Moving to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, from her hometown of Calgary, Alberta, hadn't proven as traumatic as Christy Benton thought it would. While there were a lot of differences between Canada and America, the two nations were more similar than not. Still, the City of Boston had a charm that was uniquely its own. The people were friendly, worldly and outgoing. That's part of the reason why her new employers at the Consulate General of Canada chose to set up shop here.
Six feet tall, curvy and blonde, with lime-green eyes and a perpetually coy expression, Christy Benton was smart, ambitious and adventurous. While earning her Criminal Justice degree at the University of Calgary, Christy had tons of fun meeting, and occasionally getting involved with, exotic gentlemen from exotic places. Now that she found herself in a new locale, one teeming with handsome men of all hues, Christy saw no reason to change her habits...
"I'm really into pegging," Christy Benton said to her date, and she smiled, watching as Trevor Rodgers fixed her with a blank stare. The tall, handsome, meticulously well-dressed young African American attorney had clearly led a sheltered life, and Christy found that quite amusing. Supposedly, country gals like her were the demure, sheltered ingénues while all those damn city guys like Rodgers knew it all. As if...
Trevor Rodgers, Boston College Law School alum and Junior Associate in Contract Litigation at the high-powered law firm of Kensington, Waters & Whitaker, located at 500 Boylston Street, had seen a lot of hairy situations in his time. Still, there was something unusual and altogether disturbing about a certain Canadian country gal whom he was currently seeing. This one is gorgeous but not playing with a full deck, and I don't care, Trevor thought to himself.
From the moment Christy Benton first laid eyes on Trevor Rodgers while walking around the Copley Mall in downtown Boston, she knew that the six-foot-three, athletic, chocolate-hued brother in the dark blue Brooks Brothers suit and tie would be a good roll in the hay. Following him into the Barnes & Nobles Bookstore, Christy had herself a giggle as she checked out his butt, which looked delicious in his dark blue silk pants. The things I'm going to do to that butt, Christy thought with a lustful grin.
"I can't wait to see the Black Panther movie," Christy said to Trevor, when she saw him browsing a comic book with a Black superhero on the front cover. The fact that the comic book in question featured Blade the Vampire Hunter, and not the legendary King of the high-tech African nation of Wakanda meant little to her. She was looking for an opening, like a true predator, and she got one...
"Oh hello there, you like comic books too?" Trevor replied, and Christy smiled and nodded. A quick glance at him told her everything that she needed to know. Trevor was in his late twenties to early thirties, supposedly unmarried since he didn't carry a ring, and he wore his business suit like it was a second skin, or a uniform, rather than a special outfit. Oh, and the Double Eagle pin on his backpack indicated that he'd probably studied Law at Boston College Law School. Interesting...
"Oh yeah, I love comics, especially the ones with Black male leads, like the Black Panther, Blade, and Green Lantern, brothers can totally save the day and rock while doing it," Christy replied, and Trevor smiled, a puzzled ( but pleased ) expression on his handsome face. They bantered like that for a bit, which led to an exchange of numbers, and was followed by some heated phone conversations, and coffee at Starbucks. This in turn led to a certain lunch date inside the Silverstone Bar & Grill, a week later...
"I'm sorry, I'm unfamiliar with that term," Rodgers replied, and Christy grinned, and then, in a few words, told him exactly what she meant. Christy looked into Rodgers handsome face, watching for telltale signs of lies, discomfort, and the like. The male of the species is a complex, beautiful and unpredictable sort. They were always shocked to find out that dominant women ( not bossy bitches, but true exemplars of female dominance ) walked the earth, eagerly pursuing them, for specific purposes...
Even after decades of women's liberation, and an era that saw so many female politicians, female athletes, and successful businesswomen, some things never changed between men and women in Western society. Men were supposed to be the pursuers, and women were supposed to wait to be pursued. Or some bullshit like that. Christy didn't subscribe to that and liked to do her own thing. Those who didn't like to kiss her ample derriere...
