A/N: Who's that peeking in Sam's door? Well, I said she'd be back... N.B. Mention of non-con.
Bought And Sold (Chapter 11: We Almost Had It All) by frostygossamer
Ruby had been on her way down to grab some dinner in the dining-hall when she spotted the door to Samantha's room was open a tiny crack. She couldn't resist stopping by to share some witty, read bitchy, repartee with her big buddy. Geeky Samantha was SO much fun to bait.
Opening the door gently, the little brunette almost did a double take when she discovered the only person in the dorm room was... a guy.
She licked her lips. A guy was the last thing she had expected to run across in her friend Samantha's room. From his rear view she could see that he was definitely a hunk, tall, broad-shouldered and muscular. She couldn't help salivating at the sight of those glorious glutes, as he stood with his back to her admiring his own reflection.
She inhaled audibly. "Oh hi, cutie," she said, in that treacherously teasing tone she used to seduce boys. "You must be Sami's new honey. Lemme introduce myself. I'm her so much more sexy pal Ruby."
Sam froze in place, knowing the moment he turned around the game would be up. Ruby approached him from behind, cupping his ass-cheeks in both hands.
"You sure got yourself one fine pair of buns on you, baby," she growled, squeezing firmly.
Sam prayed with everything he had that a fire alarm, or any damn thing, would interrupt them before he had to turn around. He reached behind and grabbed Ruby's hands, yanking them away from his butt.
"No!" he said firmly, in his most masculine voice, surprising even himself.
Ruby recoiled for a second, honestly amazed by his uncooperative reaction. She wasn't used to being turned down so disrespectfully by a mere guy.
"Hey, baby," she objected, frowning. "Only tryna be friendly. You frigid or what?"
Sam quickly span around and, in one move, seized Ruby by the shoulder, clapping his other hand over her mouth. She squeaked in protest, but then her eyes widened as she took in his face, recognition coming slowly. She prised his hand off of her mouth.
"Oh sweetie," she said, a wicked sparkle in her eyes. "This sure does explain one helluva LOT. A guy into lace, huh? Shoulda guessed you were some kinda freak, girlfriend."
Sam ran and blocked the door, cutting off Ruby's escape.
"Ruby, y-you c-can NOT tell anyone," he stammered. "You KNOW what'd happen. I'd be thrown right out of school."
"Thrown out of school?" Ruby laughed. "You gotta be fooling with me. You'll be tossed straight in the SLAMMER for a stunt like this. Passing yourself off as a WOMAN? It's freakin' outrageous. You'll be lucky if they don't throw away the goddamn key. And whoever put you up to this..."
Sam's blood ran cold, knowing Ruby was absolutely right. Impersonating a female was a really serious offence and he had no defence whatsoever.
"Listen, Ruby, I'll do anything," he begged. "Gotta finish school. Gotta graduate. It's all I ever wanted. I-I'll get money..."
"Oh sure," chuckled Ruby. "The poorest student in school is gonna pay me off. And how would you do that? Walk the freakin' streets? Sell that magnificent body of yours?"
Ruby moved toward him, raking her eyes over his manly shape. His thin shirt was stretched temptingly over well developed muscles she couldn't help but want to touch.
She grinned dirtily, her dark eyes shining. "Come to think of it. Not such a bad idea. Suppose you let ME have the benefit of those bone-crushing thighs? Never had me a she-boy before. How about it? Pleasure me, baby, and maybe I'll keep your shocking crime to myself. For now."
Sam shuddered. This was blatant sexual blackmail, but what other choice did he have? He was trapped between a rock and a hard place.
"O... kay" he responded slowly. "Whatever you say, Ruby. Don't need any trouble. I'll do anything you want."
Ruby stepped forward and rubbed herself up against his body like a cat.
"Oh, baby, you will," she purred evilly. "You most certainly will."
~o~
A couple hours later, when the latch had clicked shut behind Ruby, Sam lay on his wrecked bed, naked and used. Ruby had forced him to perform all manner of filthy sexual acts with her, and he felt dirty and violated. Worse still, before she left, she had made it plain that she expected to enjoy more sessions of carnality, with Sam as her reluctant victim, as long as he wanted to remain in school. It was the cruelest kind of coercion and he had had no choice but to submit to it.
Sam got up and stripped the bed, wishing he could burn the sheets, then he stumbled into the shower. He spent long minutes scrubbing away the feel of Ruby's unwanted hands on his skin.
The thing was, in other circumstances, he would have been totally turned on by the touch of a good-looking female like Ruby. He was a healthy guy, after all, and Ruby was one of the hottest girls in his year. But this was different. It didn't matter that Ruby was attractive, the point was he had been forced. And that was rape by anybody's definition.
Warm tears joined the tepid water running down his face. If living as a woman all these years had taught Sam one thing, it was how to cry.
~o~
It took all the strength Sam possessed to hang in until the end of the semester. Graduation was in sight. If he could only bite his lip and keep on applying himself to his books he would get through.
If he didn't break down and crumble under Ruby's evil campaign of mental and physical cruelty.
Thank God, at least the sharp-tongued woman didn't know about Smith, Sam's only chink of light in a dark existence. Thank God, Smith didn't know about Ruby. Sam knew that his lover would be furious if he ever got an inkling of what Sam was going through. And Sam knew Smith's world would implode if he should ever find out Sam was going through the same kind of exploitation he had had to resign himself to. Sam couldn't do that to the guy.
All Sam had to do was hang tough and make it to the end of term, then he was home free. So he made excuses to his lover for not being able to see him some nights when he had to 'entertain' Ruby.
"Just got a lot on my plate right now, Smith," he had explained. "Graduation on the horizon, yeah? Gotta study real hard."
"Sure," Dean had agreed. "It's important, I know. Come see me when you can. I'll be here waiting."
But Dean had to wonder, was Sam maybe getting tired of him? Losing interest in his little sleazy fling? Still, what could Dean do about it? He wasn't going to push it. All he could do was act happy to see him whenever Sam chose to show up. That's what a good whore was supposed to do, right?
Meanwhile, Sam should have known better than to ever trust a bitch like Ruby. He should have realized she would never allow him to graduate. Immoral though she might be, she was a woman first and foremost. There was no way she was going to let Sam be the first male in the USC to earn himself a degree. Hell no!
~o~
One evening, Ruby lay idly in Sam's bed, sated and deliciously drained by their exertions. Sam lay on his stomach beside her exhausted, his face crammed in a pillow, trying to think of anything but what had just happened between them. He wanted to imagine Smith in the bed beside him, but somehow it felt like betraying his lover to use him that way.
"Know what?" Ruby began lazily. "I'm thinking that maybe you don't deserve to graduate, Sami boy."
Sam started, sitting up abruptly. "Ruby, you wouldn't..." he protested.
"Wouldn't I?" she asked, chuckling. "Well, maybe I already have."
"No!" gasped Sam. "Ruby, what have you done?"
"Oh, hardly anything," she answered. "Only sent the Dean of Admissions a little missive. Nothing much. A few lines."
Panicking, Sam grabbed her throat in his two hands, but she kept on grinning up at him, taunting.
"Wanna add MURDER to the charge sheet, huh?" she chided him. "Once the dean has opened his mail tomorrow morning, I reckon campus security will be around before noon to march your skinny ass off of the premises and into the arms of the law. You're gonna have enough explaining to do as it is. Female Imposture is a felony in this state."
Sam let go her neck and jumped out of bed, flinging her discarded things around as he scrabbled for something to wear.
"Thought we had a deal," he mumbled, as he hurriedly dragged on his jeans and fumbled for his purse. "Why would you go back on the deal, Ruby? Didn't I do everything you wanted?"
"Oh sure, Sami," she agreed airily. "But, honey, I've tried out all your tricks, pushed all your buttons and, frankly, same old same old. Time for a new model. Ran into a hot new guy at the mall only yesterday. Gave me his num-ber."
"Bitch!" spat Sam, pulling on his T-shirt.
"Oh, come on now," she chortled, plumping her pillow. "Did you really think I was gonna let you nab that pretty parchment? I should get a medal for this. Don't you agree?"
But Sam was already out the door and running down the halls.
He dropped to a walk across campus, trying not to look the way he felt. No one would recognize him in male attire, he hoped, but he really did not need to attract the attention of passers-by right then. His mind was racing. He had to think about what he was going to do next.
And his only answer was Smith. He would go to Smith.
~o~
The plump, saggy-breasted, fifty-something client had certainly had her money's worth from Dean.
"Thanks for the fun ride, sonny," she remarked coldly, as she walked out his door and life like so many others.
Dean sighed and pulled off his condom, tossing it into the trash basket in the corner of the room. He reached for his wet wipes to clean up. No point in taking a shower yet, he had a full afternoon of 'fun' ahead.
As Dean was steeling himself to receive his next client, a kafuffle started up in the hall outside his room. Suddenly Sam burst in, eyes red and puffy. He was obviously deeply upset about something.
And he was wearing pants!
"Oh Jeez, Smith," he gasped. "Dunno what to do. Ruby's informed on me to the dean. I'm gonna get busted."
Dean jumped up and guided Sam over to sit on the bed, pulling the bigger guy's head down onto his comforting shoulder.
"Wait. What? Ruby who? What the hell did she do?" he demanded in confusion.
Sam was manfully fighting back tears. He took a couple deep breaths and got back a little control.
"Ruby the so-called friend from school I came here with that first time? She wrote a letter to the Dean of Admissions denouncing me as a guy," he choked out. "And after everything I did..." he stopped himself, not wanting to let his lover know exactly WHAT he had had to do for Ruby. "This is exactly what I was afraid would happen. I'm gonna wind up in the State Pen over this."
Dean rubbed Sam's back gently. He had to agree the guy was going to be in BIG trouble. So cross dressing was a victimless crime? That wouldn't stop the poor guy going down for a long stretch. The law could sure be an ass sometimes.
"Listen, Saman- Sam," he said. "She wrote a letter, right? Means they won't get the news until tomorrow's mail. You can be a freakin' LONG way from here by then."
He laid Sam down on the bed and stroked his long, girlish hair to calm him down. Sam closed his eyes and leaned into his touch.
"You're gonna be OK," Dean cooed, but he was far from sure.
He stole a glance at his watch. His next scheduled client would be there in ten minutes.
TBC
A/N: So close and yet so far. More soon.