Chris waited until the week of Christmas before he asked again about my silly Santa fetish. “Were you serious?” he wanted to know. “Anyone in a suit?” Something in the way he asked made me think that he planned on renting one of his cousin’s suits, and I wondered just what I’d do when he came through the door, clomping in big black boots like the jolly old elf himself. But it was the holidays, was it not? A charitable time of the year? Back in college, I’d hooked up with guys I didn’t even remember afterwards. What harm could a little fellatio between co-workers bring? It’d get Chris off with someone other than himself for once in his life and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t like it. I’m all about sucking d**k—for me, it’s better than intercourse. A f**k’s always over too quickly for my
