Traffic

Chapter 2

The middle guy, Sal, short and slightly round at the middle, cropped black hair with a little grey peppered throughout, and an expensive looking charcoal suit. He stepped toward me and stooped so we were eye to eye.
"Clean up Crew is on their way," he eyeballed me and raised his eyebrows.
"You ain't gonna be any trouble, are ya?"
I held his stare and shook my head slowly, I wasn't going to cause trouble, I just wanted to survive.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Mike, the taller version of Sal, opened it and ushered in what I assumed was the clean up crew. The Crew was two girls who looked to be my age dressed in short white smocks. The kind a nurse from the 70's might have worn and their hair was swept back into tight high ponytails. The third and final member was a greasy looking older man in his late thirties. He had a stereotypical "porn stache" and wore a mint green/slightly darker mint green bowling shirt and dirty blue jeans. He smelled of cabbage and bourbon and looked as if he hadn't showered on a week or more.
Porn stache crossed the room and stood behind me, the way he walked was predatory and I could see that he clearly made the two girls uncomfortable just being in his presence.
"Gentlemen," he oozed, "I'll take it from here."
Sal, Mike, and the other guy gave each other sly sideways looks and reluctantly filed out of the room, slowly closing the door behind them.
I felt Porn stache fiddling with the strap of my bra, he bent down and sniffed the crown of my head, inhaling deeply. I shuddered but I didn't dare move.
He ran his hands down my shoulders and onto my back where he began to unhook my bra.

Once I was naked and untied, the girls were made to give me an all over sponge bath while Porn stache watched from the seat I was previously in. The two girls were quiet and slow moving, they took their time occasionally glancing over at the greasy man for approvals, they looked as though they were waiting for him to pounce on them and devour their bodies at the drop of a hat.
They cleaned me up and gave me something to wear. It was better than the bra and underwear they had taken off me, but it was little more than a thin black cotton muscle back singlet and dark grey shorts small that barely covered my ass. They gave me no shoes or socks, but I was used to not having anything to warm my feet. Five months in nothing but my underwear while in the Hostel had toughened my skin and my body had somewhat adjusted to being cold all the time.
Porn stache stood up and shooed the two girls away from me, he stepped up so that we were face to face and looked me up and down. His predatory and strangely bright eyes scanning my whole body, I could feel my skin start to crawl but didn't dare move. He had a dangerous feel to him and I didn't want to find out how dangerous he really was.