Adaeze

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I heard Adaeze's alarm got off and I finished reading over this last sentence.

"Alright." she stated.
"I'm ready." I clapped.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She shut her laptop.

"Question number one..."
"Wait wait wait..." I interrupted.
"What is it?"
"What happens if one of us ends up fully naked?"
"Then they lost." she answered.
"Oh. Okay."
"Question number one..."
"Wait what do they do if they lose?"
"We will figure that out when we get there. Stay focused." she instructed.
"Right. Okay."
"Question number one...as of this year, how many jobs are there in construction management?"
"Uhhh...Over 500,000."
"Be more exact."
"510,000?"
"505 but I'll let you have it." She started unzipping her jacket then pulled it off.
I mentally cheered.

"Soc code?"
"Shit...11...901."
"No."
"Fuck. What is it?" I stood up.
"11-9021."
I grabbed the collar of my hoodie then pulled it off over my head.

"Who develops occupational employment projects for all states?" she asked.
"LMI."
"Or?" She kicked off a slipper.
"Uhh...Individual state employment project offices."
She kicked off the other slipper.
"What does the acronym LMI stand for?" she asked.
"Labor...Management Information?"
"Nope."
"Shit." I took off a sneaker.
"Labor Market Information." she corrected. "What is the average number of openings for construction managers each year?"
"38,000."
She pulled off a sock.
I mentally cheered again.

I started pacing out of stress.

"List five things a construction manager is in charge of."
"Making sure a project follows legal requirements." I started. "Work with architects and engineers. And...select contractors...and..."
I tried to think. "Respond to problems or emergencies..."

I looked at her. She sat there waiting for a fifth one.

"I can't think of another one..." I admitted.
"Strip."
I sighed and took off the other shoe.
"What's the percentage of self employed workers?"
"30."
"Wrong."
"What?!"
"It's 39."
"Damn." I took off a sock.

"What is a primary reason for the creation of jobs for more contractors?"
"Making more buildings energy efficient!"
She took off the other sock.
All she had left was the dress. And her bra and underwear.

"Which industry has the highest level of employment in this general field?"
"Coal mining?"
"No. Oil and gas extraction."
I took off my other sock.
Now all I had was my shirt and pants. And underwear. We were even.

"Which has the least?" she asked.
"Come on, Daisy!" I groaned.
"This was your idea!" she laughed.
I sighed. "I don't know...is it metal ore mining?"
"Nope. Coal mining."
I rolled my eyes and my hands reached for the collar of my shirt.
I pulled it off over my head then ran my fingers through my hair to fix it.

"I'm starting to like this game..." Adaeze smiled and bit her lip.
"Yea, I bet." I teased.

"What does the OEWS stand for?" she asked. "I hope you get it wrong..." she smiled.
"Occupational employment and wage statistics." I said smugly.

She stared at me as she stood up and started sliding her dress off her shoulders.
I watched her hands. The sleeves were pulled off of her arms.
Her chest came out but it was still hugged in her bra and she pushed the dress down. All the way until it was at her ankles. She stepped out of it and picked it up then tossed it onto her bed.
I could feel my heart was beating faster.

This is the first time I've ever seen her in just underwear. I mean I've had her pussy in my face and I'm still affected by this.
Oh my god she's perfect.
Her bra and underwear matched. They were pink.
I can't breathe.