You tell him it's a recording of you pretending he was fucking you

"Did... did you like it?" you ask hesitantly, an idea forming in your mind. It's crass, but you've heard that some girls do it for their boyfriend so you plunge ahead. "I recorded it for you."

"You... you recorded you.... doing..."

"I... masturbated and recorded it," you lie. "I meant to video-tape it but I suppose I did it wrong."

"You..."

Gulping you nod as if he could see you. "I pretended you were with me. I... missed you terribly," you say, which isn't an outright lie, since you've yet to cum with him.

"I see!" he says, sounding both relieved and.... excited? Could your boyfriend like this?

"Do you know how to turn on the video now?" he asks.

"I... yes, I think so, you say, rolling over to your front, forgetting again that you're lying in a puddle of wood oil.

"Are you naked?"

"I... uh, no."

"Take your clothes off before you turn on the video."

"B... but...." Looking around you wonder how he'll react if he sees you in a closet.

"Play along Jenny. Please?" he asks, sounding so **** you reluctantly put the phone on a dry bag and, slipping and sliding, wriggle your way out of your pleated skirt and shirt, folding the two neatly as if it would make up for the oil saturating them.

Sighing, on your hands and knees, you reach for the phone, finding the option for video before putting it atop your clothes, which you move beneath your face.

Before you can click the icon you hear the door open behind you.

"Get your fucktoy ready and put the video on now, Jenny, I want to see you as I fuck you," Jacob says, sounding breathless with excitement, unaware that you, naked and oil covered, have just been discovered in a janitor's closet on your hands and knees.