Send Daryll home

You scream for the man at the door to wait.

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 distraught

"I... I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

You feel some regret, not for his feelings, but for disposing of someone so malleable. You tell him he just doesn't have the skills required for the position. He sulks 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 hurries out.

You, on the other hand, need to get ready for your next interview. You take evacuate the little sperm that remains inside of you before cleaning up and redressing. You're not exactly feeling fresh, but it will do.

You take your seat cross legged at the edge of your desk and invite your next interview in.