Anisah: Misty Peaks Newest Resident

Anisah stepped into the Lone Star motel bar. The walls were adorned in the Stars and Stripes and a Make America Great Again banner was draped behind the bar. Not only that but a Confederate flag hung from staff in the corner. Being a single Muslim woman wearing a headscarf, a small part of Anisah thought she had made a poor choice. Yet after several days of being on the road she was just too damn tired to look for a more suitable place to rest for the night. At least the bar was empty of patrons with only a buxom barmaid to be seen.

The barmaid was a middle aged blonde with impossibly large tits. Like, fucking massive. She polished a glass behind the counter, chewing gum while looking Anisah up and down. A hint of a smile crossed the blonde's face. "Howdy, stranger."

"Evening."

"What drink can I get you?"

Anisah tried to sound confident but failed miserably. "Actually, I'm just looking for a room."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

The blonde snigerred. "Will anyone be joining you?"

"Definitely not."

"Then sixty dollars a night for a single."

"That's fine." Anisah slipped her hand into her handbag. "Very reasonable, actually,."

"I'll check you in, but first you need a drink. So sit down. I like to know a person before I let them stay in my motel."

Anisah wasn't going to argue. After all, the barmaid's tits weighed more than the petite Anisah. Plus she did have a thirst. "Then I will have a tap water. Please."

"Oh that's right, you folks don't drink, do you?"

"No. We don't."

The blonde used the glass she had been polishing then ran the cold faucet. "We don't get many like you here. Muslims. Hell, we even have few blacks come this way. " As Anisah listened, she saw a tattoo on the blonde's arm. It looked suspiciously like The Donald."But ya'll welcome here. And lucky for you, this town is known for it's it's special water as much as it's beer."

Anisah sat on a barstool as she took the glass. "Great. But I'll be the judge of that."

"You won't regret it."

Anisah tasted the water, then took a thirsty mouthful. "Nice. Has that earthly taste. Like, you can tell it's not treated."

"Straight from mother earth." The blonde then added. "You on the run, or something?"

"No." Anisah took another swig from the water then shook her head. "Why do you ask?."

"You look too tired to be a casual traveller. We're yeah going?"

"Visiting friends."

"I see." The blonde didn't try to hide her suspicion. "You want to keep it secret, don't yeah? That's fine by me. Just don't go planning any radical stuff. This town don't take kindly to drama. Doesn't like being on the national news."

"I just want a bed for the night. I'll be gone by check out."

"That's 10am."

Anisah emptied the rest of her glass in one large guzzle."Got it." She wiped the excess water from her lips. "Now, that room?"

"I got a gun."

Anisah took a step back, raising her hands to her shoulders."I'll leave if you w…"

"I'm just saying. I know a woman on the run when I see one. They have that look of desperation in their eyes. But don't worry darling, If that bastard of an ex comes looking for yeah, I'll give him both barrels. My guests are my bear cubs. And this mamma bear let's no one fuck with her cubs."

"Good to know."

"Now. Let's check you in. I'm Cindy, by the way."

"Anisah. Anisah the bear cub."

~

Backstory

Anisha fled Syria in 2015 as a child refugee and was brought to America by a charity. This was because her family and relatives were all either murdered or dispersed across the Middle East by President Assad's forces.

Despite the severe trauma and upheaval Anisah was a resilient child and eventually settled into life on the East Coast of America. She applied herself well in the classroom but was a quiet child with few friends outside her loving foster home.

She always felt different from the rest and could rarely relate to the other classmates.

Upon leaving high school Anisah's American family expected her to go to University. But she finished her education to work several mundane jobs in order to build her savings. Everyone was shocked as she had the grades to walk into any university.

But Anisah chose this route because she planned to spend her savings on setting up her own business.

At first her foster family didn't understand. I mean, why give up a MBA and endless frat parties? All that first class education and world beating social mixing.

But of course Anisah knew what she was doing. This was In part to honor her late father who was a shopkeeper, but also to satisfy her entrepreneurial spirit, Anisah's humble dream was to open a convenience store.

It was her way of remembering her family.

At the age of just twenty Anisah had built up enough savings to rent a small outlet at the bottom of a student housing block of a local college campus and she ran a shop out of it. She used the rest of her savings to buy her stock from a wide range of local wholesalers

It was a huge gamble.

Fortunately the shop thrived, in part because the male students loved trying their luck with Anisah. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her petite body, olive skin and feisty nature pulled the punters in. This was despite wearing a shayla which is a colourful and delicate head scarf loosely worn over her hair. She hadn't worn it in school but since becoming an adult she wanted to reconnect with her roots.

Plus Anisah was more interested in business than boys so a bit of modesty didn't hurt. Having said that, she did enjoy flirting as It was good for business. And she had become a bit of an expert tease.

Anisah was a successful young business owner and felt she was living the American dream.

But one thing was bothering her. Her father always said rent money is dead money.

Anisah needed to buy rather than rent her own building. So when the lease was coming up for renewal she began looking at new empty commercial spaces across the city.

But her plans to move accelerated when life suddenly got complicated.

Very complicated.

A Syrian man who looked ex military moved into the area. He kept 'bumping' into Anisah in random places. On the street, on campus and in the nearby park.

Right away Anisah knew he was bad news. He was obviously stalking her.

But why? Anisah began to fear for her safety.

She bought a can of pepper spray, a **** alarm and a taser.

About a month after Anisah first noticed him, the dreaded day came.

The electronic buzz signaled a customer. And it was the tall grizzled Syrian. He stayed in one aisle, reading newspaper after newspaper.

Annisah monitored him on the. CCTV with her heart in her mouth. She prayed under her breath that he would leave.

But he didn't move.

Eventually Anisah felt she had **** but challenge him, but not before she concealed some precautions. She switched on the audio recording app on her smartphone and slid it in her back pocket. She then took the pepper spray and hid it in her jacket pocket.

Anisah stepped up to him. "Can I help you?" He didn't answer. Didn't even look at her. "What are you doing in my shop?"

He replied in Arabic that she should speak her native tongue.

"Sorry. I don't speak Arabic."

"Yes you do."

Anisah barked. "I don't."

"I know you do." His accent was pure Damascan. "How about if I told you, I know who you are. Huh? You're from Aleppo."

Anisah chewed her lip. Her greatest fears were coming true. "How do you know such things?"

"How about if I told you, I knew your parents. In fact… how about I told you that I was the last person who saw their treacherous faces alive? I've come to see if your screams are like your mother's"

Anisah pulled a small canister from her pocket and fired the pepper spray towards him. She squirted him directly in his eye, causing him to curse the heavens as he stumbled backwards coughing and spluttering. She then kicked him between his legs, sending him falling to his knees.

Taking a large glass kilner jar full of hard boiled sweets, she threw it, point blank, on his crown. Smashing and splitting his forehead open, knocking him clean out.

Annisah didn't want to kill him.

Well, she wanted to, but it would violate her visa.

So, she instead tied him up for the landlord to discover in the morning.

The audio recordings of his threats would be posted to the police it needed.

Anisha watched him bleed and bleed

Then finally made up her mind. Yup. She was leaving this city for good. And getting as far away as possible

Once again she will be uprooting and starting her life over again. But at least this time she will have money.

She thought it better to move to small-town America.

Getting into her small hatchback car, she decided to drive out of the city until she found a remote town that took her fancy.

After two days of driving pretty much non-stop except for fuel stops and caffeine, Anisah found a nice scenic town in the foothills of the Misty Peak mountains. A handsome place which looked like a place her next shop could thrive.

The town was aptly called Misty Peaks.

Beyond tired and indeed of shower, Anisah needed a motel. As she drove towards the centre of town she began to notice something a little unusual about the locals….they all looked, well… let's say, buffed and buxom.

The men looked like they had walked off the cover of Muscles Monthly, while the women had strutted in off Tits Weekly.

Anisah's eyes were heavy, her mind closing down. It was now dangerous to drive. She then found a motel called the Lone Star motel. She immediately pulled into the parking lot.

Once Anisha had checked in with the blonde barmaid, she collapsed on the bed. "What will tomorrow bring?"

But before she would wonder, she fell asleep.

What lays in store for Anisah?

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