I have time to masturbate

You bemoan your lack of will power as you stand to unfasten yourself. Proper masturbation without ruining your outfit requires removing the whole thing. You shimmy out of the tight black dress and hang it in your small closet. You settle your long delicate frame back into your leather office chair and gently rub your stomach. You feel your legs from thigh to foot, stopping at the end to run your fingers between each toe. You spread your legs wide to each side, breathing deeply and focusing on your warming sex.

You decide you don't really have time to masturbate properly and reach for the small egg vibrator that you'd already used once this morning. It won't be particularly satisfying, but it will tide you over. You slide your black panties all the way off. Just as you feel the first delightful buzz against your labia the phone rings. Your next interviewee is here 15 minutes early. You groan and put the toy back in its drawer.

Before you even slide your panties up, you hear the elevator opening, and a knock at the door. You tell them to wait a moment. You are halfway into your dress when the door opens and a mousey brunette pops her head in and is treated to a glimpse of your fair upper body clothed only in a black bra.

"Oh my god I'm—" She slams the door before she finishes. You think she said "sorry", but can't be sure.

You finish redressing and walk out the door. You find the young girl sitting in the chair stiff as a board and blushing a deep crimson. You tell her to come in and she follows you inside, eyes glued to the floor. Even after you offer her a seat she still is ashamed to look at you. You almost laugh at her shyness. You weren't even naked! You somehow doubt this bashful girl in the floral print skirt is going to be the sexual release you are looking for. If you sent her home right away you'd have plenty of time for a proper self love session.