Konnichiwa Cowboy

A business trip to Japan opens the door to Matt
Wilson's satisfying a long held fantasy, only there's a slight
hiccup called Sakura Nakamura. Sakura is smart, funny and gorgeous,
everything he wants in a woman, but can’t have, not if he wants to
do business with her father. Unfortunately, he forgot to tell her
that and everything changes after one night.

Is it a geisha or infatuated workmate who fulfills
the visiting cowboy's fantasy?

First Edition Copyright 2013 by Tilly Greene

Edited by Kat Lively

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This is a work of fiction. Any references to
historical events, real people, or real locales are used
fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual
events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

Note from Author: Konnichiwa Cowboy, a contemporary
western erotic romance with D/s, is 13,500 words and this is its
first release anywhere.

Osaka, Japan

“Incredible! I can’t believe it’s really me under all
this makeup. You’re a master with a makeup brush.” Sakura Nakamura
looked closely in the mirror at the elaborate makeup Molly, her
best friend, had taken hours to apply.

Her entire face, neck, and a small portion of her
chest were covered in a thick matte white paste. In contrast, a
stark, kohl black liner outlined her eyes and formed dramatic
eyebrows. The final touch, a bright red dot painted on the center
of both her upper and lower lips, left her with an exotic, pursed
appearance. Men around the world found the geisha look erotic, and
she could see why.

It had been her decision to answer Matt’s request
personally. She had used the expected image to hide her identity,
and put on solid black contact lenses to take it a step further.
She wanted to be with the man, intimately, yet not allow him to
recognize her. That took a great deal of work and she left nothing
out, including the outlandish hairdo. All of her straight, shoulder
black hair, with long extensions added, had been manipulated into
three exaggerated buns. Molly secured each with plenty of products
and special ornate combs to keep them in place. One of the hair
ornaments had delightful bells that tinkled with her every
movement. The other two had sprigs of her favorite flower,
honeysuckle, dangling from them, which emitted a wonderful
fragrance whenever they moved. The combs were the only things she
wore that pointed to her as an individual.

Excitement and anticipation of what was to happen
caused her heart to race wildly. The night promised to bring her
most heated dreams to life, and she couldn’t wait for it to start.
Unlike how she lived each day, always doing what her parents
planned for her, tonight would be all about what she wanted.

Sakura knew she was a dutiful daughter, although she
lived a lie. She hadn’t wanted to rebel against her parents—they’d
never meant to hurt her. They loved her and only wanted her to have
the very best. Unfortunately, their own expectations encouraged
them to raise her under strict rules, offering her no chance to be
unique.

There had been bright spots here and there, like her
first taste of independence found at college, but graduation
brought her back under their control. For as long as she could
remember, she’d done whatever they wanted, even when it hadn’t felt
right inside her heart and mind. With Matt Wilson came a chance for
her to be true to herself, free, and with someone she wanted. She’d
take their one night together and revel in being a woman. She
didn’t want to hurt anyone, just make some memories to help her
find a way to live as her parents wished.

With the complicated makeup and hair finished, she
moved on to getting dressed.

The bright red silk kimono with cherry blossoms all
over it and the green obi were hers, a gift to honor her coming of
age. Not someone to do something halfway, she’d followed through
with the image she chose to portray that evening and would wear
both geta and tabi, the traditional wooden sandals and split toed
socks. Even though she owned the odd footwear, she found them
uncomfortable. She pushed the discomfort they caused to the back of
her mind and, again, looked in the mirror.

“Is that really me?” Sakura whispered, shock
permeating her voice.

“It’s definitely you.” Laughing, Molly circled her
and checked over the changes she’d helped her friend make while
assuring her no one would see who was behind the makeup.

“I could swear I’m wearing a mask. There’s nothing
familiar about the woman I see looking back at me.” The moment
Sakura decided to do something for herself, she felt whole, body
and soul moving together on the same path. However, there was no
future for her and Matt, even if Matt felt for her half as much as
she felt for him. Besides the distance between Montana and Japan,
they were locked into a working relationship. She’d never shame her
boss, her father, by doing anything inappropriate.

However, last week she’d completed her job for
Nakamura Enterprises in advising a potential partner what they
needed to do to stay in line with the Japanese government’s
importation requirements. A couple of days ago, she’d made her
final report to her father, and was formally finished with the Big
W Ranch’s case.

At a loss for excuses to spend more time with Matt,
she’d handled the last item on her list in regards to his visit.
She’d called her contact at the hotel where he stayed and asked if
there were any requests for their guest’s last night. Sakura had
made such calls throughout his stay, but it turned out to be the
first time she’d been given a gift in return. The concierge she
worked with revealed Matt had asked what many Western men sought
while visiting her country. He’d requested a prostitute dressed as
a geisha. She hadn’t been turned off by discovering he was
comfortable with his sexual needs. In fact, after thinking it
through, she’d seen it as a chance for him to get what he wanted
and for her to be with him as she’d dreamt.

“Trust me, you look beautiful. Your appearance is
exactly like the woman in the picture we found. There’s not a
chance he’d recognize you beneath all this gear. Don’t forget, he’s
used to seeing you in a suit, dress, even jeans, but not dressed
like a traditional Japanese woman. Now, assure me one more time
that you know what you’re doing.”

“I really like him, Molly, more than any other man.
He makes me think about my dreams and what the future holds.
Wouldn’t that be enough of a reason to seek more time with him? To
have some memory of us together to hold close when he’s gone?”

“Oddly enough, that makes sense to me, which worries
a different part of me. I know you wouldn’t do anything that would
put him in an awkward position businesswise, but what about any
repercussions or maybe regrets you’d have later?”

“The only thing I would regret is if my parents found
out, but I’ve done everything possible to ensure that won’t happen.
Only you know my plan, and I trust you to hold it close to your
chest as I do. To tie up any doubts of the professional ethics in
what I’m about to do, I’m no longer working with him. As far as my
position with the company and their negotiations with his ranch,
I’m formally off the job. There’s no longer any reason why I can’t
be with him as intimately as I want.”

She used her hands to carefully pat her hair, and
continued noting reasons why she felt confident in moving on. “I
intend to give him exactly what he wants, which also happens to be
something I’d enjoy as well. Playing the part of a demure geisha
who would do whatever the man wants excites me. There’s a challenge
to make sure whatever we do together is legal, but I won’t lose
sight of it. No matter how badly I want to feel him possessing my
body, I won’t break the law or tempt him to do so, either. I’m not
sure if he knows the laws of prostitution in Japan, so it’s up to
me to make sure we don’t do anything wrong.”

“Well, I feel better knowing you’ve thought it
through, both the good and bad.”

“I’m sure of only one thing, Molly. The only man I
have wanted intensely leaves tomorrow. Why wouldn’t I want to spend
his last night with him?” No matter what was said or done, she
wasn’t about to back down. Not when she was minutes away from
fulfilling her hearts’ desire, as well as her hottest dream. All
the man had to do was look at her with need and she’d be
content.

“Remember, I’ll be here in case you need anything.
Okay, enough worrying, let’s finish up and get you to his
room.”

“You’re such a good friend.”

“I’m sure you’d do the same for me.”

“Anytime you need me, I’m there for you.” Sakura told
her friend what was in her heart and meant it.

“I know, sweetie, I know. Come on, it’s quarter to
nine and the concierge should be waiting to let you into his room.”
Molly picked up the fan and hooked it over Sakura’s wrist before
putting the string of her purse over her other one. “I’ve put both
your mobile and a spare key for our room inside.”

“You’ve met Matt and know he’s a decent man, nothing
horrible is going to happen. Please, turn it off. I don’t want to
receive a call from my parents while I’m locked in a romantic
clinch with a gorgeous man.” Without a word, her friend took out
the phone and put it in her pocket. “Thank you, now relax. Enjoy
the night in a posh hotel. Order a decadent meal and champagne from
room service.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. The mother hen inside me came
out. Accept that my worry won’t leave until you return.”

“I think we need to find you a man.” Molly looked
uneasy at the teasing offer. Sakura believed the other woman wasn’t
comfortable with what she’d said and therefore wondered yet again
if her friend had been hurt, physically, by some guy in the past.
Maybe that was what brought her to Japan. Her friend had never told
her how she’d ended up in Osaka.

“Let’s get you through tonight and then we can deal
with my lack of a love life.” Her friend gave her a gentle hug,
then carefully smoothed her hands over the highly structured hair.
“You look beautiful. Enjoy yourself and don’t do anything you don’t
want to do. Oh, I almost forgot, I put some condoms in your purse
as well. Use them even though there will be no actual
intercourse.”

“See, you think of everything. I’ve been so intent on
getting dressed appropriately and then into his room, that I forgot
all about those.”

“That’s what friends are for. Go have fun, feel sexy,
and I’m sure as soon as he sees you he’ll drop to his knees with
need.”

“There’s a lovely image, that big hunk of a man on
his knees in front of me. I could handle that.” She turned and made
her way to the door. “See you later, Molly.”

“I’ll want details.”

“Maybe,” Sakura looked over her shoulder as she left
the room and laughed.

Walking down the hallway was awkward in the slim
column of her kimono and the wooden sandals. What she had on was
pretty, although definitely not for someone who chose to wear
clothes that allowed her to walk as quickly and easily as she
wanted. Turning the corner, she passed through the elevator bay and
saw the concierge standing at the end of the hallway.

This was her first test to see if she was
recognizable. She knew the man, although they mainly handled
business over the phone. All he knew was what she’d told him during
their previous conversation. Nakamura Enterprises would take care
of supplying and paying the woman, taking any concerns away from
the hotel.

“
Sumimasen
, Nakamura Enterprises asked me to
meet with a Wilson-san. Am I at his room?”

“Yes, yes, please hurry,” he said while opening the
door. “The gentleman said he’d be back by nine and was very
particular about having you already in the room, waiting for his
return. While he wouldn’t state it specifically, I believe I know
the position you should be in to greet him. I’ve dealt with
Westerners before and they have an image of how a geisha should
act. Be submissive, entertaining, and speak only when spoken to. No
eye contact, either. You’re here to fulfill a fantasy, as well as
satisfy his desire.” Hiedo helped her settle into a kneeling
position, with her head bowed and hands folded together beneath the
kimono’s long sleeves and resting in her lap. She was ready to
serve.

Obviously he’d helped other women in a similar
position before, since the man managed to be very careful and
meticulous in how he fixed her kimono and obi. It was oddly
comforting to know he had experience and that she’d passed his
discerning eye. Considering she wasn’t a prostitute and had never
dressed up as a geisha, she felt pleased to pull off such a
feat.