Well, I was in a beautiful and well embarrassing but I got to get out anyway. Finally, I was saved by Amal, a colleague with whom I became good friends thereafter.
- Ah! Excuse me. I came to take the broom. And we are watching the corner of his eye. If you have something so important I will return later.
was indeed occasionally or never escape me. By weaving between the two girls in that little locker room I said.
- No, no! cava, we will speak again.
I was lucky this morning. There were so many customers that Mena could not even take time to recover a little while. And as the hours, she had forgotten. Finally, he pretended to ignore me.
was not a bad job: not the kind of boring office job. Be in direct contact with people, get out and take a coffee break whenever I want, was the paradise for me. Actually, I was the one favored by these outputs, of course, because our boss at the place of work, he needed me in his band.
The first few weeks, I worked half time, and after gradually, it got all day. Anyway, as my mother said it was better than hanging out in coffeeshops.
The positive points of my new job, were earning some money first and get away a little from the world of lesbianism. Finally, I thought I had a plan in mind but I did not know how to implement this plan in that outlet, so that for three months Work at Benetton, the daughter in question, which I did all this only came once or twice to visit Mouna by Giant.
As for negatives, I could only see one, the presence of Karim, the only vendor with us men on the staff (I have not counted the cashier because he thought he was a girl of course ).
It was not a bad guy. He was a young man of 24 years, not bad physically, a little Mr. I know everything and what annoyed me most that it was very sticky, and a first-dragger.
In fact, when I came out to coffee with Amal, he accompanied us. So you can imagine the hell I experienced, the stories straight on the one hand and drag Karim other.
- Have you seen the guy?
- What guy? I said, looking up from my sandwich, chicken. In
elbows on the table, Amal told me in a low voice.
- The Cashier Zara, it is canon.
Following the guy in question eyes, who was in the same small fastfood giant to us, I said.
- Well, he is lean.
- But no, he is slender, and without leave from his eyes. It is very beautiful.
And now, as Karim, was involved in our conversation.
- Yes, Yasmin was completely right. And folding his arms at me with a look of devouring wolf. How love you guys, you?
There Amal estuary with a sly and interfered.
- Not like you anyway.
He smiled and continued.
- I'm more handsome than your Cashier Zara, me.
- Oh, the pretentious.
He laughed and spoke to me again.
- Tell me, Yasmine, did not you buddy?
- You want to be her boyfriend by any chance? "cried Amal, in the teasing.
- But let's talk a little. I smiled at cons
heart saying.
- Not at the moment. By dipping a sweet
look into mine.
- It's weird how such a beautiful girl like you is still single.
Amal, again spoke.
- Well, if it has no boyfriend she does not want it all.
There, his eyes brightened with a gleam of wickedness, and he adds, laughing.
- You will not be by chance, as Mouna?
Since I do not understand innuendo, I remained silent while Amal cried a little on edge.
- But stop, Mouna is not a lesbian.
- And the message I read on her as the other day when she forgot. By confining
blaming a glance.
- You had no right to do that, it's impolite même.et drinking water, me too sometimes I write to friends, my heart and my chip.
- but not my love I love you. He exclaimed in his deep voice. And then trying to cross my eyes, well, I laugh, I know you're not a lesbian, not be angry please!
No, no, I have no reason to get angry, I am my grandfather. Of course, I did not say that. Few girls, who were proud of being in a society such as ours.
I content with a small smile while following Mouna corner of the eye. The handset groping against your ear, she stood near an entrance to the Giant. And then I saw, Sahar, wearing sunglasses, coming toward her. They exchanged two kisses and then both went to the toilet for girls.
- is his girlfriend, I'm willing to bet. Karim cried, following them very interested.
- Fact him peace, Karim! Amal cried angry, then hand to me, come on, or you want more you worry with him.
This, in brief, was just my everyday life, to a certain afternoon towards 17h30.c It was a Thursday. Mouna, was in the process of folding a few sweaters with the help of Amal. Majdi and Karim, were a little daily inventory of new winter collection. And I took care of the one client who was in the shop right now, and that was rather foraging.
- fucking Mehdouch! you know I can not come tonight!
A sentence so it was a loud outcry, my eyes are lifted automatically search for the girl who said it.
I wish I did not look up, because since when my eyes fell upon her, did not want to leave.
It was a hot girl, a goddess, the look of a diva. Very feminine, very, very well, with his haircut, super fashion, squeezed in a grayish black jeans, low waist, and a boat neck sweater, giving a superb view of her bosom, in short the spitting image of a model and it was actually a model and has proven as a regular customer of the shop. She clutched a nervous look and then came towards me as I was the only vendor available.
- Hi! 're new here?
- Yes, this is my fourth day in fact. I said, very shy.
Oh damn, it was perfect, no visible defect as if it were a doll made to measure, beautiful blue eyes of a wolf, very pink lips and voluptuous at the hands of princesses, and a very sexy body well done. A goddess of beauty. Besides, I was not the only fallen under its spell. Some guys were making back and forth to the store just to watch it.
There, Majdi, coming towards us and sharing with her two kisses.
- Oh, Nesrin, You have missed so much. I'm very angry against you, That's more than a month you're not coming.
She put his mobile in her handbag and said, drawing a smile.
- I had a fashion show in Paris! whew, I'm very tired. Then looking at me from the corner of his eye, how you your name?
- Yasmine.
- Jasmine sounds better! she says, laughing.
No, no, do not get me wrong. It was not my third girlfriend. I loved going out with her. Who does not dream of going out with such beauty. But this girl was the queen of short and lesbian relationships, and yes a beautiful lesbian. To my surprise a few days after, I saw the north star. She was with a group of girls, among them a bisexual girl I knew. Next my eyes dazzled Cyrine, told me.
- You know her?
- Who?
- Nesrine.
Surprised, I cried.
- You know you?
- Everyone knows it, and laying his hand on me, it's a tease and a slut.
- You seem to know it by heart.
one looked nervous, she cried.
- Who does not know it's a bitch, which makes no girlfriends but by cons who loves to sleep with girls.
- It does not look .... She
cut the floor, continuing.
- She slept with my ex once was at a party, they were both stuffed. But my ex was in love with her, and you know what she said?
- What?
- she can dream of going out with her, and she had done with her under the influence of alcohol and because it was the occasion of his birthday. And by injecting
Nesrine, laughing with her friends out loud.
- She keeps crying all the time, she does not sleep with the same girl twice, and a nymphomaniac dirty pretentious.
I, for cons, I followed a sweet look, I was charmed. And I even thought that she noticed my gaze, smiled once since.
At the store forever, when I saw her enter the gate, I ran toward it and guides it into the new collection. Et puis avec le temps, même quand je me trouvais occupée avec une autre cliente, elle m'attendait et refusait d'être aidée par une autre vendeuse à ma place.
I became his favorite vendor and I was in heaven this little attention that I was special.
Well, it was nearly the same, until she decided to try the new support in lace. It took five different colors and try them in a party office vacant.
Three minutes later she called me. Gently holding the curtain and seeing her in underwear, I looked down and there she said pulling me by the hand inside.
- What I have called you to help me choose the color that suits me more and you you look down?
I raised my head and I said, half the vote.
- The pink suits you very well. Without
leave me a strange look, she took before me, and my eyes fell upon a lovely pair of tits around. Suddenly, I became flushed and she noticed and smiled and then held a new support blue sky and tried to say.
- And this one?
- It is beautiful too.
She stared at me a inquisitive look, as if to read my mind and told me.
- I saw you the other day at the North Star. And removing the support again. You will not be a coincidence ...
By cutting him, while advancing a step towards the curtain with the intention to leave.
- No, I'm not.
She grabbed my hand and put it boldly on her right breast and pulling me towards her eagerly.
- And now?
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