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Maybe Yuki would be back when she
realized she forgot the key and money.

It didn’t take long before he
finished dressing and packing, all without any sign of his recent
bedmate returning. Matt took one last look around to make sure he
hadn’t left anything behind and looked back at the silk bag on the
bed beside the hair thing with bells on it that she’d worn. The
latter item made him smile as he remembered how it rang as she gave
him a blowjob. It was a good memory, and he wondered if he’d
continue to get a hard-on each time he heard it ring.

Deciding on the best way to get the
items to her, he stuffed the money he’d put on the table and added
more from his wallet, before putting it in her bag. Even though she
hadn’t been Sakura, Yuki had made him believe she was, making his
geisha fantasy even more amazing. It had been a spectacular night.
Without thinking, he put the decorated comb in as well and pulled
it closed.

Stuffing the bag in his jacket
pocket, he left his room and made his way to the lobby. Lucky for
him, Hiedo manned the concierge desk.

“Konnichiwa, Wilson-san. Your car
to the airport is here when you’re ready to leave.”

The man bowed low in greeting, like
he had throughout his visit, and yet Matt still wasn’t used to it.
For some reason, the polite and traditional move made him feel
awkward. Instead of returning the bow in kind, he reached out to
shake the man’s hand.

“Good, good, thank you. Before I
leave, I need to talk with you about the lady you arranged for me
last night. She forgot to take her purse and the money we discussed
is inside. Can you see that she gets it?”

“The woman you spent the evening
with was supplied by Nakamura Enterprises. They organized
everything for you, including payment.”

“Who at the company organized my
companion?” He wasn’t sure he wanted the answer, but he had to
ask.

“Sakura Nakamura.”

“Shit!” Matt muttered and wanted to
kick himself in the ass. How stupid could he be? Fulfilling a
fantasy wasn’t worth all the problems that could now develop. And
it wasn’t only business he was thinking about, but Sakura as well.
What he felt for her was personal. He would never have chosen to
spend his last night with a prostitute if it meant he’d lose her
respect.

“Is everything all right,
sir?”

“No, everything is all screwed up
and it’s my fault. I have a flight to catch. Thank you, Hiedo, for
all your help. Arigato.” He pulled his hand from his pants pocket
and, as he shook the other man’s hand again, he passed him a tip
for all his individual help over the past month. It wasn’t the
concierge’s fault everything was all messed up.

Cursing to himself, Matt knew he
would never understand the Japanese culture, although he was pretty
sure nothing good could be seen in his spending time with a
prostitute. In fact, despite all the good work they’d done together
for the past month, it was entirely possible that Nakamura
Enterprises wouldn’t want to purchase their beef. Unfortunately, he
couldn’t blame her if she turned against him, not all people were
as comfortable in their sexuality as he.

Without paying attention to his
surroundings, he finished checking out of the hotel, made his way
out to the car, and on to the airport. Feeling like an idiot, he
kept going over all that had happened and tried to figure out where
he’d gone wrong. Actually, that wasn’t true. He wanted to know if
there was a chance to turn it all around and make things right. Not
only right with the company, but with Sakura in particular. The
more he thought about it, the easier he accepted that it was the
latter’s opinion which mattered most, not the possible loss of
business.

After he’d checked in for his
flight and made it through security, he found a payphone and tried
to reach her at work. It was Sunday, so Matt wouldn’t really expect
to catch her at work, but it was the only option available. He had
to try and find her someplace, just on the off chance she was
there. When her voicemail answered, he listened while preparing
what he’d say. It had to be the most difficult message he’d ever
left, but it had to be done.

“Hi, Sakura, it’s Matt. Ummm, I
need to talk to you about, well you know, but I guess it can wait
until I get back to America. Hope you’re all right. Take care.
Bye.”

He hung up the phone and sighed
heavily. How was he going to explain what he’d done to her through
a phone line? He wanted to stay and find her, somehow explain why
he’d spent time with a prostitute, except he couldn’t. Not with a
meeting between him, a major transporting firm, and a
representative from the U.S. Department of Agriculture.

Later, while he was sitting in his
seat, the plane left the gate and started to make its way to the
runway. Matt thought about how he was going to tell his brother
what had happened. He had no idea what to expect, but he had to
explain everything to him. They were more than siblings, more than
business partners, they were best friends.

Looking out the window, the plane
picked up speed as it rushed down the runway and away from Japan.
Suddenly a wild thought that came out of nowhere took his breath
away. He gripped the hand rests and sat up ramrod straight, only
his seat belt held him in his chair. What if he’d done more than
pretend, what if he had actually spent the night with
Sakura?

A wild thought, indeed. At times
the woman he’d been with had reminded him of the one he wanted, but
that was it. All of that could be blamed on his imagination and
wishful thinking. There was, however, one thing that made him
seriously think it could have been her. If Sakura had actually
spent the night with him, then the geisha’s hurried departure and
leaving the money behind made much more sense.

No matter what part of the world it
happened in, a prostitute wouldn’t leave behind money she’d earned
doing her job.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered under his
breath and gripped the armrests as the plane lifted off. Collapsing
back against the seat, whether from the force found in the cabin or
from what he’d just realized, he knew it was going to be a very
long flight indeed.

* * * *

Hearing the bathroom door close,
Sakura rolled out of the bed and hurriedly put her kimono back on.
Pulling it together, she roughly wrapped the obi around her waist
like a belt, then tied it. She grabbed her shoes and, as quietly as
she could, left the room. With tears rolling down her face, she
made her way down the hall to her room as fast as she could and
tapped on the door, hoping her friend was awake.

Before she could tap again, the
door opened and she was unceremoniously pulled inside the
room.

“You’re crying! Are you all right?
Are you hurt? What happened?”

“I’m okay. Really, Molly, I’m
better than okay. I couldn’t let him see me like this,” she
motioned to her face. At some point during their night together,
she’d gone to the bathroom. Sakura had looked in the mirror and
seen how most of the makeup had been smudged into an ugly mess,
making her more recognizable. Not knowing what else to do, and yet
knowing she wanted at least one more time to feel his possession,
she’d pushed around what was left, ensuring it covered as much of
her face as she could and went back out to the bed. She was lucky
that throughout the night, he hadn’t turned the lights on any
brighter than they’d been.

When she was alone and had time to
think about all that happened, she knew she’d first think about the
last time they’d made love. She’d finally been able to feel him
inside her and it was exactly as he’d promised. It had been
incredible. Unlike any other time she’d been taken that way or any
other, sex with him had been a true pleasure. However, she thought
it might have been that way because he possessed her ass while he’d
continued to pay attention to her pussy. Having both places touched
and stroked, loved, at the same time, gave her a hint of what it
would be like to be taken by two men, and she’d liked it a
lot.

“What happened? The sun is coming
up and I was worried about you.”

“Don’t worry about the tears,
Molly. It was a wonderful night, way beyond my dreams. It was so
amazing. I couldn’t have imaged such pleasure, but best of all, he
shouted out my name as he came. He called out for
Sakura!”

“So you don’t regret going to such
extreme levels to get your man?”

“No, no regrets other than I can’t
think of him as mine. Molly, I can’t go back to how I used to live.
After one night with him, I feel like I’m a complete woman. Somehow
I have to figure out a way to make Matt see me as a potential
lover.” Using a tissue to blow her nose, she knew crying wouldn’t
solve anything. It was time to figure out a way to make her dream
come true. “I know he enjoyed his time spent with Yuki and he even
mentioned at one point being turned on by me. Sakura, that is. He
actually talked about how he and his brother share everything,
including women. Even if it is a woman they love. If I can figure
out a way for him and his brother to see me and the geisha as one,
I know we could make a life together.”

“Are you sure about this? Two men?
At one time? That is a serious move to make.”

“Oh, yes, I’m positive. All he
talked about enjoying sexually wasn’t disgusting, far from it. He
made me want to try and see how well we’d all fit
together.”

“What about your
parents?”

“I don’t know, Molly. I really
don’t know what to do about them. I don’t want to hurt them, but I
can’t continue to live the way they want me to. They are stifling
me with love. Returning to their rules would feel like I’m being
strangled, my heart slowly dying. Last night was amazing. He made
me feel alive and wanted. That was living and I want to
live.”

“Then we’ll figure out a way to
make it happen.”

“You’re such a good friend.” Sakura
gave her friend a hug for how easily she offered support. From the
very beginning of their friendship they’d been more like sisters
than friends. She knew how lucky she was to have such a positive
person at her side. It made her believe dreams were possible. “You
have to come with me and maybe you’ll find a man over in the U.S.
as well.”

“We’ll see. First, let’s get you
cleaned up and rested. Later, we’ll sit down and make a plan for
you to gain not one, but two men. Watch out, Wilson brothers,
you’ve been warned. Sakura Nakamura will soon have you begging for
her heart.”

They laughed and cried together.
She was sure catching two men wasn’t going to be as easy as Molly
made it sound, although she wasn’t afraid of working hard for what
she wanted. Sakura promised herself that she’d do whatever was
necessary to ensure they knew she was open to being theirs.
However, she wanted what they found with each other to be about
more than sex and, for that to happen, there needed to also be
love. She refused to settle for anything less.

Giddy Up

Sakura Nakamura and her best friend
packed their bags and are travelling around America by car. It’s
been mostly work, but the chance for what she wanted most, the
pleasure and kinky passion with two men she’d dreamt about, is
right there to take.

The Wilson brothers, Ted and Matt,
own a cattle ranch in Montana and want their beef in the Japanese
market. Hard work is nothing when the woman they want comes to
their doorstep and says yes to all they want.

Matt met Saki when he was in Japan
connecting with Nakamura Enterprises, an import/export firm. They
spent one night heating up the sheets and now she was on their
turf. Promises of bondage, ménages and so much more were made if
she came to their house and she was there to play.

Being in love and kinky is
everything they wanted, but can they have the white picket fence
lifestyle as well??

“Hey there, Ted. I really fucked up
this time,” Matt offered as he finally stopped traveling. The two
brothers shook hands, then silently made their way to the baggage
claim area where they waited for the belt to start.

“I’ve had no calls and, from all
the papers you’ve faxed, the firm liked how we do business. What
could possibly have gone wrong?”

“I’ll tell you straight out. I
might have messed around with Sakura.”

“You what? Might of?” Ted raised an
eyebrow as he turned to his brother. Matt shrugged and turned away.
He never got physical with the women they worked with, never came
close to doing such a thing. Then again, there weren’t that many
single ladies in farming.

Luggage started coming down the
ramp and circling on the claim belt, waiting to be picked up by
their owners. While he looked over each bag that passed him by,
Matt wasn’t really seeing any of them. Whether he suffered from jet
lag or wanted to hide from the truth, none of it mattered. He had
to face reality.

“I don’t know for sure, but I sort
of do. You see, I spent my last night in Japan with what I thought
was a prostitute. One who looked like a geisha. When she spoke,
which wasn’t often, it was in a thick Japanese accent, nothing like
Sakura. Then there was all that makeup. Anyway, despite all that
and some serious thinking, I believe it was her. I don’t know,
maybe it was wishful thinking on my part.”