The taxi driver walks in

Katie hears the door open and close behind her. Apparently, she had forgotten to lock it. Turning around, she was alarmed to see the brown skinned and portly taxi driver there. He was grinning at her in a creepy way, and she could nor suppress the shiver that ran down her spine. She was in too much shock for words, only staring at him with her hands gripped onto the sink tightly.

"Hello, madam." She hears him say in the thick local accent. His English was not perfect, "Everything ok?"

"What are you doing in here?" Katie's eyes were wide. She was about to scream.

"You want stop. Not feel good." The man continued, "Because you want cock."

Her eyes blinked several times as an image flashed in her mind, "Wh-what do you-"

"You stop, because you want cock." He repeated himself, "You white slut. Want my cock!"

She could not believe her ears, or herself when she suddenly diverted her gaze straight down to the rising tent in his shorts. Her thoughts started to race with something nonsensical, sending her into a state of confusion more than fear. Repeatedly, his broken English resonated in the muddle of images and sounds that she thought she could hear, but the more she breathed, the more the images were getting clearer. Something was very very wrong with her, and it was extremely difficult to even try to stop it. She felt weak and afraid, shivering like a leaf in the wind, unable to resist the strange sensation that was taking over her rapidly boiling over body, eyes still fixated intensely on his straining crotch.