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

Puck's getting the table ready, checking the oil, folding that last towel when the door opens. Chloe walks in glued to her phone, chewing out some poor employee about a botched delivery. Puck tells her to hop up and get comfortable, but Chloe's still barking orders while Puck starts rubbing her back. The massage isn't cutting through that tension worth a damn. So Puck leans in and tells her to hang up and actually enjoy this. Chloe blinks like she can't believe someone's giving her orders, but she obeys. Puck's hands dig deeper, finding knots under her shoulder blades that scream stress, money problems, marriage ending. Puck works those spots hard, smiling when Chloe finally moans and lets the whole mess drop off her. Puck keeps going lower, touching everywhere until Chloe's breathing changes and she's wet and ready. Puck slides two fingers inside her slow, then faster, knows exactly where to press until Chloe comes hard on the table, job stress and divorce forgotten for at least an hour.