She does

A subdued thrill ashes over you as you let him grasp your hand. If father could see me now he would surely shout at me.

Qadib's grin widens. You spot a strange glint in his eye. "Apologies about the over-familiarity... I was a close friend of your mother's when we were younger. You have inherited much of her beauty."

You smile at his compliments, sleazy as they may be. You are surprised by that, off the top of your head you can't recall a single instance of your mother speaking to him. In fact, your mother seems to avoid this shop if anything. "Thank you, Mr Qadib. I must confess I was not aware you had even met her before. She has never mentioned you."

The look on Qadib's face darkens at that, his grin now seeming ****. "Ah... Yes, you see it was a long time ago... Before Fatima met your father. We were a bit more than friends, in fact."

You read the hidden meaning behind his words, your mind racing. Did your mother date men before she met your father? She never told you this...

Your eyes widen "I see... That is quite surprising."

An awkward silence looms for a moment, hanging in the air. Qadib breaks it with a chuckle. "I bet. Your mother must not have told you about her past life, back home in Riyadh. She was always a Western girl at heart. Nearly got us in trouble more times than I could count... But that's all in the past now. Maybe I'll tell you more one day."

He looks away for a moment, before turning back to you. "So you want a job?"

"Yes, please."

Qadib smirks "Hmm... well you remind me of your mother and she was always a hard worker. Let me test you first, see if you compare."

Eager to start earning money you don't even stop to question it and nod obediently.

"First things first... Let me see you pick up that box and put it on the top shelf. One of your main responsibilities would be restocking."

Hmm. Seems reasonable enough. You do as he asks, bending over before the box and picking it up. Your giant butt jiggles in front of him, blissfully unaware of how you're giving him a free show. Qadib devours you with his eyes.

Qadib watches you like a hawk, his voice becoming low and gravelly. "Mashallah... You are definitely Fatima's daughter... But your posture is all wrong, let me correct you."

Taking your silence as permission, Qadib strides over to you, placing his hands on your hips and angling your body into his. His groin grazes your butt and for the first time in your life you feel the outline of a man's cock against your cheeks. You gasp, and blush profusely. Qadib makes no comment of the matter, pretending he is merely improving your technique. "You should straighten your back and lift with your legs"

You feel a warmth spread throughout your body, as his hands move lower towards your soft derriere. He squeezes each massive cheek, and you can't help but look back at him flushed with excitement and shock, a nervous giggle leaves your lips. Never has a man touched you like this.

This... this is haram...

You instinctively pull away, not wanting to do anything more inappropriate. Qadib senses your discomfort. "Ah, sorry, I was just showing you the better techniques... I meant no harm."

"It's fine! It's fine. Perhaps we move onto the next test?"

Qadib eyes you thoughtfully. "Hm. No, I think that's enough for today. You pass. You are your mother's daughter... Come in for nine tomorrow and I will teach you the tills. "

A wave of relief washes over you at his words. You need this job, but his actions were starting to make you nervous.

You thank him about seven or eight times on your way out. The walk home is quick and uneventful, but it feels longer due to your thoughts racing. You feel a slick wetness between your legs as you recall his hands on your cheeks. A part of you wanted him to go further. The feeling of his bulge against you has left you slightly aroused.