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nking with the customers, with a counter, 3 boxes and a karaoke room.
Yes, I worked there on weekends from 2011 to 2013. I had no prior experience in this kind of job and was the only foreigner there, but probably because the mama was a friend of a friend of mine, and a male (gay) friend was working as « boy » there at the beginning, she accepted to hire me.
The place was open from 8pm to 1am. We had a time card and were payed exactly for the time worked. (I was paid ¥2000 / hour). Sometimes, when the place was not busy, the mama would ask some girls to leave earlier.
We had to wear dresses. But we could choose to wear our own casual dresses or real hostess dresses from the bar's closet. For some special occasions, like the bar anniversary, we had to wear the hostess dresses (or kimonos). To me it felt like being disguised for a carnival ! And sometimes we also had to wear a yukata (during Tokasan matsuri in June).
We could choose a nickname or use our real name. I found it fun to choose a nickname so that’s what I did. I chose Lily. And the mama printed business cards with my name on it. We had to give our business card to every new customer.
Now what was the job like exactly ?
When new customers would come in we had to say « Irrasshaimase! » loudly. The mama would call some girls. The number of girls depended on the number of customers, and she would choose the girls who were available at that moment, those who were already familiar with them, those whom she thought would suit the customers’ tastes (conversation skills, personality, age, physical traits maybe). Sometimes she would swap girls from one table to another. The mama was also spending a little bit of time with each group of customers.
If there were enough girls available, other girls would prepare the table : with coasters, glasses, ice cubes, and charms (little plates with snacks), take the customers jackets and suitcases, and give them a hot oshibori (wet towel). Once seated at the table, we would serve them drinks, light their cigarettes, remove the mist on their glasses regularly, change the ashtrays once there were more than a specific number of cigarette butts in it, and talk with them, sing with them if we were in the karaoke. We could accept their drinks or even ask for it, and when saying kampai we had to take our glass with two hands, lean our glasses lower than theirs and say « itadakimasu! ». We were not allowed to smoke in front of the customers, and not allowed to cross our legs. We also had to be careful our back is straight.
When girls were not busy, some would stay in the small kitchen and bring drinks, wash and wipe the glasses, prepare charms, call the food, beverage, cigarette delivery when customers had specific requests: like fresh fruits for example. Some would call regular customers. Some would go to dinner with them before the night (that's called « dohan », and I’m happy I've never been asked to do that, nor to come earlier to clean the place, gaijin privilege or just because she knew I was working on daytime too ? I don't know).
When customers would leave the place, some girls and the mama would accompany them until the front of the building and we would have to bow until they're out of our sight.
What kind of customers ?
Mostly salarymen, sometimes construction workers, big bosses, from their twenties to more than 80! And more surprisingly, sometimes we would have big groups of Buddhist monks! And they were absolutely not the most well-behaved. They would always try to touch the girls' butts. I even once witnessed one putting his pants on his ankles, putting a inari-zushi on the tip of his… you know, and ask cheerfully « Who wants to eat an inari-zushi on the stick ? ».
Yeah, even if it has been fun a few times and I have had some good conversations and laughs, most of these conversations were really depressing, infuriating, and vulgar. That was the period of my life in Japan I hated Japanese and men the most because of these conversations full of sexism, and prejudices about girls, foreign countries and foreigners.
I was always asked the same questions full of biases and misconceptions. (Now I don't work their anymore, everything's OK. I go out a lot, know a lot of people and meet a lot of others, and I rarely find these kinds of people in Japan).
You probably wonder how the customers behaved with us ?
Some girls didn't mind the customers touching their legs, or acting sexy and flirty, but it was not an obligation at all. I've never let any customer touch me. Sometimes they wanted us to put food in their mouth, or they wanted to put it in ours. I've never really understood what was the symbolism of this gesture and why they loved that so much but the girls and the customers were often doing that.
What kind of girls worked there ?
Pretty cool girls actually (we were all getting along very well, and with the mama who is only 1 year older than me too), mostly in their 30's (except one or two in their 20's) and mostly selected because they were fun and had good conversation skills, not specially beautiful, two of them were a little chubby. I've heard many customers saying they liked this place for the good conversations they could have. Only one, the youngest one, 19y.o at the time, was wearing the hostess dress and had an hostess hair-cut, and behaved a bit like a burikko (cute but not very clever attitude).
Some were working full-time, but most had a regular job beside. One, who still works there, was lying to her husband, pretending she was working in an izakya. One of my very good friends, who is yoga instructor and owner of her own yoga studio, would work their sometimes too.
I used to work one Friday and Saturday the first year, and only on Friday the second year, as I started to hate it so much and I was really happy to quit when I found a new job with a better pay. (Actually I didn’t only do it to earn more money, but because I thought h

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(Popularity Rate: 28 ) When and why did the hawaiian hula (bobble) dolls start? I feel like their really common as props in movies but I've rarely seen them in real life.

983 there was a series on TV called Quincy M.E. where medical examiner Dr. R. Quincy (played by Jack Klugman) in the Los Angeles Coroner’s Office solved crimes using his extensive scientific expertise, kind of a precursor to (and model for) the later series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.
Quincy had a lab (run by his trusty lab tech Sam Fujiyama played by Robert Ito) equipped with a comprehensive array of advanced scientific equipment. But rather than having a collection of “sciency-looking” props and going through the motions of using them to gather clues, these were ALL THE REAL THING, i.e. fully functional, expensive, high tech instruments, and actually used correctly during the show.
To accomplish all this, they hired an actual forensics technician from the Los Angeles County Coroner’s Office with a scientific masters degree, Marc Scott Taylor, as a technical advisor to run and maintain all the complicated instrumentation on set.
Then, in 1978 during the third season, Robert Ito was unavailable for some reason to play Sam so they brought Marc in as a replacement to perform the on-screen analyses. From then on, he had a recurring role as Mark the lab tech along side Sam for the rest of the series.
Now that’s dedication to realism!
Oh, but there’s more!
As chemistry graduate students at the time, our entire lab couldn’t wait to watch each week and see what new mystery would be realistically solved in the lab by Quincy and Sam. As an example of the show’s realistic Piper Dolluse of actual working instrumentation, in Season 3-Episode 20 (“Requiem for the Living,” 1978), a dying crime boss holds Quincy and Sam hostage to force them to find out how he was poisoned. They determine that someone injected a small amount of the super toxic chemical, nickel carbonyl, under the door of his apartment thinking that they had committed the perfect crime since nickel carbonyl is unstable and leaves little trace after some time. It shows them using an atomic absorption spectrometer to detect the nickel and an infrared spectrometer to detect the stretching vibrations of the carbonyl groups.
But the absolute, MOST MIND-BENDING EXAMPLE of scientific uber-realism, has to be in Season 5-Episode 1 (“No Way to Treat a Flower,” 1979) where Quincy has to figure out why people who are smoking pot from a particular dealer are dying. It turns out that the person growing the marijuana had been treating the plants with colchicine, a chemical that acts as a super growth enhancer. Colchicine was used during World War II to make industrial hemp plants, a variety of cannabis sativa that produces little to no THC, grow faster to make more rope for the war effort. It also works on the THC-producing variety but, in the show, the colchicine remaining in the pot was lethal. They isolated a small amount and identified it using a nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR) spectrometer which works on the same principle as a magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) machine.
Now, it just so happened that one of the students in our lab at the time was working on a new synthetic organic chemistry method to make chemical ring systems similar to the ones in colchicine and he was using it repeatedly to actually synthesize colchicine as a test of its synthetic effectiveness and therefore had seen the NMR spectrum so many times that he knew it like the back of his hand. As they slowly printed homemade sex doll out the spectrum, he was commenting on the signals he was seeing, saying, “Oh, that’s interesting. Those look like the methoxy groups on the A-ring and C-ring. Wait a minute! Is that the methyl peak for the acetyl group??!? And…and that’s…OH…MY…GOD! That’s the real compound!”
Someone, probably Marc, with approval of the producer, had gone to the incredible trouble of obtaining an actual sample of colchicine for the show despite the fact that 99.9999% of the viewers wouldn’t have a clue what they were seeing.
Now THAT’S dedication to scientific authenticity!! I doubt we’ll ever see that level of realism on a show again.
EDIT: My thanks to Glen Dudek for bringing to my attention the article about how Quincy, M.E., and Jack Klugman personally, change

(Popularity Rate: 42 ) Are some people better off alone? both romantically and platonically?

them being here, I don’t mind them being gone.
It depends on how you mean this question, so I will answer two ways.
These are people that chose to be alone because it is what they want, but in your question details you are not speaking about them being on their own, you are speaking about them being outcast from society. Not the wording chosen I notice and likely for a good reason, but that is what you are implying.
Just because someone is difficult doesn’t mean that they are better off shut away somewhere of cast out. I just used this example in a previous answer, but it is fitting to reuse it now.
Blanche Monnier was a woman that fell in love with her neighbor. Her mother did not approve because she felt that the low earning lawyer was not worthy of her daughter and forbade the relationship. Blanche ignored her mother and chose the man she loved. Difficult to be sure, no one likes disobedient children.
So her mother locked Blanche up in her room for twenty-five years to force her to change her mind, and not deal with her until she did. In the meantime, the lawyer died, but her mother did not let Blanche out. Had it not been for someone reporting that they suspected that the missing Monnier girl was imprisoned in the house, she would have died there, locked away from everyone, because she was difficult and her mother didn’t want to deal with her.
The Miserable Imprisonment of Blanche Monnier
Just because you don’t like how a person is, doesn’t mean they have lost their basic human rights to be treated with dignity and respect. Unless they have committed a crime or are dangerous to themselves or others, they have every single right you do. If you wouldn’t care to be cast out because they don’t like how you are, then don’t wish it on others.
However, if you are asking if because YOU have difficulty with others, would it be better for others if you removed yourself and went away on your own, difficulty for who exactly. Lots of people want to hang me up by my toenails and beat me with sticks because I am a psychopath. I haven’t done anything to them, they just don’t like the fact we exist. However, I have people I get on with great. If you are worried about other people’s reaction to you, forget it. If they don’t like you, nuts to them. They don’t have to, someone else will like you for exactly who you are.
There are different types of people in this world and it takes all of them to keep the world interesting. Don’t get on with this group? There’s plenty more to try. If you are having difficulties in maintaining relationships, there are things you can do for help improving those aspects of your life. If you need it, seek that help, find people that get you, live a happy life. Just because you feel like you have a bad effect on people doesn’t mean that’s how they see it. They

(Popularity Rate: 36 ) Do women find it sexy when men use sex toys?

an event. I had no idea how old she was, but I could tell she was younger. I could also tell she was into me, so I got her number. We texted for a bit, and went out a few nights later.
I was still unsure, and taking it slow. Like I said, I find younger girls attractive, but I feel like I’m extra cautious with them, never wanting to rush or pressure them into having sex. So I’m mostly just getting to know her at this point.
We were in this building, walking around looking for something, and kind of lost. She’s standing in front of me and we have this really intense eye contact, and the spark between us is obvious. We start kissing, and it’s incredibly passionate.
We get back to my car and sit and talk for a while, and kiss a few more times. It’s getting intense. I’m kissing her neck, and we’re starting to touch each other and let our hands explore. I’m starting to get hard. Eventually her hand finds it. She reaches in my pants to hold it and stroke it while she’s kissing me.
She puts her face in my lap and starts unbuttoning and unzipping my pants and gets my dick out, and starts sucking it like my cum is going to be her last meal. It’s literally the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I normally struggle to cum from getting sucked, and she had me exploding in her mouth in like 20 seconds.
I’m in the driver seat, and she’s in the passenger seat, sort of laying across the car with her face in my lap. She’s wearing black leggings and has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, and it’s sticking up begging for my attention. She had just swallowed what had to have been a huge load of my cum.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes”
“You’re a very bad little girl.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I reached over and gave it a smack. She moaned and arched her back to stick it out even more. I gave it another dozen or so smacks, each harder than the next. I reach between her legs and she’s soaked.
“You seem to be enjoying this. Pull your pants down, young lady.” She obediently complies.
Her ass is already a nice shade of red with very distinct handprints on it. She’s wearing a thong. I slip a finger under it and inside her and she sounds like she’s about to cum.
“Hooking up with random strangers in parking lots could get you in a lot of trouble,” as I give her another smack on her bare bottom as hard as I can, followed by probably another 20 more.
I’m already getting hard again. I direct it into her mouth, and continue trying to see exactly how red I can make her ass. She’s sucking even more enthusiastically than the last time. Her ass is starting to turn a reddish purple. I grab her by the hair and make her take it all the way in. It makes her gag, but I hold it there. ”I’m going to spank your bare bottom until you take care of this,” and let her come up for air.
She hardly takes a breath and immediately gets to work. I still don’t know how old she is, but definitely too young to be this good at sucking dick. I’ve met 40 year olds that didn’t come close. I keep my promise, and get back to work on her now bruised ass. I want her to feel this tomorrow.
It maybe takes a minute this time before I’m once again feeding her. With the sounds coming out of her by now, I would swear she’s already cum about 6 times. She has to be ready to explode.
I slip my finger back into her panties. I can literally feel her dripping. She gasps for air and her body convulses as I run across her clit. I rub it across her pussy and let it slide in slightly, then back to her ass, applying the slightest pressure as she arches her back into it as if to say “yes, fuck my ass.”
I start massaging her clit and she’s cumming within seconds. I slide my thumb into her and fuck her with it as I increase the pressure on her clit. She sounds like she’s having a seizure. I end up with my thumb in her ass, a finger in her pussy, and another finger rubbing her clit, and I’m basically pounding her senseless with my hand. I reach over with my other hand to smack her bruised ass a few times. I don’t stop until she’s too exhausted to make another sound, and just laying there sort of silently spasming. I just play with her hair and let her rest. Eventually she regains consciousness, we say our goodbyes, and I take her home.
She comes over the next day. Same leggings, which I don’t waste any time pulling down as I get her over my knee. Her butt is very colorful and sore, but the first smack across it tells me she hasn’t learned her lesson. She’s getting the belt this time. I bend her over the edge of the bed and make sure she feels it. “You were a very bad girl last night.” The heavy leather landing across her already bruised bare bottom isn’t quite the same pleasurable experience. But she takes it like a good girl.
I still haven’t tasted this girl yet. As soon as my tongue is under her I realize she’s already dripping. She arches her back to give my tongue easier access from behind, starting with her clit. I already know she’s getting her ass fucked, so I give it plenty of attention.
Now I need to be inside her. She’s already bent over the bed, so I slide into her from behind. Her perfect ass feels incredible pressed up against me. I grab a handful of her hair and start pounding her. She’s already cumming.
i put her on her back and once again put my tongue to work on her clit as I work a finger into her ass. She’s cumming again. I hold her down and keep going harder and faster until she cums a few more times. I love how this girl’s body responds to me.
I lay down on my back, and her mouth doesn’t wait for an invitation to get back to work trying to drain me. But she doesn’t get to taste me this time. I want it in her perfect ass.
I have her come up and ride me. This feels indescribably good. She’s so wet, and her body is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I squeeze her bruised ass as I thrust every inch of me into her and she cums again. I start thrusting and make her bounce on it and hold her in basically a two minute long orgasm while I pound her with a thumb rubbing her clit.
She collapses onto me. I play with her hair and hold her. We kiss for a minute. But I’m not done with her just yet. “Are you ready to get your ass fucked baby? as I squeeze it.
“I’ve never done that”
”That’s ok princess. Just lay down.”
The sight of her perfect ass sticking up waiting for me is almost too much. I start with my tongue, thinking about how amazing this is going to feel while I’m licking it. I reach under her to rub her clit. She’s arching her back, almost begging for it. I start to gently work the tip in. I’m already struggling to hold back. I could explode. But not yet. I want to enjoy this for a while first.
After a few minutes she says it’s starting to hurt. I lay down and have her ride me in her ass so she can be in control, hoping it would feel better. She likes it rough, but I don’t want to hurt her. Not like this. Not yet, at least. She’s doing it perfectly. It’s amazing. After a few minutes she says it hurts and jumps off, but immediately goes down and takes me in her mouth to finish me. Wow. From anal virgin to ass-to-mouth in under five minutes.
She calls me the next day and asks me to pick her up from school. Apparently her car is being fixed or something. There are a lot of colleges in the area, so I ask her which school she goes to. This had already been some of the hottest sex of my life, but her answer takes it to an entirely new level when she give me the name of the local high school. She knows I’m pushing 40 and she’s been letting me fuck her brains out. And it’s not even the end of the school day — she’s calling me to cut class.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in? I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
The things we did were already beyond hot. But there aren’t even words to describe watching a high school girl pull down her panties and bend over your knee to get her bare bottom spanked. Especially when some part of you feel like she actually needs it. Though it doesn’t come close to watching her ride your dick.
We laid in bed and talked for a while. I liked her. And suddenly wanted to know everything about her. She told me about her life, her dreams, her goals. She was actually a pretty incredible girl, and I would be lying I said some part of me wasn’t falling for her. But I knew we couldn’t keep doing this.
We met up one other time. I picked her up somewhere that some of both of our friends happened to be. We sat in my car outside and talked for a bit. I wasn’t planning to do anything with her again, but before I know it she’s on top of me riding me. Shes as amazing as ever. I love the way her body responds to me. The slightest touch makes her sound like she’s going to cum, and it’s nearly effortless to actually get her there. She’s in the middle of her homemade sex doll third orgasm as I’m starting to cum, and I look out my window — one of my friends (a girl that had been showing interest in dating me lately) tha


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