Khalif "Kal" Owusu is a young Muslim gentleman looking for adventure, and by hook or by crook, he's determined to find it. Born in the City of London, England, to a White British mother and a Ghanaian Muslim immigrant father, he grew up in Sussex, a quaint middle-class neighborhood. His father Sharif Owusu and his mother Donna Hanson-Owusu tried their best to provide him with a loving home, sending him to private schools and giving him the opportunities that they lacked. It was their first mistake...
As a result of lifelong pampering, Kal Owusu grew up sheltered from most of life's harsh realities, and only realized this after starting his higher education journey. After a rather boring first year at Middlesex University, Kal Owusu yearned to explore life outside London, U.K. that's how he ended up enrolling at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. At first glance, the Capital of Canada seemed like a boring place, but Kal, free of his parents influence at last, knew he could find some fun if he tried.
Kal Owusu sensed that underneath the veneer of Canadian civility, the City of Ottawa was brimming with tension. The young brother noticed that the Canadian capital was fairly diverse, with lots of Africans, Arabs, Chinese, Indians and Latinos mingling with the European-descended population. Still, these people had their issues with one another, just like folks from anywhere on the planet. I can have fun here, Kal thought to himself.
As part of the student exchange program, Kal Stephen was paying the same tuition rates as Canadian students at Carleton University, and had thousands of leftover tuition dollars sitting in his brand-new Royal Bank of Canada student account. What's a mixed brother to do with that? Kal tried dating some of the campus gals, and found them dull and boring. The stylish, moneyed brother from London, U.K. required something wilder...
What took you so long?" Maia Gee asked, looking at the big and tall, decidedly dapper, light-skinned young Black man who stood at her doorstep. Kal Owusu stood there, clad in a Black leather jacket over a red silk shirt, Black silk pants and Black Timberland boots. The stylish brother looked a bit out of place in this seedy neighborhood, located off of Marier Avenue near Montreal Road in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Yet, he was exactly where he wanted to be...
"Had a bit of trouble finding the place, I'm from Barrhaven, you see," Kal replied, and as he spoke, Maia detected the faintest traces of a British accent. This one was definitely from out of town, and even smelled like money. Nodding, she stepped aside to let him in. Better late than never, Maia thought with a wan smile. Indeed, they'd been talking on the phone all morning, for this was supposedly Kal's first time coming to a lady like her, and he had a lot of questions.
Maia Gee ( not her real name ) advertised her services as an escort and occasional dominatrix on the back pages of several seedy Ottawa newspapers, and had been known to perform at a certain dungeon located in the east end of Ottawa. Standing five feet eleven inches tall, with mahogany-hued skin, the short-haired, curvy and statuesque Black woman had a stunning presence, and she damn well knew it. At the age of forty, Maia could pass for someone at least a decade younger, thanks to working out and good genes. To her local fans, Maia Gee was the Black Amazon, and they accepted no substitute...
"Welcome to my lair, handsome, now, business before pleasure," Maia said, and she nodded meaningfully and Kal nodded. He pulled an envelope out of his wallet, containing three hundred dollars. Maia took it from him, smiled and then led him to the house's basement. Kal had come to the lair of Maia Gee for both pleasure and pain, claiming he wanted both sex and the fetish stuff. Well, this was right up Maia Gee's alley...
"I have a few ground rules, handsome, I don't swing without a condom, and I don't like the rough stuff too much, and I require my clients to be gentlemen, or it's a no-go, are we clear?" Maia Gee asked, looking into Kal's eyes. Nodding, the young man smiled, trying to project confidence even though, inside, he felt quite nervous. It's one thing to watch steamy Black porn and interracial porn on one's computer, and quite another to be in the presence of the sort of dangerously gorgeous Black lady who performed in such videos...
"I am all for respecting your rules, Madam Maia," Kal replied, all proper and British, and Maia Gee smiled. The louts that she usually dealt with, middle-aged Canadian males for the most part, were nothing like this tall, handsome, well-dressed and polite young biracial man. Maia looked at Kal and smiled, pleased by his words and apparent nervousness. This was going to be so much fun...
