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Whore stories to make even a geisha blush
By Masuo Kamiyama
September 13, 2004
If sex workers could write -- and maybe some of them can -- their memoirs would
be worth studying. Some of the deepest secrets of our species unfold on their
doorstep. They are twice blessed, enriched not only by their own experiences
but by those of their talkative and confiding clients, many of whom lead
remarkably varied lives.
What kind of stories do sex industry personnel hear at work? "The kind to make
your head spin!" promises Shukan Taishu (Sept. 20), which narrate a few.
A certain salaryman is not as conventional as he looks -- he moonlights as a
writer of pornographic novels. Which is what brought him to a 27-year-old Tokyo
soapland hostess named Ayano. He was doing research.
"He came to me," Ayano tells Shukan Taishu, "after reading in some magazine
about how I left my club to work somewhere else and came back after four months
'randier than ever,' as I put it to the magazine. That made him curious. He
wanted to know what I meant by 'randier than ever.'
"Well," continues Ayano, "he licked me all over, we played this and that, and
when we were finished ... he took out a notebook and started scribbling! He was
making notes!"
Koyuki, 20, works in an Osaka SM cafe, and one night she found herself with a
man whose thick glasses made him look rather like a college professor. He is in
fact a teacher of sorts. His specialty is "breaking in," initiating newcomers
into the sado-masochistic universe. Once, he told Koyuki, his client was a
budding actress. Whether she needed this new knowledge for professional
purposes or simply for her own enlightenment is not clear. However that may be,
she put himself in his hands, and for three days and nights they didn't leave
their hotel room. Day one was mostly talk. Day two was "strangle play." On day
three came the coup de grace -- excretory sex, "golden showers" and what not.
"Now," the professor told Koyuki with a smile, "that actress is on TV all the
time. She plays a prim young wife. Every time I see her face I think back to
what we did together ..."
"It happened," recalled a good-looking young man being entertained at an Osaka
"health" establishment by 27-year-old Chiaki, "when I was surfing in Fukui
Prefecture." A party of six well-heeled matrons picked him up and took him to
dinner.
"They must have spiked my drink with some stimulating drug," the surfer told
her, "because in that one evening I came no fewer than 12 times ..."
Chiaki sighs. "I've been married five years," she tells Shukan Taishu. "I got
into the soap business in the first place because my husband couldn't satisfy
me. I know exactly how those six women felt. I wish I'd been with them!"
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