Corporate Punishment

It's a trap

Thursday night, Sam wanted to get away from the bar and the noise in the lobby, so he puts on his swim trunks and heads to the pool. After a couple laps, he settles in the hot tub with his phone. He cringes as he hears Sally behind him.

"Careful that you don't drop the phone in the water."

Sam opens the voice recorder and goes back to his twitter feed. "It's waterproof." He looks up as Sally steps in the hottub and his jaw almost drops. She is wearing what someone could barely consider a one-piece white bathing suit. The top clenched her breast in place, like a sports bra, and the bottoms were high cut on her hips. The two pieces connected by a mesh of narrow strips of fabric that left most of her belly uncovered. Sam never thought that she had many curves, but the bathing suit accentuated her body.

"Do you like it? I bought it before we left, and it is the first time I am brave enough to wear it."

Sam tries to think of something that is complementary, but not flirtatious. "It is flattering." Sam focuses back on his phone. He can see her slip down and stretch out in the water, her head resting on the edge. For once on this trip, he was glad he was in constant lockdown.

He feels her foot slide along his leg. "Oh, is that you? Sorry, I didn't realize I stretched out that far." She doesn't move her foot, so Sam shifts away from her. "Aww. You don't have to be like that. I won't bite, unless you want me to."

"There is plenty of room, and I didn't want you to feel cramped."

"What are you reading?"

"Just catching up on my twitter feed."

"I bet it is dirty, being a young man and all."

"That is inappropriate, and it is not dirty."

Her foot slides against his leg again. "You can tell me. It is just the two of us. We should get to know each other better."

"No offense Sally, but I try not to mix business and personal relationships."

Sally slides beside him. "You know, having good friends at work can really help you out." She runs a finger down his forearm. "I'm sure that if we get really close that we could help each other out, in many ways."

Sam looks at her. "I'm not sure what I have to offer you."

Seeing an opening, Sally presses against him. "Well, you may not have a lot of experience, but I'm sure your enthusiasm would make up for it."

Sam can feel the conversation making a turn. "Sally, do you really need to be pressed against me like that?"

Sally purrs. "What's the matter? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"A bit, yes. Having your breast pressing against my arm is really pushing the professional boundary."

"I can move away if you really want me to. Besides, it is after hours and we are in a hot tub. We could make it hotter."

"Sally, please move away from me. I only wish for a professional relationship with you."

Sally shifts away slightly. "That is not the way to make friends at work. The type of friends that can make things a lot easier for you."

Sam waits a heartbeat to make it look like he was thinking. "I may be young and naïve, but I want my work to speak for itself and get my reputation that way."

Sam can tell that Sally is getting to the end of her rope. "Look Sam, I can't tell if you are being dense on purpose or not. If you provide me a service only a guy can, I can make sure that you will get a glowing report to Macy when we get back."

"Sally, I will have to decline."

Sally gets up and wraps a towel around her. "Your loss. Have a good night Sam."

Sam watches her walk away, his locked cock straining. He had no clue what she would say if she saw his cage, but he was sure that wouldn't end well, no matter how well he pleased her. He stops the recording on his phone and sends it to his cloud storage.