A quick one, before you leave. (Efficient)

Beth looked at the clock. "I'll be right back, in the meantime, take off your shirt and lay down."
Kyle blinked. "Don't you...?"
"I can give some quick attention before I go. At least I can determine your problem areas." Beth was already heading towards the stairs to go get her massage kit. "Come on. Shirt off, marine. That's an order."
Kyle gave a chuckle. "Yes, ma'am!" Beth lingered on the bottom step just long enough to see the t-shirt go over Kyle's head, and she almost gasped. Sweet....mother...of God.... He was... delicious. The little taste Kyle had given when he showed off the tattoo hadn't prepared her for how hot he was. A few scars did nothing to detract from his broad chest, nice abs, and beautiful shoulders. Not to mention the biceps. He wasn't a young Arnold or anything, but he looked like he might be able to pick her up with one arm. Beth stumbled, and nearly took a hard spill on the staircase before composing herself.
In a twinkling, she was back down the stairs with her purse and her kit. Kyle was obediently on his stomach on the couch. Beth placed her oil bottles on the coffee table, and straddled Kyle's ass without a second thought so she could work his back.
"Where is your issue?"
"It's the worst between my spine and my left shoulder blade..." Kyle reached back with his right arm to gesture vaguely. "Hurts whenever I try to do too much with my left arm. Hurts like someone's pinching me."
Beth clicked her tongue. "I'll admit I'm not a chiropractor or anything, but I'll see what I can do."
A short massage session was enough to identify that, while some of his pain was beyond the ability of a massage to fix, she could at least do something about the angry muscles around the injury. By the time she finished, Kyle sounded quite relaxed. Well, maybe sleepy is a better word.
"Thangs....feels mudge bitter...." Kyle was mumbling into the couch cushions. Poor, sweet, jet-lagged baby.
"Get some rest, kiddo." Beth climbed off Kyle's taut butt, resisting the urge to give it an appreciative smack. "I can do more later." {if Shame < 50} Much...much more. {if Shame > 29
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Beth smiled as Kyle began snoring almost immediately, and then she gathered her kit and hit the door.