Sam Evans had finally met his match in Santana Lopez. She was a girl who liked it as hard and as fast as he did. And she was totally hot to boot. She liked him to play rough and when she swore in Spanish just before she reached climax it nearly blew his mind. She loved to play him and she loved to be the one in control.

Being with Santana was definitely something he could work with. She was very clear that she didn't want to date. There were to be no candies, movies or candle lit meals. The relationship existed soley from booty call to booty call. And it helped that she had parents who were hardly ever at home. He was eternally grateful for this because when she got going, she got loud!

But Santana was a mean girl. She could be insulting and hurtful in private as well as in public. Mostly it turned him on but sometimes it just annoyed him. And today it was annoying him big style. Their foreplay usually began at school, mean comments being tossed around in the corridor, shoves by the lockers, roving hands in intimate places when nobody was looking and comments with double meanings during class, all things to ensure that by the time he got to her place after school he was a mass of pent up frustration which he was more than ready to take out on her.

But today she had crossed the line. She knew that he was sensitive about his mouth and that he hated it when he called him 'trouty mouth'. He'd had to punish her once before for it and she'd needed to wear long sleeves for the rest of the week to cover the ligature marks on her arms. The slight limp and the satisfied smile on her face had not been quite so easy to hide.

As she made her way to the front of the Glee club she shot him a dark smile that made him instantly suspicious.

"This is a song that I wrote for Sam." She smiled up at him sweetly. "It's called Trouty Mouth."

"Wait! What's it called?" Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Mike leaned over and repeated the words in his ear. Of course he knew what she had just said. He just couldn't believe that she'd done it!

The jazzy piano introduction began and she turned her back to the audience, slowly and sensually removing her jacket and slowly swinging her hips. She knew he liked it when she did her jazzy strip tease, her long shiny hair falling smoothly down the center of her back.

Shit! His jeans were getting tight already!

She turned to face him, staring him straight in the eye, her freshly revealed corset top emphasizing the shape of her beautiful breasts, and her face lit with the filthiest of smiles.

Guppy face

Trouty mouth

Mike turned towards him with an incredulous expression on his face. Clearly he'd caught that look too. Oh double shit! That means the rest of the class also would have to have done!

Is that how people's lips look

where you come from in the south?

Surely that was offensive? Santana had closed her eyes and was swinging her hips and shoulders sensually to the music.

Mr Schue turned in his seat to look up at him, his mouth agape with shock. Sam was furious. Totally turned on and absolutely livid. That bitch!

Grouper mouth

Froggy lips

By this time she was totally into the song, eyes still closed, her hands running slowly down her sides and over her hips, bending at the knee then winding her way back up again.

I love sucking

In those salamander lips

Mike was staring again. Oh fuuuuck! Just like everyone else in the class, he was having no trouble mind reading the meaning of this song!

Want to put a fish hook

In those lips so cherry red.

If you tried hard enough

You could suck a baby's head!

Whooo!

She sounded breathless. Suddenly he wasn't turned on anymore. This was a song she wanted to use to represent the whole school at Regionals. It had gone beyond a joke. This was too far. Even for him. He rose from his seat.

"Okay can we stop? Stop with the mouth jokes!"

Those arms were folded. She was mad at being interrupted. "Sit down! I'm not finished!"

"Yes you are! Mr Schue we are NOT doing a song at regionals called trouty mouth!"

For once Mr Schue grew a backbone and told Santana that the song was not what they needed.

Santana shot him a death glare as she returned to her seat. Her moment stolen.

Sam fumed for the rest of the class and was first out of the door when it ended. How dare the bitch humiliate him like that?

He was going to make sure that she was sorry…

This one is proving harder than i thought. Will post next chaper soon!