Quit fucking around and get dressed

The man in your office has again stopped thrusting in panic. You reluctantly stand up as you feel his cock slide out of you. You apologize and tell him that you have an important client to see. You clean yourself up while he fixes his clothes.

"I see... well thanks... I guess. Could I, maybe, get your number, I—"

You interrupt him with a kiss on the cheek and then scramble to cinch your tight pants over your ass and scream at the person at the door to wait a minute. As the man grabs his jacket you prance up behind him and wish him luck. As he exits, you take your previous station in front of the desk and don a bright, friendly smile to greet your next interviewee.