Haitian Love Stories Ch. 06
It was a rather quiet day at the Lisgar Call Center in downtown Ottawa. Winter had come to provincial Ontario, and everyone was frosty, reflecting the weather outside. There are hundreds of call center operators occupying five floors of the mid-sized building, with Canadian government workers taking the two topmost floors. Today, the phones were dead, with hardly any callers, and people were a bit more relaxed than usual.
"Desole, mademoiselle, I was daydreaming," Jacob said with utmost insincerity, and Nora grinned, then gently touched his shoulder before she continued making her rounds. She'd recently gotten promoted to supervisor after two years on the job, following her graduation from La Cite Collegiale. Running a call center isn't easy, especially one that takes sales-oriented inbound and outbound calls. There are numbers which every supervisor must meet. Someone has to do it, though, and Nadia Chaouni is the right woman for the job...
"Nadia, I need your help," said Elisabeth Dupuis, and Nadia hurried over to the portly Haitian woman, who'd been eyeballing her and Jacob with disapproval for quite some time. Just as Nadia suspected, Elisabeth had a computer problem which would have been solved by running a simple systems diagnostic. When Nadia pointed that out, Elisabeth gave her a fake smile, then looked her up and down. Obviously, Nadia's choice of outfit, consisting of a black leather jacket over a pink turtleneck shirt and Yoga pants, did not meet with Elisabeth's approval...
"Have a nice day, Liz, I've got to go," Nadia said, with a smile just as fake as Elizabeth's, and she was well aware of the fact that Elizabeth hated to be called Liz. Nadia wondered if Liz was familiar with the concept of irony. The Haitian broad disapproved of Nadia's, ahem, fondness for Jacob, but she had a white boyfriend herself, some guy named Keith or something. Nadia checked up on Ian, a boisterous young African guy who was one of the call center's top salespeople.
"I stole a client from the Quebec cable and Internet company and signed them up to our clients," Ian said victoriously, and Nadia grinned, high-fived Ian and then wrote his name on the board. At the Lisgar Call Center, every employee's good deed was put up on the board and celebrated, from punctuality and customer service awards to exemplary sales records. That's one of the many reasons why Nadia liked her job. She liked making people feel good...
As Nadia continued her rounds, she could sense someone looking at her. At first, she thought it might be Liz, or perhaps Jacob, the call center's booty gawker in chief. Nope, no such luck. Nadia turned around and found herself facing Yassin Assad, a tall, bearded young Arab Muslim guy originally from the City of Aleppo, Syria. He grinned at her the way a serpent smiles at a dove before ensnaring it, and Nadia repressed a shudder. The dude gave her the creeps...
"Well, if it isn't Miss Africa," Yassin said, and he looked Nadia up and down, and the young woman rolled her eyes. Like a lot of Arabs, Yassin viewed himself as somehow superior to Africans, the way some unenlightened North Africans saw themselves as superior to their sub-Saharan brethren. Nadia had seen such racist attitudes in her hometown of Rabat, Morocco, and didn't subscribe to them. The way Nadia sees it, everybody's human, and at the end of it all, everyone turns to dust, regardless of pedigree or skin color...
During Nadia's first year at the call center, she made the mistake of spending one passionate weekend with Yassin. The sex was fun, but the dude was a real douche bag. Nadia decided to dump Yassin after she found out about his racist attitude toward non-Arabs, especially Africans. The fool saw nothing wrong with sleeping with a North African woman while disparaging African people. The sheer nerve on him!
"Something I can help you with, Yassin?" Nadia demanded, crossing her arms, and Yassin grinned. As a quality control manager with the Lisgar Call Center, Yassin outranked Nadia, but she didn't answer to him directly. Nadia's manager was a white lady named Roxy, a short-haired, tattooed lesbian who was actually a really sweet person. Too bad Roxy was on vacation, and there was no one to hold Yassin in check. Nadia resisted the urge to smack the smirk out of Yassin's face...
"I see that Team Africa is leading in sales, go team go," Yassin said mockingly as he pumped his fist in the air, in an imitation of the Black Power Salute. Nadia shrugged and brushed past Yassin, not caring to hear the rest of his diatribe. Of course, Yassin, unable to get the damned hint, followed Nadia, and she sighed, wondering what it would take to get rid of the bozo. In Arab culture, sexual harassment is not exactly seen as a problem, and unless a woman's male family members are present, fools will harass her with impunity...
"Yo, Yassin, what's good?" Jacob said, and with almost panther-like speed, the tall, dark-skinned young Haitian man placed himself between Yassin and the retreating Nadia. Yassin scowled and locked eyes with Jacob, as if offended that the young Haitian guy was standing up to him. Jacob knew that in Arab countries, the blacks are usually passive and soft, the result of centuries of subjugation. Well, Jacob is from the island of Haiti, where the dark-skinned people have been known to beat pale bozos with imperialistic ambitions...
"Mind your own business, bro," Yassin retorted, and Jacob got in his face. Nadia tried to defuse the situation but both young men ignored her. It looked like a fight was about to start. Fortunately, the floor manager, Mr. Morrison, a portly, middle-aged and balding white man, heard the commotion and hurried over to the hot spot. He cleared his throat loudly, and when that didn't work, he shouted to get the irate young men's attention.
"Gentlemen, what the hell is going on here? We have no time for bickering, there is work to do," Mr. Morrison said, and Yassin sighed, while Jacob exhaled sharply. The two young men returned to their respective corners. Mr. Morrison watched them go, feeling like a teacher dealing with irate students. He looked at Nadia, who looked forlorn, and inquired if she was alright. The poor gal looked tired all of a sudden, and it was still early in the morning...
"Thank you, Mr. Morrison," Nadia said softly, and she impulsively gave the older man a hug, before rushing to the ladies room. Nadia washed her face, and looked at her reflection in the mirror. At the age of twenty three, she stood five-foot-eight, curvy and sexy, with long black hair framing a lovely, round face. Serious brown eyes stared back at her. Nadia is a daughter of the North African Desert, and a tough woman. Still, Yassin made Nadia feel powerless, and she felt more embarrassed than flattered by the fact that Jacob, well-meaning but impulsive Jacob, had to come rescue her...
Nadia returned to her work station, listening in on the conversations which her team members were having with various clients. She was grading them on information accuracy, speedy delivery, and customer service. On top of everything else, they had to be good salespeople, selling Internet and cable services to clients across Canada. Everyone at the Lisgar Call Center was required to be bilingual, since they serviced Quebec and the rest of Canada.
"Are you alright?" Jacob asked Nadia when he came back from a washroom break. Nadia grabbed him by the arm and ushered him into the hallway, away from their colleagues and co-workers. Jacob looked at Nadia and grinned that cocky, infuriating and at times charming grin of his. Like a lot of tall, good-looking young black men, Jacob thought he was irresistible to women. Well, Nadia was going to disabuse him of that notion toot sweet...
"We need to talk," Nadia told a startled Jacob, and just like that, the words poured out of her, unbidden. As a young woman growing up in Morocco, Nadia was exposed to a lot of racism and sexism. The color of one's skin, the lighter the better, is a mark of status in the Kingdom of Morocco, which is caught between the Arab world and the African world. What irked Nadia the most were men who thought that women simply couldn't get by without them. As protectors or detractors, they pissed her off...
"Yassin is an asshole, he was hassling you, I came to help you," Jacob said defensively, not understanding why Nadia was pissed. Nadia sighed, and tried to explain as best she could. Jacob is a man, and at the end of the day, society believes he can take care of himself. Nadia hated feeling helpless, like she had no agency or willpower. She didn't need creepy guys like Yassin harassing her, and needing Jacob's help made her feel downright powerless. Nadia thought she'd left those days behind when she came to Canada.
"Jacob, I know you meant well, but I can take care of myself," Nadia said, and Jacob nodded, hands in the air in surrender. He looked sad, and Nadia bit her lip, mentally chastising herself for being so hard on him. Nadia sighed, then smiled, and Jacob gave her a brief hug. They returned to the floor, back to taking calls. The rest of the day went by fairly quietly. After work, Nadia pulled her Rav4 out of the underground parking lot, and as she drove up the street, she saw Jacob waiting for the OC Transpo bus.
Jacob took out his red and white bus pass and got ready to board the bus when a car pulled up, and honked at him. Jacob blinked upon recognizing Nadia, who smiled and nodded at him. Shaking his head, Jacob followed Nadia's car to a side street and got in. The Moroccan chick was full of surprises. First, she gets on his damn case for helping her out, and now she was offering him a ride. Just what was Nadia's game plan?
"What's good?" Jacob asked Nadia, who grinned and leaned over to kiss him, momentarily taking her eyes off the road. They drove through the streets of downtown Ottawa, and headed to the east end. Jacob knew that Nadia lived in Gloucester, close to the Blair Shopping Center and the Scotiabank movie theater. She parked outside a large brownstone building, and they stepped out of the car. Jacob followed Nadia inside, mystified by her odd behavior. They walked to the second floor, and reached Nadia's apartment.
"Welcome to mi casa," Nadia said, grinning, as she ushered Jacob inside. The young Haitian looked at the apartment, and nodded approvingly. Nadia's place was neat, and very feminine. Middle-Eastern art adorned the walls, depicting Medieval castles and ziggurats and more. Jacob was pleasantly surprised to see a poster of legendary South African military leader Shaka Zulu on the wall, as portrayed by the unforgettable Henry Cele. Jacob remembered watching the epic miniseries with his father in Haiti, a long time ago. Good times...
"Well, Mademoiselle Chaouni, what do you want with me?" Jacob asked slyly, and Nadia flashed him a coy smile, then drew close. Once more, they kissed, and just like that, they began undressing each other hastily. Nadia and Jacob didn't even make it to the bedroom, they had to make do with the living room floor. Jacob looked at Nadia as she lay on the carpet, a gorgeous woman with golden brown skin, long dark hair, and a sinfully sexy, curvy body. Nadia grinned at him and spread her thick thighs invitingly...
"If you want it, come and get it, I'm ready for you," Nadia said, clucking her tongue, and Jacob nodded, then kissed her. His eager hands found her medium sized breasts, which he fondled gently. Nadia lay there as Jacob kissed her breasts, sucking on her nipples while playing with her belly button ring. Jacob moved downward, until his hungry mouth reached her crotch. Nadia held her breath as Jacob inhaled her scent, and then went to work...
When it comes to eating pussy, Jacob elevates the game to an art form. He took his sweet time devouring Nadia's pussy. Every woman's vagina is as unique as her face, and Jacob took his time sliding his tongue up and down her clit, even as he wormed his fingers inside her pussy. Nadia sighed happily as Jacob did his thing. The Haitian stud seemed to crave her more than his next breath. Nadia felt a pleasant tingle inside as Jacob licked and probed her. Let the good times roll...
"J'adore ton derriere, Mademoiselle, I love your ass," Jacob told Nadia, as she got on all fours, and shook that big Moroccan booty for him. As serious as she could be at work, Jacob knew that Nadia could get wild and twerk that ass with the best of them. Jacob came up behind her, and caressed her big round ass. Nadia giggled as Jacob literally kissed her ass. He stroked his long and thick, uncircumcised dick, and entered her with a neat thrust. Nadia exhaled sharply as Jacob gripped her hips and began fucking her.
"Jacob, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, shut up and fuck me," Nadia demanded, and Jacob grinned, for he was more than happy to oblige her. With raw passion as his guiding principle, Jacob fucked Nadia with wild abandon. He smacked her big ass and pulled her long dark hair as he slammed his dick inside her. Jacob found it amusing that Nadia was bossy both at home and at work. With his big Haitian dick embedded in her pussy, the Moroccan temptress was still bossing him around. Will wonders ever cease?
"Just take this dick," Jacob grumbled, and after smacking Nadia's big ass, he pulled her hair roughly, yanking her head back as he rammed his dick into her pussy. Nadia cried out, loving the deliciously hot pain she felt down below as Jacob fucked her like he owned her pussy. Nadia gave as good as she got, throwing that ass against Jacob's groin and driving his dick deeper inside of her. They fucked and sucked until they came, and then fucked some more...
"Hmm, fuck yeah, I needed that," Nadia said, grinning, as she lay on the couch, right next to Jacob. They smoked some Shisha, and watched TV. Jacob felt happy with Nadia leaning against him. They were both naked. Just a couple of friends with benefits enjoying a moment together. Sex doesn't have to be a complicated thing. Lots of women are open to casual fun with the fellas, it only takes the right man to bring that out of them.
"See you at work, sweetness," Jacob told Nadia, after taking a shower and getting dressed. They parted with a hug and a kiss. Jacob caught an Uber back to his place, and smiled during his ride home. Canada is certainly a funny place. Although Jacob was born far away on the island of Haiti, the place was beginning to amuse him. A lot of different minority groups don't get along in the City of Ottawa, but they do seem to make strange bedfellows, in the literal sense. Passion and hypocrisy are driving forces in the human experience. Jacob headed home, and got some R & R after a long day at work. Just another day in the Capital...
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