"I like to dominate Butch lesbians," Mariam Jabari said softly, and the six-foot-tall, alluring and ultra-feminine African American Muslim woman smiled while looking at the stocky, muscular, short-haired and fair-skinned Canadian woman who sat opposite her. The two of them had been chatting on the B4F message board, an online group connecting lesbians into the Butch/Femme dynamic in the Ottawa area, and finally agreed to meet.
Bonnie Marcelin looked good in a dark gray business suit, blue silk shirt, crimson tie and dark gray silk pants. Coolly appraising the sundress-wearing Femme, Bonnie smiled and shrugged. She felt drawn to Mariam, the beautiful Black woman with the quiet confidence, who was fairly open about her interest in BDSM. Still, Bonnie liked a challenge, and she could sense that Mariam was into power games.
A newcomer to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, by way of Detroit, Michigan, Mariam Jabari had that unique beauty, swagger and confidence common to Black women from the United States. Bonnie, who grew up surrounded by Black folks in the City of Montreal, Quebec, prior to moving to the City of Ottawa for a mid-level CRA job, could tell the difference between Black Americans and Black Canadians right away. It was all about the way they carried themselves...
"Sometimes, I don't mind being dominated, but I'm nobody's bitch, I'm a real Butch, so if you want this body, you're going to have to fight for it," Bonnie replied, and she flexed her muscled bicep for emphasis. Even with the suit on, the Butch strongwoman's muscles were visible. Mariam looked at Bonnie and nodded, suitably unimpressed would have described her expression perfectly.
"Feisty dame," Bonnie thought to herself as she quietly assessed Mariam Jabari. Prior to coming over to Mariam's place, they'd talked on the phone several times, and gotten to know each other a bit. Mariam worked for tech giant Avaya, and prior to that, she studied Computer Engineering at the University of Michigan. The gal had that unique combination of intelligence, beauty, class and sass, and Bonnie was fascinated by her. The tomboyish blonde gal from Montreal always had a thing for pretty Black women...
"We'll see about that, Bonnie, say, care for some tea?" Mariam asked, and Bonnie nodded. After stirring the tea and pouring it into two cups, Mariam handed Bonnie once. Nodding thankfully, Bonnie took a sip of her tea, then a big gulp, and then noticed that Mariam hadn't even touched hers. The two of them continued to banter, and only slowed down because Bonnie was starting to feel woozy...
"Oh snap, Mariam, I feel sleepy," Bonnie said, and Mariam smiled wickedly, while the other woman slumped in her chair. Mariam pulled up a chair and drew closer to Bonnie, who was basically fighting to stay awake. Mariam grinned, and gently laid her hand on Bonnie's thigh, as if she were truly concerned for the Butch gal's well-being. A sociopathic light gleamed in Mariam's lovely brown eyes, and Bonnie's heart sank, even as she passed out.