Hop on the desk and spread for him

You skip back to your desk and sit at the edge, beckoning him with a finger and a girlish laugh. He takes a step forward and stops. 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 remind him that he's not getting the job but suggest that that doesn't mean he can't have some fun while he's here.

"I... I think I should leave," he says and slides out the door, opening it as slightly as possible.

You are stunned and half naked on your desk. 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.