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

Little Puck's got the room all steamy and cozy, ready to melt away every knot for her fresh client, Chloe Surreal. She dims the lights, fluffs the sheets—perfect setup for total bliss. But bam, Chloe strolls in, glued to her phone, barking orders at some underling. Girl's a live wire, stress radiating off her like bad vibes in a boardroom. Puck doesn't flinch. She starts kneading those tense shoulders, strong hands digging in deep while Chloe paces and snaps back into the receiver. Puck leans close, voice all smooth tease: 'Hang up, gorgeous. Let me work my magic without the drama.' Chloe freezes, eyes wide—like, whoa, bold move—but she clicks off and sinks onto the table. Puck's fingers glide over her back, teasing out the kinks from endless calls and conference rooms. Damn, this chick's wound tighter than a divorce lawyer's deadline—running her empire and splitting from the ex? Brutal combo. But Puck's got the cure. She slides lower, thumbs circling hips, coaxing out moans that say surrender. Chloe's melting now, breaths quickening as Puck's touch turns wicked, stroking her thighs, parting them just so. No holding back—Puck dives in, fingers finding that sweet spot, rubbing Chloe's slick folds until she's bucking, gasping, chasing release. And when Chloe shatters, it's fireworks—Puck's grin says she nailed the happy ending, leaving her client spent, smiling, and stress-free.