Traffic

Part 7

"Shirt off lets go." The man huffed. My jacket came sliding off my shoulders as beads of sweat started trailing down my forehead in rivers. "Bra too."

The guy could basically be pleasuring himself while watching me do this. My pants came next as he collected them all in his hands. Naked, I used my hands to try to cover my body self conscious and just uncomfortable being nude and completely surrounded by men who get off on this. 

The guy came back holding soap in his hands laughing at me and the way I just happened to be shy about all this. "Come on, a babe like you has got to show off that body to a ton of guys."

"I prefer not to flaunt myself."

A smile tugged on his lips and then decided to stay glued. His brown hair swayed away in almost a Superman curl as if he actually had to look good to force a girl into his bedroom. I looked at the showers. White curtains covered all of them but you could see each stall from the ankle down. And there were two sets of feet in everyone. Some even had the girls on their knees. 

"James, This ones goes in the shower by herself," a man I have never seen before walks up just as James is about to strip out of his shirt and shorts. "Thomas's orders." 

They both look to a doorway and my eyes can;t help but wonder. He stood there. His eyes narrowed at the two men until he got a glance of me looking his direction, and his expression softened completely.

"Tell him to go fuck himself." Taking hold of my wrist he pulled me over to one of the empty showers and pulled off his pants and shirt, thankfully leaving on his boxers before stepping in and closing the curtain. He cranked the knob so the water would start and checked it on the back of his hand like a baby's bottle. "Come on, Babe."

"Don't call me babe."

The way I defied him only made him more ecstatic about this entire thing. Like it was a sick game. That same smirk was swept across his face as he walked to me and pushing his hips into mine and my back parallel to the wall. "You don't want to make this difficult."

I spit in his face. I truly wanted to make it as difficult as possible. 

With his finger tips, he wiped it from under his eye and then the brown eyes just shot back at me with an annoyed glare. He tousled with my hair as i heard shakes in my own breathing when his lips met my temple and then began to trail down to my jaw. he jumped to where my jaw meets my neck and instead of just planting another kiss he suckedand even pulled at the skin with his teeth until it was raw and red. My hands went up to his chest trying o push him away, but he rather enjoyed it.  His tongue brushed against his lips before he pursed them together making sure they were moist as his thumb moved across my bottom lip toying with it as his went in between his teeth. Subtle rocking motions came from this hips as he moved closer and closer to me taking my hands off his chest and holding both wrist with his one oversized hand. Towering over me by a good foot, he pressed his chest into mine as his head moved lower. And closer. Until our lips grazed. Startled by the touch, I jumped as he let out a deep laugh before he went up to ear gently playing with it with his lips. 

"I can make you feel amazing." He whispered as I swallowed hard, and my hands struggled to break his grip. "I will do anything to hear you moan and yell my name."

"Get the hell off of me." I said it deeper and more from my throat which again he seemed to like. 

"I can either make this place like a home or like living hell." 

I started to laugh. Was this a threat? He got confused by my laughs, but i couldn't exactly control it. "This place is already the fucking hell house."

"Its not that hard to make it ten times worse." His jaw clenched and his voice lowered even more. he wasn't enjoying his game anymore. "I can make sure you get bodied off to a serial killer."

"Then the torture will be over."

He pushed himself off of me. It was my turn to smile. 

"Good luck surviving in here, bitch." 

He walked out with complete loss spelled out across his face as i grabbed the soap he left and went ahead and washed my self off before stepping out and wrapping a towel left behind around me. James was already dressed watching me from a corner with his eyes stern and narrowed. A fresh pair of pants and a simple black shirt was left along with my boots from earlier as I got glares from multiple guys who couldn't understand the fact that I walked out of that shower by myself. 

I took it as a small little victory in this game of charades.