Quit fucking around and send them up

You tell the receptionist to send the next interviewee up. The man in your office has stopped thrusting out of either confusion of politeness. 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—"

He is interrupted by a knock at the door. You 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 kiss his cheek, wishing 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.