Transferred, Demoted, to Be Trained
“So, Ryan, Miss Carson tells me you filled my ashtray for her.”
It’s Tuesday, 11:00 a.m. I stand before Executive Vice President Marcy Jenkins, feet parted, hands no longer behind my back but instead on the top of my head like a misbehaving school boy.
I blush. There seems to be much shared information amongst the women of JWW Enterprises. If Ms. Jenkins knows I m*********d and discharged into her ashtray, then she certainly knows of all the details of my enlightening yet humiliating discussion with Miss Carson.
“So, before we talk business, tell me about it... every detail... and how you thought... and most importantly how you felt... being made to perform for a woman.”
Stimulated to rock hardness, Miss Carson utilizing the threatening crop most ad
