The Geisha had come back from leave with a black eye.
It was already fading, the last traces of it skillfully covered with make-up but visible after a shower – and there were always people in the communal showers when the Geisha was there. Not to harass or crudely ogle him, but few men had seen a Geisha before, let alone naked – and this Geisha was a stunningly beautiful man, well worth looking at.
Warrant Officer Jim Dempsey knew he didn’t stand a chance with the Geisha, knew that men like that belonged to kings or generals or otherwise exceptional men. Jim wasn’t putting himself down or anything, but he knew he didn’t stand out in a crowd and wasn’t going to change the world. He wasn’t an ambitious man. He was steady rather than spectacular, getting much satisfaction from the work he did to keep things on the Ronald Reagan running smoothly. An ex he’d nearly collared had accused him of being a closet sub or switch, too passive and easy-going to be a Dom. Jim had no hard feelings for that sub, but wasted no thoughts on him either. Jim was as he was and content with that.
However, he was in no way content with the fact that their Geisha had a black eye.
Jim knew he had no business voicing any possessive notions about the Geisha, but he couldn’t help feeling protective of the uncollared submissives onboard. The safety and well-being of the Geisha, for all his high status, was no more important any other sub’s, but Jim often found his eyes drifting towards him when they were in the same room. The Geisha wasn’t fragile as such – he was a Navy officer and a competent officer and pilot at that – but he looked like someone who should be cherished and protected from things like grabby superior officers and black eyes.
So Jim kept a tight rein on the brainless seamen who thought it would be funny to harass subs on *his* ship. He was concerned when a full Marine escort in dress uniforms complete with swords brought the Geisha flowers, wondering if it was some bigwig’s idea of courting by throwing their weight around. He was relieved when the Geisha just laughed happily and dismissed the rumors.
And later, Jim quietly and relentlessly ran interference when the Captain took umbrage at the Geisha’s refusal of his collar, nudging things so that the Geisha was transferred off the ship with his career, body, and spirit unharmed.
Jim knew he’d probably never see the beautiful Geisha again, but he also knew that this was for the best. The Geisha, under his usual mask of serenity, seemed relieved to go, and the Captain might not be happy now, but he’d be even less happy if he was facing a House Trial for harming a Geisha.
And Jim, while sad to part ways with the object of his daydreams, was glad that he’d been able to play a small role in keeping the Geisha safe and happy.