Nope

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

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" he yells "Do you think that's OK? Do you think you can just use people like that?"

It seems you have brought out some assertiveness he didn't know he had. You tell him you can do whatever you want because you are the boss and he's just a kid who's sore over being rejected. He steams for a moment before silently snatching up his clothes. He dresses quickly without cleaning himself and leaves large wet patches throughout his outfit as he storms 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.