Send this kid on his way

You hop of the desk and walk to the door. You flatly inform him the interview is over. He's stunned at the suddenness and walks to the door. As he reaches for the handle, you rub his neck and tell him you don't think he's a good fit for the position.

"So... that's it?"

As he turns, he comes face to face with your cleavage.

"God damn..." he mutters, already having forgotten about his rejection. Your hand is still on his shoulder and is joined by your opposite hand on his other shoulder.

You tell him goodbye with a callous grin and spin him around by his shoulders. You pat his ass to get him moving and he jumps forward. He turns around in confusion but sees only the door to your office slamming in his face.

You walk back to the mirror to admire yourself. You can do much better than that guy. Still, you are feeling quite unappreciated at the moment and could use a little pick-me-up. You roll up your miniskirt exposing your bare snatch. You bob your hips to each side and sensually rub your golden thighs as you watch yourself in the mirror.

Your next interview isn't for 20 minutes. You've got plenty of time to enjoy yourself. You also have some work you could be doing. Before you can even decide what to do, the receptionist calls to tell you your next interview is on her way up.

You hear the elevator open. You take a cross-legged seat at the front of your desk to greet her as there is a knock at the door.