Fire And Ice Cocksuckers Ch 01

Meeting a Geisha

When I moved to Tokyo for my work I didn't want to live in "the golden ghetto" where many expats and foreign workers congregate. I thought I should avoid other

gaijin

(foreigners) and live in an ordinary Japanese neighborhood. I wanted to absorb Japanese language and culture through my daily activities and socializing.

While my idea sounded good in theory, I didn't realize most Japanese don't socialize with their neighbors. Of course, they exchange polite superficialities, but they don't "hang out." Japanese can have next-door neighbors for decades but never enter their home. That's ordinary.

As it turned out, the only neighbor in my 8-unit building whom I spoke with was Mineko, a woman who lived above me. I was 31 years old, and she was mid-forties and living alone. That's very odd for a Japanese woman. But she was a retired Geisha. Living alone is ordinary for Geishas who don't become an

Okāsan

and run her own teahouse.

I had read many books on traditional Japanese culture before moving to Tokyo. So, I knew the basics of the Geisha ethos. Sadly, it's a dying art form. In its heyday there were some 80,000 Geisha in Kyoto alone and now there are only about 800 in the whole nation.

Contrary to popular Western notions, Geisha are not prostitutes. They are hostesses and entertainers. Many develop a special relationship with one regular patron. Some do marry this benefactor, but it's very rare. After retiring, most become a "kept woman" with an until-death-do-we-part "sugar daddy" who likely has a wife and family. They live alone in a

pied-à-terre

as a mistress. Such was the case for Mineko and her patron who rarely visited.

The Geisha life is a rigorous commitment to mastering traditional arts. They entertain customers who pay for time; knowing full well the Geisha will never provide sex despite their flirtations. It's all part of the entertainment you pay for with your drinks. Regulars always think maybe next time I'll get more. But they won't.

Geisha are required to learn classical Japanese dance and song. They can play musical instruments; typically, the shamisen (which means "three strings") plucked with a thin flat piece of tortoise shell worn on the fingers.

Geisha are also brilliant and witty conversationalists. They can converse deeply on a broad range of topics, tell great jokes and stories, recite poetry and are experts in double entendre. They're the life of the party. They instigate and play drinking games. Afterall, they earn money for the house on the exorbitant cost of those drinks. Geisha are titillating, flirtatious and masters at arousal, but almost never follow through.

The key word is "almost". While they are not sex workers, Geisha are always on the lookout for the ultimate sugar daddy -- an uber-wealthy benefactor who will provide for them in retirement. As you can imagine that sponsor expects exclusivity and sex whenever he wants. Although Geishas play the chaste cockteaser, she must know how to please a man in bed when they eventually do land a sponsor. So, how do they acquire these sexual skills? Who knows. They live in a very secretive world hidden from the men they entertain. They never share trade secrets. Trust me, I tried to learn them from my neighbor Mineko.

Mineko spoke English fluently along with a couple of other languages. I think she was a little lonely, so we eventually became drinking buddies. Geisha don't have female friends outside the business as ordinary Japanese women are a bit intimidated by a Geisha's sophistication and male attraction. They can't have Japanese male friends once they have a sugar daddy. Any man of a status suitable to befriend a Geisha would present a risk of discovery by moving in the same social circles as her benefactor.

I chose to live in a Japanese neighborhood to immerse myself, but quickly discovered my neighbors were polite but cautiously standoffish. They were afraid to socialize with a foreigner lest other people gossip. However, Mineko was in the same boat as me -- a curiosity to be politely avoided by other people in our building. Geisha are highly respected for their deep level of training in the arts and various activities but they are intimidating to the ordinary housewife.

We had many interesting conversations when we happened to meet by chance in the building's laundry room, at the mailbox, and so on. I knew better than to invite Mineko into my apartment or suggest drinks or a meal out together. We conversed in public that concluded with mutual bows when we parted ways.

Then one day we were chatting as we folded our clothing in the laundry room and something unexpected happened. Mineko handed me a small envelope. It was an invitation to have a Saturday afternoon tea at MY apartment. I was instructed to slip a note under her door with the preferred date and time If interested. Everything about this was shockingly forward. It broke every rule of Japanese social etiquette. But then, as a foreigner these rules did not apply to me.

I returned a note as requested suggesting the next Saturday at 2pm. I was excited to host her and foolishly dreamed this would become a friendship with benefits. But comically, I was more nervous about serving tea. Geisha are qualified to teach the tea ceremony and are connoisseurs of green tea. I knew where to buy a high-end tea but didn't know how hot the water should be nor how long to steep the leaves. I didn't even have proper teacups.

I concluded she was not expecting "good" tea, she wanted something else. So, I would turn the tables on her and offer Japanese sake. I know sake and could speak intelligently about it. She arrived right on time and knocked softly. I opened the door quickly assuming she was worried about being seen entering. Japanese are ultra-discreet.

Mineko was wearing an antique green kimono that was likely worth many thousands of dollars. In Japanese culture green represents new beginnings and good fortune. An intentional choice I wondered. I didn't expect this as she normally dressed in conservative western clothing. Mineko wore her hair up but did not, of course, do her hair nor makeup in traditional Geisha fashion. She looked very much like a modern Japanese businesswoman in a kimono for a special occasion. I will admit that my first thought was wondering about her undergarments.

Geisha traditionally don't wear underwear. It disrupts the lines of the kimono. VPL. The intimate layers for a kimono are called

hada-juban

and the

naga-juban

. These more akin to a slip -- a thin inner kimono, held in place with a string around the waist. So, I knew her pussy was breathing fresh air under that gorgeous kimono. That knowledge aroused me. I imagined her bush was the same jet-black color as her hair. I wanted to find out.

I put that thought out of my mind and asked if she would prefer to sit at my kitchen table or on the tatami mat floor. I assumed she would choose the floor. I had already placed teacups and sake glasses at my kotatshu-style coffee table. It made her smile that I knew in advance what she would prefer.

I told her the tea was steeping -- a shincha from Shizuoka prefecture.

Shincha

means "new tea" that comes from the highly coveted first harvest of spring tea leaves. She smiled again with approval. Then I said, "I also have sake if you would prefer. It my favorite a

daiginjo, junmai-shu

.

Daiginjo indicates the high percent of polished rice and junmai means that the only allowable ingredients were water, rice, koji rice and yeast -- with no added alcohol at finish. The purest sake.

Up to now, we always spoke only in English, Mineko said,

"Hai sensei, wa jibun no sake o yoku shitte imasu ne. Demo uisukī no kata ga sukidesu,"

followed by hearty laughter. That translates to "Yes, teacher, you know your sake. But I prefer whisky."

I knew her use of "sensei" was meant to be playful sarcasm. I proved I understood her Japanese by returning to my kitchen to retrieve a bottle of 12-year-old Glenmorangie and two rocks glasses. As an aside, only Scotch and Japanese whisky omit the "e", American, Canadian and Irish Whiskey is spelled with an "e".

Mineko said, "I prefer to try your green tea. Next time I'll bring my favorite Japanese whisky."

So, there will be a next time, I thought. Perhaps I will find out what is under her kimono if I am patient and show respect. Mineko was every bit the Geisha -- coquettish, funny, flattering, clever and absolutely charming. Her conversation was bright and engaging. We talked of art, cuisine and politics for a couple of hours. I did not introduce a topic where she could not keep up and offer insightful repartee. I was smitten. But I did not show it. In our first meeting I politely avoided questions about her previous Geisha life and I never asked why she prompted the get together. I thought she wanted to fuck me.

Just as Mineko departed, she off-handedly mentioned tutoring a young Maiko-san, an apprentice Geisha. Mineko said, "I was hoping after we get to know each other better, perhaps you might consider helping me with some specialized instruction I cannot provide on my own. I need a man." I said simply, "Happy to help, if I can," now thinking sex was very possible.