Corporate Punishment

The presentation

Monday morning, he got access to the conference room where he tested out the equipment. Making sure that everything worked, he ran through the presentation one last time. Happy with everything, Sam was ready for his presentation.

Sam had just finished checking the setup again when he heard the familiar click, click of his boss's heels on the tile floor. He could also discern at least two other sets of heels.

"Ah, Sam. I'm glad you are here already."

Sam turns around. "Of course, Ms. Wallace. I'm ready to start." His boss was dressed in her normal style of a tight white blouse with an open neck and a dark blue pencil skirt that came just above her knee. Today she added a matching blue blazer to the outfit, hose, and black stiletto heels.

She turns to introduce Whitney Lawrenceson and Sam feels the air leave his lungs. She looks like a supermodel to him; standing an inch taller than him in her five-inch heels. Her skirt was shorter than current fashion, but it emphasized her long, slender legs. The filmy white shirt hung loosely, but the neckline plunged so low it was obvious with the slightest glance that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her makeup looked expertly done and the only thing that shined more than her dark red lips was her hazel eyes.

Behind Ms. Lawrenceson was another woman. He didn't get to see much of her face initially as her head was hanging down and her wavy dark brown hair was covering her face. She wore what seemed like a frumpy outfit of a long pleated red skirt, with a loose fitting white top. He also noted that she wore very low heels, maybe an inch high at the most. The differences between her and the other two women were quite striking.

Since they did not introduce him to her, he walked up to where she was sitting and held out his hand to introduce himself. The shock on her face was clear when she shook his hand and said that she was Ms. Lawrenceson's assistant, Martha. She didn't seem to wear any makeup that Sam could discern, but her eyes were deep blue and he felt like he could lose himself in them.

He opened the water at his seat and took a quick drink. All the practicing saved him as he dropped into the pattern.

During the presentation, he noticed a movement from where Ms. Lawrenceson was sitting. His heart skipped a beat and his penis reacted to her crossing her legs, the skirt shifting higher. He tore his eyes away only to briefly focus on the bare skin between what he assumed to be small, perky breasts.

Forcing his mind back on track, he hoped no one noticed the slight bulge in his pants. Thankfully, it seemed to go away quickly as he continued on with the presentation. Once his part was done, Ms. Lawrenceson asked questions about the marketing proposal, most of which he could answer easily, while Ms. Wallace filled in the gaps.

In what he thought was record time, the meeting was over. Ms. Lawrenceson stood and smiled, Sam's heart skipping a beat again. "Thank you Sam. Your review and insight of the project helped me a lot." They shook hands and his cock hardened again.

"I'm glad I could ease your mind and clear up those few questions. I hope your flight back is smooth".

As the room emptied, Ms. Wallace smiled and gave him a thumbs up. If she noticed the tent in his pants, she gave no sign. He stayed and cleaned the conference room and got a text that since he did well that he could leave early.