Iny Haitians of Ottawa

Nightfall. Nervously I got out of the car, and park behind the building. This part of the east end of Ottawa is notoriously unsafe, and my bright red Mercedes might make an attractive target for any would-be thieves. I pull my black leather overcoat tighter, for the Ontario winter is definitely no joke. It's not snowing today, thank heavens, but I've got chills down my spine just the same.

Normally, I stick to Barrhaven, where I live in a nice townhouse, and avoid places like that. Normally. Today is definitely not a normal day. Today, I am ready to taste the forbidden fruit. I'm somewhat worried. Prostitution laws in Ontario are iffy, even if what I have in mind isn't sex in the traditional sense. Taking a deep breath, I head to the massage parlor advertised in the back of the newspaper.

In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Sam. Just Sam. Who am I? A Haitian-Canadian brother living in Canada's capital region. University of Ottawa graduate, devoted church goer and CRA auditor-in-training, that's yours truly. Just another busy young professional trying to make it, you know? Today, I am letting go of my straight-laced persona and taking a walk on the wild side. I just hope I don't end biting more than I can chew, in a manner of speaking.

I look at my phone, and follow the directions texted to me by the mysterious lady calling herself Ebony Diva. I open the door and walk upstairs, and tell the plump white lady behind the desk that I have an appointment. Just a six-foot-tall, well-dressed young black man looking nervous, nothing to see here. The lady looks me up and down, smiles and tells me to fork over eighty dollars. I hand her the money, and just as I'm about to sit down, a vision of beauty emerges from one of the booths.

"Follow me," says the tall, curvy young black woman with the stylish dreads. Clad in a black tank top and a short red skirt, she looks absolutely lovely. Almost like a model, if models had natural curves and booty, of course. I nod, and follow her. The white lady behind the desk looks at me as I walk by, an odd smile on her face. Great, I sure as hell hope nobody ever figures out that I came here. Seriously. I'm a new employee of the Canada Revenue Agency, you see.

"Um, hello, you look very lovely," I say to her as we emerge into the darkened booth. There's a large leathery mat mounted on a large bench, and I sit on it awkwardly. The young woman smiles and thanks me, then looks at me expectantly. I gawk, and she shakes her head, then rubs her index finger against her thumb. I catch myself, smile and then pull out my wallet, and fork over one hundred and twenty dollars. There's a Scotia Bank around the corner, and I just used their ATM.

"Thank you, handsome, you're Sam, right? The guy who texted me this morning?" Ebony Diva asks, and I nod. I'd been carrying the page I ripped off the back page of the newspaper in my wallet for a while now, and finally decided to indulge my curiosity. I've been jerking off to female domination/male submission videos that I watch online for ages, but I've never exactly experimented. Hell, I can't even bring myself to talk about these things with the few ladies I've dated.

"Um, yeah, say, you do, um, domination, right?" I ask, hesitantly, and Ebony Diva smiles, and tells me to take off my clothes and get comfy. I slowly unbutton my long-sleeved, bright green silk shirt, and undo my belt buckle. My black silk pants drop around my ankles, and I kick off the black Timberland shoes I bought at Wal-Mart a few weeks back. I slowly remove my underwear, and my dick stands erect. Ebony Diva looks me up and down and smiles.

"Get on the bench, handsome, and relax, I'll be right back," Ebony Diva says, and I nod and do as I am told. I lie on the leathery mat, face down, and it feels oddly warm. All kinds of thoughts swirl about my head. How many people have lain on this very mat? Is this leather sanitary? Where did Ebony Diva go? Is she a cop? Was the whole thing a set-up? Maybe I should get the fuck out of here!

"Guess who's back?" Ebony Diva's voice chimes cheerfully, and I look up and gasp. For Ebony Diva is stroking a very phallic object. Loving she strokes the strap-on dildo, and smiles wickedly at me. I return Ebony Diva's smile even though I feel nervous. Grinning, Ebony Diva gives me a massage, then leans over and whispers into my ear. I tense, and she caresses my neck.

"Fuck me please, my chocolate goddess," I whisper hoarsely, and Ebony Diva smiles and dons some gloves, then grabs a nearby bottle of lotion. The foxy sister resumes massaging me, but this time, her hands linger on my ass. I gasp as I feel Ebony Diva's hands spread my cheeks, and then I feel something cold and slick against my asshole. Instantly I tense, but Ebony Diva smacks my and laughs.

"Got to lubricate your ass before I fuck you, big man, did you remember to shower like I told you?" Ebony Diva asks, licking her lips. I nod nervously, and Ebony Diva resumes fingering my asshole. The intrusion is both wicked and pleasant. Finally, she adds a second finger up my ass, and I feel my dick stiffen. I feel Ebony's fingers digging up my ass, and it's a most welcome feeling.

"First time with something up your ass?" Ebony asks, and I nod without a word, and she smiles. The lady orders me to roll on my back and I do as I am told. I look up, and see an almost rapturous, beautiful yet altogether dangerous expression on Ebony's lovely face. Without a word she reaches for my manhood and strokes it, all the while fingering my ass.

"I've been dreaming about this for so long, I watch this stuff on the Internet all the time," I confess, and Ebony smiles and nods, then abruptly she stops fingering me. Lovingly she strokes the strap-on dildo, which is glistening in the poorly lit room. I nod at Ebony and tell her that I'm ready, and she smiles, the wicked smile of someone who's done this a lot.

"Well, cutie, it's time for you to get pegged, now get on all fours and show me that ass," Ebony says in a bossy tone I find so sexy, hands on her hips. I do as I am told and assume the position, face down and ass up. I feel incredibly vulnerable in this position, but excitement is definitely winning out over fear. This is what I've dreamt of for ages as I sat at my computer, jerking off to BDSM porn videos online. Ebony gets behind me, and I feel her hands on my ass.

"Yes ma'am, fuck me," I scream, and Ebony laughs, smacks my ass some more and continues to fuck me. I feel her hips bucking and she drives the strap-on dildo deeper inside of me. I lick my lips, and relax as Ebony fucks me. There's something to be said about allowing a woman to totally dominate you. Only men who are very secure in their sexuality and manhood can try something like that. It hurts, but also feels wickedly good, and I love it. Soon I cum, loudly, and I sigh happily.

"Hope you like it, cutie, because it's almost over," Ebony whispers into my ear, and I feel her breasts press against my back. I nod, and too soon it ends. Ebony withdraws from me, and a groan escapes my lips as she pulls the dildo out of my ass. For a moment I lie there, overwhelmed with sensations. I definitely need a breather, seriously. Ebony caresses me from behind, with a tenderness which surprises me.

"Thank you," I whisper, and Ebony caresses my back, and then tells me that I can shower before I leave. I nod, and a few moments later I rise, then head to the nearby washroom where I take a brief shower before putting my clothes back on. A little over half an hour after I came to this den of sin, a massage parlor that doubles up as a cathouse, I exit. As I reach the street, a couple of young Arab guys grin at me. They're about to go upstairs.

"Have fun, fellas," I say to them, and the Arab dudes smile and head upstairs. I walk to the parking lot, where my car is unscathed. I get behind the wheel and drive away, a big smile on my face. It's Saturday night and I've had a lot of fun. Tomorrow is Sunday and I've got church. Just like a good Haitian lad, I'll be there in my Sunday best, surrounded by friends and family members as well as people I kind of know.

Folks from Ottawa's Haitian community, for the most part. I'm a member in good standing at this church, which I've attended since high school. I guess you can say that I grew up here. Hell, I'll probably marry a gal from this church, if I don't end up with a white chick. I drive back to Barrhaven, for I've got some plans. I'm meeting my buddies Joel, his girlfriend Nadege and some mystery lady he wants me to meet at the movies tonight.

I go home and change, and then head to the Odeon Cineplex. I park, then head to the entrance. It's seven o'clock, and the movie is starting in half an hour. The place is packed. I scan the crowd until I see my buddy Joel, a stocky Haitian dude I've known since our University of Ottawa days. I studied accounting and Joel did civil engineering. He's there with his girlfriend Nadege, a tall, skinny young black woman with short hair who works as a nurse at the local hospital.

"What's up brother?" I say to Joel as I greet him with a bear hug. I kiss his girlfriend Nadege on both cheeks in the Haitian manner. We're about to see the new movie Secret In Their Eyes. Joel greets me warmly, and I try not to notice that his girlfriend Nadege is looking really hot in a low-cut red dress. I always sensed Nadege might fancy me, but I'm not a douche bag and would never betray my man Joel like that. Yes, people, I've got limits.

"Oh, Sam, my dude, you are really going to like this lady, she's doing sociology at Carleton University and she's good friends with Nadege here," Joel says, and he nods at Nadege, who smiles and says nothing. Joel is my good buddy and he's always trying to set me up with random chicks. I don't go for church chicks because they're so hypocritical. They love to do their thing and judge you for doing yours. Whatever.

"Nadine, there you are," Nadege says, and she walks away from us, to greet a vision of beauty who's approaching us. A tall, lovely young black woman clad in a blue turtleneck shirt, black leather pants and boots. The two ladies hug, and from the way Nadege kisses the other gal on both cheeks, she must be Haitian or at the very least from the Caribbean. Africans don't do that. Haitians and Jamaicans are the only people who are that affectionate with perfect strangers.

"Sorry I'm late," says Nadine, and my heart skips a beat when our eyes finally meet. For Nadine is the spitting image of Ebony Diva, the masseuse/escort who just fucked the hell out of me with a strap-on dildo at a parlor in the east end of Ottawa. I manage to keep my cool, and Nadine/Ebony smiles wickedly, looks me up and down, and I repress a shudder.

"Nice to meet you Nadine, I'm Sam," I say, smiling nervously as I extend my hand to Nadine, who smiles and shakes it. Joel and Nadege stand nearby, watching us, and I can't help but wonder that they might be sensing something. Man, oh man. What the fuck is going on here? Nadine smiles at me, and I can tell that she definitely recognizes me. So, this broad is a student secretly working as an escort? Okay, I can dig it. Just play it cool, I tell myself.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Sam, I like your shirt," Nadine says, smiling coyly, and she links her arm with mine and then I smile at Joel and Nadege, who smile at us but say nothing. Just like that, the four of us get in line at the box office. Folks, I am who I am and lead my life my way. With the pressures of family and friends, I've had to stick to the shadows to fulfill my secret desires. Now it seems that my past has caught up with me.

"Small world, cutie, looks like we meet again," Nadine/Ebony whispers into my ear as we sit together in the middle of the theater, flanked by Joel and Nadege. I smile at Nadine, and I must say, I am quite fascinated by this woman. In my eyes, she seems like a prim and proper Haitian woman, a student at Carleton University, and a good friend of my best friend Joel's straight-laced girlfriend Nadege. So what if she has an altogether different side to herself, one she hides from the world? We all do.

"Oh, I'm glad I meet you, Ebony, your secret is definitely safe with me, besides, you intrigue me," I whisper, just as the commercials end, and the movie is about to begin. Nadine/Ebony says nothing, but I can see her smile before she puts on her 3-D glasses. I rest my hand on the armrest, and accidentally brush up against hers. Like the proper and well-behaved Haitian gentleman my parents raised me to be, I apologize profusely.

"Do that again and I'll spank you," Nadine/Ebony whispers in the dark, and then she squeezes my hand. I squeeze her hand right back, and, for reasons I can't explain, I hold it. Nadine doesn't seem to mind at all, and I can feel her fingers playing with mine. I keep my eyes on the screen, even as my heart thunders in my chest. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a seemingly straight-laced, educated, church-going and very vanilla type of brother with a government job who leads a seemingly boring life. Underneath it all, I'm a freak. And it would seem that I've finally found someone just like me!