Maybe just a quick rub

You slide your hand down the front of your orange thong. Rejection had briefly tempered your arousal, but it only takes a second of clitoral prodding to get your juices flowing in earnest. Soon enough your swishing your hand firmly across your sloppy lips and emitting hushed moans as your pleasure grows. You barely hear the phone ring through the pounding in your ears and slap the old fashioned rotary handset off the hook with a frantic wet hand.

Your next interview is on the way up, and you are still a few minutes from relief. You're just horny enough to consider letting her wait. You quickly remind yourself how unprofessional that is which is followed by a second competing reminder that you have never been much of a professional.

Whatever you decide, make it fast. You'll have to start cleaning now if you want to beat her up the elevator.