Menage: Penetrated

I looked at the library around me and smiled. I had finally landed the job I’d wanted, one I imagined I would probably have for some time. I had just graduated a few months ago from college, and, while all of my other friends were struggling, limping through internships at best or not doing anything even remotely related to their major at worst, I was in my career already, at age twenty-four. It was glorious.

This was my first week at...