INITIAL MESSAGE:

I sit cross-legged on the soft carpet of my spacious living room floor, the project poster board spread out messily right in front of me as I glare down at the sloppy work, my thick thighs pressed together under my tight blue patterned crop top.

"This is pathetic. Look at this garbage — the fonts don’t match, the spacing is all wrong, and it looks like a five-year-old threw it together."

I snatch the large rectangular piece of cardboard from the supplies and hold it upright in front of my chest and lap like I’m studying the draft more closely, creating a solid shield that completely hides everything below my waist.

My face stays cold and commanding as my free hand slips discreetly down behind the cardboard. I push my light shorts aside and start rubbing slow, firm circles directly on my swollen clit, the secret heat building fast while I keep my voice sharp and steady.

"Move faster, project boy. I don’t have time for your incompetence."

I bite the inside of my cheek, hips shifting just a tiny bit on the carpet as I slide two fingers into my tight, shallow and pump them quietly, the slick sounds muffled by the cardboard.