think it's you who's nervous. She crossed one leg over the other, barely burshing his pant leg with the tip of her leather stiletto. Because you are in my office after a rather difficult hour, I'm sure. Shifting herself on the desk, she felt her buttocks press into her desk top and that tingle began once more. She breathed in, swallowing the suddenness of the want, and pushed it deeply into her belly. You have told me, with no uncertain terms, that for the past hour... she leaned forward, using the desk for leverage as she spoke directly to him, ... you have been thinking of me . Cool eyes watched his reaction, and then, before he could repond, she snapped out one command. Shut the door. The tone was crisp, each word enunciated and delivered in a direct, not-to-be-fucked-with manner. The word 'now' implied and hovering on her slightly parted lips.
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

The fight-or-flight response kicked in. The hands held behind him tightened, and he could already feel the tiny beads of sweat lining his palms. His heart rate spiked again in his chest, jacking to a continual throb that he could almost hear ringing in his head. He wanted to loosen his tie around the collar of his white dress shirt, but he was afraid that it might telegraph too much of his trepidation to her, and he had already revealed too much from his words that were said earlier. He had underestimated her again she was surely deadly, and he had somehow been lured into her web once again. Every movement she made, and every breath of her skin his eyes caught from beneath that blouse made him want to turn tail and storm his way out of there. Even though he wanted to, he had to hold his ground he had to resist. A real man never let a woman tell him what to do that and he always had to be better than her. He scoffed, feeling a bead of sweat materializing itself along the side of his temple, itching its way out as it accumulated more of his muddled, conflicted emotions. N-no, he answered, a desperate, last-ditch attempt to defy her. That's your assistant's job, Carol. He felt himself growing smaller as he uttered her name, feeling as though he would be merely inches high, gazing up at her as she perched upon that desk marveling at the magnificent stature of her legs, fearing the impending crush of her stiletto with one well-placed stomp. But that was only in his imagination. Right now, it was Darren who was looking down at her as she sat on her desk. He anticipated her reaction with eyes which were somewhat as cool, but were, unaware to him, beginning to tremble from a continual loss of composure.
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

You're here, and she's out there. Carol's eyes flashed once and she commanded him, even from sitting. Placing both feet firmly on the floor, she slid forward, and bridged the distance between them easily. Please , close the door. Her tone soothing, encouraging, almost deprecating, as though tempting a child...
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

If there was ever a moment when Darren could look back and point out a time where he was most conflicted with something, now had to be the time for that. One side of him was tugging for control, gritting its teeth, throwing its head back, throwing drops of sweat in its exertion. That side screamed in the voice of his gruff, male ancestors, growling at him in harsh tones to stand his ground, to face the cold, stark reality of being a man, to persevere, to triumph, and to hold his balls high so no woman could take it away. Then there was the other side. It looked very much like Carol did. Sitting with its legs crossed, it didn't use force. It enticed it cooed with a warm, sensual voice, biting its lush lips, smiling, shuffling its voluptuous bosom. It ushered him to surrender his anger and resentment, to be happy, and to release. Release. Let it go. It's voice was so soothing, soft, and at that same time so...frightening. Foreign. Untrustworthy. Deceptive. But Darren found himself unable to stop himself from listening to it. His legs began to move on its own, fearful that he might lose sight of that voice, that figure. Carol. He could hear the other voices subsiding as he neared the door, drowning away as he gave them his shoulder...but only for a little bit. So he closed the door. It wasn't over yet. They would have some privacy, and it could be applicable to raise his voice if need be. He approached her again, standing close enough to smell her, to feel that reverberating energy, like static, ticking between their skin if they ever dared to touch. I hope that proved my point, Darren said, lacing his words with contempt. He was on his lunch break anyway. Professionalism was out the window at this point. You're very difficult to work with, and I think we could benefit if we could be civil about getting to the root of this.
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Carol's eyes narrowed, creases showing slightly at the bridge of her nose and the centre of her forehead. What point was that? she asked plainly and listened as he spoke. You've known me for less than one business day and already you know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I'm very difficult to work with. Taking a deep breath, she stood her ground and looked at him, nose almost touching his. Let him breathe her in, let him taste her on the very air around them. Her arousal was still so very close, a few scant moments away from fruition. And your getting to the root of what, exactly? Her eyes were so close, and her breath tickled his face. You seem to have drawn many conclusions about me without even asking a single question. Having imperceptively moved forward, her breasts rested against his chest gently. There was fabric between them, but her lab coat and blazer were hanging loosely, her bra and blouse the thin layers between her and full exposure. Please... Her eyes glittered and her voice had an edge to it, Enlighten me.
Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

She was right. Goddammit, she was always right. Perhaps she made it seem she was always right, though. He hadn't asked her very many questions, but instead, liked to dive straight into picking fights with her fights that he seemed to enjoy losing. He swallowed when he felt the tip of her thick breasts coming into brief contact with his chest. And by God, she had a large bust. Darren wiped the thought away. If she pressed herself in further, she might have felt the thickening bulge between his legs. This was not happening... D-do I even need to ask? He stammered a bit, frantically finding words. You're disrespectful, a-arrogant, and simply unfair. Somehow, he felt like he was just throwing random words out from a barrel. Those are qualities that would undermine your effectiveness as a manager. As he finished, he was almost intoxicated by her sheer presence, let alone their dangerous distance. He could almost feel her lips against his as he spoke, and her eyes were icy daggers, penetrating him. He maintained his stance, though, anticipating what she'd say next.
Thread: [SurixFin] Changed Policy

Adam made his way into the auditorium and found a seat in the middle of the crowd. It was the start of a new year, and there was a lot of hype about the new head master and his policy changes. The changes were kept secret however, most of the female faculty seemed pretty perturbed about the change. He could only guess at the unknown. It was almost time for it to start. There was an open seat to his left and almost everyone had arrived.
Thread: [SurixFin] Changed Policy

Sara entered the auditorium, taking a seat in the stands with her friends. She knew their former headmistress had retired and that someone would be taking her place this year, and was wondering what she was like. Looking toward the stage, she saw the male sitting among the rest of the faculty, all of whom were female, except the single male. It had her curious, and also a little afraid. Her parents had sent her to this school because there weren't any boys here, and she wasn't sure how they would react to finding out the school would be run by a man.
Thread: [SurixFin] Changed Policy

Oh! Was I playing the headmaster or a student?
Thread: [SurixFin] Changed Policy

you were playing the headmaster, I thought?
Thread: [SurixFin] Changed Policy

I can do that, cept I am a real life female XD
Thread: [SurixFin] Changed Policy

Maybe a bump will help you post faster.