Guest post by “Le Tigre”
Because the fact of the matter is, I didn’t just get off the fuckin’ boat.
I have been an English teacher at an Eikaiwa (english conversation school…vomit).
I have been a bartender at a foreign ‘ladies’ bar.
I have been a hostess at clubs ranging from ‘nice,’ to places were I felt like I was actually hired to be a hooker.
I am a professional kickboxer, seriously.
I am an ALT (Assistant Language Teacher) at a public elementary school.
I have lived in….
Okazaki, Aichi for 2 months
Ginza, Tokyo for 3 months
Fuda, Chofu for 2 months (living with my coach’s friend)
Ikebukuro, Tokyo for 1 month (living with Hannah Hypnotic)
Asagaya, Tokyo for 4 months
Saginomiya, Tokyo for 3 months
and currently Shin-Nakano, Tokyo for 2 months…so far.
With men…
I have lost a boyfriend from back home after 1.5 months of being in Japan, lets not talk about this.
I have slept with a host (These are Host types).
I have slept with a young, Japanese guy(19yo)…possibly taking his virginity.
I have had a pure sexual lust for a man over the last year. But it’s someone who I can never have, and have accepted that never going there with him is for the best.
I have been on a really awful date with a Japanese guy who got wasted after buying drinks he didn’t have money for and made me pay. Then, he followed that class act up by asking me the same stupid questions over and over and over in rapidly deteriorating slurred speech.
Let’s explore some of these experiences….
Hostess clubs.
August 2009 was when I first actually work in a real hostess club. I was introduced to the manager by a girl I had met a couple of times. This girl was from Spain, and a bit crazy. She had to have been at least 6′ tall, had dyed her hair that bright, fake looking red color, had color contacts, a lip ring and always wore corsets, thigh-highs, and knee-high boots. She was always nice to me, but I could never stand to talk to her for long periods of time, as our conversations always would go something like this…
Me ‘Hey, how’s it going?’
Her ‘ OH MY GOD! I need to get fucked!!! I am supposed to meet this one guy after work, but I don’t know if he’s going to show up…he’s kind of like an ikemen, oh my god he’s so fucking hot! I met him one night at…blah, blah, blah.’ (this sometimes continued on for a lengthy period of time.)
Me ‘Oh, sounds fun. How’s school?’
Her ‘What? Oh, it’s ok…OH MY FUCKING GOD!! You won’t believe this guy that I fucked 2 days ago…blah, blah, blah.’
Anyhow, she worked at a hostess club in Ikebukuro owned by some Nigerians. I know, a hostess club in Ikebukuro owned by some Nigerians, the ultimate location to climb that corporate ladder and secure a bright future, right?
I was living in Ikebukuro at the time and was completely fucked for money as I hadn’t had a job in 2-3 months, so I gave it a try.
My first day…
The owners were seemingly nice, and the other girls were being friendly. Okay, so far so good.
One thing I noticed right away was the stripper pole in the middle of the room and the black lights that lit the room. I soon found out that yes, there was a stripper, but no we (the hostesses) were not expected to take our clothes off. Phew.
There was one stripper a night, who usually performed once or twice depending on how busy it was. All together there were 3 strippers, all Japanese girls. There were about 8-10 hostesses that were all foreigners. It was mostly Philippino women, with the whacky Spanish girl, a French girl, a Brazilian woman….and me. The club had a ‘no touching’ policy, but it was considered a cheap, lower-class club, so many of the customers would ignore that policy and try to grab the girls. I saw most of the girls get grabbed/groped quite a bit. But I was pretty good at dodging and blocking their quick hands while laughing it off. Plus, I usually made it a point to mention to every customer that I was a professional kickboxer. Sometimes it seemed to ward off potential attacks. Cop a feel, lose some teeth. It was an unspoken agreement between the customers and I.
The paycheck was once every 2 weeks. However, your first month there you had to wait until your 4th week to get paid. So I had made it 3.5 weeks, we were getting paid in literally 3 or 4 days…when the club got closed down. They had apparently not paid the rent in quite some time. There was a big fiasco regarding whether they were going to pay us or not.
One of the owners knew how broke I was and suggested that I work for his friend’s club in Shinjuku. They paid ¥12,000/night ($120) in cash. Not having the option of getting a better job and having to wait another month to get paid, I decided to check it out.
This is worst place I have ever worked….
There was still no concrete answer on whether I was going to get the ¥50,000 ($500) they owed me, so I went to work at the other club. (I never did get that money.)
This place was in the middle of Kabuki Chou, an area known for its high population of Yakuza and sex clubs, not so much for its pristine parks and Virgins. It was on level B1 of some random building. The place was real small, probably only able to hold about 10-15 customers at a time. It was even darker, with even more black lights than the last club. There were 2-3 tv’s posted on the walls, all usually playing a dvd of those 90s style, rap/porn videos. There were about 6 girls, the main girl was from Ethiopia, a French girl who was black, the old Brazilian woman from the last club, and a couple other older, less attractive women that I can’t remember. Helluva line up.
I worked there for 3 days.
Day 1
I’m told to dress sexy. I’m the only young, white girl there, and get requested right off the bat. The customer a young’er’ Indian guy who was visiting Tokyo. He orders some drinks for us and we start talking. After a few minutes he asked me how much the handjob was going to cost.
…come again….?
I didn’t say anything for a moment as I tried getting my thoughts together. I finally managed to blurt out that it was my first day and I wasn’t aware this was part of my job description. Thankfully, he was a descent guy and apologized for making me uncomfortable and said that the owner had told him I would give him this ‘service.’
I apologized and asked if he wanted to speak to another girl. So I called over the Ethiopian girl, told her the situation, and she confirmed that no, we don’t ‘usually’ do that.
He left.
After that, I sat on the couch thinking about the situation I was in. I thought about getting up and leaving right then. Then I realized….I don’t even have enough money for the train ticket home. So I stayed.
The rest of the night was slow and uneventful. Then, I got paid.
Day 2
I went back, only thinking about the money at the end of the night. The second night started off pretty normal. Then I was sat a table with a Japanese man and the Ethiopian girl. He bought us drinks, and apparently that means that he could now grope us. First he turned to me and asked in that sickening, drunk Japanese way,
‘Can-Iee-toucha-u?’
I smiled, shrunk back and politely explained I don’t feel comfortable with that. The Ethiopian girl injected her self into things at this point and told him that he could touch her. Then I witnessed something that will probably be burned into my memory for a long time…He aggressively and hurriedly slid his hand right down the top of her dress. He rubbed her breasts in big, circular motions while she just sat there smiling and drinking. I was just sitting there watching, with a feeling of not really being there at all. It seemed like forever, but he finally left.
I was still living with my friend Hannah at the time and had mentioned the name of the club to her, it had no meaning to her at first. But I was sitting on the couch later that night, waiting and hoping there would be no more customers, when I got a text message from her. It urgently read something like, ”GET OUT of there! I told the name of the bar to my friend, and she used to work there and said it’s the place where customers get mad if you don’t let them touch you and will hit you!”
I sighed heavily and thought to myself, ‘This can’t be happening.’
And yet, I decided to stay. I had already made it through most of the night and I knew there would be money soon. However, since this night had been ‘slow’ they only paid us half, and said the rest would come tomorrow.
Which leads me to my last day….
Day 3
By this time I knew I would not be continuing this job much longer. I know, who would have guessed it? I knew that it would only be a matter of time before I got a customer who wouldn’t take ‘No’ for an answer. And in this situation I was scared to think of what would happen.
Two things happened during this night that were the final deal breakers. First, we had a Japanese man come in. He sat with the Ethiopian and the Brazilian. I didn’t have a customer so I was able to witness them being heavily groped as the drinks kept flowing. He became really drunk and for god only knows why, the Ethiopian chick started rubbing in between his legs. He got excited and of course, in clear sight for me, he wipped out his cock. It wasn’t like he pulled it out a little, he fully unzipped and slightly pulled down his pants and presented his already hard cock….laughing and trying to get them to touch it more. I then drifted back to that not really being there feeling. I was at that moment being traumatized and I KNEW it. A bizarre and sickening feeling. God knows when the Ethiopian girl or the burnt out Brazilian woman first felt this way.
Finally they got his pants on and he left.
I had a customer that night, but he was an American on a business trip and just wanted to speak English to someone. I was not really sure how true that was, but thankfully he never tried anything funny.
Next, another Japanese man came in. He got the Ethiopian girl and now the French girl. Again, the drinks were flowing, the groping was hardcore, and he was getting wasted out of his mind, he was having trouble getting the rim of the glass to his mouth. This time, the Ethiopian girl took advantage of the situation, grabbing his wallet out of his pants and ‘buying’ them more bottles of wine. He ran out of money and the owner and the girls got him to go to his ATM to get more money. Not sure what happened when they were out, but when they all came back something had made the guy mad, and they had a conversation in the front hallway for 20 minutes. I didn’t understand what was being said, as it was all in Japanese. But apparently they were trying to make him happy.
Then…
I happened to look over…
To my left was a single stall bathroom. The door was open, I could see the owner and the customer standing in the bathroom together, the customer’s back was facing me. I wasn’t sure why they were in the bathroom together for a while…until I saw the Ethiopian girl stand up in front of him. She was facing me and I saw her wipe her mouth off with the back of her hand, a neutral, bored look on her face, nothing at all in her eyes.
Holy shit…is that what I think…did that just happen?
At this point I felt sick to my stomach and a bit light headed. The Japanese customer was now happy as ever and he left all smiles.
The owner walked past me, and must have noticed that I was sitting stiffly on the couch looking pale, and asked if I was okay while he chuckled a bit. I forced a smile and said I was fine.
Soon after, I made my way into the bathroom, everything moved in semi slow motion as I took in the scene, the moist and humid smell of piss and bodies, the alcohol, lingering vomit and I turned to look in the mirror, my reflection somebody else, someone I didn’t know. When I looked down to turn on the water in order to wash my hands my whole body froze in place. There was cum shot across the front edge of the sink. I blinked a few times, turned around and walked back to my sofa. I got the rest of my money that night and never went back.
The last hostess club I worked at.
After the place in Kabuki-cho I had already started working as an ALT part-time. So I was able to eventually move back into a private apartment in Asagaya. However, money was still really tight since it was just a part-time job. So I decided to give hostessing one last chance, as I knew that if you got into a nice, expensive club the circumstances were much better. So I got a job at a club in Ginza, and it was nice. The customers were mostly businessmen and the ‘no touching’ policy was actually followed for the most part.
There isn’t anything too exciting about this club, so I’ll keep it short.
This was the last club I worked at for a few reasons..
First, I realized I was walking around absolutely hating and despising any Japanese man who I saw, especially salarymen. Working in those conditions and seeing what I was seeing, even at the more upscale clubs, I couldn’t help this.
Second, I obviously don’t enjoy being talked down to like I’m some idiot and sex-object by a complete asshole, egocentric men.
Third, and the reason I got fired from this last place, I just can’t pretend that I am in love with, or want to have sex with these men. Which, even though you aren’t expected to have sex, is what this kind of job is really all about.
The illusion that young, beautiful women want old, ugly men.
I am now a full-time English teacher and I am training for a kickboxing fight in September. And even though I have a hard time with certain teachers I work with, or troubling classes, after writing this and remembering my experiences, I realize the job I have now is the-fucking-shit compared to being a hostess.
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Gaijinass 
Nice story Le Tigre!
btw: The name “Le Tigre”, I gave that. I give everyone call signs, and nobody has any say in them.
For her, It was either “Le Tigre” or “Mad Dog”, I thought she would prefer the former.
Yes, thank you for not choosing ‘mad dog.’ hahah.
I dont kno, Mad dog has a real RING to it…we can always change it later….
I’m moving to Japan to continue my studies in civil engineering at grad school and I’m glad to know now that I shouldn’t be a hostess as a side gig. Thanks for posting this!
nice of you to let me keep Kei… although it was probably because the 4 legged euphemism version of my blog would not be a known member of the animal kingdom…
hello .,
i keep reading that s you are a pro kick boxer..
i will in tokyo 2 months dec and jan,
probably around ogikubo.
i would like train in shooto,than i m looking for gym about.
by web i get many adress,but mostly gym look train only 2 days at week .i m looking for more days train-
have you any suggest about?
thank s a lot and escuse me for bad english-
andrea (male)
Hey. Well, I’m not sure about shooto gyms, but I train at 2 Muay Thai kickboxing gyms and they are both really good. One is in Chofu, a bit far away, but it’s my main gym called Janjira gym.
The other gym is in Ebisu and is well known, called Ihara gym.
The training at Janjira has classes 5/6 days a week and open training at other times. Ihara gym has no classes but business hours 6 days/week for open training, with coaches to hold pads.
Hope this helps, good luck 🙂
thank sa lot
Sounds like almost the exact same place I worked at for just one night. At the time I didn’t really know what being a hostess meant– and “kyabajou” are romanticized in TV dramas and such, so when I was asked by a Nigerian in Kabukichou to work for him I said “sure, I’ll give it a shot.” I only worked for one day, and I will never do it again unless I get to a point where I am so desperate I don’t have any dignity left in my body… foreign hostesses in that area are actually working at Pink Salons, which is a place that allows touching, lap dances, and will encourage blow jobs from hostesses if customers get unruly but willing to pay big bucks. I was also the only white girl (and also one of only two girls under 30…) and was popular with Japanese and other Asian customers, but I remember a man from Hong Kong trying to buy me in every sense of the phrase, and he ended up dropping well-over 800,000 yen that night because he was told by a Chinese hostess that I would sleep with him if he continued to pay. They threw me in a VIP room with him (a stall…) and demanded I gave him a BJ. I didn’t, and so they threw him out on his ass and locked the doors. I could handle a little groping, but oral sex was NOT going to happen. The owner then tried to keep me afterwards saying he wanted to talk about what happened– he ended up paying me an extra 15,000 yen for thirty more minutes, which he thought meant “sexy time”. I demanded he pay me for my time (I did not let him have sex with me) and for my day, took my 35,000 yen and left. They called me but I answered my phone in Japanese and since they couldn’t speak Japanese, they just assumed they got the wrong number. Pink salons are BAD BAD environments for foreign women for so many reasons. I did that when I was pretty young (22) and did it out of curiosity, but I never did it again. Since then I have felt pretty negatively about hostesses, kyabakura, pink salons, etc. Even if you don’t sleep with the guy, it’s all pretty much prostitution to some degree. It feels weird that I unknowingly became a whore for one night… even if I didn’t share bodily fluids with anyone, I was pressured into letting men grope me for money. I didn’t know that’s what the job entailed, and they don’t tell you until you are already an hour into the job, but still. I wish all these sex pubs would just disappear… men in Japan are way oversexed as it is.
Yeah right, tranny crack whore hookers on street corners all over the place like Miami or LA or Paris is worlds more desirable.
What part of my comment are you even responding to? Or are you just saying, in general, that because there are worse places out there that my experiences as well as Le Tigre’s experiences, since she shared basically the same incident, are nothing to be upset over? Because yes, you are right, I’m glad I’m not a tranny crack whore hooker in Miami… thanks for pointing that out, you put everything in perspective for me.
I found your entire comment annoying. In addition I think her situation was significantly different than yours. However, thanks for commenting.
At least you live up to your namesake. Since you find me so annoying, and I find you repulsive, you don’t have to worry about me posting or reading anything else connected to you here or on Cracked or anywhere else.
You’re a star Brooke. Keep Shining baby.
@Gaijinass
You seem like an ass and a typical “gaijin,” as well as being a little too obsessed with this storys comment section, since your troling just about every comment on here.
1. She has a right to express her opinion whether you like it or not
2. Get a fucking life
“Me”- thanks. Lovely comment. Some small points to consider- It’s my blog. Maintaining the comments is part of having a decent blog. Opinions are fine, I stated mine. Notice I didn’t delete the comments I found ridiculous because I agree with you about a right to be heard; say what you like; I will reply if I desire to do so. Finally, this post wouldn’t be here for you to be enamored with if not for the efforts of both Le Tigre and myself (not to mention Yosomono who whipped that graphic up!). So…from the whole Gaijinass family – you’re welcome.
I know I’m welcome, thanks. Also, if it wasn’t for Le Tigres’ story, then I wouldn’t have been “enamored” with anything here as you say.
This story was the only one that caught my attention. All the thanks goes to her. I also thank Brooke for what was another intersting and insightful reading regardless of the callous remarks made to her.
If you haven’t managed to find anything else that’s a shame. Allow me to recommend a guest post by “Kei” from Osaka.
GAYSIANS.
Witty with perspective and really well written. It might be your speed.
I found your experiences insightful into the life of a Kayabajo. While I’m pretty sure that Japanese hostesses get into better hostess clubs than foreigners, it’s still good to see what happens at the lowest rung of those type of clubs. Particularly because my girlfriend, who is Japanese has worked at several kyabakuro and while I was never 100% comfortable with it, I assumed I knew all that went on in these clubs. It’s good to get other’s experiences on the matter.
In my experience, the girls that work at nicer clubs, and some are very nice, are actually (not all but most) looking for a couple rich older fellas to date and of course, these girls get well taken care of. Nice apartments. Lots of Cash. Trips to Hawaii etc etc. I have known two that have dated famous members of the Yakuza and the material benefits were extravagant. Both worked at “Glove” in Roppongi, a “Japanese only” club that I have been to twice due to friends who pulled strings. It is a big place with tons of money floating around. I imagine that is what most clubs looked like during the Bubble in the late 80’s. Easy to understand the appeal.
Can you link any of your kickboxing matches?
you have to scroll down and find the two white girls fighting…they picked a god-awful first picture. hahah
but anyhow, here ya go
http://gbring.com/sokuho/result/result2010_01/0131_j-girls.htm
Are you the blonde or the brunette, and did you win the fight?
I am the blonde. And yes, I won =)
the face the brunette is making in one of the photos is hilarious, lol
Great post. I have had similar experiences as well, and reading your post brought back some of those old memories. Thank god we have better jobs now!
Thats strange that you said you was the ONLY WHITE GIRL THERE SO GOT REQUESTED OFF THE BAT…as im assuming you were in a western country and white women are sooo common here so i dont get what your idea was behind that statement. I work in london as a club hostess (im one of only two black girls) and we get requested the most…i drew in atleast £1,000+ and infact for that week, me and the only other black girl there were the ones making the money.. Wheras the rest were eastern european, with an english girl and a latina. then again, if you was in asia..then it would kinda make sense but i dont get where u were. I think men just like something different
Yeah, I was in Japan
haha. well said.
Because it certainly isn’t in the “Japan Posts” section of a blog with multiple contributors talking in multiple posts about not being a native to Japan.
Touche.
I shouldn’t have read this… life was all about rainbow and pink ponies, not knowing this kind of thing… T_T
Then you are the ONE that NEEDED to read this.
For all you ladies that say you aren’t a Whore. Let me ask you one simple question. Just exactly what is your definition of a Whore? Some girls fuck for money, some fuck for security, really now, what’s the fuckin’ difference?
I think that’s a ridiculous over simplification and if that is how life has brought you to frame marriage, this is all I could conclude from your comment, then it’s no wonder you have these opinions. To me, allowing some stranger to penetrate you do that you can buy a gucci bag or take a trip to Hawaii couldn’t possibly be more different than having sex with your life partner either for pleasure or to procreate. Worlds apart.
~Slow Clap~ Bravo … Bravo
Fucking crazy. I just watched one of your fights on TV (I’m in London,UK btw). And I searched you thinking where would a caucasian female with the surname Janjira be from??
It seems I got more than I bargained, and I’m glad I did so. As you have quite a remarkable story to tell.
Your story reminds me much of the movie Enter The Void.
Anyway, I do not really understand your relentless quench for sex?
Each to their own I guess.
Are you sure it was me? I just don’t know why they would show my fight in UK? That’s awesome though…can you link me to anywhere I could watch it? I have never seen my fights =(
Yes I’m positive it was you. How do you think I found this page?
I don’t mean to puzzle you further, but I live in UK and watched the fight randomly on a channel called FightBox which is actually a Polish channel. But I’m not Polish, I’m from Montenegro.
Therefore I cannot provide a link for you as it was on TV.
I’m frickin surprised you haven’t seen your own fights though??
Wouldn’t that be a good way to learn from your mistakes?
Anyway, what are you doing with yourself now? Still continuing kickboxing?
Hi there, I’m performing research on sexuality and commercialized affection in Japan. I’d like to find work as a hostess and was wondering if you might have recommendations for how I might go about it.
Can you fucking remove me from this thread.
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Sorry, I have no idea how to do that. Just block the address or something.
Btw. The unsubscribe doesn’t work and your unskilled well paid ass wasn’t subjected to nothing that hooters girls do.
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Preach on, brother.
Hello, thank you for this article and share this with all of us.
I write you because I research a good adress for work in hostess club but I don’t find and in the net it’s normal.
I find a foreign hostess club
At ginza but they say no because I have a student visa and it’s illegal but I need money and I think at kabukicho it’s possible to find a bar without visa no ?
Thank you in advance
In Ikebukuro I am sure you can find a place. Loads of clubs and all types.
Well, I think it all depends on how you see yourself or decide for yourself. I, like you, always push guys who try to touch me back. I never let custumers have any sexual experience with me. – I – decide what I am allowing them to do, I make the rules. I didn’t understand that the first months I was working in a non-Japanese kind of club but later I got to know how to work.
Everybody praises the traditional Japanese clubs but most of them are the biggest shit. You have a penalty for coming 10 minutes late as high as your hourly salary. Then you have to pay money JUST because you work there. Then you have to pay for some shitty hairset where some older lady pulls out your hair. Then if you’re sick or don’t say you are not coming 3 days in advance you have to pay a penalty!! On top of not being paid that day anyway. Daily payment is only possible if you follow rule 1 and 2 and whatever rules there is. There is a really strict dress code mostly and at some places you are not allowed to wear clear tights even. For me that’s almost as disgusting as being groped.
Seriously, I rather punch someone trying to touch me and tell him to fuck off and stop being an ass + all of what I think about his lame ass society (actually this helps me vent lol) than following all those stupid rules, getting all kinds of penalties and paying tons of fees and hearing those very old japanese men who want to show they are superior to women lafter their shitty work sing karaoke. on top of that badly. on top of that i can’t punch them and attack them back verbally. well, depends what you are looking for and your experience.
but also there are some clubs in ginza with less of those penalties and rules. just having to sit their being nice to jerks makes me aggressive.
My bud worked as a host in Tokyo. He claimed he had to avoid sex with women all the time. They wouldn’t pay as much constantly if he gave them the D. So it’s exactly like your story. From 4 years ago. Or whatever. Exactly.
You deserve to be deported. Kick boxer, eh? You’ll get kicked in the ass if you don’t shut the fuck up about your cringeworthy “exploits”. God, you make me horny though!
LeTigre is a stupid, worthless skank who needs to be deported from Japan. Along with Gaijinass. But wait, he’s actually in Ohio now and his whole blog is just one big piece-of-shit fantasy.
Hi! I just wanted to ask what club did you work for in ginza? Im planning to work there too!
Let’s give it a name. If you work in a hostess club, you a ho! I never understood the no touch rule anyways and will break it.
I remember getting into a tiff with an ex Jap re her stance that hostess are not prostitutes! I then asked, hold on a sec, would you do it? This was how I learnt that most poor Japs of uni age have been pimped one way or the other.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you 🙂
Sad but often true; Hostess clubs are the gateway drug to “escorting”.