Chapter 18 – One For The Ladies

"Yeah, you like that?!" Scott yelled, his sounds muffled behind the wall.

"No, no I don't." Sammy whispered to herself, holding her pillow over her head to block out the sounds coming from the next room over. Sammy could barely handle it anymore. For months she'd gone with little to no sleep. Her pillow and earplugs did little to stop the cacophony of moans and grunts, especially when they decided to go against the wall. She looked over at her alarm clock: '4:37 am', it read.

"Guess I'll get some breakfast on the way to work today…" she sighed, getting out of bed and doing her daily routine. She worked as the cleaner at a dodgy-looking nightclub that was a normal bar during the day, so she had to wake bright and early ready to mop drinks, food, and various bodily fluids. The job used to be soul-sucking to her, but she had one thing to look forward to in the past few months: silence.

Pulling out of the driveway in her dad's car, she made way for the club across town. 'Shell's Bar' by day, 'The Shell Scene' by night. Run by a woman named Shell, appropriately, but she'd left the place to be run by Sammy for a couple of weeks while she went on holiday, so Sammy was ready to sit back, clean a little, and relax for the few hours between cleaning and opening time. She relished the thought as she pulled into the drive thru at a new café in town.

"Welcome to Barista Bomb! May I take your order?" a deeply familiar voice said through the speaker. Sammy couldn't connect a face to the voice, but it sounded so familiar. She must have been thinking for too long, as the worker chimed in with "Hello? You still there, ma'am?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Can I get a double shot espresso, extra foam?" she responded sheepishly.

"Wow, that's an awful lot for this early in the morning!" he responded. "Actually, I don't even know what the time is. I've been here all night and I'm gonna crash the moment I get out of here at 4."

Sammy hated talkative workers at places like this, especially when she was drowsy, hungry, and waiting for her morning coffee. She looked at her watch when he wouldn't shut up, and noticed that it read 4:56. "You know your shift ended almost an hour ago, right?"

"Hmm? What's that?" the voice responded. After some shuffling around, she heard the speaker shut off. She waited for any sound to play, but heard nothing. She turned and saw a boy walking across the parking lot to his car. The boy had his uniform on, and it read 'Barista Bomb'. She looked back and forth between the boy and the speaker, until it clicked in her tired mind: she wasn't going to get her coffee. She stepped out of her car and made a bee-line for him.

"Hey, no, where's my coffee?" she said angrily, being way angrier than she sounded. "I need that coffee! You don't understand!"

"Sorry, ma'am, you're gonna have to wait. My shift is over. I'm going home to-hey!" the boy said, his face falling into a grin. "Samey, right?"

"Sammy, actually. And you're…Tophy!"

"Topher…"

"Topher! Right, good to see you! How've you been? Got a job, I see! So, about that coffee, from friend to friend…"

"No can do, Samey, I'm done. I really need my beauty sleep. Can't make it to the top with bags under your eyes. You understand, right?" he replied, opening his door and leaning in. He looked at her anger-filled face and his smile faded. "Maybe not. Look, Samey-"

"Sammy." She interrupted through gritted teeth.

"That's what I said. Look, Sammy, someone's gonna take my role any second now. Just go back to your car, wait for the speaker to come on, and make your order again. No harm, no foul." As he finished, he saw that his words didn't get through to her at all. He hopped in his car quickly, shut the door and tried desperately to start the car.

Sammy, fuming, kicked the car and stomped back to hers. She hated getting angry like this, because it's when people said she looked the most like Amy. She hopped back into her car, white knuckled grasping the steering wheel, and waited for the speaker to come on. She waited.

And, after a few minutes of waiting, the lights of the drive-thru shut off.

"Argh! THAT! IS! IT! You're losing one customer here, Barista Bomb! I'm never coming back! Never!" she yelled at no one in particular as she put the car into reverse. As she was about to, she heard a knock on the passenger window.

"Hey, Samey!" the voice rang out.

"What?!" she yelled back, her hair a mess.

"Looks like they're closing for the morning. I know another café nearby open this early, if you'd like me to make it up to you." Topher said, his probably trademarked smile calming her a little somehow.

"Sure, that'd be great."

"Cool! Because your kicked did something to my car and now it won't turn on, so I'm gonna need a lift home, too!" he said back, opening the passenger door and attempting to get in. Sammy looked at him in disbelief, before weighing her options. On the one hand, she'd get coffee. On the other, she'd have to hang around Chris' number one fan. Did she really need coffee that badly?

"Hi, welcome to The Biscuit Bar, what would you like?"

She did.

"Can I get a double shot espresso, extra foam? And quickly, I'm late for work."

"Certainly can. Anything for you, sir?" the barista replied, pen in hand.

"Yeah, can I get a hot chocolate?" he replied. She nodded and walked into the back. Topher leaned over to Sammy and whispered: "Hey, I left my wallet in my car. Could you lend me some money?"

Sammy didn't know she could go from barely knowing to hating a person so quickly, but here she was, paying for an egotist's drink, driving him home in her car, and being a half hour late for work. Then, she calmed down, realising what she needed to do.

"Wow, your imprints on the wheel are almost gone. Looks like you're calming down." Topher grinned. Sammy breathed deeply, and kept heading her way. She took another sip of her coffee. "You were meant to take that left, what are you doing?"

"You're not going home right now." Sammy replied, correcting her posture and hand positions.

"Are you kidnapping me? After I've been so kind? My manager won't stop until he gets me back!" Topher yelled, jumping away from her and grabbing for the door handle.

"What? No. You're going to help me with work, after everything you've put me through."

"That's…somehow worse, I think. I can't get these hands dirty, so I'll mix up some drinks. I watched a video on bartending. Maybe that'll get my mind off my sleep deprivation." Topher said, releasing his grip on the door handle, reasoning that jumping would damage his face too much. Sammy merely rolled her eyes in response.

"No, you're getting your hands dirty, trust me. Bar's closed, anyway." She replied bluntly, turning carefully into the parking lot of the club. Silently she walked inside, Topher trailing after her, and looked around at how much work she'd be in for. Surprisingly, not as much as usual.

"Say, if you're not doing anything later, how about we-"

"Not interested, sorry." Sammy said, handing him a garbage bag. "Hold this open, please."

"Why not? We'd be perfect together. 'Model slash actor, and cheerleader'!" he replied, standing heroically, before she dropped an entire roast chicken into the bag, making his shoulder lurch.

"You're not my type. And even if you were, I don't like you very much. Sorry." She replied, fishing underneath the table for something else. Her hand touched something, and suddenly a man wearing some very outdated dance-wear jumped up and was caught by Sammy. "I hate stragglers."

"Aw, don't like your men too handsome?" he grinned, holding the bag open as Sammy lowered the man into the bag.

"Don't like my men, actually." She replied, giving him a look.

"What? Oh!" He understood quickly, and stopped pushing the matter. "So, what, you're just a janitor around here? Must be boring."

"I prefer the term 'cleaner', but yeah, pretty much. I find it more relaxing than boring, though. Something about the 'calm after the storm' situation." She replied, wiping her brow and lifting the heavy garbage bag to the back of the building.

"I get that. I'm not much for the violence of the party scene, either." Topher replied, looking around with curiosity. Sammy rolled her eyes again, Topher having completely missed the point. "So, how many guys did you sleep with before becoming a lesbo?"

Sammy was taken aback, and dropped the bag with a thud and an "Ow!" from inside.

"What kind of question is that? You don't just ask somebody that." Sammy said sheepishly, her blushing face matching her red uniform. She lifted the bag again and chucked it into the large bin.

"So none, then; alright." He answered, holding the door for her. She nodded out of politeness, but hid her face immediately afterwards. "So you decided you didn't like guys before being with a guy. How about I change your mind?"

Sammy turned in shock, only to see that Topher had gotten incredibly close to her. She backed up, slipping over a small bag of yellow powder. "Th-that's disgusting! And you're disgusting for suggesting it!" she yelled, standing up and pointing at him accusingly. "That's incredibly homophobic! It's 2018 now, dirtbag! Get with the times!"

Topher merely shrugged, smirked at her, and then turned away. "So, what's next? Clean the bartop?" he asked her, going behind the bar and trying to find a cloth, ignoring Sammy's shout.

Sammy's head was spinning. He was so abrupt that she'd blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. Was she into girls at all? Was that just an excuse to get him to shut up? Was she into him? She couldn't tell, and the swirl of emotions was making her feel sick.

"Woah there, you alright?" Topher asked as Sammy held her head in her hands.

"Y-yeah, just get to work on the bar top." She answered, walking into the back to grab a broom. She thought about what would happen if she actually did like guys, and that she was wrong about herself. She hated him for making her question herself like this. She imagined herself slapping him, and it made her happy.

She opened the door again, ready to give him a piece of her mind. She saw Topher wiping the bartop, and he saw her. He smirked: "Rethought my offer, blushy?" She slammed the door shut again, and groaned into her hands. She threw herself around, trying to rid herself of these thoughts. The thought of him lifting her shirt; kissing her seductively; cupping her breasts…

She stopped suddenly and took her face from her hands. She smoothed her hair back, reached into a nearby drawer, and walked back out. She ignored Topher completely, walked up to the bar, and threw a handful of condoms onto the counter.

"Fine, let's go." She said. Topher was at a loss, but he wasn't going to complain. He ran around the bar to her and cupped her face, bringing it close before pausing to look at her. Sammy looked at him through rose-coloured lenses all of a sudden, too, seeing his feminine side. His face was smooth and unblemished, looking like a true model's. His hands were equally smooth and inviting, feeling softer than her own. His lips were full, his eyes were beautiful, and his breath was warm.

She puckered her own lips as Topher's came close, and the two became one for a second. Sammy was in bliss as she felt his had grab the back of her head and pull her deeper. His tongue entered her mouth, and hers his. Her hand went through his thick hair, pulling it back. They explored each other fully and deeply, before she pulled away.

She'd smoothed his hair back somewhat, further expressing his feminine features. A thin trail of saliva fell between their mouths, as she stared into his sparkling green eyes. She could see herself reflected in them, and it would have turned her on so much if it didn't look so much like her sister.

He pulled her by the collar over to a nearby lounge, and they fell there with a huff. He grabbed her breast through her uniform with his left hand while his right grabbed her face again, pulling her into another kiss. Her arms reached around his neck and she relished in every breath hitting her face. She loved the feeling of having someone this close.

Sammy felt her shirt lift over her breasts, and a hand reach around her back. As her bra unclipped and her breasts were freed, she felt in heaven. Being like this, in a place like this, felt so wicked and taboo, and she could help but grind into his knee. Topher responded by grabbing her nipple, pinching it softly between his fingers.

She opened her mouth, needing to breathe some more, and Topher pulled away. His sweat was making his hair start to lose shape, and it began falling over his face. He was breathing heavily, before he went to her other breast and began licking the nipple. She didn't know what to do with her hands anymore, so she just held onto her head, trying to stop the pleasure.

"Oh my god…" she groaned, still grinding herself onto him. She felt herself getting wet through her uniform pants, but she didn't care. She was reaching a breaking point, and Topher realised. He nibbled on her nipple, making her let out a shriek. She was grinding more erratically now, not keeping any sense of rhythm.

"Cum for me…" Topher said in a calm, light whisper. It was so unlike the usually boisterous man. Sammy had it there, and screamed as she came into her pants. She shook lightly as Topher started slowing down. He finally stopped and the two shared a look. She was breathing too heavily to say anything, so he took that as a 'continue'.

She felt his hands slip into either side of her pants, cupping her ass softly. He began massaging her ass, then her thighs, working his way down her legs and slowly pulling her pants down in the process. When they were at her knees, she looked down to see Topher staring at her face lovingly, moving in for the kill. Instead of going for her crotch, he went for her face, and deeply kissed her again.

She felt tears welling in her eyes, but she couldn't do anything about them. She felt his hand cup her crotch, and she grinded into it slowly. "Jas…"

Topher noticed what she'd said, but didn't stop. He lightly danced his hand over her as she tried to push onto him. Each time he pulled away, teasing her lightly, moving his fingers slightly over her slit. His thumb brushed over her clit, and she involuntarily let out a loud moan. Topher caught it with another kiss, and her eyes rolled back. She grabbed the back of his ever longing hair and pulled him in deeper. Her tongue explored every inch of his mouth, and she kept trying to get him to go harder.

"Please…"

"No." he replied, lightly brushing her clit again. His other hand got to work undoing his belt and lowering his pants, and expert manoeuvre considering his stance. He stopped the kiss again, kissing her neck and nuzzling her softly. His nose tickled her in the right places as he lowered his face again and kissed her collar, then between her breasts. He licked lightly on a nipple, before trailing kisses down her stomach.

She felt a hand grab either side of her hips and pull her lower so that her pelvis was leaning over the edge of the lounge. The cool air now touching her ass felt good, and she was about to let out a moan when a hand grabbed her mouth. Topher had put his hand over her mouth as he licked her folds slowly. She nearly screamed into his hand as he thumbed her clit again, constantly giving it the attention it deserved.

Suddenly, she felt her phone ring in her pocket. The spell was broken, and she suddenly sighed, her body calming down quickly. Topher quickly went into her pocked, pulled out her phone, and hung up.

"Hey!" Sammy said, muffled, through Topher's hand. She'd seen that it was Amy that had called, and was a little glad that it had been hung up.

Topher didn't reply to her. Instead, he laid the phone on her bare stomach, and continued. He lightly teased her folds with his tongue, his thumb going back to work, and Sammy started feeling it again. Sammy tried to moan, but was still stopped by Topher's hand. She felt his hand stop playing with her clit, and looked down as he started teasing her folds with his finger.

Sammy tried hard to think about the phone call, but couldn't as the full force of pleasure came rolling back. Starting with her crotch, it was like wave after wave of warm pleasure pulsed through her body, stopped at her head and made it fuzzy. She didn't have long to think, as the phone rang again, this time vibrating on her stomach.

It was only small, but this vibration was felt throughout her whole body. Topher used this time to lightly stick his finger in, and Sammy screamed aloud. The hand covering her mouth didn't block much. Topher had put the phone just close enough to her crotch that the vibration tingled all her sweet spots through the skin. It felt like she was being tickled harshly, and all of a sudden her heaven was confusing.

Sammy couldn't tell if she was loving it or hating it, as her senses made her want to laugh, cry, and scream from pleasure. She felt Topher pull his finger out slowly, and begin reinserting it, still not going to the base.

"Mmm…" was all Sammy could muster as she lost all sense of thought. She tried using her hands to swat the phone away, but it was all for naught. She didn't have strength left to do it, and her hands fell limply to her side. Topher finally pushed his finger to the base, and began moving it lightly. As he pulled out, the light suction of her crotch was heard, and he pushed back in quicker.

"Just like that…" Sammy tried to say. Topher seemed to understand her, though, as he continued doing it just the same. He let go of her mouth, letting her moan freely. Suddenly hearing herself, she tried to stifle it, but couldn't focus enough. He used his finger like a genius, moving his other hand to play with her nipple again. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, and felt herself coming close again.

She could feel Topher trying as hard as he could to keep pace, but he was finding it difficult with how much she kept pulling him in. He nibbled her clit, and she all but screamed as she came quickly and loudly, Topher didn't slow pace and kept going until she was done, as she tried hard to stop shaking. The phone finally stopped ringing and Sammy just needed a moment to collect her thoughts.

"Hello? May I ask who's speaking?" she heard from the boy, who'd stopped and stood up.

"N-no!" she tried to yell, but she was too exhausted. She grabbed his leg, but not hard enough and he continued.

"Sammy's busy right now, I'll let her know you called. No, I said Samey. Boyfriend? No! She doesn't even like men. You didn't know?" Topher smiled down at Sammy. She tried to hate him, but she really couldn't. She was still coming off of her high. Topher looked at her and seemed to have an idea. "Oh, here she comes. I can put her on for you."

Sammy went wide-eyed as Topher put the phone next to her ear. "H-hey, sis. What's up?" she mustered, trying to catch her breath.

"What's wrong with you? Mmf! You sound like you're doin' it. And what's this I hear about you not liking men?" Amy said to her very quickly. While Sammy tried to process the words, Topher went down and put his member at her entrance.

"N-no!" Sammy yelled as he began teasing her, moving his head lightly over her folds.

"No? Well, your co-worker just said you didn't. Why would I trust-ng! Trust you?" Amy said, very clearly having sex with Scott. Sammy couldn't reply. She was trying not to scream as Topher thumbed her clit again. She didn't reply.

"Well anywho, when you're done could you get a pack of condoms? I would, but I'm a little tied up right now. Bye, sis." Amy said, hanging up.

Topher remembered suddenly, and reached into his pocket to pull out a condom.

"D-don't think after what you did you're sticking that in me…" Sammy stammered, grabbing at his hand. He caught it with his own, and pulled in for another kiss. She melted almost instantly back down, staring intently into Topher's eyes again. Topher removed his hand, put the condom on, and then pulled himself close again. She tried to look at what she was to be expecting, but didn't have time as Topher inserted the head, stopping abruptly.

"Please…" Sammy said, pleadingly. Topher stopped kissing her and played with her clit with his hand again, not breaking eye contact. Sammy couldn't think straight. "Please…"

Topher suddenly pulled out, and pushed back in. His pace was slow, but was gradually speeding up, not going past the head. His hand got to work on her clit, rubbing it again slowly. Sammy was trying not to think about Topher right now, trying not to think about the phone call, trying not to think. She just wanted to feel.

She felt Topher get deeper and deeper into her, not stopping, keeping his speed. She then felt him stop. She wrapped her legs around him, looked into his eyes, and grabbed his back. She went to pull him close, but before she could he lunged in to the base. Her eyes went wide, she screamed.

Topher stopped and looked at her. She was breathing quickly, but still looking at him.

"Just slow up, will you, Jas?"

Topher nodded and kept going slowly, but right to the base. She felt him filling her completely; every inch of her was full of him. He was thick, but not long. He still hit all of her sweet spots as she moaned loudly. She couldn't bear to look at herself down there. Seeing a penis made her feel weird. But she felt good. She wasn't imagining Topher. She wasn't imagining a boy.

Topher began quickening his pace more and more, bottoming out each time and waiting before pulling back out. She could see that he wanted to go faster, but she didn't want it like that. It felt too good.

Topher leaned down to Sammy and kissed her deeply, and she kissed back, her eyes closing hard. She thought of a girl grabbing behind her back, holding her tight, caressing her as she groaned and moaned, humping into her like she owned her. She felt bliss, and she smiled wide.

"Faster!" she smiled, eyes still closed. Topher complied, and began moving fast, pushing her further and further onto the lounge. "I love it!"

Topher felt himself coming close, but held out. He didn't need this, she did. The hard sound f=of his ships slapping into hers, the wet sounds coming out, they were too much for either party.

"Sammy…"

"Sshhhh…" Sammy pleaded, wanting him to be quiet. He slowed up, but played with her clit with his thumb, holding her less tight. She knew this was it, and screamed in happiness as she came on him again. He grabbed her hips and pushed in as she did, cumming into the condom.

Sammy tried to stop again, but her body shook, holding him tightly. She let go, limp, and fell to the lounge in a huff, him softly laying on top of her. She felt his dick twitch, unloading more into his condom, but she didn't have the strength to push him away yet. She loved the feeling of being held like this.

Soon after, he let go, as did she, and he pulled out, removing the condom and walking to the bathrooms.

"Thank you…but don't expect another." She said, watching him waddle to the bathrooms.

"Is that directed at me, or my gender?" he said, about to disappear through the open doors.

"A little of both." She replied, smiling in glee.

A few hours later, Sammy was back home like nothing had happened. She walked through the door, hearing Amy and Scott still going at it, and sat at the kitchen counter, making herself a sandwich.

Soon after, Amy walked out into the kitchen, seeing her sister looking dishevelled and worn out. Her hair was a mess, she reeked of sweat, and she looked like a mess.

"So…you don't like boys, huh?" she said, fetching a glass from the cabinet.

"Seems like, yeah." Sammy replied, continuing to eat her sandwich.

"Well…" Amy said, pulling something out from behind her back. "It didn't sound like it!"

Playing through the tape recorder was very clearly Sammy having sex with Topher, though he was less obvious. It was the two of them grunting and moaning.

"Give that here!" Sammy yelled, throwing her food onto the plate and jumping up.

"Now we've both got blackmail." Amy sneered, running from the room.

"Ugh! I hate you!"

Author's note: Finally, a new chapter. This was, for some reason, really fun to write. I did it completely in one day. I was trudging for a story, and wrote about half a chapter for a Sammy/Amy story. Then I got an idea, and wrote the whole thing down. Next chapter will definitely have someone from 'Ridonculous Race' in it. No idea who, but it will. Possibly Taylor, or Kitty. Probably Taylor. Also, instead of expecting new chapters, just be happy when they come. I can't guarantee that I'll ever make a new chapter.

I also wrote this chapter almost completely from Sammy's point of view, which is something I wanted to toy with. I also wrote it more for women than for men, which was also something I wanted to toy with. Not gonna use Topher in a future story, though. I had to make up most of his personality.