Slaves Market - Taken

achid stops the car in front of the hotel. He didn’t take his eyes off the rear mirror the entire way from the airport. In the back seat, the most gorgeous white woman he had ever seen artistically brushed her hair, looking at herself in a small mirror. In two years working as a taxi driver in Nairobi, East Africa’s most cosmopolitan city, he had never seen such flaming red hair and emerald green eyes. He quickly gets out of the car to open the door for his passenger before the doorman has time to get there. The young woman wears baggy blue cotton pants with white polka dots, sports shoes and a very short shirt that reveals her slim waist, her navel and an irresistible flat stomach. Rachid takes a deep breath without looking at her as she walks by, these fucking white women smell really good ... A bellboy rushes to get his luggage. “Have you seen that chick? Rachid asks, overcome with emotion. - You don’t know who it is? The bellhop answers. The taxi driver shakes his head without taking his eyes off the young woman’s hips. “This is Claudia Moore ... the supermodel. The hotel is topsy-turvy. He’s been waiting for a month.*** Claudia comes down to breakfast wearing a simple pink short-sleeved dress that sits just above the knee and open sandals with no heels. When she arrived, she immediately fell asleep because of the jet lag. On the way to the dining room, she stops at the front desk and greets the concierge: “Hello, I’m Claudia Moore. Do you have any messages for me? - Yes Miss! The concierge answers, visibly nervous. They called to say they would pick you up at ten. Claudia glances at the hotel clock. That’s good: she has over an hour to have breakfast. She picks up a newspaper and walks into the dining room, aware that she is the center of attention. She’s used to it...