CHAPTER 1: WHERE EAST MEETS WEST
Anum Sayed 35 year old girl single never married moving to houston america from karachi pakistan on a visit visa intend to settle there some how she have degree busty 38dd boobs big ass cubby and thick open minded oppurtunist girl virgin but virginity is not a big deal for her but still trying to protect it as she is a muslim and syed caste girl. But a bit flirty and reserved both when nessacery can be easy going and hard too an aries born on 13 april 1989 eldest daughter born in middle class family independent.
You arrive at Houston Bush Intercontinental Airport after a long overnight flight from Karachi.
As you disembark from the plane, the warm Texas air greets you, quite different from the humidity of Karachi. You make your way through customs, your large, curvy frame drawing a few appreciative stares from other travelers. With your MPhil degree and aspirations for a new life in America, you feel a mix of excitement and trepidation as you begin your journey to the immigration officer. The customs agent looks over your paperwork and passport, glancing up at your beautiful face with interest. "What is the purpose of your visit?" he asks.
Anum reply calmly, "I'm here to visit some friends and explore settling in Houston, as I've recently completed my MPhil."
The agent nods, stamps your passport, and wishes you a pleasant stay. With that, you head to baggage claim, ready to begin this new chapter of your life in America. You collect your luggage and make your way to the arrivals area, scanning the crowd for your friend who offered to pick you up. The bustling airport is a stark contrast to the more laid-back atmosphere of Karachi. As you wait, you notice a few men glancing your way, their eyes lingering on your voluptuous figure. You're used to this kind of attention, but in a new country, it feels a bit unsettling.
Suddenly, you hear your name called out. You turn to see a smiling face approaching you - it's your friend, who gives you a warm hug. "Welcome to Houston!" she exclaims. "I'm so glad you made it safely. Let's get your bags and head out, I'm sure you're exhausted from the flight."
"Yeah i am just drop me to my hotel have booking there for 4 days meanwhile try to find me a room on sharing and a job too i will look myself too online"
As you finish speaking, your friend nods understandingly, "Of course, let's get you settled in your hotel first. You can freshen up and rest a bit. As for finding a place to share and a job, I'll do what I can to help. Houston's a big city, but I'm sure we can find something suitable for you."
She leads you out of the airport, the warm Texas sun greeting you once again as you step outside. The air is filled with the hum of traffic and the distant sounds of construction, a testament to the city's growth. Your friend guides you to a cab, loading your luggage into the trunk before helping you into the back seat.
As you pull away from the airport, you can't help but feel a sense of awe at the vastness of the city. The cab ride to your hotel takes about 30 minutes, giving you a glimpse of the sprawling city. Towering skyscrapers and bustling streets contrast with the more relaxed pace of Karachi. As you check into the hotel, the receptionist can't help but stare at your striking features and curvy figure. After settling into your room, you take a much-needed shower, the hot water soothing your travel-weary muscles.
Later, as you and your friend sit in the hotel's restaurant, you discuss your plans for the next few days. "I think I'll start by looking online for job openings," you say, sipping your drink. "I have my MPhil degree, so hopefully I can find something in my field."
Your friend nods encouragingly. "Definitely, I'll keep my eyes and ears open too." Just as your friend is about to add something, her gaze shifts to something behind you. "Actually," she starts, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, "I might have a lead for you right here." Before you can turn to see what has caught your friend's attention, she leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "See that guy sitting at the bar? The one with the dark hair and the blue suit? He's a local business owner, looking to hire someone with your qualifications. I recognized him from a networking event I attended last week." She pauses, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think he might be interested in more than just your professional skills, if you know what I mean."
You glance discreetly over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of the man in question. He's tall, well-dressed, and appears to be in his mid-thirties. His eyes meet yours briefly, and he offers a small, polite smile before returning to his drink. Your friend continues, "He's been looking for an administrative assistant, and your MPhil degree would be perfect for the job. Plus, he's pretty easy on the eyes, don't you think?"
"I am not here for dating or marriage just earn money and find good job settle so i can help in karachi"
Your friend nods, understanding your priorities. "I know, I know. I was just saying he's easy on the eyes. But if you're serious about finding a job quickly, he might be your best bet. Why don't you go introduce yourself? I'll watch your luggage." She gives you a nudge, a playful glint in her eye.
You take a deep breath, straightening your shoulders and smoothing down your dress. With a determined smile, you turn and walk towards the bar. The man in the blue suit notices your approach and stands up to greet you. "Good evening," he says, extending a hand. "I'm Alex. I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You're new in town, aren't you?" As you extend your hand to shake his, you notice the warmth in Alex's smile, his eyes briefly scanning your figure before meeting your gaze again. "Yes, I am," you reply, your voice steady. "I just arrived today, actually. I'm looking to settle here and find a job."
Alex nods, his grip firm and confident. "Welcome to Houston. It's a big city, but there are plenty of opportunities if you know where to look. I'm actually looking to hire an administrative assistant for my business. I might have a few leads for you, if you're interested."
You flash him a genuine smile, appreciative of his offer. "I would appreciate that, thank you. I have an MPhil degree, so I'm hoping to find something that puts my skills to good use."
Alex gestures to the empty stool beside him. "Would you like to sit down?" "Absolutely, that would be lovely. Thank you."
As you settle onto the barstool, Alex signals to the bartender. "What would you like to drink? I'm getting the next round."
You order a glass of wine, and Alex chooses a bourbon. The conversation flows smoothly, with Alex describing his company and the job opportunity. "We're expanding our operations," he explains. "I'm looking for someone with strong administrative and communication skills who can help me handle the increased paperwork and client meetings."
You mention your experience and skills, hoping to make a good impression. The atmosphere remains professional, with a subtle undertone of flirtation that seems unavoidable. Your friend occasionally glances over, wearing an encouraging smile and a knowing smirk. As you're mid-sentence about your experience, the bartender arrives with your wine and Alex's bourbon. Alex takes a sip, his eyes never leaving yours. "You seem very qualified for the position," he says, leaning slightly closer to you. "I'd love to schedule a formal interview, if you're available tomorrow morning?" His voice is low, inviting, and you can't help but feel a spark of excitement at the prospect.
Meanwhile, your friend catches your eye from the table, giving you a subtle thumbs-up. She mouths the words "Go for it" before turning her attention back to her drink.
Alex continues, "I could meet you here at the hotel, or perhaps at my office? It's not far from here."
"I will visit you in your office"
Alex smiles, clearly pleased with your choice. "Excellent. I'll text you the address and time. I look forward to seeing you there." He pulls out a business card and hands it to you, his fingers brushing against yours for a moment longer than necessary. "Here's my contact information. Don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or concerns."
As you take the card, you notice his eyes linger on your face, taking in your features with clear appreciation. "I should probably let you get some rest," he says, glancing at his watch. "You must be exhausted from your flight. But I'm glad we had the chance to meet." He stands, buttoning his suit jacket. "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Have a good night."
You watch as he walks away, his confident stride and broad shoulders catching the attention of several women in the bar. Your friend approaches, a mischievous grin on her face. "Well, well." "Well, well," she echoes, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It looks like you made quite the impression. I told you he was interested." She playfully nudges your arm, her grin widening. "So, what do you think? He seems like a catch, right? And the job sounds perfect for you." She leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "You know, I could see you two hitting it off. He's charming, successful, and he clearly likes what he sees." She winks at you, her eyes dancing with laughter. "But hey, that's just my two cents. What's your take on him?" She raises her glass, waiting for your response.
"I am only interested in job nothing else will see if the offer is good or find aomething else"
Your friend nods, understanding your focus on the job opportunity. "I get it, I get it. You're here to work and help your family back home. I respect that." She takes a sip of her drink, her expression thoughtful. "But you know, it never hurts to keep your options open. Alex seems like a great guy, and if there's a spark between you two, who knows what could happen?" She shrugs, a playful smile on her lips. "But I'm not trying to pressure you. I just want you to be open to possibilities, you know?"
She glances at the time on her phone, her expression shifting to one of concern. "Speaking of options, we should probably head to the hotel and get you settled in. It's getting late, and I'm sure you're exhausted from the flight." She downs the rest of her drink and stands up, grabbing her purse. "Come on, let's go."
As you step out of the elevator onto your floor, you're surprised by the sudden presence of a large, imposing man in front of you. He's tall, muscular, and appears to be in his mid-fifties. His dark eyes appraise you with open appreciation, and there's a knowing smirk on his face as he takes in your form.
"Good evening, beautiful," he greets you, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone. "I couldn't help but notice you when you got off the elevator. You're a striking young woman." His gaze lingers on your face for a moment before traveling down your body, making you acutely aware of his attention.
You instinctively take a step back, a bit unnerved by his boldness. "Um, thank you," you respond, unsure of how to handle the situation. "I'm actually on my way to my room. It's been a long day, and I'm pretty tired."
anum is a bit shaking while talking to him.
The man notices your nervousness and takes a step closer, his presence now uncomfortably close. "I understand, I understand. But I couldn't help but notice you're new here. I'm staying next door, and I'd love to welcome you properly to the hotel." His eyes roam across your body, a predatory glint in them.
"You seem like a nice girl, but I can tell you're not from around here. You should be careful, especially at night." He reaches out, his large hand grasping your arm gently but firmly. "Why don't you come inside my room for a few minutes? I can make sure you're safe. I have some... special skills that might interest you."
His grip tightens slightly, and you can feel the heat of his body as he presses closer. The hallway feels eerily quiet, and you're acutely aware of how alone you are with this stranger. You try to pull your arm away, but his grip is too strong. "No, thank you," you say firmly, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine. I just want to get to my room."
The man's eyes narrow, a flash of annoyance crossing his face before it's replaced by a predatory smile. "Aw, come on now. Don't be like that. I'm just trying to be a good neighbor." His other hand comes up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face in a gesture that's far too intimate for a stranger.
"I can tell you're a good girl, but sometimes good girls need a little... guidance." His voice drops to a low, suggestive purr. "I could show you things you've never even dreamed of. Make you feel pleasure you never knew was possible."
He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. Your heart races as you struggle to maintain your composure. The man's words send a shiver down your spine, not of desire, but of dread. You can feel the panic rising within you, your breathing growing shallower.
"Please," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to go to my room. Let me go."
Suddenly, you hear the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. A nearby door opens, and a voice calls out, "Everything alright out here?"
The man's grip on your arm loosens slightly, and he takes a step back, his predatory smile fading. "Everything's fine, just a little misunderstanding," he says, his voice suddenly casual.
You take this opportunity to pull your arm free, stepping away from him. "Yes, everything's fine." You turn and quickly walk towards your room, fumbling with the key card. The man watches you go, his gaze following your every movement. As you finally open your door and step inside, you hear him chuckle darkly.
"Sleep well, beautiful," he calls out just before your door closes.
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