Samantha was born to a sweet butt who hit the jackpot. She got pregnant by a prospect and by the time she told him, that prospect was madly in love her. He was raised with the idea that if you knocked a woman up, you married her. That's what he did. Victoria became his old lady and then his wife, a few months before Sam came in to their lives. As far as Lucas knew, they were happily married and there was no one else in the world for him. He grew to love his wife and his daughter became his world. It wasn't until after a couple of runs away from home that he found out the truth about Victoria. She didn't take the title of old lady seriously and had been sleeping around behind his back. She was mixed up in another club, a club that, unlike the club Lucas was in, was heavily involved in drugs. Once he found out that she had been leaving Sam with strangers and often had men in their bed, he cut her off. She was banned from the club, her rights to Sam were stripped away and Lucas filed for divorce before Sam turned four.

Despite the lack of a mother, Sam was still surrounded by women. The real women of the club would watch her when her father went on runs and she was with them often during rallies. Sam loved the club and riding on the back of her father's motorcycle. She never questioned where her mother was, having overheard plenty of stories to satisfy that curiousity. Her father never brought another women home, but she saw the way other women looked at him and she was pretty sure he wasn't lonely. As she got older, she definitely knew Lucas was never lonely.

When she was twelve, Lucas was killed while doing a six month stint in prison. A rival club member went after him, paid off the guards to make sure they were alone. It was the club's president's old lady that sat her down for that news. She didn't believe it at first, not until she was in the front row at his funeral, the casket open and her father looked like he was sleeping. While the old ladies discussed where she would stay, her mother's family came to New Orleans and decided she was better off with them. Since Lucas hadn't left anything in his regarding who would be her guardian, a judge ruled in her grandparents favor. She was forced out of her childhood home and moved to upstate New York with the grandparents she had never met before.

Life in New York wasn't too bad. It took a few months for her to be comfortable around the strangers who were now her guardians. She had thought her mother might appear at some point, but that never happened. Victoria had told Lucas vicious things about her parents, that turned out to be all lies. They were sweet, caring, loving. Their daughter had ran away at fourteen and only reappeared when she needed money until they cut her off a few years before Sam was born. They hadn't even known about Sam until Victoria showed up one night, after Lucas kicked her out. It took some time, but eventually they found Lucas and were in the process of making arrangements to meet their granddaughter, then Lucas had died. They felt horrible for pulling her from everything she knew, but promised they would let her visit. And she did. Sam spent a few weeks in the summer in New Orleans, visited during some holidays. She kept visiting until she was seventeen and then she stopped. It was too hard to be there without her father.

During some visits after she turned fifteen, Sam had a small habit of falling in to bed with older club members. She was jail bait, but not everyone remembered her as Lucas' daughter. Not until the sun came up and she was collecting her things. When the visits stopped, Sam started hanging out with the club in New York. She had filled out quite a bit, large breasts and round ass, she caught the attention of many men. She didn't sleep with them all, but soon enough, she was a sweet butt and barely ever home.

At the age of eighteen, with high school behind her, Sam got a job a local strip club. She kept that fact hidden from her grandparents and only told them she was helping out at a bar. It wasn't much better, but they wouldn't like her taking her clothes off. She didn't have to keep the secret for long. Her grandmother passed before her nineteenth birthday and a few months later, her grandfather followed. She was heartbroken, but she held it together and followed through with the arrangements that they had already had in place. Her mother was never contacted about either of their deaths, but eventually turned up, looking for her share of inheritance. Sam was all too pleased to inform her that she was left nothing. Their wills had been changed and Sam had inherited everything. From the house to the saving accounts, right down to the dog her grandfather had got for her grandmother a few years ago.

The house was too big for just Sam and she made the hard decision to sell it. They had told her to before, not wanting her to feel obligated. It wasn't on the market for long and sold above the asking price. With a little too much money for a twenty year old, Sam took the money and decided to spread her wings. She moved to Denver, buying a small condo and once she was settled, got a job at Mile High Men's Club, dancing. Four year after moving, Denver feels like home.