A nervous cab-ride

Surely it wouldn't be too hard to follow a set of directions. After all, she could just use her phone to call up a map, right? Except, as she soon discovered, her boots werent' made for walking and she had no idea which way was north, or just how far away her next street was. The phone made it look so close. Just an inch away, but how much was that inch in real-life?

"Dammit!" she muttered, and jumped as a cab stopped beside her, disgorging a laughing couple. Taking the opportunity as a sign Bria threw herself into the backseat as the pair paid.

"Could you get me here?" she said, thrusting forward the paper the directions were on. She blinked as she realized that there was a glass partition between her and the driver, and stared into his hawk-like eyes for a moment, noticing for the first time that he was Arabic.

While there were middle-easterners in Minnesota she'd never actually met any and talked to them. She just remembered horror stories of the things they did to their women and stories about harems.

"Uh, nevermind," she squeaked, and tried to get out, only to be flung back in her seat as the cab sped away from the curb.

"I assure it is no problem. I know the area well. Why I had a passenger go to that area earlier today," he said in an oddly melodic accent. "You have very pretty blonde hair," he said.

Bria laughed nervously, patting her wavy natural blonde locks before saying, "This? Oh no, I dye my hair. I have black hair normally. A friend did it. While I was drunk."

"Oh, so you are a party girl? And did anyone else do anything to you while you were intoxicated?"

Bria opened her mouth to deny it, only to have a scene fill her mind with such clarity it felt like it absolutely must have happened. It was her, only her back, her body slick with sweat and various fluids, while a man pounded away at her pussy, which seemed to be leaking as if it was full of liquid. A line of men cheered on the man fucking her, waiting their turn, while a girl she knew from the contest circuit filmed it.

Reality snapped back into focus, and Bria blinked the hallucination away, only to realize she'd missed her chance to tell him the truth that while she was a party girl she wasn't a slut.

The driver, whose license identified him as Abdul, nodded knowingly, and gave her a sharp look. "Do you have sexual intercourse with a great deal of men?" the cabbie asked her.

Bria stared at him, her mouth flopping open. "I... Of course not!" she said weakly, meaning it, but her subconscious betrayed her by nodding her head once.

"So you are. I thought you might be if you were going to this address."

"I... I think I should get out," she said.

"But we are not at your destination. This area is not very nice for a pretty young blonde like yourself. Especially dressed as you are," the cabbie said, his eyes seemingly raking her body with scorn. Or was that her imagination?

Bria squeezed her eyes shut, fighting her strange fears, trying to make up her mind.