MAKING MOVIESLauren usually loved the firm’s Christmas bash. The food was good, the drinks were flowing, and her fellow employees cut loose — even the notoriously uptight CEO Jillian.
And the previous two years, once everyone had gotten thoroughly plowed, she’d dragged Ray off, and they’d indulged in a particularly sweaty, particularly spectacular f**k.
The first time, two years before, they’d started making out in the hallway outside the bathrooms, when Glynna, the firm’s controller, had stepped out, rolled her eyes at them and snarked, as always, “Get a f*****g room.”
And so, giggling, they had done just that: they’d snuck into Jillian’s office. There, Ray had pressed her face-first into the boss’s whiteboard, lifted the back of her dress, and f****d her until they were both screaming
