Following a hunch Zahra called Kafil and asked him to control Madame Shantaya's offices building door every time Federico visited her. The Kenyan had deployed all her gear to lure the man during the rainy night of the previous day when she checked the effectiveness of the love filter to achieve a torrid sexual relationship that the boy would surely not forget, but she doubted it was enough to break the spell that the owner of the escorts agency wielded on him. Zahra was determined to erase Shantaya from the boy's nervous and hormonal system, but she did not know if she had already done so.
After an hour of waiting in front of the building Kafil called his boss with the cell phone.
"Zahra, I'm sorry to bother you; the boy just entered the building and as usual went up to the second floor.”
The woman thought for a while and finally answered.
“Well, stay there until he leaves and then let me know.”
Shantaya had made big plans for that erotic meeting with Federico. She wanted to get filled of him but before that she needed to get excited to the degree that only she could accomplish with the boy. She mounted on his face swinging her hips at an initially slow but steady pace. The whip vibrated in her hands flogging the skin of the man's chest and leaving its red streaks on him until soon the blood began to sprout. Seeing the damage inflicted on her lover Shantaya felt the degree of excitement that pre-announced an orgasm. Finally the climax came flooding the young man's mouth. Shantaya let out a cry of pleasure and ceased her frantic agitation.
Federico felt the pain in his chest due to the furrows opened by the whip and choked with the flow of fluids coming from the woman, but at that point he just wished to enjoy the moment that attracted him most, his real reason to accept being submitted to the whole sadomasochistic ritual. His face was buried deep in the black flesh of the dominatrix, which weighed heavily on it impregnating his mouth and nose with the scents and tastes of the woman's intimate region. His open eyes barely glimpsed the light outside the flesh cave for a few moments when the woman's wobbles above him let it pass. Fortunately the air came unobstructed to his nostrils by some indirect channel. Shantaya restarted her feverish movements preparing for the next orgasm.
Kafil took the cell phone in his hands and communicated with his patron.
"He's coming out ... yes, he looks badly battered.”
Adhiambo and Boris lay on the bed once more. The girl was happy because of the contact with the Russian, who protectively hugged her. Boris had just told the girl that he wanted her to move in with him.
"If you agree, I'll immediately start looking for an apartment to rent. We need more space for both of us. At least one bedroom and a kitchen. Do you know how to cook?”
“Of course. All the girls in Kenya are taught by their mothers in the kitchen and other household skills. But since I arrived in this country I have only cooked in the flower shop for the owner and the employees. As we are all Africans we have similar tastes in food. I do not know if they would satisfy you.”
“ Do not worry too much. I can also cook and will make you taste the Russian food. "Boris paused." Well, then do you accept? "
“I don´t know. I'll think about it. "Adhiambo turned on the bed, averting her face from the man's gaze so he would not see her smile.
Shantaya returned to her office after what had been a memorable amatory day. After the prolonged session of oral sex to which she had submitted Federico she had allowed him to repeatedly possess her. The woman had consented to have normal sex with few men and the boy was one of them. In a gesture that would have surprised those who knew her, she lovingly caressed her own belly. At her age Shantaya wanted to experience motherhood again as long as she had time and had chosen Federico to that end, because she liked the genetic load he would give to her new offspring. Pregnancy checks had not yet been performed but a sixth sense indicated the woman that she was already pregnant. And if she was not it would happen be in a short time.
Zahra paced her apartment from side to side in a quite furious mood. Realizing that in that state of anger she was not going to get results the woman slowly managed to calm down. Just a day before they had had with Federico an afternoon of love and wild sex as she did not remember in her life and yet the boy had returned with the dominatrix that humiliated and hurt him. Zahra did not understand what the reason might be and she set out to find out. The Kenyan looked at her wristwatch and estimated that it would still be an hour before the young man returned from his work.
<As soon as he gets off the elevator I'll drag him into my apartment and speak clear. If I have to tell him that I am controlling his movements and where he is going, I will do it.>
The reason true for the woman’s thought was that she had already noticed that Federico was a very intelligent man but had a weak personality. Zahra had to take the damn witch out of his head and she would not do it half-heartedly. The Masai warrior had to be thoroughly employed.
Shantaya hung up the phone a little stunned. What Boris had communicated had immediately angered her because it revealed her loss of control over one of her favorite pupils. Suddenly, and without finding a suitable explanation she burst into a laughter.
<It seems that the old Russian bear has fallen trapped between the legs of an African girl.> She told herself with a sneer, not without bitterness.
<And is this what remains of the man who raped me and fathered my son?>
Once she made that thoughtful journey the woman managed to calm down and only then she saw the bright side of the situation. Boris would no longer harass her when he needed a woman, just when she had chosen Federico, much more manageable and predictable than the Russian. Losing Adhiambo was a limited collateral damage and she had in fact already been replaced by the Ethiopian Amhara, even younger than her former pupil.
As he closed the elevator door, Federico heard the door of his neighbor's apartment open. He turned and with a smile said.
"Hi Zahra." But something immediately on the woman's face told him that there were problems.
"Explain to me now clearly what you need!" Exclaimed Zahra. She had forced the young man to sit in an armchair and stood before him, placing one knee on his chest. She had already told the boy that Kafil had been following him, that she knew of his relationship with Shantaya Washington and that the woman was exercising her sadistic impulses upon him. The boy's surprise at the follow-up he had undergone was great, and his first reaction was one of confusion.
“Speak up! Explain to me what that bitch gives you that you do not get with me.”
Federico blushed and answered.
"I'll tell you in your ear."
Zahra understood that whatever the young man was about to tell her he did not want to hear in his own voice. She put her ear to his mouth and heard his whisper.
"Well." She calmly said. "I understand what you need and I promise you will not have to look for it elsewhere. Zahra will give it to you.”
The Kenyan was a thoughtful person. She clearly understood that Shantaya could not have abused the boy if he had not a personality who would accept it. Federico was a masochist and Zahra had to act accordingly to conquer and maintain him.
Then she thought.
<That could really simplify things.>