She's So Rude, Let's Get You Off That Phone

Little Puck arranges the warm towels and oils, keeping the space soft for her newest client, Chloe Surreal. Chloe arrives already speaking into her earpiece, voice tight and clipped, the kind of woman who never switches off. Puck lowers the lights and begins slow, deliberate strokes along her back. Chloe answers another curt email while she lies facedown, breasts pressing into the heated sheets. Puck works deeper, thumbs sliding over tight knots where shoulders meet neck. After a moment she leans close and murmurs for Chloe to hang up. Chloe tenses, then sighs. The call ends. Puck peels the towel lower, revealing the curve of her ass, and kneads until the hard lines of muscle give way. Oil glistens across the spread cheeks. Tension lingers there too; Puck slides fingers between and hears the quick inhale. A sharp pause, then a small surrender. She turns Chloe onto her back, oil trailing down heavy breasts, nipples tightening under light fingertips. The divorce and the company names spill out under that pressure until Chloe’s legs part without thought. Puck slips slick fingers lower, finds her wet, and works in steady rhythm, thumb circling the clit while two others curve inside. Breathing broken and raw, Chloe’s hips chase the motion, mouth open against every calculated press until her body arches, the careful release spilling warm between Puck’s steady hands.