Amira by Sofia Ross Page B

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