Bernard finds Zaïna randomly and is still wondering about what he should do for her job interview.

ZAÏNA'S STORY :

Zaïna was an 18-year-old Tunisian student, full of dreams and ambitions. Born into a modest family, she had always been determined to pursue her studies in France and offer her family a better future. After obtaining a partial scholarship, she managed to get into a prestigious university in Paris. However, the reality of student life in a big city like Paris was very different from what she had imagined. She knew no one in this big city, and couldn't make any friends. Zaïna was shy, with braces and a small voice, she wore a hijab, she had a deep olive skin tone, she wasn't very tall, and she was very thin: her hands were very delicate, with fingers so thin they could fit into the smallest crevices (which will come in handy when she has to work cleaning Bernard's apartment, but we haven't reached that point in the story yet). Her appearance made her an easy target for bullying by the other students in her nursing school: mostly white men.

Obviously, many of the guys bullying her fantasized about her and wondered what she'd look like without her veil, and some of them had made an internet group just to exchange “candid” photos of her and discuss what they'd like to do to her (groups they read while holding their phones with one hand). But Zaïna was obviously unaware of this.

Zaïna wanted to help others, so she chose to follow the advice of her father, a male nurse in Tunisia, and study to become a nurse. But Zaïna had another passion and dreamed of becoming a beautician. Without mentioning it to her parents, she had enrolled for professional training as a beautician in parallel with her nursing studies: but she knew she couldn't be sure of finding work with just a beautician's diploma, so she did everything she could to ensure that neither of her studies encroached on the other. As a result, she found herself with an infernal schedule, with classes 6 days a week, and not even being able to free herself on Sundays: she needed that day to do her homework. So she was only available for salaried work late at night, and what company was going to take her on with hours like that?

Zaïna had experience in cleaning, but companies hire cleaners to come in early in the morning, when Zaïna has to take transport to get to class. So she tried babysitting, but her white clients seemed uninterested as soon as they saw her hijab. In desperation, Zaïna printed papers with her number on them and posted them around the neighborhood where she had classes, offering her cleaning services at her late hours. That's how Bernard Dupont discovered our naive little Tunisian girl.

To finance her studies and support herself, Zaïna was **** to take a job as a cleaning lady for Monsieur Dupont. He lived in a luxurious apartment, filled with material possessions Zaïna could never have imagined. Although she had her doubts about the situation, she knew she had ****. Her family was counting on her, and she couldn't disappoint those who had sacrificed so much for her upbringing. But she eventually convinced herself that her boss wasn't as horrible as she'd first thought: after all, he paid her an unusually high salary, complimented her regularly, and gave her gifts (mostly things to eat, oddly enough, like lollipops for instance).

From her very first day on the job, Zaïna felt a palpable tension in the air. Mr. Dupont, a man in his fifties, quickly made it clear that he had particular expectations of her. When he asked her to remove her hijab, she was caught off guard. For her, the hijab was more than just an accessory; it represented her faith, her culture and her identity. She tried to object politely to his request, but Monsieur Dupont didn't seem to understand. He insisted, arguing that it would make the working atmosphere more “pleasant”. Indeed, Bernard Dupont, who was in his bathrobe watching her work, didn't want to feel overdressed compared to his employee. Zaïna found this excuse unconvincing at first, but then convinced herself that her boss's request was reasonable after all he had done for her.

Faced with this pressure, Zaïna found herself in a delicate situation. She knew that refusing could cost her her job, and therefore her chance of succeeding in her studies. After much hesitation, she made the painful decision to remove her hijab. This gesture caused her deep sadness, but she convinced herself that she was doing it for her family, for her future. As for Monsieur Dupont, he was delighted. Several times, Zaïna saw a bulge form in the front of her bathrobe, but tried not to think about it too much. Zaïna's daily situation was so precarious that denial was her only way to keep going.

As the days went by, Zaïna had to deal with lecherous looks and innuendo from Monsieur Dupont. Each inappropriate comment demeaned her a little more, making her confusely feel that she had been reduced to a mere object in her boss's eyes. But she told herself it was her fault: poor Monsieur Dupont wasn't to blame if his desire was kindled by her: she felt like a whore, and tried to avoid crying too much when she got home. Despite this, she continued to work hard, concentrating on her studies and her goals. She promised herself that this situation was only temporary, and that one day she'd be free of it.

BERNARD'S SIDE:

While Bernard was fantasizing about what he would do next, he saw something on the street that answered his questions: he wanted to find a way to fulfill his fantasies about an arable college student, and now a certain “Zaïna” was looking for work as a maid. He figured he could use someone to polish his family jewels. But the women he'd interviewed for this post were too old for his taste. The paper on the wall stated that Zaïna was in her first year of study in Paris: she couldn't be too old. He decided to call her.

Bernard was immediately seduced by the delicate, trembling voice he heard on the other end of the line. They agreed that the job interview would be in four days: which gave Bernard plenty of time to prepare. So he decided that until then he would shower wearing a plastic bag over his cock, so that a nice layer of smegma could form in his foreskin: but he wasn't sure how he was going to use it on poor Zaïna.