“Fifteen years ago, I had a part-time job delivering obento box lunches to a soapland. One thing I noticed was a girl wrapped in a yellow bath towel who was always seated in the corner of one of the private massage rooms.
“She herself never ordered a meal, but when I made my deliveries, she would always be there, wrapped in the same towel and sitting in the same position. One day I asked about her to another lady who was working in the soapland.
“‘Say what? That room isn’t in use by anyone…’ she told me. Could it have been my imagination playing tricks?”
The above is one of seven scary stories involving the sex business Jitsuwa Taiho introduces in its October issue. Here’s another.
“A friend told me he had called a deri heru, or delivery health, service to dispatch a girl to service him at his home. She turned out to be quite attractive and attentive, and best of all, she was willing to go all the way.
“‘Today’s one of my safe days, so you needn’t worry about wearing a condom,’ she reassured him, pulling him atop her. After he paid and she departed, he flopped into bed exhausted and slept soundly until the next morning.
“When he arose and headed for the shower, he saw something scrawled in red lipstick on the mirror of his medicine cabinet. Rubbing his eyes, he made out the awkwardly worded English, which read, ‘Welcome AIDS world!!’
“He telephoned the delivery health shop in a big panic, only to be informed, ‘Sorry sir, but that employee tendered her resignation as of yesterday!'”
“My friend’s absolutely terrified, but can’t bring himself to go get a blood test!”
And finally, “About 10 years ago, I used to patronize a seedy Chinese massage parlor in Tokyo’s Otsuka district about once a week. This girl working there didn’t have much in the way of lip technique, but she managed to get me erect, slipped on a condom and we began banging away.
“She had previously sobbed to me, ‘Since I’m here on a student visa I’m not allowed to work legally, so in another year I’ll have to return to China.’ But then while we were having sex, the condom tore.
“‘Oh no,’ she said, starting to weep piteously. ‘This day’s not safe for me.’ Then suddenly, her countenance took on an evil expression and she said to me, ‘Will you take responsibility for what you’ve done?’ Please hire me to work at your company, personnel manager XXX of Company A!’ I then realized that she had got hold of one of my business cards!” (K.S.)
Source: “Shiranai uchi ni rei to 3P shichatta!!” Jitsuwa Taiho (Oct., page 88)