"Is it possible for a Black man to have a fetish for his own race? I love dominant Black women but the ones in the professional BDSM world seem allergic to me," Alain Dumont said, lamenting his woes as he sat opposite his long-time best friend Nadia Garang. The six-foot-tall, short-haired, curvy and gorgeously dark-skinned South Sudanese Muslim student sighed, and tried not to roll her chestnut eyes.
Every day it's the same damn thing with this one, Nadia thought, supremely annoyed by Alain's tirade. The two of them sat at a table near the window inside Creole Sensations, a neat little Haitian restaurant located on Montreal Road, in the east end of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. The place was small but charming, with a very friendly staff. It served the most delicious Afro-Caribbean food in the Canadian Capital, and Nadia couldn't get enough of it.
It was a nice afternoon in early September, and Alain Dumont treated his best pal Nadia Garang to dinner. They were facing their final year at the University of Ottawa School of Law, and things were intense from the get-go at school. The two pals dined on a sumptuous meal of white rice, brown bean sauce, turkey and plantains which they washed down with frosty Pepsis. After dinner, Nadia and Alain bantered, and unfortunately, that's when things went south...
Feeling pleasantly full after dinner, Nadia Garang thought about taking a stroll around Vanier before returning to the University of Ottawa campus, but Alain had other ideas. Apparently, he had a lot on his mind. Still, Nadia liked the vibe and the décor inside Creole Sensations. This was a welcome interlude from their classes at the University of Ottawa. Unfortunately, said interlude also came with a side order of Alain's constant whining about his misadventures with ladies from the world of BDSM.
Having been best friends for years, Alain Dumont and Nadia Garang kept few secrets from each other. When the mixed stud told her that he was exploring the world of BDSM, Nadia was shocked that a church-going young brother like Alain would be into such things, but she refused to judge him. When Alain began to overshare his tales of getting tied up, spanked, slapped around ( and more ) by dominant women whom he paid for such services, Nadia told herself to grin and bear it. Until she finally had enough...
"Shut the fuck up with that shit, Alain," Nadia Garang said, and with that, she whacked Alain upside the head. That got the Montreal-born brother's attention, and he looked at her as though he'd never seen her before. Nadia exhaled sharply, and fixed her eyes on Alain, thankful that she'd managed to shut him up for a change. Seriously, some brothers love to hear the sound of their own voice, and Alain is most definitely one of them...
Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father, Leonel Dumont, and a French Canadian mother, Elisabeth Tremblay, Alain had those unique good looks common to mixed-race guys. Six feet two inches tall, with caramel-hued skin, curly dark hair stylized into a cool Afro, the brown-eyed stud was mighty fine, and unfortunately, no one was more aware of it than him.
Nadia Garang and Alain Dumont had been best friends for years, ever since they met during orientation day at the University of Ottawa. To say that they came from radically different worlds would have been an understatement. Alain Dumont had a Black father and a White mother, and grew up in a middle-class household in the City of Montreal, Quebec. The brother grew up attending Catholic schools, and living la dolce vita. He wouldn't know hardship if it hit him in the jaw...
