Somali Muslim Lesbian Chics

"Wahida, tell me please, in your own words, why should I hire you?" said Lucinda Lopes, who emphasizes quite often that her last name ends with an S and not the Z that everyone assumed. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Colombian-Canadian woman looked at the young Somali Muslim woman who sat opposite her, and frowned. This one is a fancy pants, Lucinda thought, admiring Wahida's well-manicured nails.

"Well, I heard about your posted positions, and I could really use a job right now, and besides, I'm a good worker," Wahida Ali declared, and she licked her full, sensuous lips, a gesture which registered with Lucinda. The Nova Coast Call Center, an outgrowth of a call center chain originating from the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, was the newest addition to the Kanata Business Park, an area which hosted a number of corporations including Mitel, Avaya, and other Canadian tech giants.

"Your resume is unfortunately quite thin, Wahida," Lucinda remarked, and she looked at the piece of paper in her hand, and shook her head. Wahida smiled nonchalantly, the smile of a young woman who was used to getting her way. Decked out in a black leather jacket over a men's style, sky-blue dress shirt, black dress pants and black Timberland boots, Wahida embodied the Tomboy Chic to a T. The Hijab on her head sent an entirely different message, though...

"Ma'am, this is a call center, you need people with linguistics and customer service skills, I am fluent in English, French, and Somali, I'm good with people, I got good customer service skills, I used to work for Fido, selling phones at a kiosk at Bayshore Mall," Wahida said confidently, and Lucinda smiled. This one's got spunk, but I must watch her, Lucinda thought, and when Wahida's eyes met hers, there was a smoldering intensity in them.

"Control yourself," Lucinda thought, steeling herself against the intensity of Wahida's glare. The young woman looked like she could see right through Lucinda, and the human resources director found this more than a little intimidating. Wahida had a certain...presence. A few months ago, Lucinda's marriage to Edgar Lopes ended, after twenty five years. They both wanted different things out of life. For Lucinda, it was the beginning of truly strange times, as she acknowledged her long-repressed sexual attraction to women.

The news of the Lopes divorce ( along with Lucinda's lesbianism ) shocked many. Lucinda and Edgar Lopes were once pillars of the Latin American community of Ottawa, Ontario. They co-owned a chain of restaurants, Casa Lopes, with locations in the City of Orleans, Ontario, and also in the City of Gatineau, Quebec, along with suburban Vanier, Ontario. The couple have twins sons, Mateo and Romano, both of whom are in their second year at Carleton University. The brothers sided with their father in the divorce and were now estranged from their mother. I will endure and survive this, Lucinda vowed.

"Lucinda, may I call you Lucinda? I may be only twenty but I am mature for my age," Wahida said calmly, and Lucinda nodded, quietly assessing this confident young woman. You've got the whole world at your feet and your whole life ahead of you and I don't, Lucinda thought bitterly. Lucinda was a forty-five-year-old woman starting anew, alone, in a world that viewed her as past her prime. Wahida could tell there was a quiet desperation hidden under that pretty face and those stylish business clothes...

"Age is no measure of maturity, Wahida, I'm older than you and I am still learning new things about myself," Lucinda said wistfully, and Wahida smiled, as all of a sudden, things that should have been obvious to her from the get-go suddenly made sense. Closet case, Wahida thought, and she nodded understandingly. The Hijab-wearing Somali tomboy had been macking on babes for ages, and knew a fellow pussy lover when she saw one...

"I think we all learn new things about ourselves every day, Lucinda, on a personal note I just ended a relationship, and my now ex-girlfriend has a boyfriend, that was a surprise but I moved on," Wahida said, veering into the personal, just to throw Lucinda off her game. Lucinda blinked in surprise and fell silent, then finally formulated a coherent reply.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, a pretty gal like you will find someone new in no time," Lucinda replied, and Wahida flashed her a sinister I-got-you smirk. There was no girlfriend, and no boyfriend, but Lucinda didn't need to know that. One of Wahida's talents was analyzing people. Long before she began studying Criminal Psychology at the University of Ottawa, Wahida had a gift for figuring out things about people which they didn't even know about themselves. It was the key to winning, in every situation...

"Well, Lucinda, thank you for saying that, I think you're a cool person, so even if I don't get the job, I wish you well," Wahida said, nodding confidently, and from Lucinda's look of surprise, the Tomboy knew she had the MILF in the palm of her hand. When they rose, Lucinda shook Wahida's hand and wished her well, but did not say anything else. As Wahida headed for the door, she could sense Lucinda's gaze on her ample derriere, and briefly turned, catching the MILF in mid-gawk. Gotcha, Wahida thought, smirking.

"Dammit, I was totally checking out that gal's derriere, and she's the same age as my sons," Lucinda chastised herself, once Wahida left. After the young woman left, Lucinda, unable to help herself, went to check her out online. Wahida Ali, according to her LinkedIn profile, was a twenty-year-old student at the University of Ottawa. She'd apparently worked in a lot of places, from Fido to Freedom Mobile, and even did a stint as a security guard at Walmart. Young woman on the move, Lucinda thought with a smile.

When Lucinda checked out Wahida Ali's social media profile, she found an odd mixture of Somali ethnocentricism, queer politics, and Black Power. Apparently, Wahida was outspoken against police brutality and racism, and quite critical of the mainstream LGBT world while identifying as a proud Somali lesbian. Oh, and Wahida also criticized the Western media for its negative portrayal of Muslims, even though most Muslims didn't approve of lesbians. This cutie is definitely a walking contradiction, Lucinda thought, amused.

Wahida took the bus leaving Kanata and headed to Bayshore, and from there she took a bus going to downtown Ottawa, and got off at the University of Ottawa campus near the Rideau Shopping Center. She headed to the campus library. At this hour, the campus library was packed with lovely young women. Wahida, a known pick-up artist with more ass on her than Nicki Minaj and more swagger than the artist Young M.A. was determined to get some ( female ) booty...

"That Latin MILF wants me but she's probably still thirsting for dick," Wahida said to herself, regretting those moments in Lucinda's office. Wahida likes women of all hues, from her fellow Somali women to White chicks and even an Asian gal or two, but Latin women held a special place in her heart. Wahida had a crush on singer/actress Jennifer Lopez growing up, and she watched the series Shades of Blue just for her.

Bet that Latin mama is freaky, Wahida thought with a smile. In that moment, Wahida wasn't sure whom she was referring to, Lucinda or Jennifer Lopez. Wahida walked around the library, and saw guys with girls, guys with guys, and gals with gals. Some of the pretty ladies looked her way, but none of them responded to her smiles or flirtations. Feeling sad and rejected, Wahida headed home, to her one-bedroom apartment in the By Ward Market.

Upon reaching her apartment, Wahida took a shower, then sat in the living room, clad in a sports bra and boxer shorts, watching TV. She watched Game Of Thrones, and was thrilled to see a certain tall, dark and handsome alumnus of the old prison series Oz on screen. The Nigerian-British hunk had long been a favorite of hers. Go go Adebisi, Wahida thought as she watched the intense and ruggedly handsome Mr. Adewale on TV.

When Daenerys came on screen, doing yet another love scene with her forgettable male love interest, not the hunky one who would go on to play Aquaman but the other one, Wahida felt intensely aroused. Not by the flimsy male, but by the blonde beauty whose skin glistened as if polished with gold in the firelight. Wahida felt a wetness begin between her legs, and her nipples hardened. She smiled as she began fingering her pussy, masturbating to thoughts of the gorgeous Daenerys...

"Oh fuck, give it to me," Wahida whispered, closing her eyes, envisioning Daenerys on top of her. In her fantasy, she had her arms around the gorgeous blonde princess, and they were doing the bump and grind. Wahida thrust two fingers in her pussy, wishing it were Daenerys fingering her. Contrarily to popular belief, Wahida didn't subscribe to the "Stone Butch Blues" that a lot of masculine lesbians followed like a code of conduct. She liked to fuck, and get fucked, period...

As Wahida masturbated, the image of Daenerys faded from her mind, replaced by a tall, bronze-skinned, curvy and dark-haired beauty. Wahida smiled as, in her fantasy, Lucinda joined her. The curvy Latin MILF straddled Wahida, sitting on her lap. Wahida smiled and caressed Lucinda's big butt, then gave it a firm slap. Now we're cooking, Wahida thought as she continued to masturbate and fantasize...

"Hmm, Miss Tomboy, you want me to fuck you?" Lucinda asked bodly, in Wahida's fantasy. Wahida grinned and nodded, and Lucinda smiled, then leaned over and kissed her. Lucinda stuck her tongue down Wahida's throat, then grabbed her neck, and looked into her eyes. As Wahida blinked in surprise, Lucinda slapped her hard across the face.

"Ow," Wahida winced, rubbing her face, and Lucinda grinned, and explained that she wanted to be answered properly when spoken. Wahida nodded, and Lucinda continued with her fun. Removing her top, Lucinda freed her big beautiful breasts, which were still firm. Wahida tentatively caressed them, then began sucking on them. Let the games begin, Wahida thought as she began pleasuring the lovely, bossy Lucinda...

"I'm going to fuck you," Lucinda declared, in Wahida's fantasy, and the young tomboy complied with the MILF's demands. Lucinda laid Wahida down on the carpet, and pulled down her shorts, exposing her hairy pussy. Lucinda pinched the nipples of Wahida's rather small breasts, then inhaled the scent of her pussy. As Wahida looked on, Lucinda began eating her out, teasing her clitoris with her tongue while fingering her...

"Take me," Wahida cried out, and Lucinda looked up at her and smiled, then did just that. She worked her entire fist up Wahida's pussy and the young tomboy moaned and squirmed as the foxy, bossy older woman fisted her. Lucinda grinned as Wahida squealed and thrashed about wildly while getting fisted. Know that you're mine, Lucinda thought, as she continued working Wahida over...

Wahida's eyes snapped open as she came, hot girly cum oozing out of her pussy. She squealed, and winced, and her breath came out in staccato bursts. The young woman blinked, unsure of where she was for a second. She was lying, stark naked, on her living room carpet, her sports bra and boxers strewn about, discarded like the Chinese takeout boxes she'd eaten the other day. Fuck, that was some fantasy, Wahida thought, smiling. Licking her fingers, Wahida tasted herself, and smiled some more. She was still smiling when her phone rang...

"Hello, ma'am, I mean Lucinda, it's Wahida, how are you?" the young woman said excitedly. Wahida paused as she heard Lucinda chuckle softly on the other line. It's almost as if this broad knows I was masturbating and thinking of her at the same time, Wahida thought, smirking. There were lots of women out there, but Wahida was looking for a special one. A bossy cutie who could tame her wild ways...in style.

"Good afternoon, Wahida, this is indeed Lucinda, I have some good news and some bad news, there's no more positions at the Nova Call Center's retail division, but I do have an opening in my division, human resources, I need a hard-working young woman under me, I mean, working under me, someone who wants to learn about the business world and take instructions, the job pays sixteen dollars an hour and includes lots of overtime, is that for you?" came the faintly amused older female voice over the phone. Wahida paused, and smiled before answering.

"Yes, Lucinda, I swear I'm a hard worker, I roll up my sleeves and get in there and I won't stop till the job is done, I'll do whatever you want me to do to you, I mean, for you," Wahida said, chuckling while hastily correcting herself. Lucinda laughed, and then asked her to report to the Nova Call Center in the suburb of Kanata, Ontario, in forty eight hours. Wahida hastily agreed, and then wished Lucinda a good day before hanging up.

"Obedient, eager to please and tomboyish, with a nice big butt, Wahida is definitely my kind of gal," Lucinda said to herself, after hanging up the phone. She could sense Wahida's eagerness, and knew it wasn't all professional either. The young woman had an interest in her. Lucinda lay in bed, having driven home early after conducting the interview with Wahida. Right now, Lucinda was stark naked, nipples erect, legs spread and face flush as she masturbated to thoughts of Wahida.

"Hmm, I wonder how Wahida's pussy tastes," Lucinda thought, smiling. She clicked her phone and browsed through Wahida's social media profile, and found one she liked. Wahida, miraculously minus her Hijab, and decked out in a red tank top and sky-blue boxer shorts, with her big butt sticking out, chilling while at Mooney's Bay with several bikini-clad female friends. As Lucinda fingered her already wet pussy, she vowed to eat Wahida's big Somali ass someday.

"Yes ma'am, I'll do whatever you want, including eating your sweet mature Latin pussy," Wahida said to herself, laughing, after Lucinda hung up. The young woman resumed watching TV, flipping through the channels. They were playing that spy thriller where blonde temptress Charlize Theron was getting it on with a sexy, Arab-looking chick. It was a movie that Wahida missed seeing in the movie theaters, and it looked cool as shit.

Just what I needed, lesbian sex scenes in a violent spy thriller, Wahida thought, smiling, as she leaned back on the couch, getting real comfortable. Wahida clicked the remote, raising the volume on the TV with one hand while the other slid between her legs. Wahida looked forward to her new job, and her new boss. Tonight, though, she'd enjoy some simple pleasures at home like warm beer, cold pizza, and oh yeah, solitary masturbation...