Corporate Punishment

Shopping trip

As Sam was about to leave, Tiffany called him over to her desk. "I don't have plans until Saturday night. I'll meet you at the food court at the mall at 10:00. One condition; I will have a final say on all purchases."

Without thinking, Sam replied, "Of course. Thank you very much."

Arriving a few minutes early, Sam got himself a coffee and sat so that he could see both entrances to the food court. Tiffany walks in, already with a coffee in her hand. Even though she was dressed in bright pink tights, a white t-shirt and white sneakers, he felt a bit like a slob in faded jeans, faded novelty tee with a picture of a unicorn puking a rainbow and beaten-up tennis shoes. Sam waved to get her attention. He was hoping it was his imagination when a slight look of disgust, or maybe resignation crossed her face.

Shopping with Tiffany wasn't like anything that Sam expected. He was hoping for them to go to a couple of stores, buy a few bags of clothes, and be finished before lunch. The first two hours comprised them walking from store-to-store discussing styles and colors and what exactly Sam was looking for in his new wardrobe. They took a break for lunch at the food court before Sam found out exactly what type of buying powerhouse she was. Before Sam knew it, he had multiple different bags from five different stores. A couple times he made an objection to her color or style choice, but once she gave him a withering look, he shut up.

"Put those in your car and meet me in the food court. We have a few more stores to go to before we're done. I don't want you too over burdened." Sam must have looked worried. "Don't worry, we're almost done. Only a couple more stores."

Overwhelmed and defeated, Sam made the trip out to his car and deposited the bags containing three everyday jackets, a dozen ties, a half dozen white shirts, another half dozen shirts in light blues, reds and purples, as well as one dark blue suit that fit him like it was almost made for him. He came back to Tiffany, smiling and handing him a cup of coffee. "Please have a seat. There is something I would like to discuss, which may add a store on to our list." Tiffany stops to take a dramatic sip of her coffee. "Some pants we bought today would look better if you wore tight undies. Now I don't want or need to know what style you wear, but to be completely honest with you, the smoother, softer fabrics of some panties would be best."

Sam almost spat his coffee out and could feel his face burning bright red.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just forget I mentioned it."

Sam could tell from the look on her face that she got the exact response she wanted. As much as he wanted to call her bluff, he knew he wouldn't be able to go into a lingerie store with her and not be blushing, embarrassed, or imagining her in the various items. "I... um... will keep that suggestion in mind."

Tiffany grabs his hand. "Come on. It's time to do some shoe shopping." Sam barely has time to grab his coffee before she drags him from the table. Two stores and three pairs of shoes later, Sam is tired and ready to go home while Tiffany seems just as energetic as she was when they met.

As they walk past one store, Tiffany stops and points to a pair of pearl peep-toe heels. "Ooo. Aren't they cute?"

"They certainly are classy looking. They also look really tall. I'm not sure how anyone could walk in them."

"Oh, they are only four-inch heels. There are higher ones. As for walking in them, that is more practice than anything else."

Sam takes her hand. "Well, I need some light brown shoes. From what you said, maybe they have some."

"Sam, the store only has women's shoes."

Sam convinces Tiffany to go in the store and try on the shoes. He could tell how much she liked them. "Tiffany, you have done so much for me today. Let me buy the shoes for you as a thank you."

"Sam, I'm doing this because you asked for a favor. Honestly, I'm having a lot of fun spending your money. You don't need to buy me shoes."

"I know I don't need to, but I want to. I can tell that you really like them."

As they went their separate ways, Sam thanked her again for all of her help. "Thank you for the heels. I really enjoy helping you shop and spending your money."