He's the Boss

I worked for a nation wide company. I was a mid-level manager in one location. Every few months I would have to meet with corporate management over policy changes, new procedures, costs, and a whole list of things. There was talk of how demanding a specific regional manager could be. As things came to pass one midsummer meeting was scheduled as a golf outing that was to last from a Monday through Sunday evening before everyone would catch flights back home. The event was set at a resort within half an hour of both my home and the plant. I could choose to commute from home each day or treat the week as a get-away and stay at the resort. Since it was close and I would get a non-shared room I talked to my wife about it and she decided she would go as well. It would be a break from the monotony.
So when the time finally arrived we joined the rest of the company hot shots. During the day my wife headed off to her job while I went t meetings and special events meant to break the tension between those meetings. One such event was a golf outing. Someone setup teams for this and each person was assigned a specific foursome, no changes allowed. The idea was to co-mingle everyone from the various corporate locations and from low level to the upper management so everyone got a chance to become acquainted out of the business environment.
There was at least one such event each day. Tuesday I was teamed with Justin an engineer, Corey, a sales manager for the district, and Johnathan, the regional manager with the reputation. Teams were teamed against other teams to compete for small prizes or bonuses if you will. Within each group there was some in betting, farthest drive on a hole. Fewest strokes on another, and the grand challenge was lowest score. I’m not and never was a great golfer, more a hacker. So I did not fair that well.
We were on the fourth tee, everyone was several strokes ahead of me. Johnathan turned t the group and said, “Let’s make this more interesting. What do you say if we say most strokes from the fifth hole to the eighteenth gives the rest head?†I knew I was fucked. There was no way I could hang with them. Four holes in and I’m down seven strokes. Three of the four said it sounded great as it was going to be a long week.
By the fourteenth hole I was getting nothing but ribbing for holding up the rear. I lost. I had no idea if this was an actual bet that would demand payment or just good natured jesting. After the outing and a quick stop at the nineteenth hole for a quick round, we headed to the day’s final meeting and a dinner.
My wife arrived about halfway through the meal. I had saved her a seat. As the meal was winding down, Justin passed by the table and said Johnathan is looking for you. He wants his winnings, and walked away. My wife looked confused and asked, “What winnings?†I tried to down play it and said they were just ribbing me for sucking so bad at golf.
“What was the bet,†she asked. So I told her we were all joking around and it came up that worst score ad to give the rest of the foursome a blow job. I reassured her it was all a good natured joke. She looked somewhat perplexed. I don’t know if she didn’t believe such a bet was made or that it was merely good ole boys ribbing each other.
We finished and headed to our room to enjoy some quiet time together. She hopped in the shower while I chilled on the couch and tried to find something to watch on a hotel tv. A few minutes passes and there came a solid knock on the door that made me jump. When I opened the door Johnathan kind of pushed past me and into the room. “I’m ready for you to pay up,†he stated in a you’ve got no choice tone of voice he was good at as he unbuckled his slacks. I freaked. I did not truly believe they were serious, plus he’s standing in or room while my wife is in the shower, totally unaware someone else is in the room. I went to warn her we had company but was abruptly stopped. In a firm demanding tone Johnathan ordered, “On your knees right now.â€