Sam physically winced at her response, knowing full well it would have been impossible for her to miss. He’d done his best to develop a thick skin over the years, but after so long being considered the resident idiot remarks like that always found a way to find their way past his defenses. “It wasn’t meant to be a real one. I doubt you know how to tell the truth anymore. You’re so full o’ shit that there ain’t nothing else,” the man replied defensively. He wondered for a moment if that had been to forward; a bit too harsh, but as he replayed Sally’s words in his head, Sam couldn’t help but feel vindicated. She wanted to throw around insults? Fine, he could play that game. It wasn’t one he liked much, but in all things, especially games, he wanted to give it a solid try.
Or, at least, he would have had Sally not laid her hand on him. No, it was more than just that. She wasn’t just touching him she was…well, he couldn’t quite think of a word for it. Petting him? What’d she think he was? A dog? “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, realizing only after he said it that her sudden change in demeanor could only mean one thing. She’d noticed his…situation. Sam tightened his shoulders and looked down at her, enjoying her touch but also wanted to be as far away from it as possible. “Sally, get your hands off me…” he replied, though his heart was hardly in it. His dick agreed even less with his words, Sally’s light touch only adding fuel to an already raging fire.
Poor thing, so pissed off yet deeply aroused at the same time… his brain had to be a mess and like the horny piece of crap she was, Sally took great pride in knowing bits of her exposed skin could make him want to do dirty things to her. Almost as if they were performing a dance, the junkie’s fingers traveled further down his stomach until they reached Sam’s belt —— and then she pulled, hard to lure him closer to her side of the wall. “Don’t fool yourself, baby… I may be one filthy liar but I know truth when I see it and this hard on right here… you’re not faking it.” There was no more trace of her previous anger on Sally’s porcelain-like features as she stared up at him; on the contrary, had it not been captured between white teeth, the smirk twisting her lips would have grown as big as the moon shining bright above their heads.
Was it a challenge? Sam couldn’t have possibly meant it, not when his body seemed to be aching and begging for attention. To think they started off going at each other’s throats, fighting over a piece of territory she would never give up on willingly… now this was what Sally called a nice turn of events, no more, no less. “Off you like this?” Instead of pawing at his belt, the blonde’s right hand launched itself downtown and grabbed a fistful of Sam’s impossibly hard crotch — squeezing like it was a prize she had worked tirelessly for. Eyebrows rose, a low chuckle parting from her inviting mouth as she fondled him through his clothes. “Let’s be grownups and work things out, hm? No need for violence, I know what you need and where you can find it.”