The coffee shop was uncharacteristically quiet. Ellie opened Overleaf. She clicked on "Comparative Analysis of Mitochondrial DNA Mutations in Sympatric Populations of Pinus sylvestris and Pinus nigra" and scrolled down to the methods section. A hot Italian couple were chatting away next to her, which would have been distracting if it weren't being eclipsed by the vibrator in her pussy. It was extremely humid outside, and she was hoping for a thunderstorm as soon as possible to clear the air, and hopefully mask any pesky vibrator sounds.
She hovered her cursor over the offending sentence: "In order to facilitate the extraction of high-quality mitochondrial DNA from the collected needle samples of both Pinus sylvestris and Pinus nigra specimens, we utilized a modified version of the cetyl trimethylammonium bromide (CTAB) protocol". How many times did she need to remind Riccardo? Keep your writing clear and concise, and never say "utilized" when "use" works perfectly well. She right clicked to add a comment, but as she was about to type the Lush increased in strength.
She frowned, the corrections she wanted to make fizzling out as the vibe moved up and down in power level. She bit her lip slightly and started typing "Too wordy, also always say use instead of utilize". The lush ticked up in strength again, making an audible buzzing sound. The Italian guy glanced over, confused. "Stop it" she texted A. The response came back quickly: an angel emoji. The Lush started swinging between about half power and close to the max level.
She exhaled sharply, gripping the sides of the chair. She really shouldn't have been so stubborn. But she was normally pretty productive during the Thursday night Lush sessions. Tonight was extra hard because 1) A was being uncharacteristically playful with the settings, and 2) she hadn't been fucked in days because of the paper writing crunch. Embarrassing as it was, she needed A to tone it down. "Sir, I can't write with the Lush on high settings" she texted. The vibe continued to buzz.
"Uh huh. That's a shame." came the response. The Lush rested on something close to the highest setting for what felt like an age. Pinus nigra felt like a distant memory. She let out a tiny groan and fiddled with the hem of her tiny corduroy skirt, wishing she could fuck herself there and then. She gathered herself and texted "I mean it. I've got to get this damn paper dealt with :(".
"If you're too much of a whore to write like this, send me a voice note saying so." She winced, and immediately stood up to get to the bathroom. She caught the Italian guy glancing over at her as she waddled across the room, taking tiny steps to avoid disrupting the Lush. She smiled at him and adjusted her neckline. If she didn't have this deadline she would have definitely tried to flirt with them. It was a private bathroom, thank god, so she was less worried about the persistent buzzing. She sat on the toilet and started recording a note.
"A, you're totally right, I'm too much of a slut to think about molecular ecology, so can you turn down this stupid... " actually, maybe demanding anything wouldn't help matters. "I just mean, I'll be such a good little fucktoy once this writing is done, you can use me however you want, whenever you want, you can..." the vibe turned up once again and her mind went blank briefly. The voice note will just have to have five seconds of silence. "... I'm a dirty little whore who can't do anything sensible when I'm played with, OK? I'm a dirty little whore... I am a... Jesus, you get the picture A!" she trailed off and stopped recording, hoping she'd done enough.
Texts came through in quick succession.
"There's a good fucktoy. I'll let you off in a minute."
"Remember no touching yourself unless I give you permission"
"And the next session is going to be much worse since you're skimping on this one"
"I bet you're desperate for my hard cock to be inside you right now"
