Originally Posted by
Wayne
The remembered, the good and the bad at Ginza
It is midday, a WeChat booking - confirmed by text – standing in Goodlet Lane, ready to press a security buzzer, thoughts racing in my head.
I have known Wilson for nearly two decades. We connected when I answered an ad in a local newspaper. Wilson was a skinny bloke, hale fellow well met sort, ushering me into a Maroubra apartment living room, sectioned off by sheets hung as curtains. There was a faint smell of cat urine in the air. Wilson and I chatted about Chinese politics as we waited for one of the two Japanese girls, he had advertised, to become available.
There were words whispered in Chinese, the sheet curtain moved, and Suki’s face appeared. She asked me to follow, totally naked as we conducted our money transaction.
I became a regular at Tokyo Cats. I got into the habit of arriving early and sharing a coffee and a chinwag with Wilson, before meeting one of the girls. There were always two on; sometimes one was genuinely Japanese, but most were Chinese.
My favourite became Yoko, a young Okinawan with a striking resemblance to Zhang Ziyi. We became friends. She confided that the Chinese girls understood Japanese were more popular, so they pretended. It didn’t make much difference to the Aussie customers. Yoko praised Wilson’s business acumen and told me how well he treated his workers.
Wilson had another apartment in the city. Soon, he had others scattered around the suburbs. All operating on the same model: discrete, silent entry, bookings essential, two girls on, one young student, one older worker. Everything on offer from one or the other.
Then, it all closed down. Yoko sent me photos posing in New York. Suki messaged me that she was setting up as a private at triple the old rate. No word from Wilson.
Then I saw the ads for Ginza in Surry Hills, at double the price I used to pay at Tokyo Cats. I did not want to go. It was not just about the hike in prices. I realised that the allure of Tokyo Cats was as much about the forbidden as the service. I watched as Ginza became Sydney’s number one brothel. It took me nearly 15 years before I first stood in Goodlet Lane, ready to press that buzzer.
Roy, a blond Chinaman, greeted me, asked for payment and directed me to room 2. A tall, slim young woman introduced herself as Himari from Osaka. Exactly as she had been photographed. I was smitten. Attentive, caring and passionate. The best session I have had with a sex worker in years. I returned the next day. Roy asked me, as I was leaving, what rating I would give Himari. I had no hesitation in saying 10/10. I was hooked.
Himari returned to her studies in Japan. Sarah caught my eye on the Ginza website. I booked. This time the process was not as smooth. There was a disagreement between the two on the desk about Sarah’s hourly rate. I handed over $300 and was directed into a waiting room. Three other blokes fiddled with their phones. Ten minutes later I heard a faint intercom voice telling me to go upstairs to room nine.
A short, dumpy woman opened the door. In kind light she vaguely resembled the photograph of Sarah on the website. But you would have to be imaginative. There was an uneasiness in the room. I tried to soften it by moving to hug Sarah.
After a tense few seconds she pushed me away and motioned for me to sit down on the bed. A full 5 minutes of questioning from her was only broken when I got up, removed my clothes and had a shower. Sarah fluffed around and eventually joined me in the shower. I got tired of the soaping and rinsing, got out of the shower, dried myself and waited on the bed. I noticed the clock had moved to half past 12.
I had been in the room for 20 minutes already and Sarah was still drying herself. She finally laid back like a stunned fish and I awkwardly attempted to get some energy into the encounter. Sarah asked how much I would tip for extras. I was confused, so she got her phone and punched in $300. I declined.
We eventually had a couple of minutes of unpleasant sex. I showered and left. Roy asked me as I was leaving my rating. I don’t like to criticise working girls because I think their job is horrible, so I said 6/10. When really, it was more like a 1.
Roy apologised. Then later texted me with an offer for a discount with my next appointment. I appreciate his professionalism.
It is a punt at a brothel. Ginza has some stunning women, but it also has its time wasting scammers.