#private.sam

[doeeyedsatan]

PRIVATE 💭 SAMTANA

SL: I don't get you, Sammy. I mean, you're all 'bout hauling those phat lips to the tippy top, but you hate GG and any of her followers too...what is it?

[mr-sam-evanss-blog]

Private

Sam closed the door to the apartment as quietly as he could behind so he didn’t alert his family members that he was leaving. It was a little unusual for him to get a call during the day but if his customers needed him then there was nothing he could do, especially if he was getting paid $300 for this particular encounter. Sighing to himself, he jogged down the stairs to the ground floor where his cab was waiting for him. “Could you take me here?” He asked, showing the driver the address on the phone as he wasn’t able to pronounce the name of the street he was going to. The driver nodded and drove, Sam sending a text to his client to alert them that he would be there in around 10 minutes. 

“Here we are.” The driver said, bringing Sam out of his daydream. He handed over $10 and thanked him before stepping out of the cab and looking at the large house that stood before him. No wonder he was getting paid $300 dollars for this, the guy that lived here must be richer than Sam could even imagine. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door, glancing around to make sure nobody he knew was happening to walk by. 

The door opened and a guy, considerably older than himself opened the door in just a maroon coloured robe and pulled him inside before closing the door and shoving some cash into his hand which Sam shoved into his back pocket. Sam was pushed up against the wall, a pair of lips met his as a pair of hands shrugged off his jacket. “What do you say we go upstairs?” He winked before pulling the guys’ robe open and revealing a rather uncomfortable looking pair of underwear. “We’re definitely taking this upstairs.” He smirked, grabbing hold of the guys hand and taking him upstairs.