Yes

She didn't have a good feeling about the looks of the cabbie, but not wanting to be late and not wanting to have to fight her way through traffic to get there, she climbed in.

"Hi, I'm Cassadee, got to get to the stadium," she tells the driver, a middle-eastern man named Ahmed, shivering a little when she notices him looking her up and down.

"I take you there, have drink while I drive you there," Ahmed tells her in broken English, once again giving her the once-over as she sips on the drink and thanks him for his hospitality.

"How dumb was I for thinking this guy was questi...ona...ble..." Cassadee told herself as she sipped on the drink, gradually falling under the spell of the **** that was in it and falling **** in the back seat of the cab as Ahmed drives her to the airport.

Unbeknownst to Cassadee, Ahmed drove cabs around the Houston area only as a cover for his sex trafficking operation, and he only knows Cassadee as a sexy, young American girl who would be a great sexual target, and not as the up-and-coming country star that she was.

And once Ahmed had her back at the airport terminal, he climbed into the back seat and "tested out" his newest acquisition.