Keep right on schlicking

They can wait. You have needs. You massage your clit faster and faster, and the warmth of impending orgasm wells up inside you. You yank down your thong and whip your hand back and forth across your sopping vulva like an out of control windshield wiper. Your juices splatter in every direction, and you moan impatiently as your pleasure grows. You are on the verge.

There is a gentle knock at the door. You try to tell them to hold on but orgasm grips you as your mouth opens, and you only manage a "hold" and a scream.

The door opens and the small brunette girl who enters is treated to the sight of your bare quivering snatch. You try to smile but the spasms of climax contort your facial muscles into a very unwelcoming expression.

"Oh my god!" she screams and slams the door shut. You try to follow her but collapse in front of your desk from unexpectedly weak knees. Before you can get yourself together you hear the elevator close. She is gone.

Your orgasm was surprisingly strong. You are something of an exhibitionist though it's not a fetish you've gotten the opportunity to explore that often.

You console yourself at your failure by reminding yourself that a girl so prudish would likely not have made a good assistant. Besides, as much as you love fucking girls, they are definitely less reliable as fuck buddies, and are rarely capable of hitting all the spots you want satisfied.

You also have the benefit of a 45 minute window before your next interview. You are pretty content at the moment so you clean up your mess, redress yourself, and settle in to get some much needed work done.