Hey guys I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and here is the second part. Remember I don't own glee or its characters and I just want you to enjoy it.

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Sam tried to roll away from her. "I n-need it to stop." He moaned again once he was off of her.

"How do I stop it. Tell me how?" She sat up, looking concerned.

"I don't know," he whined. "They're mad... or bored." None of the other workers got tormented nearly as much as he did.

She nodded; she was starting to understand either they didn't believe them, or they wanted more action. "Undress me."

He closed his eyes and leaned back in the bed. How he longed to remove the plug, but that would end with him in an even worse situation. "Yes... Mistress..."

"If we give them what they want, they will leave you alone, right? So make it look good."

Sam managed a nod before another moan tore out of him.

She bit back her own moan, trying her best not to make him feel like he was turning her on. Instead, she moved forward, giving him better access to her body.

Sam was trying. He truly was trying his hardest. He felt like such a damn whore at that moment, and it was exactly how they wanted him, broken and needy.

Mercedes took his hands in hers. "Look at me." She looked at him. "It's okay. Trust me; it's going to be okay."

Sam had a broken look in his eyes as he looked at her. Those words... that voice... it triggered something in him. A memory buried deep in his mind wormed its way out and into his conscious thought. But no... it couldn't be.

She saw how bad he was feeling, how hard this was for him, and she just had enough. She reached for the phone and pushed the only button available. Be firm, be firm, be strong. She said to herself.

"Vixen, yes, how can we serve you today."

She closed her eyes. "You can ask whoever is interrupting my good time to stop! I get you wanna help, and I thank you, but I have no trouble getting him up, so if you will stop, please."

Sam squirmed a bit when she moved away, trying to move the plug so it wasn't right up against his prostate.

Her words confused him. A part of him understood she was trying to get the vibrations to stop. They went up higher for a few moments, pulling a needy moan out of him. Then it stopped, and he fell back onto the bed.

She was trying her best to help him and no focus on what his actions had been doing to her. "Are you okay? Did it stop?"

Sam nodded and took a few deep breaths. "Yes," he exhaled. "Thank you."

She nodded. "We don't have to do anything, but we are going to need to look like it so they will leave you alone. Do you trust me?" She shook her head. "I know that is a loaded question. I just mean I won't hurt you, Cap. I promise."

Sam nodded mutely. He had no choice but to trust her, but for some reason, he did.

She nodded, removing her boots. "Are you okay for me to straddle you?"

Sam nodded again, he was already exhausted, and he couldn't even bring himself to speak.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable, and you have a bit of a situation; I am gonna sit beneath you so not to. But, Ummm, well, come into contact with your situation." She said, moving into position. All you have to do is lay there...will someone be listening?"

Sam respected this woman immensely. "I'm sorry..." he finally whispered, apologizing for his erection that he honestly didn't really want at that moment. "They don't listen."

"Don't be sorry; it's...really..." She shook it off; he didn't need to hear her talking about his manhood no matter how impressive it was. "I am gonna start moving. You just lay there trying to get your barrings back, okay?" She took a breath before she started moving her hips against his thighs, making it seem like she was riding him; unfortunately, she couldn't hide how wet all this had made her. She just hoped he didn't think less of her for it.

Sam wouldn't judge her. He tried not to think of the people that came in. But, alas, some were so exceptionally cruel that he couldn't help but judge. "Thank you ..."

She nodded, throwing her head back as if something more was happening. She moved a little too high, hitting his shaft against her, and a moan came out before she could stop it. "Sorry, I didn't mean." She closed her eyes, knowing she couldn't just stop, so she hung her head looking away from him.

The friction along his shaft pulled a quiet moan out of him. "It's okay... I don't mind."

She bit her lip, shaking her head. "I am supposed to be helping you, not helping myself to you." She said softly.

"It feels nice," he admitted. "You're nice."

She nodded. "You are nice too."

That made him smile. "I try." He honestly did try to be nice, but it never got him very far in life.

"I like being here with you for some reason, and I really liked the way it felt moving against you, but I can't treat you like everyone else; you don't deserve that." She said honestly.

Sam slowly moved his hands up to rest on her hips. "Don't worry; you're not."

She shivered at his touch. "You shouldn't touch me like that when I am trying so hard to be good."

"Yes, Mistress." He put his hands down.

Why did she miss his touch? "I want you to touch me, Cap; I just don't want to use you."

Sam worried his lower lip for a moment. "What if I want to touch you?"

She glanced down at him, and at that moment, she wished she could see his face, all of it and not just his lips. "Then I would let you."

He slowly moved his hands back up to her hips. "Like this?"

She let off a soft moan. "Yes." She said, moving her hips up, brushing against his cock.

Sam let out a quiet moan as he ran his hands up her sides.

"Touch me, Cap, all over." She said softly as she rocked against him. "You do feel so good." She allowed herself to get lost in the moment.

Sam didn't need telling twice as he moved his hands up her sides and to her breasts.

This was so wrong, yet so right; she didn't know why but she didn't want to stop. So she pulled him up to her.

This was honestly the best Sam felt in such a long time. He allowed her to manipulate his body as his bright blue eyes stared at her.

She rode his lap, wanting so much more. Finally, brown eyes met blue, and she bit her lip. "Kiss me."

"As you wish," he replied, pulling her down for a deep kiss.

There was something about kissing him; it ignited her in a way that filled her; it was a feeling she hadn't had for such a long time. She kissed him hungrily, moaning out as she moved faster. "Is it wrong that I want you right now? Want to make you feel the way you deserve?" She said against his lips.

Sam felt wonderful at that moment. He tried to memorize everything about these feelings for when the days inevitably grew worse. "Please," he whispered against her lips.

She nipped at his lips and nodded. "Just let me take care of you." She slowed her movements, kissing him deeply. "Protection?"

Sam let out a low moan into the kiss. "Somewhere... around here... probably wise.

She nodded. "Give me a second." She stood looking over the room and going to the drawer. "Bingo." She moved back, leaning over him. "I want you to enjoy what I am going to do to you, okay?"

Sam adjusted himself on the bed, unable to take his eyes off of her as she walked away. "I have no doubt I will," he smiled gently.

She ran her hands down his chest and to his shaft, gently placing the condom on him. Then, standing in front of him, she slowly removed her corset and skirt and climbed back on the bed, straddling him.

Sam took in the feeling of her soft hands on his skin, the way she carefully put the condom on his throbbing cock. Everything about her was so different than what he was used to. He wondered if he lost consciousness at some point and if this was a dream. Maybe that was why she reminded him of an old long-lost friend.

Mercedes took his lips in hers as she slowly slides down on his hard cock. She nearly screamed out as she sunk lower, taking him and all of his girth and length into her. He wasn't what she was used to at all. The two men in her life she had been with had nothing on him. But, as she fully sat on his lap, she didn't move; she just enjoyed him, kissing him hungrily, tongue fighting against his as she did.

He knew what was coming, but nothing prepared him for the moment that she sank onto his cock. When was the last time he felt this? It had been too long for him to remember, honestly, and it felt too good for him to dwell on that for long. Now he had dual stimulation with her walls around him as well as the plug still inside of him, shifting slightly with each movement.

He returned the kiss with fervor. Then, when it broke naturally, he smiled at her. "You feel good."

"So you do cap." She moaned as she started to move. "God, I have never been filled like this. You are amazing." She praised as she rode his cock, moving at a steady slow pace, building herself up.

Sammy moved in rhythm with her, knowing that he probably wouldn't last long, but he would push for her.

She let out a moan, pulling him ridiculously closer and moving faster. She kissed him again, moving at a fast pace. "So close, Oh God, I am so close I don't know..."

He let himself enjoy the moment. For once in his life, he was going to savor everything this woman was doing to him. "M-me too."

She pulled her lips from his and stared into his eyes. "Cum with me," She requested as her body began to shake. Within 30 seconds, she was cumming harder than she had ever done in her life, screaming out in passionate pleasure thighs squeezing his as her face lay in his neck.

Sam didn't know how to respond. He was so lost in the pleasure of it all that he came a few seconds after she did. Her screams were like some odd sort of music to him. He never understood that phrase until that moment.

Mercedes held him, not wanting to let go. "That was soo...wow." She said, still sitting on his lap.

Sam smiled and rested his hands on her hips. "Yeah," was all he could manage.

Mercedes didn't want to move from his lap, but she knew she should. "I don't want to leave." She sighed. "I don't want to leave you here."

Sam rubbed at her sides. "I understand," he whispered. "But I'll be okay."

"There's just something about you, Cap." She was tempted to remove his mask, but she didn't. So instead, she just leaned in and kissed him softly. "Isn't there something I can do?"

Sam shook his head. "No..." he whispered against her lips.

Why was this so hard? She didn't know this man from Adam, and yet, she just wanted to help him. "I don't even know your real name, who you are, and yet I want to protect you. Help you."

Sam kissed her gently. "I have that effect on people. Don't worry."

She frowned with a nod. "Oh." She was stupid; this was the game. "Wow, I am an idiot." She moved from his lap and went to grab her clothes.

Sam stared at her, not sure what that meant. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"You have that effect on people? I really thought you needed help; you were struggling. So I let my guard down." She bit her bottom lip, looking away. She wouldn't have had she known this was all a game.

Sam shook his head and slowly stood. "People... I don't want people to pity me because of my situation," he tried to explain. "I made the choices that got me here and wouldn't change them for the world." But it sucked being here.

She turned to look at him. "I don't pity you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. So that you are okay, this isn't me." She said, pointing to her outfit. "I'm not bold and outgoing, or I wasn't before this."

Sam stared at her. "I'll be okay," he replied. "I don't have a choice but to be okay."

He blinked a few times. "Oh?"

She nodded, chewing at her bottom lip. Then, moving towards him, she nodded. "You kinda brought that out of me."

Sam sat back down on the bed. "Oh."

She nodded, sitting down next to him. "Yeah. I told you, it's been a really long time. And honestly, if we are talking about the kind of sex we just had, I never experienced anything like that."

He offered her a smile and placed his hand on her thighs. "In a good way?"

She looked over to him. A familiar feeling taking over. "In the best way, Cap."

His heart melted a bit; she leaned against her, closing his eyes. "Good."

He leaned against her, and she rested her head against his. "I should be going." She did not attempt to move.

Sam nodded sadly. "Thank you... for the truly wonderful night."

"It wasn't Ike any other night here?" She asked, taking his hand.

Sam shook his head and squeezed her hand.

Mercedes sat like that with him for a while; she was comfortable and happy. The last person she sat like this was a very long time ago. "Can I come back and see you, or will that be weird?"

Sam sighed quietly. "I'd really like that."

"Me too." She took a deep breath. "I have a heavy caseload tomorrow, so I really should be going, but I will come back, Cap. Be safe until I do."

Sammy nodded and stood as well. "Can I have a hug?'

She smiled, "You can have whatever you want."

He offered her a smile and wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

Mercedes wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Why was this so perfect? Being in his arms? It's heartbreaking and comforting at the same time. "If I don't walk out that door now, I won't leave." She said sadly, wanting to stay right where she was.

Sam exhaled slowly before slowly letting her go. "I'll see you soon?"

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away." She said, kissing his cheek. See you later, alligator." The comment slipped before she could stop it; it was what she used to tell her best friend.

Sam froze, staring at her in complete silence. There was no way.

She looked at him. "I know, lame; it's just something I used to say."

He managed a strained smile. "Not lame."

She smiled to herself. "My best friend used to finish it. He would say, "In a while, crocodile. I guess you remind me of him."

Sam's breath caught in his throat. "Yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but that was a long time ago." She left off how her dad ripped her from his arms the day she left for boarding school, how it broke her heart. "So I will see you soon?"

Sam nodded. "Yes, please."

She stood on her tippy toes, kissing him softly. "Don't forget about me." She gave him one last look before walking away. It was all she could do not to turn back around and hold him again.

"Never." The door closed, and Sam felt the emotions get the better of him.