Amira (7 page)

The
conversation was usually brief and in English when he spoke with anyone from
the home office, but this time Hani was speaking only in Arabic, and Serena
could tell there was a disagreement about something.  Although she had picked
up conversational phrases and slang from him and was learning to write the
Arabic alphabet, she could not converse but still strained to follow the conversation
as if she might understand what was being said. 

She
had never heard Hani raise his voice before now, so this phone call worried her. 
He always had a calm and peaceful demeanor with her, but she figured it was
business and sometimes business doesn't go smoothly.  She dismissed it at that
and closed her eyes again. 

A
few minutes later, she felt the familiar feeling of him sitting on the far side
of the bed, and the bed sheets rustled, letting a brief draft underneath as he
crawled in behind her.  Soon she felt the warmth of his naked body pressed
against her and his arm wrapping protectively around her.  She had left the
comfort of her own apartment and now spent every night with him at the suite
and slept soundly in the haven of his bed with him beside her.

“All
in a day's work, my dear...All in a day's work,” he whispered, kissing her
gently on the shoulder.  She snuggled against him as he held her tighter, and
she drifted off to sleep.

The
alarm clock sounded an hour later, an unwelcome reminder that she was scheduled
to work while Hani had the day off.  He could easily support them both and
offered to do so, but Serena insisted on keeping some independence and didn't
want to be one of those girls who lives off of a sugar daddy, although word had
gotten around at work that she was dating an older man and she was sure that
the label was already stuck on her. 

The
fact that he was Arabian made everyone assume his family was in the oil
business or maybe he was a prince of some kind.  The jokes didn't bother her;
in fact she walked proudly with Hani when he came to pick her up after work,
knowing full well that the men envied him because he was fucking her now and
they were yesterday's news and didn't stand a chance with her. 

Serena
also endured the jealous stares and whispers of the girls at work who she knew
were salivating over Hani's exotic good looks, sophisticated charm, and foreign
accent.  Sure, there were men of every ethnic background in this city and some
were very good looking, but the fact that an ordinary college girl like her
landed one as handsome and refined as Hani was met with covetous looks, and
some of the girls unabashedly flirted with him right in front of her.  He
always doted on her a little more at those times, holding her close, gently
kissing her forehead, and calling her sweet names in Arabic, knowing it made
them crazier with envy, even if they had no idea what he just said.  His accent
alone was enough to make their panties wet. 

Hani
saw the glances from the men as well as she walked by them, and he always held
her a little tighter and nodded politely to them.  They always looked confused
as to why this guy was so nice to them when they had just sneered at him and
looked lustfully at his girlfriend, but Hani seemed to charm everyone that he
encountered.  This quality was surely partly responsible for his success in
business as well. 

“Baby,
stay with me,” Hani pleaded sweetly.  “Let Dee find someone else to work your
shift.  Or better yet, maybe she can get off her own ass and cover it, or why
not call Beth in?” he suggested.  “Where is Maggie today? Maybe she can work
your shift. We haven't yet had an entire day to spend together between my
meetings, your classes at university, and your work.  Please, baby, I need you with
me.” 

His
dark eyes sparkled, and Serena couldn't resist nor deny his request, so she
quickly dialed and got through to Dee, who as usual acted like the fate of the
entire store depended on whether or not she would be short one cashier for a
few hours. 

“Serena,
you know that one more call off and I have to report it to George,” Dee argued.

“I
don't know why because he's not even your boss, Dee Dee.  Anyone can see chain
of command should be to Gabby, not to the assistant manager.  She's your boss,
and George is just...George is just a perv!” Serena argued back and ended the
call before Dee had a chance to say anything else.

And
Serena knew from experience that what she said was true.  It was rumored that
he often masturbated while watching the security feed from the cameras that
seemed to always be aimed at female employees, and while she had no proof of
that, everyone agreed that he did give off a sleazy vibe whenever he strutted
around the store surveying the place like he was the owner, and it was obvious
that he was leering at all of the females in the store, employees and customers
alike.  There had been complaints from customers about that too, but it seemed
that they weren’t taken seriously because George’s behavior never changed.

One
time Gabby had asked Serena to sit in as a witness during a disciplinary
meeting with another cashier, and as she was walking to her office, she walked
past George's office.  The door was slightly ajar, but Serena could hear soft
voices and a girl's giggle, followed by a deep chuckle from George.  She
stopped to peek in, and she could see that the girl was Wendy, another
cashier. 

Wendy
was a tall buxom red head, and she was fond of wearing corsets, even at work,
which emphasized her large round breasts and small waist. She worked a second
job as a waitress at the local burlesque club and was fond of the vintage pinup
style.  Her corset made her breasts look like they would suddenly burst free
from their restraints, and Serena could practically feel her ample D-cup breasts
shrink in comparison to Wendy’s. Like all of the other girls, Wendy had to wear
a boring uniform, so she tried to dress it up and personalize it with her own
style.  Wendy always chose a retro “cat eye” eyeliner and Cupid’s bow lipstick;
the exaggerated bustline, however, was bit extreme for working in a
supermarket.  She had pale, creamy skin with only a few faint freckles across
the bridge of her nose and no visible tattoos or piercings other than a
microdermal diamond stud in her cleavage.

The
one thing that intrigued Serena about Wendy was that she had a series of
piercings up the back of her neck and wore a silver barbell in each of them. 
When Wendy wore all of her hair up in a vintage “victory roll” style, the
piercings were clearly visible, and the vintage and current styles were a
striking contrast.  The piercings gave the impression of almost having been
stitched or stapled, and Serena had never seen that before.  The cleavage
piercing was just a tiny sparkle where you least expect it at her open
neckline, perfectly centered between her breasts.  Serena thought that was cute
and had contemplated getting one too, but Hani expressed that he preferred that
she keep her skin pure, and she respected his wishes.

Serena
wasn't surprised when she saw Wendy in George's office because she saw him
flirt with her many times, and she knew Wendy had a reputation of putting out. 
Someone caught had even caught her
in flagrante
in the employee lounge
with two male employees, but Wendy denied that she was in the middle of giving
them blowjobs and said they were only talking.  The pre-cum above her lip was
explained as smeared lip gloss from drinking her Coke.  Serena didn't like to
spread rumors or pass judgments on people, so they remained casual
acquaintances at work.

Serena
stepped back from the door so she wouldn't be seen.  She couldn't make out
anything that was being said, but then she heard the rustle of clothing,
followed by another giggle and the sound of a wet kiss.  She heard another
movement, hoping that it wasn't someone discovering the open door, but then she
heard George trying to hold in a moan, and Wendy made a noise like she just
tasted the most sinful dessert ever. 

Serena
peeked through the crack of the door again and saw George standing beside his
desk with his hands on his hips like he was some kind of superhero, and Wendy
was on her knees in front of him, sucking wetly on his cock.  She watched the
scene for a few minutes as Wendy's head bobbed and George gripped her hair
tightly in his fist.  Serena’s face flushed as scarlet as Wendy’s hair, and she
felt a little ashamed that couldn't stop her own pussy from getting warm and
wet too. 

Suddenly
he pulled Wendy’s hair, and she released his cock from her mouth, and he stood
her up.  He roughly pulled up her shirt and tugged the top of her corset down,
exposing her breasts.  He grabbed them with the finesse of a farmhand and bowed
his head down and started sucking her nipples.  Serena heard Wendy gasp and was
at first concerned that he was hurting her, but she heard her moan with
pleasure as she threw her head back, and she saw a dirty sweet smile spread
across Wendy’s face.

Serena
was half repulsed yet half intrigued, half turned on yet knowing she was
intruding on a private moment, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the
scene.  George lifted his head and quickly twisted Wendy's wrist behind her
back.   Wendy giggled again, and he turned her around, grinding his hips
against her back.  He whispered something in her ear and guided her to his desk. 
Wendy giggled again and peeked over her shoulder at him as he pulled her black
jeans down over her round ass.  He pushed her against the desk, and she leaned
over it as he pulled her black lace thong aside.  He squeezed her soft, full
ass cheeks in his hands then slid one hand between her legs for a few moments. 
He stroked his hard cock, lubricating it with her wetness, and prepared to
penetrate her.

Wendy
moaned as he slid inside her.  He told her to keep quiet, and he reached with
one hand to cover her mouth as she continued to moan.  He was thrusting deeply
inside her, and she gripped the edge of the desk like her life depended on it. 
He had lacked any tenderness earlier, and his style of fucking seemed to have
the same quality.  He pounded away, grunting quietly, and Serena could see he
was about to cum.  He let go of her mouth just as she came, and even with that
amount of roughness, it was a sweet sound of pleasure. 

At
that, he released into her with a stifled moan and pumped into her a few more
times before withdrawing.  He walked away out of Serena’s view, and she watched
as Wendy quickly pulled her jeans back up, tucked her breasts back into her
corset and smoothed her shirt.  Her retro-style lipstick was now a faded tint
on her lips, and she fluffed her hair and made herself quickly presentable
again.  Serena stepped away from the door again so that she wouldn't be caught.

“Now,
young lady,” George said sternly. “Get yourself back to work.  And no write-up
this time.  Try to be a good girl or else we'll have to meet here in my office
again,”

“Yes,
Daddy George,” Wendy said with a giggle. 

Serena
heard what sounded like his palm smacking her ass and another wet kiss.  She
quickly moved away from the door, and Wendy came out into the hallway.  She
looked surprised to see her there, but Serena acted like she was walking past
the door and they just happened to cross paths.

“Hey,
Rena,” Wendy said casually, wiping the corner of her mouth with her hand. 
“Disciplinary meeting with George...” 

She
started to walk away in the opposite direction as Serena continued walking to
Gabby's office, then called over her shoulder.

“What
a dick!” Wendy shouted, and Serena heard the same dirty giggle that she had
heard only moments ago.

Serena
lay back down in bed and propped herself up on her elbow beside Hani.  She
ruffled her fingers through the dark hair on his chest, petting him like the
handsome lion that he was.  He reveled in the attention and smiled sweetly,
then kissed the tip of her nose.

“Dee
Dee acted like it was a national disaster, as usual,” she said sarcastically,
rolling her eyes.  “I don't get what the big deal is.  All she has to do is.--”

Hani
stopped her by putting his finger to her lips.  His voice flowed like honey,
and his accent always soothed her and made her forget the ending of her
sentence anyway.  Hell, he could make her forget her own name if he tried.

“Shhh,
baby.  Let it go,” he crooned softly.  “It's not worth getting your beautiful
self stressed out over.  Now let's relax and enjoy this day together that we
have been blessed with.”

He
caressed her cheek and leaned forward to kiss her.  She closed her eyes and
surrendered to his kiss and sunk back into the pillow.  He kissed her ardently
as he slid his body over hers, pressing his cock against her to let her feel
his desire.  He settled himself between her legs, his growing hardness brushing
against her thigh, and her legs opened to accept him. Serena smiled and giggled
as his lips traveled from her cheeks onto her neck before grazing against her
erect nipple and nibbling it softly.  He teased the other nipple lightly with
his fingertip, and her pussy became slick with lubrication, preparing for him
to claim it once more. 

Serena
expected him that he would bring himself up and tease her clit with the tip of
his cock, which he was very fond of doing because he knew how much she loved
it, and he also liked to hear her beg to feel him inside her.  Instead, he left
her breasts and continued kissing lower onto her belly.  His gentle kisses
tickled her, and she giggled again which was stopped short when he quickly
tweaked her nipples and made her whole body twitch.  The pinch of his fingers
sent an electric pulse directly to her clit, and she imagined that if she could
see it, it would shimmer and sparkle electric blue from his touch.