Her Heart, His Possession

Alex sits nervously staring out the window of the plain. Her legs kept bouncing, trying to keep the pins and needles at bay after sitting for so long in the cramped plain seats. Glancing at her neighbor, who is sprawled out like a starfish, she restrains herself from kicking his legs away from her. She won't let the flight spoil her mood though. She's been looking forward to this trip for years. It took her 5 years to save enough money to afford this vacation, 5 years of busting tables and avoiding the perverted men she served at the bar. Sighing, she brushes her long black hair out of her face, tucking the strand behind her ears. Looking at her reflection she admires her piercings. She could be seen as the rebellious type. Piercings, dark makeup, black clothes and a sarcastic attitude to boot. But that's oky, her sister always used to say it keeps the weak away. Her lips curled up into a grin as she realized her sister was indeed right. She looks absolutely unapproachable. Resting her head back against the seat, she decided to close her eyes and try to catch a nap, at least that way she won't be tempted to do something about the foot currently invading her leg room. Alex woke up with a jolt as the wheels of the place touched down on the runway. Looking around curiously, she noticed all her fellow passengers getting ready to disembark. Alex settled back into her seat, content to wait out the rush. She was petite and didn't want to end up behing stampeded into the ground. She eyed the brute next to her as he lumbered over to his bag and unceremoniously dumped her bag in his now empty seat, shooting her a quick smile that didn't reach his bulging eyes. She nodded to him her thanks, but didn't bother to smile. She suppressed an eye roll when he mumbled under his breath about disrespectful youth. After about five minutes the cabin was almost deserted, and she slowly made her way of the plain, breathing in the hot desert air. She was finally in Egypt. She managed to get a donkey cart to take her to her hotel in Cario. Alex was looking around her in awe, but she was not distracted enough to miss the leering looks the driver kept giving her long athletic legs. Her creamy skin was in start contrast to the darker skin of the natives. Not wanting to cause a scene she tried to ignore the looks, instead she became transfixed watching the buildings pass by, and admiring all the street vendors. She new that she would be eating at one of the food trucks tonight, and her stomach growled in agreement as she caught a whiff of something delicious. After about a two hour drive, her butt was starting to go dead from the hard wooden seats of the cart, and the driver had moved on to stare at her cleavage. She was regretting not wearing something more conservative, but sadly the heat was just to much for her. She was used to the cold rainy days in London, and already she was feeling the effects of the Egyptian heat, sweat running down her back. Finally arriving at the hotel she didn't waste any time jumping down from the cart, almost falling down when she hit a loose stone. "Thank you so much for the ride" her voice sounded forced, even to her own ears, and her hand holding out the notes was shaking slightly. She tried to calm down her nerves as she smiled at the man, but he merely snagged the money and went on his way. Maybe he doesn't understand me, she mused as she entered the hotel. The bell boy was American, so checking in was a breeze. The cute blond even offered to show her some tourist sites, which she happily agreed to. Grabbing a quick shower to wash of the sweat and grime from her flight, she dressed in a short black dress, which flaired out at her hips, toeing on her black pumps she quickly checked her makeup. Satisfied with dabbing on some lipgloss she ran out the door, exited to finally start her adventure.