Hop on the desk and spread for him

You hurdle your desk, sitting on the edge facing him with a girlish laugh. He recoils and grips the arm rests of his chair tightly. You kick off your orange platform shoes and scramble out of your tight pinstriped pants.

"Uhhh..." he said, looking nervously to each side.

Summoning your childhood gymnastics skills, you spread your legs over your head and grab the ankles. The opaque patch on your orange thong now stares out at him. You tell him you're just as hot on the inside.

"Is... is this part of the interview?"

You tell him that just because he's interviewing for a job doesn't mean he can't have some fun while he's here.

"So... I get the job if we...uh do that, I guess?,"

You tell him you need to make sure he's fit to be your very personal assistant.

He stares at your crotch for a moment in disbelief before shaking himself out of his dream.

"No way... no that can't... I have, uh, go now, I think" he says and marches out the door, opening it as slightly as possible to keep your nudity hidden.

You aren't surprised he ran off. You came on really fucking strong. You do that sometimes. Still, beautiful as you are, you aren't used to rejection, but you don't let it bother you for long. You've got more appointments today, and it's best to stay positive.

Your next interview isn't for 20 minutes, time enough to rub out a quickie. Lord knows you're already dressed for it.