Blackmailing Sam_(1)
It was almost time for the end-of-day bell, but Samantha wasn’t getting changed like all of the guys beyond the door of the pool locker room stall. Instead she was waiting, like she always did, for them to clear out so she could change out of her swimsuit, free of the funny looks and the occasional straight-up mocking that she had come to expect. Of course, she shouldn’t even be in the boys locker room to begin with, but according to her P.E. teacher, what was between her legs meant she was grouped in with the boys before and after class, even if she was even prettier than some of the girls. As she heard the last of them walk out, she let out a small sigh before getting to her feet and unlocking the …