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Decadence

Decadence

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May 1, 2010
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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?
 
Crisp white lab coat which appeared to be not only pressed, but damn well starched, clung to a shapely form. Carol Tanaka sat in her new desk which smelled lightly of pine and lemon and had everything set upon in exactness. It was almost as though it had been placed both for efficiency and aesthetics.

Her hair was fine, black and hung in a bob that accented her high cheek bones. Deep brown eyes were inset widely, and her fine features perfectly balanced with the pertness of her nose. Her skin was a creamy white; pale most probably from a lack of direct sunlight, but certainly not pasty. Her calf was crossed delicately over her shin, and she was deep in thought. A pen, not often used, but a constant with her, sat against her lips, slightly rouged with natural colour.

She was the picture of command; she was used to be listened to, respected… and obeyed. Her word? Was law. She kept everything humming, and with her 3 years of management, she not only talked the talk, she walked it as well. Looking up, she took note of the lapel of her assistant, eyes narrowing and spotting that piece of lint blatantly clinging to it. One snap of her fingers brought Lena forward and dextrous fingers removed the offending object before waving her back.

“Did they tell you WHY this Darren…” she took a glance at the file folder once more, old school in her book was a good way to reference some things…” Sawa was transferred HERE?” Personal information was on display. Recommendations. Reprimands. He was capable, but had an attitude problem. Or so it said. She wondered why the man was basically coming there to HER lab. What had the superiors got in mind? Lena shook her head briefly, waiting patiently for Carol to speak. She had learned that doing so out of turn could be… difficult.

All Carol knew was that she had not fast-tracked through school, and dedicated her life to rising through the ranks in order to kowtow to a MAN. And one that had an eye on her job, to be sure. “Tea, Lena,” she said and nodded. Lena knew what Carol wanted, and how she wanted it. It was a relief, to be sure. Knowing her place and actually thriving within it. It was truly a comfort to her that she could be spare of language and all intent. Soothing…

She would meet him this morning before he began, and used the small mirror in her desk to check that she had nothing out of place. After all, it would be a poor first impression if she did not put her best foot forward while she expected each person working for her to do so.

Closing her eyes, she steepled her fingers and breathed in deeply. Inhaling the good energy in. Exhaling the bad energy out. Chest rising and falling within her deep pink silken blouse. She wore a black, pinstriped linen suit, tailored jacket clinging and accenting her smaller waist and larger breasts, meeting the pencil skirt with a fabric kiss. The thin pattern was lightly discerned beneath her labcoat, following each curve of her with almost vigilant dedication. Her shoes were the same black, lower pumps functional yet still flattering to her figure and the entire ensemble.

What she meditated on was her capability, her unwavering strength and her desire to maintain control. Without the concern of gender. Without the classic role expectation, because she would not, did not, fit into that category. To show that complete flouting of the stereotype, she was considering… options… But now was not the time to consider.

Now was the time to ‘meet the new guy’. Opening her eyes, she glanced at her wrist watch, verifying the time on her desk top as well. Lena came to the door at precisely 9:00 AM and Carol nodded. “Give me 8 minutes. And then send him in.”

Enough to let him wait and understand what it was going to be like in this office, how important he may be to the entire team, and most importantly, who was in charge.

Sipping her tea, she listened to soothing music and let the time march on. Finally, just before Lena got him, Carol spread his file across her desk in neat disarray, and she opened her desk top, responding to an email. As she saw him approach, she stood. Although 5’7”, her heels made her 5’10” and she looked across her desk, directly into his eyes.

“Carol Tanaka,” she said easily and extended a hand. “Welcome to my lab.”
 
Darren glanced at his watch, then looked around. What was this, some kind of test? He strolled around the waiting room by himself, passing time by checking out the walls and marveling how clean everything looked. He'll admit, he was impressed. This facility was not only spotless; it looked well-managed. The guy responsible for all of this must know what he's doing. Perhaps Robert was looking to pair Darren up with a seasoned mentor figure. As insulting as that idea may be, he didn't seem to mind that at all. He could use some more positive male role models in his life.

Just then, the door swung open.

"Darren Sawa?" A young woman's voice asked.

He casually swung around on his heels, hands still in his pockets. "Yes?" He rose his eyebrows at her, smirking.

Her face was stern, but he could tell she was either an assistant of some kind, or a pharmacy tech. She looked rather cute, and it offset the serious tone in her voice. She smiled back at him, albeit momentarily. "Welcome to our branch. We're ready to see you, please follow me." The way she kept her eyes widened and overly professional kind of made him uncomfortable. It looked like she was constantly being monitored for quality assurance.

He glanced at her name tag as he approached her, extending a hand. "Ah, Lena," he said. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Darren Sawa, but I'm sure we've met already."

His silly comment seemed to fish a warm smile out of her. She chuckled to herself, taking his hand nervously. "Well, the pleasure's mine, sir," she said. "But please, we don't have any time to waste. She's expecting you right now."

Darren's smile disappeared. She? "Wait a minute, hold on," he said, scoffing to himself. "You're referring to the head acting pharmacist at this branch?"

"That would be her," Lena replied around her shoulder as she walked him down the hall. "And that would be her office right there, sir." She opened the door for him, gesturing for him to walk through.

He looked through the opened doorway and saw her seated behind her desk. Perhaps if she hadn't been in such a position of power, he would have thought of her as gorgeous. Those curves paralyzing, her steel gaze mesmerizing, and those crossed legs...pillars to a temple. But she was above him; she was in charge, and from the way she looked at him, she was sure unwilling to let go of it all. That was too bad, because Darren was going to do whatever he could to show her that he was more than willing to undermine it all. He kept a confident gaze on her as he approached where she was sitting. She looked short sitting down, but it nearly caused his eyes to widen when he found her staring eye to eye with him as she rose from her seat.

He took her extended hand, gripping it firmly while keeping a steady eye on her. "Darren Sawa," he answered, shaking her hand. He kept his handshake professional--neither too strong, nor too limp but firm and steady. Hm, so she seemed to be Japanese. Weren't the women normally expected to be submissive?

And welcome to her lab? He thought, hearing her say that. "Well that's wonderful, Miss...Tanaka? I'd like for you to show me around."
 
A ripple rolled right up her spine as Darren Sawa introduced himself. Taking the hand equally firmly, she let her finely manicured nails just brush the back of his hand, letting him feel the strength, and the expectation in that grip. Her warm hand settled in his; smaller but certainly not weaker. A superior.

It spoke of her command, her position and her unwillingness to relinquish her position. She liked it on top, and fully intended on being right there. She had him at a disadvantage and somewhere inside of her, she liked that very much. There was the briefest of shifts within her eyes; an appreciation for how he looked, but not for how he held himself. Arrogant. Confrontational.

One word in her vocabulary. Adversary. Her immediate reaction, taking him in fully, was, ‘Delicious.’

“Lena!” Carol called out to her assistant, voice deep and full. She appeared in the doorway as though conjured there. “Darren is ready for the tour.” Not Mr. Sawa, not anything else of great import. Just like saying, ‘the new guy’. Which he was. “I’m sure that my assistant will be able to help you with any questions you have.” Because I’m far too important to waste any more time on YOU.

Lena smiled shyly and stood to one side. “This way, please.” One last glance at Carol who had turned on her heel, showed the shapely curve of her ass, the fine and graceful movement of her hand as it rested on the back of her chair. “Anything else?”

Lena shook her head and looked at Darren. “If nothing else… It’ll be this way. Please.” Her second request was more urgent than the first and she stepped out beginning to walk.
 
He did feel those nails behind his hand. They were more like talons, and he had no idea why he suddenly began to think of her that way. Was he actually intimidated by this woman? They were on equal footing as far as he was concerned--this wasn't a struggle between a lowly intern and a manager, or even a nameless tech and a head doctor. She may be his superior, but they both held Pharm. D's. And besides, she was most likely a different person beneath that tough shell: soft, dependent, and fragile, like most women. He was willing to bet money on the fact that she was completely submissive in bed, eager to surrender her will to a hot-blooded male. Every chick he's met which was like that at first always ended up being the complete opposite after he took a closer look. It was almost a disappointment, really, and he expected no better from this Carol Tanaka.

He raised a finger to her eager assistant, "Lena, could you please hold on?" He then turned to Carol, briefly noticing how fine her ass looked, before giving her a stern gaze. "Excuse me, Miss Tanaka." He was already beginning to grow tired of referring to her that way. He wasn't in school anymore. "Not to mean any disrespect to your assistant, but I was addressing to you when I asked for a tour of this facility."
 
Carol turned on him then, her brown eyes smouldering with something akin to absolutely disdain and she kept the rest of her face serene. "Darren," her voice was as smooth as honey, and Lena stood out in the hallway. "I'm an extremely busy woman, and I appreciate your addressing me, but I simply do NOT have the time to spare." She swept a hand across her desk and smiled patronizingly, thinly veiled as Lena visibly shook.

"This place won't run itself, as well you know." Let him gnaw on that bone for a while. "And in case you have any doubts, when you are speaking to Lena, you're speaking to me." She was tempted to wave her hand to dismiss him, but she relented at the last moment. Outside, her whole demeanour said, who the fuck are you. Inside she was seething. And instead, it said WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? in mile high letters with the blood of Darren and his ancestors sprayed in a swath to coat the base of the T.

"You may know your way around a lab, a Pharmacy and the like, but you've come to the place where the big boys play, and sometimes, if you're very, very lucky, one of those boys is a girl." She smiled again at him.

Then she indicated Lena.

"Now please, my assistant can answer your questions. And if you have anything else to add," or important to say was implied in the pause, "You may come back. Oh and lunch is in the lunchroom on the premises, and at 1:00 PM for lab technicians, researchers and pharmacists."

Lena almost tugged at his arm. "This way, PLEASE, Mr. Sawa." Perhaps MORE respect might encourage him to follow...
 
Your dignity or your job. Your dignity or your job. Your dignity or your job. Darren's dark eyes were widened while his face maintained a somewhat strained cheer, scoffing out a smile. Oh, did he want to lash out at her in return, but he held his tongue. It wouldn't look good starting a fight on the first day, whining about how he was denied a privileged tour by his own boss. He was merely testing the waters, and he found a shark dressed in a lab coat. So for that moment, he was at a loss for words, unable to speak while he listened to her reduce him to a little schoolboy. This had gone too far.

"And I'm taking that you'll be too busy to join the rest of us for lunch, Carol?" He said, beginning to sneer. "But that's fine, since I may drop in a little earlier for a private discussion with you about my thoughts on lab etiquette. I think you'll feel that it may be quite refreshing." As he finished, he nodded to her, keeping his eyes locked on her as he backed towards the doorway with Lena.
 
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...
 
Darren kept silent as Lena administered her tour for him. Wherever they went, he only nodded, taking note while his mind continued to boil over his impression of Carol, his new boss. His heart raced in his chest, and it nearly jack-hammered its way out of his sternum from how rapid it was beating. His palms were sweaty in his hand. Something about this woman disturbed him, and it filled him with a sense of uneasy dread. Once Lena showed him where the restrooms were, he immediately excused himself to make his way inside.

He was relieved to find out that he was alone there. The fluorescent lighting cast a sterile, bright shine over his features. Really, he looked more anemic than anything else. He turned on the faucet, rinsing his clammy hands, wiping his face with both hands, trying to get his mind off Carol and her iron fist. He just couldn't.

Back when he was in High School on the wrestling team, Darren was challenged to a co-ed match by one of the female wrestlers. She wasn't necessarily tough or butch, just more quiet and reserved and was a little below his weight. Darren felt that he could easily take her just because she was a girl and was also a grade below him. Well, they began their match, in front of his entire team, and she immediately pinned him down, rendering him helpless from an effective leg lock. Okay, he thought, as he was being humiliated by her, so she got lucky, and he was merely overestimating her. Second try, same thing, except she had him in a choke hold within seconds. Third time was a struggle, and his mind was so preoccupied by shame, it was hard to focus, and she twisted his arm, nearly breaking it. No matter how hard he tried, he could never get a good hold on her. She was always one step ahead of him. Match after match this went on, until he had to accept the fact that he was simply outmatched by this girl. Darren gave up wrestling after that, and the teasing from his old teammates lasted for years. Yet, despite all of that, in the mix of all of that rage and shame from that afternoon, he would get that same feeling from recalling it, as though it were a rush. Rapid heartbeat, sweaty hands, and...

He crossed his legs, blinking in the mirror. His eyes shifted around nervously, giving himself relief when he confirmed that there was nobody else here to watch him; to judge him. He was beginning to blush. And the solid, rising erection in his pants began to rise, stiffening while it grew warm from the thought of Car--

He sighed hard, shuddering. He washed his hands again, wiping them together vigorously as though he could wash away what he just felt. He couldn't could he? It was a part of him, and he knew it--NO, IT WAS NOT!

His eyes rose to meet his in the mirror.

You got this, Darren. Oh, she's only on top because...okay, maybe she's worked hard to earn it, and so she does deserve it. Respectable, okay. But you're a man, Darren, and you're good at this job. Soon enough, you'll get your shot at being manager, and you can show this bitch that you're a real man who can lead and be a positive example to his community. It's how it should be. The traditional gender roles must return, and Darren was just doing his small part in a much larger struggle to reclaim the glory men once had before they were raised by mom.

But still...still, something in the back of his mind could not agree with this. Darren silenced that odd warmth and turned to face the cold, harsh reality that awaited him outside the door. Hardship. That was what it took to be a real man.
 
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 wasn’t mistaken. As her mouth parted slightly, she found her tongue slipping out to dampen a suddenly dry lower lip, and caught herself. Apparently, he wasn’t 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 façade 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 didn’t 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.

Carol’s 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 company’s 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 couldn’t dismiss her out of turn simply because she didn’t 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.
 
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 mankind 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 11:30, 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.
 
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 11:45 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...
 
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."
 
Carol's fingers were steepled. As Darren gained momentum, she swiped at the desk in front her, a small drop of his saliva having hit it. Slowly, she examined it, as though it were of great interest, even greater than the originator, and then she wiped that fingertip along Darren's lapel. Her eyes were clear, holding his as she did so and now stood, leaning over the desk slightly having crossed that distance.

"Are you quite done?" she asked leaning even closer. Close enough to smell his aftershave. "Are you asking me to deny who I am in order to appease YOU?" she said and smiled. "This has nothing to do with this position, with this lab or even with this facility." Her eyes glittered as she picked him apart with her words. "It has to do with ME." A small tingle almost ran up her spine.

Yes, she thought. He was easily manipulated. But that fire... how perfectly delicious. Her heart thumped lightly in her chest, a small pulse at her throat as she listened. That flush... oh, she felt it beginning in the centre of her fluttering stomach and willed it down, relegated to the hidden depths of her well-tailored and curve-hugging clothing.

A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips as he... was that...? One perfectly coifed eyebrow raised. "Why Darren Sawa," she said with a small wisp of humour. "Are you offering yourself to me? As my..." There was a breath she took before she said the last word... "...mole?" Her hand tucked his tie in, smoothing it down slightly as it had come loose during his explosion.

Leaning forward, she let him smell her perfume, nestled between the valley of her breasts. "Darren," she said and softened her voice slightly. "I run a tight ship because I have to. In case you didn't notice, I'm a woman." Letting a small breath lift her breasts up and then down before him, she finally released him from that proximity. After all, she could feel it too. "I come on strong to begin with so you know that I'm not a pushover."

Turning her back on him to allow for the heat to recede slightly from her as well, she spoke, letting her warm voice ricochet off the back office wall. "I have taken your reactions under advisement. And your request for transfer as conditional." She smiled at this, knowing that he could not see her face, nor understand that playful tease. "After all, a customary probationary period is expected before anything further happens." Turning on her heel, her jacket flared slightly, framing her slight form snugly fit inside of her suit. The twist made her skirt rise slightly and brushed the top of her thigh, fencing with the lacy top of her stay up stockings.

"Anything more might be considered to be impulsive on your part, and that would be quite a blow to your rising career." The words obvious innuendo. Her face showed nothing. But her lips turned up slightly, and her eyes twinkled as she looked at him.

Stepping out from behind her desk, Carol approached Darren with slow, measured steps. Close. So close. Almost touching. The heat of her body a scant hair's breadth away. "Anything else?" she asked. "Because, unless I miss my guess, those were your fifteen minutes." A small hint of promise in her posture, implying, 'on the clock'.

"I'm now at lunch."
 
That unease began to return again. Darren could feel his heart spiking in his chest as her hands casually came in contact with him. The soft touch, light touch, from someone so...powerful, infallible, magnificent. A goddess. His eyes blinked, struggling to remain in control of these unexpected emotions rising like a sudden tsunami, sweeping him away in the riptide of her words. Her voice.

"I...didn't quite say that," he said, letting her fix his tie as his eyes followed her fingers, wandering over the dark line of her cleavage. The fiery demeanor in his voice seemed to disappear. "I said that it would be beneficial for you to listen more instead..."

He could already see strings rising from the top of his hands, and he could feel her manipulating that large cross around, creating a marionette out of him. This woman was dangerous, and Darren was suddenly beginning to feel some real doubt over his abilities to sway her down a notch. But there was more to why he was feeling like such a pushover, and he was refusing to acknowledge it.

He watched her, concentrating all of his resolve towards appearing like everything was under control. It wasn't! It sure damn as hell wasn't. He straightened himself up, sliding his hands into his pockets, feeling the sweat in his palms, slick and overwhelming.

Her perfume was...intoxicating, and its sweet scent ingrained the image of her cleavage in his mind. Usually, Darren was relaxed around women in direct proportion to how submissive and nice they were, but Carol was something else. It was like being in a cage with a Bengal tiger. He nodded to her while he noticed her chest lift from the corner of his dark eyes. He remained still, stiff almost while she rose from her seat, leaving him with her cold shoulder, teasing him with a twist of her hip, as she declared his sentence.

Then she said, 'blow', and judging from the way she said it, Darren wasn't thinking about blunt objects and bruising. Then he saw the smirk, and it nearly made him want to back out of there, confused, angry...with an erection.

He continued to listen, allowing her to spell out his fate while he noticed her nearing him again, staring eye to eye. Those high cheekbones; those crystal, Japanese features. Her steps were deliberate, and he could almost imagine her hands all over him, twisting and subduing him like that girl in the High School wrestling team. He swallowed, feeling the spit crawling down his throat, straining to make its way down its esophageal lining.

And then it was time to leave.

Darren blinked, noticing his fifteen minutes were up. He had no idea that his time was gone. He swept his bangs from his face, sighing. Some of his stubble scratched against his skin. "No, there's nothing else," he said, disappointed that none of this fell into his favor, but instead, backfired. "Enjoy your lunch," he finished, gazing at her with his dark eyes. It really was futile to win, wasn't it. Then again, did he really have a goal here besides visiting her to be put in his place? Somehow he realized that he didn't, and that tomorrow would be another day...and another visit. He turned around, stepping out of her office to continue working.
 
A small look of disappointment passed over Carol’s 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 didn’t 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! I’ll 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...
 
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.
 
Lunch was interesting. Initially, Carol went down to the research area of the lab and gave her DNA for a full profile workup. It wouldn’t be long, she knew, and they, after reviewing her paperwork and extensively examining her to her great pleasure, they gave her the injection. Blinking a little, she realized that very little time had passed relatively speaking. She still had the balance of lunch.

But, she had to be observed… at least that’s what they called it.

Her lace panties were folded with her finely pressed linen skirt; they were placed together on one side. Carol’s legs were spread wide as one assistant observed her reactions, and tested her clitoral response. “Nothing yet, Doctor,” was the answer, and then… there was a warm flush, like liquid joy that rushed through her. It sought a common level, almost like an inner water table, and it found its place as the assistant watched. Peaking, as though with a sudden rush, her clit tingled with it, and she gasped a little. Her cheeks had a fine blush across them, and she felt the clinical prodding at her hardening nub.

“There, Doctor, the injection is a success.” One thumb stroked across it gently, watching her shudder as Carol looked up at the nurse. “Your treatment, Ms. Tanaka, will provide you with a fully functional penis. You will still keep all of your other body parts, however, you will have this additional appendage, and it will…” she sought for a clinical way to describe it as she continued to lazily touch Carol’s clit… “store easily and without detection. Until you need it, of course.”

That pleasure coiled through her and she nodded. “Yeeeesssss… I understand…” Carol’s hips circled gently and the assistant explained quite simply, “Stimulation is required. To assist the sensitivity and of course, to check on the growth. It will take a bit, Ms. Tanaka, but I believe that you will find with increased stimulation, that it will help everything to go more smoothly.” Carol tried to nod, but that feeling, so much more than it had been before, rolled up and over her and she panted. “Your first orgasm should be quite intense,” said the assistant, curling fingers inside of her pussy as the other hand caressed her clit.

“No kidding…” Carol said through clenched teeth, the gentle touch almost dizzying. But it was better to be in a controlled environment. And to scream here than in that small little lunchroom. After all, she might have some people come and try to help her. She chuckled a little at the thought before the desire caught her in its vice and dragged her quickly up to meet it. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Her hips bucked, and she almost doubled over with the pleasure. Her nipples hardened inside of her matching bra, her jacket and blouse doing very little to hide those points pressing hard and needy against the fabric.

The release was sharp and demanding, that pleasure rolling on and on through her and she screamed. The assistant kept up the stimulation until the rocking seemed to slow and then, she withdrew her fingers. “I did warn you, Ms. Tanaka,” she said quietly.

“That you did,” she panted and let everything slowly come back to normal. “I think… I think I’ll be all right. I’ve got some more time before the end of lunch, so I should be good to get back and finish off the day.” It was eerie how the assistant was completely neutral, but Carol found it vaguely soothing. She took the towel she was given, slightly warm and scented, and wiped herself meticulously, willing that new sensation down. Now that she knew what it felt like, she could counteract some of its effects.

Dressing, she adjusted her hips, feeling the gentle touch pressing her receding clit and she sighed. Stepping into her skirt, she shimmied it back on and then smoothed each small crease out, using fingertips and then finally, after looking at herself in the mirror, she brushed that stray hair back into place and the light flush still tingeing her cheeks would definitely dissipate by the time lunch time was over. “Thank you everyone. Same time next week to check on my progress…”

The staccato clicking of her heels could be heard down the hall, even through the lightly carpeted corridors. Lena was standing at the office door. “You weren’t here,” she said quietly, and put a thumb over her shoulder. Mouthing, ‘He’s Back’, she said and Carol’s eyebrow raised as she leaned over to one side. There he was indeed. Lena looked at her. “What have you been doing?” Lena asked just as quietly. “You’re flushed…”

Pushing by Lena, Carol Tanaka stepped resolutely into her office. It didn’t matter how flushed she was. “Darren,” she said, tone clipped and professional. “You did say there was nothing else, a scant hour ago. I do trust that nothing untoward happened between then and now…”
 
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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
"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...
 
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."
 
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."
 
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.
 
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