Behind the glitz and the glamour is a web of lust and deception. . . An ambitious young reporter lands her dream job, rubbing shoulders with the whos who of society. But, to get ahead, she has to do things journalism school never prepared her for. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my gasp I couldnt believe what I was seeing. There she was, my features editor and supervisor, looking gorgeous in her little black dress, her thick, wavy locks caressing her shoulders, her generous breasts heaving with passion, drunk out of her mind, nestled in the arms of a man. He pulled her closer into his embrace and they kissed hungrily. I watched as they tore at each other like animals starved for flesh. Before long, the silence of the room was shattered by their voices rising in a wave of sexual ecstasy. I stood there, my mouth open in shock, as our editor-in-chief who also happened to be the son-in-law of the newspapers owner brought our features editor to orgasm. Was fucking the boss the only way up the journalistic chain of command?