"Tell me your most hidden desires, mon cher, and don't hold back," Malaika Diallo said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, attractive, thirty-something Senegalese American Muslim woman leaned back in her chair, and smiled coyly at her interviewee. This was the moment of truth, where a certain Haitian brother who'd been talking tough for months online would finally bare his soul. And if Malaika didn't like what she heard, he wouldn't get the coveted position of being her S.U.B.
"Well, alright, I really like dominant Black women, I can admit that much," Benjamin Boucher replied, and the six-foot-three, burly and coconut-hued, athletic young Haitian American man sighed deeply, as though he had just betrayed a great secret. Looking at Malaika Diallo, also known as Mistress Mal, through chestnut eyes that seemed slightly spooked, Benjamin awaited her reaction. The two of them sat inside Tamboo, a chic Haitian restaurant located on Main Street in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts.
"Good answer," Malaika said, smiling and licking those full lips of hers, a gesture that registered with a certain part of Benjamin's masculine anatomy. Ever since Malaika caught Benjamin looking at "femdom" porn in the Massasoit Community College library, instead of studying for his second-year Criminal Justice exams, she'd been fascinated with him. Benjamin was built like an NFL player, and he was smart, friendly and easygoing, but Malaika could tell he had a submissive streak the length of the Charles River Bridge.
On that fateful day, Malaika Diallo happened to be visiting her alma mater, Massasoit Community College. Having graduated from Massasoit Community College in the summer of 2008, Malaika went on to study Business Administration at UMass-Boston, and later earned her MBA at Northeastern University. In spite of everything she'd done and everyplace she'd been ever since those halcyon days, Malaika Diallo never forgot Massasoit Community College. Still, who knew that visiting her old stomping grounds would have proven so...fulfilling?
After completing her studies in Massachusetts, Malaika Diallo moved to New York City, where she became a high-ranking executive for Alliance Bernstein L.P. a global asset management firm. Living in NEW YORK CITY was all kinds of fun. Malaika lived in a three-bedroom townhouse in SoHo, and made three hundred and sixty thousand dollars a year, after taxes. She had power, and wealth, but felt unfulfilled. Malaika indulged in numerous pleasures, especially after discovering the world of BDSM. And she yearned to find someone like her to share it with...
"Glad you feel that way," Benjamin replied, and Malaika looked at this twenty-year-old hunk and smiled in a most lustful manner. I love playing with younger man but this one is a delicious slice of chocolate cake, Malaika thought, and she felt a tingle deep in her core as she thought of all the wicked and wonderful things that she could do with a handsome brother like Benjamin.
"Indeed, excuse me for a minute, would you, Benjamin?" Malaika said, and she rose, and headed for the ladies room. At this hour, the restaurant wasn't crowded, though there were a few people sitting and dining. Malaika walked to the ladies room, moving in a slow, deliberately haughty way. And she could feel Benjamin's eyes on her the entire time. Now that she blamed him. Malaika knew how fetching her thick round ass looked in Black leather pants...
"Welcome back," Benjamin said, and he rose and pulled Malaika's chair for her like a gentleman when she came back, a few minutes later. Malaika smiled and nodded. As the waiter came with their food, two plates of White rice with brown bean sauce and goat meat, plus two pitchers of lemonade, Malaika smiled. Everything about this moment felt right. Good food. In a Black-owned, classy restaurant. And she was in the company of a Black hunk who was full of potential...
"Thank you, mon beau," Malaika replied, smiling at Benjamin. As she took a bite out of her plate of rice, Malaika noticed another couple dining nearby. A chubby, dark-skinned dude dressed like he was Ice Cube in his N.W.A. days, and a tall, even chubbier White woman with long blonde hair that was neatly braided. The White chicks are stealing brothers left and right, both the quality ones and the rabble, Malaika thought, and she flashed the couple a frosty smile when they looked in her direction.