Nah

You stand up and tell him with mock sincerity that he doesn't have what you're looking for. He sits on the desk, wallowing in a puddle of your combined juices, naked. He is confused

"I... I don't understand. What the fuck just happened?"

You wonder if you should have given him a chance, but you don't dwell on it long. You tell him he just doesn't have the skills required for the position. He looks angry for a moment, as if he has something to say, but his face quickly shows his resignation before he silently snatches up his clothes. He dresses quickly without cleaning himself and leaves large wet patches throughout his outfit as he hurries out.

You, on the other hand, need to get ready for your next interview. He could be here at any time. You take evacuate the little sperm that remains in side of you before cleaning up and redressing. By the time the next knock at the door comes, you're fresher and cleaner than Outkast.

You take your seat cross legged at the edge of your desk.