Taken captive

I look for the man who had been sweeping, and who had me to dance for them and find myself disappointed. Only when I look out the door, do I see he's gone back to sweeping.

I lay there, catching my breath, when the boss grabs me around the waist. I watch as his buddy grabs my clothes, along with my purse, and places them in the back of their truck. He placed me on all fours, pushing me toward the truck.

"What are you ... but I thought I had done what you wanted!? " I asked, quietly. I heard him reply, laughing hotly, his voice harsh to my ears, "Slut, we're not quite through with you yet. Unless you want us to change our minds and report you anyway, I suggest you walk that booty of yours into the back of our truck."

" ... O ook. Just don't report me. I don't want any trouble," I say, still gasping for breath. I walk, uncertain of what their plan is. A quiet moan escapes from my mouth, as I walk into the cargo compartment of his vehicle. He closes the door behind himself, and it becomes almost pitch black inside.

I saw a piece of cardboard and quickly sit on it, not seeing anything else inside. I hold on as well as I can, through several sharp turns and stops. The trip is quite short, and before long, I'm squinting as the door opens. I have to squint, and I manage to see the bulkier of the two approaches before the door is closed most of the way again.

I swallow hard, wondering what is in store for me now. I hear him speak, seemingly for the first time, as he asks, "Do you still mean anything, slut?" He licks his lips hungrily, as he looks at me in the dim light.

I hesitate, before speaking up, "... I . . meant anything. Just please don't report me. I don't want to cause any trouble"