When I saw him in the hotel bar, I knew he would be my companion for the entire night. Clearly, he was a tourist—the clothes may as well have had “American boy” printed all over them—and clearly, he was not a man looking for a lady of the night.
There have been scores of names for these men over time—this is, after all, the world’s oldest profession—and I hate all of these terms. Johns. Punters. Kerb crawlers. Jockeys and tricks. I loathe even the respectable words, like client or customer. These men are so much more to me. They are my guests. I am their hostess. And like any good hostess, I anticipate and see to their needs. That they are of a carnal nature is no reason for shame.
I am Lady Dee, and I am a person of art, a geisha.
I use my voice and my words to compose symphonies. I use my cosmetics and my attire to stimulate the eyes, though it is my body that is my palette: my face, my breasts, my thighs, my sex. My geisha porn. I am an entertainer, a dancer, and a performer of all manner of sultry and frantic movements.
I have mastered my art over the years, and I have learned to read the minds of my guests: this one just needs to be held. That one needs to blow off some steam. This one wants things his wife won’t do for him. This one wants to do things his wife won’t allow.
As the man sipped at a drink at the bar, I discerned several things at once: he had been separated from his friends but wasn’t quite ready to head upstairs to his room yet. Most likely, his friends were revellers, but this man, no more than twenty, looked thoughtful and reserved, a man comfortable alone with his intellect.
He was tall and handsome. His hands were not
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Loved this – so genteel and elegant, when she describes her craft as a performance, entertainment for an honoured guest. I think you struck exactly the right note JK. Your imagery was beautiful, I loved the ripples from a pebble and thinking of an orgasm as a bomb inside her – on point and priceless. Striking the tone, you enhanced my perception of the cultural setting with your choice of vernacular – this added to the picture you painted. It’s made me curious to watch the film that inspired this wonderful story.