Working Boy

Chapter 9

[A/N: Here a little bonus smut-ish chapter for the ones who stuck with the story for this long. Enjoy!]

**Samuel's POV**

I huffed, stroking my hardened c**k until it leaked sticky, white fluid. This was the third time I came after that night. I just couldn't get the picture of Chase's body out of my head.

The way it glistened underneath the spotlight, the way he moved...

Seeing it on video and seeing it in real life was two completely different experiences. And the way he looked and spoke... this was not the Chase I knew from school. No, this was a complete stranger. There was no way a docile, soft-spoken guy like Chase could be a complete knockout at a strip club. I just couldn't wrap my head around it.

"You like what you see, don't you?"

Just thinking about his voice alone made me quiver. I hated it. I hated him for messing me up like this. Yet I wanted to take him, just like how I wanted to take him in that locker room. He was a tease. A huge one.

-Monday Afternoon-

**Chase's POV**

I was sitting with Jace in my English class when I got yet another text from Samuel, telling me to meet him in the locker room.

"So is this gonna be a new routine?" I texted him back.

Not that I really minded. The taboo factor made it a lot more exciting. Besides, I enjoyed dancing for Samuel that night. Many of the others noticed how different it seemed. It did make me a lot more money than ever that night. Maybe he should stop by more often.

"Just shut up and come," he responded.

I was so busy texting that I hadn't noticed Jace looking at my phone.

"So you and Samuel are cool now?" He questioned with a frown.

"We don't have much of a choice thanks to peer mediation," I responded, cooly.

"I see," he spoke, doodling on his worksheet. "So how's the second job coming along?"

"It's been great!" I grinned.

"Well that's good. Your uncle hasn't caught on yet?"

"He knows I've been working extra. He just doesn't know the details."

"Okay then," he nodded. "Just be careful, okay?"

Oh my gosh. I can't even count how many times people have told me this already.

"I will," I responded, right before the bell for break.

I got my stuff together and headed off to the locker room where Samuel was waiting for me.

As soon as I got to the back, he rose out of his seat and grabbed me by my collar, pushing me against the locker. He pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss- our tongues wrestling fiercely for domination until I caved in to his wishes. He hummed, satisfied before moving down to my neck, nipping at the tender flesh. My breathing became rasp, my hands desperately clinging to his shoulders as my knees began to buckle.

He reached back and pulled out my scrunchie, letting my curly hair come loose.

"I always liked your hair better this way," he whispered in my ear before dipping down to pick me up. He was now holding me up from underneath my legs, his bulge pushing against mine.

"Ah, Samuel," I whimpered.

He began to slowly grind against me. I could feel the pressure of his clothed c**k against mine and I struggled to hold in a moan.

"You don't have to hold back," he chuckled, deliberately gyrating his hips into mine. "I would take you right here and now if I could, but I like this little game we're playing."

"G-game?" I furrowed my eyebrows, my legs tightly wrapping around his waist.

He buried his face into my neck as he grinded into me, hard. My moans became increasingly audible along with his occasional grunts which reverberated around the locker room.

The feeling of pleasure was so overwhelming that I began to leak. That frightened me to no end- I've never experienced anything like this before.

"Samuel wait-!" I spoke in between moans. But he kept going, pushing me to my limits. "Please stop!"

That prompted him to push much more vigorously. I could feel something building up now and tightly shut my eyes. I clenched my teeth to stifle a loud moan as I released. My toes curled involuntarily and my legs trembled as a wet patch formed in my underwear and pants.

He slowed down just a little, lifting his head to stare at me with intensity. He let me recover before carrying me to the bench to sit.

"You okay?"

"I've...I've never had an orgasm before," I admitted, looking away.

"Really?" He rose an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "So I gave you your first orgasm, huh?"

"Shut up," I mumbled, closing my legs to hide the wet patch. "Now I have to change my pants thanks to you."

He held a hand to his mouth as he chuckled evily. It was pretty hot I had to admit.

"You can borrow my sweats. Come here," I followed him over to his locker where he pulled out some grey sweatpants. He tossed them over to me and leaned on the locker, watching me change.

I blushed, covering myself as I took off my pants.

"Why are you so embarrassed? It isn't anything I hadn't seen before," he teased, coming behind me and giving me a hard squeeze on the ass. "You're not gonna take off the underwear? It looks pretty sticky there, too," he cooed in my ear, making me jump.

"Well, I mean-" I stuttered. He was right though, it did feel pretty uncomfortable.

"Here," his chin rested on my shoulder as he tucked his thumbs underneath the band of my underwear and slid them off, exposing my semi-flaccid c**k. I shuddered, feeling completely naked.

"Uh, thanks!" I pulled away abruptly, taking off the underwear and putting on the sweatpants quickly.

I heard the bell ring along with a chatter of noise, signaling the end of break.

"s**t!" I ran to get my stuff and to pick up Samuel's. "I'm gonna be late for Trig!"

"Just go through the side door. They won't know the difference," he took the bag out of my hand and walked me out the side door to the outside.

Once we were outside, I turned to him, flashing a small smile.

"Well uh...that was nice," I scratched the back of my head, bashful.

"Tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah," I nodded. This really was like a game, was it? Sneaking off to the locker room to fool around each day.

"Okay then. See you at practice... Black Mamba," he smirked before walking off to class.