Rachel Zegler getting fucked on the bad

Rachel Zegler had survived the kind of workday that didn’t merely leave you tired.

It left you questioning whether humans were actually designed to be awake for more than six consecutive hours.

By the time she finally got home, Rachel felt like someone had taken her energy, put it in a blender, and then forgotten to turn the blender off.

She dropped onto the couch.

Silence.

Peace.

Beautiful, glorious silence.

Then her supportive man walked into the room.

He looked at her.

She looked at him.

He smiled.

Rachel immediately became suspicious.

Nobody smiles like that unless they either have excellent news or are about to involve you in something that requires signing a waiver.

He sat beside her.

“I know you had a rough day,” he said.

Rachel sighed.

“That’s an understatement.”

“I thought we could go out tonight.”

Rachel slowly turned her head.

“Go out?”

“Yeah.”

She stared at him.

Her brain began rapidly calculating the amount of energy required to put on real clothes.

Then makeup.

Then shoes.

Then interact with civilization.

Her soul quietly whispered:

Absolutely not.

But she loved him, and he clearly had good intentions.

So she reluctantly smiled.

“Okay…” she said. “What do you have in mind for us tonight?”

He smiled even wider.

That was the moment Rachel realized she had made a tactical error.

There was something behind that smile.

Something planned.

Something dangerous.

Possibly involving glitter.

He leaned closer.

Rachel waited.

He took a deep breath.

And then he said:

“I’ve got the whole night planned.”

Rachel blinked.

“The whole night?”

“Yep.”

“What’s the plan?”

He paused.

Rachel could practically hear the suspense music beginning somewhere in the background.

Then he reached into his pocket.

Rachel’s eyes widened.

“What are you doing?”

He pulled something out.

Rachel stared at it.

Her mouth fell open.

“You did NOT.”

He grinned.

“Oh, I absolutely did.”

Rachel stood up.

“Put that thing away.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you.”

“You don’t know what I’m about to do.”

“I know enough.”

He held up the mysterious object.

Rachel stared at it in horror.

Then confusion.

Then disbelief.

Finally, she burst out laughing.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

“You seriously planned this?”

“Every detail.”

Rachel covered her face with both hands.

“Of all the things I expected tonight…”

He nodded proudly.

“Well?”

Rachel slowly lowered her hands.

She looked at him.

Then at the object.

Then back at him.

A mischievous smile appeared on her face.

“Fine.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Fine?”

“Let’s do it.”

He smiled.

Rachel grabbed her coat.

And just as they reached the door, she stopped.

“Wait.”

“What?”

She pointed at him.

“If this ends with me being chased by a llama, I’m leaving you.”

He laughed.

“Fair.”

They opened the door.

Neither of them had the slightest idea that the evening was about to become considerably stranger than either of them had anticipated.

And somewhere out there…

A llama was already having a very bad feeling about tonight.