Soapy Spring Water

Jason hauls those massive water jugs around all day, keeping every stuffy office hydrated, but damn if anyone notices. The second he's a tad late, phones ring off the hook with folks bitching like he personally flooded their coffee machine. Then boom—one outfit double-pays by accident, and Jason's like, screw it, time to treat myself. Back screaming from the grind, ego taking hits left and right, he wraps his route early and struts into this spot for a massage that'll knock his socks off. Jackie? She turns the whole thing into pure magic, all slippery and soapy, wiping every damn worry from his mind with moves that hit just right—steamy, teasing, and oh-so-worth the splurge.