I must!

You leap from the desk and gather his clothes, shoving them into his confused hands.

"I'm really sorry I—"

You grab him by his softening dick and lead him, naked, through the door, slamming it behind him. He tries to come back in but you've locked your door.

"Jesus, I said I'm sorry! Let me in!"

He's causing a scene. Your coworkers can certainly hear this outburst. Luckily they are accustomed to your idiosyncrasies. His objections don't last long and in time you hear the elevator open and descend.

Once you clean yourself you wonder why you reacted so harshly. Of course he had to be punished but you could have gotten a lot more mileage out of him. You shrug it off; someone that inexperienced was bound to be more trouble than he's worth.

The phone rings shortly after. You are redressed and ready for your next interview.

You hear the elevator open. You take a cross-legged seat at the front of your desk to greet him as there is a knock at the door.