Compromise

You hang up the phone and walk behind your desk, pushing your large leather office chair out of the way with your foot. You waggle a finger and the kid follows. You direct him into the cavernous space beneath your large wooden desk. He hesitates, but you insist you need to get some work done and promise he'll enjoy himself.

"Well... I guess," he says. You can see his erection straining against his fly as he awkwardly crams himself under your desk. You hike your skirt up, sit in the chair, and slide it in front of his tomb. There is a knock at the door. You yell for your next interview to come in before barking at the man under your desk to get to work. There is a tepid poking at your labia as the door opens as a young mousey brunette comes in.