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Geisha	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1204 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rammstein. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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TITLE: Geisha
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
RATING: NC-17 for VERY graphic depiction of sexuality…
PAIRING: Richard/Geisha?
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
SYNOPSIS: Richard takes a trip on his break from the rigors of rock stardom, and meets up with a Geisha destined to change his life forever.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thanks Vally for the inspiration! (*geta are the shoes/sandals worn by Geisha, kind of platform-type shoes designed to keep their kimonos from dragging on the ground as they walk.)
DISCLAIMER: Work of fiction. Not a statement of fact. Not for profit.

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Richard stepped off the plane after his long flight. Various unintelligible chattering screeched over the airport loudspeakers. He muttered to himself that he HAD to learn Japanese one day…

After a trip to baggage claim, he journeyed to his hotel.
Guaranteed to be the finest, ritziest, and needless to say MOST EXPENSIVE hotel in all of Tokyo.

Also the most exclusive, catering to a very, very special clientele…
Foreigners with an interest in one thing…

Drugs? No…
Sex? Close…

Geisha.

Richard was shown to his room by a dainty young girl, clad in the robe of a Maiko, an apprentice to be a Geisha. She couldn’t have been older than 15 or 16, and for a moment, Richard felt a pang of sorrow, thinking of his own daughter walking in her geta*. A good shake of his head cleared this thought with surprising accuracy.

She said little, and spoke in broken English, explaining the amenities the hotel offered. He nodded, soaking up her every word, coated in her musical, soft voice.

Two other junior Maikos carried up his luggage, setting it by his bed.

“Do you wish for us to unpack for you, good Sir?” the younger of the two inquired.
“No, thank you. You’ve done more than enough. Thank you VERY much to you all.”

They traded respectful bows, and were gone, leaving him to his privacy.

Richard walked to a small table where two cups and the makings for a good, steaming cup of green tea awaited him.

He poured his tea and flavored it with honey and ginger. He drank it, feeling it strengthen his jetlagged body.

He looked in the closet and found just what he was in search of. He slipped out of his clothes, placing them in the laundry hamper to be washed, and placed his shoes in the closet.

He slipped on the elegant royal blue robe, and tied it. He slipped on the long, white socks, and slipped into the sandals the hotel provided him. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like something out of a steamy Manga comic, or a cheesy porno.

He decided he needed to unwind, and stepped down to the lounge to do just that.

There other men were already enjoying the company of various, equally breathtaking Geisha. Each Geisha laughed and spoke with soft, twinkling voices. Richard took a seat at the expertly woven mat on the floor. Before long, a Geisha took notice of him, approached him. and bowed politely.

“Hello.” Richard greeted with a coy smile.
“Hello to you Sir. I am Kimiko. Might I share your company this evening?” the Geisha replied in a delicate, delightful voice.
“That you may. Please, by all means!” Richard invited, patting the space of floor beside him.
She sat obediently, on her knees.

“What is your pleasure this evening, good Sir?”
“I am here on a break from my business. I just wish to relax a bit, share some pleasant company.”
The Geisha laughed, covering her mouth coyly, as all good Geisha are trained to do.
“I hope my company is pleasant enough for a man of your obvious distinction, good Sir.”

Richard didn’t reply, but only smiled, soaking in her delicate form. She was quite a bit taller than the other Geisha, and when Richard caught a glimpse of her eyes he noticed something else…

They were blue…

“What is your business, if I am allowed to inquire such of you, good Sir?
“I am a musician…are you?”
“Yes, good Sir…I am well versed in many instruments, as well as in voice.”
“You sing?”
“Yes, good Sir.”
“Sing for me.”
“What shall I sing?”
“Every singer has one song they do best…Sing that one for me.”
Again, she laughed, covered her mouth, and blushed on cue, like a proper coquette.

“But it is in Japanese. Is that to your liking, or shall I sing in your language?”
“No, no, by all means…Japanese is a beautiful language.”
She bowed her head respectfully, and began to sing. Richard couldn’t understand a word, but there was no need. The sound of her elegant voice was enough to stir him in the depths of his soul.

All heads turned her way. The other Geisha traded knowing glances, and the other clients seemed to collectively gasp. The last note of her song rang out, and soon, order was restored. The activity of the room resumed normalcy.

Richard had been to Tokyo many times. He’d been in the company of many Geisha there.

But none got under his skin like this one…

He’d never gone to this hotel intending to sleep with the Geisha. He just loved their way, how they treat a man, with sex not even being in the cards.

But someone stacked the deck.

He was told on his first trip how to acquire the more “personal” services of the Geisha here. It was very costly. It was very hard to do. But as she looked to him with those odd, crystal blue eyes, seeking his approval of his performance, he knew he had to do whatever it took to have her all to himself for the night.

He told her to wait there for him, and the rose to speak to the Okamisan, the proprietor over the Geisha.

They both soon returned. The Geisha broke character, looking clearly concerned.
“Did my performance not meet your approval, good Sir?”
The Okamisan chattered away in felicitous Japanese, causing the Geisha to smile broadly.

“Well then, good Sir. If you wish my company this night, it would be an esteemed honor to me.”
She rose, and bowed respectfully to her Okamisan, taking Richard by the arm.

They came to Richard’s room, and he held the door for her to enter before him.
“Oh no, good Sir, we Geisha never enter before a man. It is not our way.”
“But Geisha do as a man bids them to, and I bid you to enter first.”
She bowed her head and obeyed.

“Please, have a seat.” Richard invited, patting the edge of the bed. She obeyed, hands folded demurely in her lap.
“Would you like a drink?” he offered.
“Oh no, good Sir, let me serve you!” she gasped, beginning to rise.
“No, please, sit. You are my guest this evening. Your Okamisan is not here. She doesn’t have to know you’re breaking protocol, and I promise I will not tell her.”

The Geisha smiled shyly, covering her mouth.

“So, a drink?”
“No, thank you good Sir.”
Richard poured himself a cup of sake, drinking it quickly, hissing as it burned his throat.
He took a seat on the space of bed beside the lovely Geisha.

“So, you have me in your possession for the night, good Sir. What shall we do?”
“I’m new to this…What DO Geisha do in these circumstances?”
“Whatever the good Sir wishes. I am yours.”
Richard smiled at that thought.
“And if I kiss you?”
“If the good Sir wishes.”
“The good Sir wishes you would call him Richard.”
“Oh no, but I can’t…”
Richard nodded softly…
“If you wish good…Richard.”
“Good…” Richard purred, kissing her softly, marveling at the odd, oily taste of the crimson color on her lips…

And the familiar taste of her kiss…

He pulled away, pained that he’d sullied her formerly immaculate visage.
He felt as if he’d broken a very costly porcelain doll.
Then to think of ruining her further…
It was too much…

“I’m sorry, but I can’t…” he whispered, turning away.
“You’re afraid of messing me up.”
“How did you-?”
“It’s common. Men have a fantasy of being with a Geisha, but fear undoing all of our trappings, ruining our makeup. It is fine. It’s like unwrapping an exquisitely wrapped gift. You get to see who lies underneath all of this pageantry. And besides, it can all be redone. I do it faithfully, everyday.” She comforted with a soft smile.

Richard felt much more at ease, and kissed her again. He didn’t worry about her makeup any longer. She smiled and stood, removing her intricate kimono piece by piece, until she stood in her undergarments.

Richard marveled at her form, so soft and feminine. She had him completely entranced.

“There is one more thing…” she cooed.
“What?”
“If you wish me to remove my katsura, you have to kiss me again.”
“Sounds fine…but what is a katsura?” Richard asked shyly.
She tapped the intricate hairpiece atop her head.
“Oh…” Richard said with a hearty laugh, and pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply.

She reached a hand atop her head, and let her katsura fall to the floor.
Richard gasped breathlessly as they kissed, loving the softness of her real hair. It felt to be medium-length, and curly.

He almost couldn’t bear to look at her. If she was as lovely out of costume as she was in it, he was afraid he’d never go home again.

He felt her lips press against his ear.
“Look at me…” she whispered.
Richard swallowed the lump caught in his throat, closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep, deep breath…

And looked upon her…

And somehow, where the fair, bashful Geisha Kimiko once stood…

Now stood Schneider.

“Schneider?!” Richard shrieked in blinding shock.
“Surprise!” Schneider replied with a coy grin.
“How the FUCK?!”
“The amount of money you paid will earn you the services of a Geisha…Five times that will convince the Okamisan to teach you enough to pass as one.”
“But…WHY?” Richard queried, still numb from shock.
“It’s just…FREEING…You come here to have women throw themselves at you who do so because, well, they are trained to do so, they know who you are, and that you have a lot of money. I do this to escape all of that.”
“Have you?…I mean, while playing Geisha…you know…” Richard struggled to ask what he so desperately wanted to know…
“A few times. Not often. The Okamisan refers her more special of clients to me.”
“The ones who prefer a little more wasabi with their sushi?”
“Crude Richard, just crude.” Schneider replied with a deep chuckle.

Schneider sat beside Richard on the bed.
Richard just marveled at Schneider, looking him over, then closing his eyes, trying to recapture his former image.

“So…” Schneider began, a devilish grin spreading across his face, and continued in his well-practice Geisha voice, “…you have me in your possession for the night, good Sir. What shall we do?”
“Stop that! It’s creepy!” Richard shrieked with a shy giggle, feeling a chill run up and down his spine.
“Creepy because it’s me…or because you like it?” Schneider inquired.
Richard’s words caught in his throat.

Schneider straddled him on the edge of the bed, facing him, pushing him backward.

“No, no…Schneider, I don’t…”
“The ever-present strain in your robe says otherwise, Richard.” Schneider cooed, kissing Richard deeply.
Richard returned the kiss enthusiastically, running his hands up and down Schneider’s back.
Schneider stood, and removed the rest of his clothing that remained, and stood, bare, before Richard.

All at once the image of Kimiko was extinguished from Richard’s brain, and it was now consumed with the equally breathtaking man standing in front of him, and the eyes as blue and clear as the deepest ocean…

…the ones that had caught his attention in the first place.

Richard pulled Schneider to him and kissed him deeply. Schneider’s hand found its way under the folds of Richard’s robe and stroked him slow and rhythmically.
Richard gasped, thrusting into Schneider’s hand.
Schneider slid down and undid the ties on the robe, sliding it away, exposing Richard’s pleading erection.
Schneider smiled approvingly, taking the full length of it into his mouth, and sucking it adeptly.

Richard sobbed with delight, pulling Schneider’s hair so hard, he was afraid he’d snatch him bald, so he dug his nails into Schneider’s shoulders instead.

When Schneider felt Richard was excited to the point of near insanity, he rose to his feet, pressing his lips to Richard’s ear…
“Wait here…”

He left the room, entering the bathroom, and returned, a bottle of lube in his hand.

“They equip these rooms well, I see.” Richard mused, shivering with anticipation.
“That they do.” Schneider replied, popping the cap on the lubricant.
He held the bottle under Richard’s nose, and the faint scent of cherry blossom pervaded his nostrils.
Schneider put some of it on his hands, rubbing it between them to get it warm, and applied it all over Richard’s fully aroused cock.

When Richard was well slathered, Schneider pushed him back onto his back and straddled him, placing Richard’s cock at his opening, and sliding on to him slowly.

Richard called out in delight, as Schneider bounced up and down, taking Richard in and out of him.

Richard kissed Schneider deeply, as Schneider increased his pace.

Richard took the lube from off the bed, where Schneider laid it, and put some on his hand, stroking him in time with their love making. Schneider cried out, then an evil glimmer flickered in his eyes,

“Oh yes good Sir!” he called.

Richard’s gut grew taut with desire. “Say it again…”

“Oh yes good Sir!” he repeated, in his proper Geisha voice.

Richard’s eyes rolled back in his skull as the mind shattering pleasure zigzagged through his every cell and fiber.

Schneider called aloud, his voice wanton, but still so proper and feminine, the stark contradiction driving Richard to complete madness.

Schneider moaned sharply as he sprayed Richard’s chest a clean, bright white.

That was all Richard needed to push him right over the edge.

Richard screamed like a dying man as he exploded inside of Schneider, filling him over and over with everything he had.

And oh, how he did die…

They collapsed together in a heap on the bed, and Schneider giggled inanely.

“It’s a small world, isn’t it?” he mused.
“That it is…but for me, it just got a bit larger.”
Schneider faced Richard, kissing him deeply.
“Just for the record, Schneider…if any of the others find out…I thought you were a woman the whole time.”
Richard joked with a deep laugh.
“Are you disappointed I wasn’t?”
Richard said nothing, but his hungry lips against Schneider’s said it all.

“Did I meet my Geisha’s approval?” Richard inquired.
“Yes…thank you, good Sir…”

They both returned to the real world, and the real expectations of recording and touring…

But from that day forward, four words paralyzed Richard with succulent bliss…

“Thank you, good Sir…”
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