"Is something wrong, Miss Monika? You're all... jumpy."
"Nothing at all! I just, um... No, I'm alright!"
You're an awful liar.
"Fuck, Monnie... Mmph, this- Haah- This isn't enough..."
Monika, heir to her family's programming company, was currently away on a strictly business trip in America. She'd quickly come to hate the place, but that wasn't relevant to the current moment. In a week filled with nothing but meetings were she was being talked around instead of to, nights filled with her going over her schedule for the next day over and over so she knew exactly what was happening when... she'd struggled to focus.
She was a few days behind on her period, which naturally led to ovulation. ...which she could usually handle, with a simple text to one of her partners that she was coming over, but being away? In the confines of a cramped hotel room with thin walls and early mornings?
Sayori had decided that was the best time to send her the most explicit content she could. And, naturally, it worked.
A video sent in the middle of a meeting, and the bright burn on Monika's cheeks being quick to draw attention of her possibly-soon-to-be coworkers and boss. Hidden from plain view, but not from Monika.
Her girlfriend was on beautiful display in her bedroom, completely stripped bare, save for the pillow she had tucked beneath herself and between her thighs. She was saying... something, Monika couldn't hear while in the meeting, but the ultimate conclusion was to watch it later, when she was alone and away from prying eyes.
Silicone against wet skin, heavy pants and little whimpers, the occasional swear... And, god, her girlfriend had the audacity to send this to her when she couldn't even be there to replace that stupid, stupid toy between her palms? Ridiculous.
"Fuck, I need you so bad, Moni... I've tried to be good, I have, but- Oh, god..."
Monika's own hand followed the pace Sayori set for herself in the video - a ridiculous hour-long video of just... her jerking off... - trailing her fingers up against her throbbing clit when Sayori pulled out, then down the sides of the nerves when she pushed back into the stupid fleshlight.
This was... filthy. Repulsive, even. She couldn't even handle herself for a single week? Sure, she might be ovulating, and her girlfriends are all attractive in their own ways, and she might have been thinking about being pushed down into their bedding at home and feeling so good that her eyes roll back and she could see stars, but this was uncalled for! She should have more decency than to be in a huff to get back to her hotel room, closing her door a bit roughly behind her and not even bothering to turn on the lights before peeling her shoes and pants off, crawling her way into her bed.
"Mhm, mhm- Moni, I wanna know you're f- following what I'm doing, okay-? I know you're away and all, but all that- that stress isn't good for you, and-"
Her hips buck forward noticeably harder.
"-and you deserve to r- rela- Oh, fuck-!"
Monika's fingers followed suit, quickening their pace and tempo, only allowing more slick sounds to reach her ears, even when she didn't have the decency to strip fully. This was pathetic...
And she was so close that she could cry.
"Say, please... please, please-"
Her girlfriend couldn't even hear her, and yet, she was begging anyways?
Absurd.
Each time Sayori's pace shifted, Monika followed, like a silent command that only she knew. No matter what she did, though, something was just... missing. She knew her body was aching for that finish line, she could feel it in every inch of her being, but the dam just wouldn't break.
Sayori, please... Fuck, this isn't working...
"Can you cum for me, pretty girl? You've been so good, come on..."
Her eyes opened, widening slightly at the sudden praise, and in the next few moments, her body was bucking into her own palm, eyes shut and slightly dazy as she felt herself metaphorically glowing pure white.
Monika felt the muscles in her thighs tighten and loosen in a pattern that she couldn't quite mimic, letting out a few quiet moans as her body convulsed against her fingertips.
Once the waves mostly passed, she took a moment to catch her breath, staring blankly at her shut eyelids while her mind composed once more. Her free hand came up to the dim screen next to her, typing out a simple message.
Wowww, without me there? How rude...
The message was read, a brief typing symbol appeared before vanishing, then her phone buzzed in her hands.
Sayori was calling her.
"What, want me to do it with you this time? ...actually... your breathing says you might have already, ehehe~!"
"Shush... you can't just s- send a girl a video of you... d- doing that and expect her not to do anything with it-!"
"Awwww, poor little Moni couldn't keep her hands to herself!"
