Corporate Punishment

Heading back home

Sam returns to the conference room and pulls out his tablet and half watches the trends for the launch as he looks for some place close to have lunch. Lost in his work, a voice startles him.

"Why doesn't it surprise me that I would find you here?" Sam looks up to see Ms. Lawrenceson. "I heard you couldn't get an earlier flight."

"No. Sally got the only seat on the earlier flight."

"I'm about to head out to get lunch. Do you want to join me?"

Sam swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. "That is OK. I was just about to walk down to the sub shop and get something."

"Nonsense. Macy would never let me hear the end of it if I didn't take care of one of her employees when they put in extra effort."

Not seeing a way to get out of it, Sam shuts down his tablet and follows Ms. Lawrenceson to her red corvette. They pull up to a steakhouse. "I enjoy a nice steak to end the week. Normally I would do this for dinner, but this is a special week."

They are sat after a brief wait. Sam was looking for the cheapest item on the expensive menu, but when the waiter arrived, Ms. Lawrenceson ordered them both a filet mignon, asking him how he wanted it cooked. She orders herself a top shelf scotch and then looks to Sam. "Please, order anything. You are technically off the clock."

Sam was about to argue that point with her, but ordered a beer from a local brewery.

"If Sally had stayed around, I would have brought her out for lunch as well. As usual, Macy's team did an amazing job with the launch and I wanted to thank you personally." The waiter returns with their drinks.

Sam feels a bit trapped. He was all too aware of the cage around his cock as he sat across the table from this beautiful, powerful woman. He takes a drink. "I'm glad it went as well as it did. I'm so very sorry about the issue earlier in the week."

"Things never run perfectly smoothly. At least it was easy to get fixed."

They continue to talk as they eat their meals. Sam has to insist that he stops after two beers, while Whitney finishes her third scotch. When they get in her car, she looks at Sam. "You know I am really surprised at how quickly Macy has helped you grow." She places her hand on his knee. "I was really hoping to see that display you provided during the presentation." She squeezes his knee. "Either it wasn't me, or you have learned how to keep things controlled."

Sam is frozen in the seat, trapped between panic and the fear that his cock would break the cage. "I'm really sorry about that crude display during the presentation. It was very unprofessional."

Whitney turns toward him. "Now Sam. It is nothing to worry about. Sometimes things come up. It is just important to not to act on them in an unprofessional manner." She lifts one leg, her skirt riding higher. Sam can't help himself and glances quickly. "Don't worry. I didn't and won't tell Macy about it. I know her and my attitudes on these things can be quite different."

"Thank you. Thank you very much Ms. Lawrenceson."

"Please Whitney is perfectly fine." They get back to the office, and Whitney gets out of the car and smooths her skirt. "We'll be leaving in about an hour and a half to go to the airport."

"We?"

"Yes. I live in that general direction and that way you won't have to expense the ride share."

"There is no need for that Ms. I mean Whitney."

"Sam. That wasn't a request."

Sam nods.

Sensing the impending storm at work, Sam took a few minutes to call the hotel. Fortunately for him, the manager on duty was the same one as the night he checked in. It took him longer to convince them he would not sue for what happened when he checked in than it did to get in touch with the manager to begin with. While they wouldn't release the video of the event, they will email him a copy of the report from the security guard. Sam considered trying to talk to the driver about what he saw in the morning trips, but didn't want to raise any warning flags for Sally that he may be preparing his own defense. Having done all that he can think of here, he half-heartedly watched the trending numbers for the marketing launch until Whitney came to pick him up.

The drive to the airport was quiet as he was afraid to say anything, and Whitney seemed happy to leave him to his own thoughts. He thanks her for the ride. After checking his luggage, he goes to the bathroom and takes the last proof pic of the trip before taking the cage off and putting it in his carry-on. Another beer and a smooth flight gets him home.