It was the Crowne Plaza hotel, corner suite. I had moved the small breakfast table and two chairs out to the balcony where Jay loved to sit and watch the lake and eat. The table was presented well; a centerpiece of flowers that I had arranged myself, a spot for a single plate (I had already eaten) and a glass waiting for the wine which I had opened fifteen minutes earlier to allow it to breathe. I too was well presented. I was wearing the little black dress my lover had bought me, black thigh highs and matching heels. The heels were off for the moment so I could better prepare for my lover's arrival. Sometimes he wanted me barefoot, other times shod. Since I had found them in the hotel room upon my arrival, I knew that today he wanted me shod. I was also wearing the new teal bra and panty set he had provided me. He really seemed to like teal on me! My hair and make-up were done to his desires. The book he had required me to read lay read on the bed. The CD of traditional Japanese music he had bought played on the hotel's CD alarm clock. I had sprayed my perfume in the air, so that to his nose I was just another part of the room. I am a modern, American Geisha.
My cell phone rang, it was him. "Lady, are you ready for me?" It was more of a command than a friendly question. If I was he would be up in five minutes exactly. We would then begin the ritual that brought Man and Geisha much happiness. However, if I responded no he would leave and I would not get whatever present he had brought me. And more importantly, I would not be able to spend the morning with my lover.
"Yes, honorable sir." I answered demurely. I then hurried to retrieve his carefully prepared plate from the iceless cooler I used as a warmer. I poured his glass of wine. I then slipped into my heels and proceeded to the door. I stood there so I could open the door at his first knock. I looked at the clock; I had three minutes until I hear that familiar rapping.
Unk. The knock was muffled by the heavy wooden door. I opened it promptly and smoothly. "Anya-ha-se-o" I greeted him in Korean and bowed respectively at the waist as he entered the room. He did not reply or return the bow. As the man, that was not required. He stopped just as he cleared the door way, and stood. I closed the door and immediately began slipping his jacket off of him. He was a businessman who used me to relax, and today I could feel the tension in his back as I made him more comfortable. I then hung up his jacket in the closet next to where he was standing. "Shoes?" I asked. Any servile questions I had, he wanted me asking in only one word.
"Yes." He responded, although he was free to use as many words as he wanted. I dropped into a crouch, and held his right shoe in place as he raised it up and out. He held his foot in midair, and I leaned over slightly and lightly kissed it. Then he lowered it to the floor, and I moved to his other foot to repeat the ritual. When this was done I stood and put the shoes under his jacket in the closet and closed the closet door.
He then inspected the room. Everything was neat and tidy. All signs of my personal effects were hidden. He walked over to the bed and picked up the book. This visit it was the Tao Te Ching, and he opened it to a random page. His selection often varied. If he was happy with me he might give me a choice. If he was unhappy with me he may choose a book about BDSM to remind me how good I had it. If he thought I had done something dumb, he may choose a children's book so I wouldn't hurt my brain.
