“From long ago I’ve had women beckon to me, parting their legs and inviting, ‘How about one for the road?'” veteran taxi owner-driver Sugishita (a pseudonym) tells Shukan Jitsuwa (March 5). “But recently, the type of women who attempt this have changed. Before they were usually inebriated hostesses, or young gals returning home from a night at the disco without any funds.”
From about six months ago, says Sugishita, such scenarios began happening with “very ordinary” office lady types.
“I suppose it’s because of the recession, and there are more OLs who are broke,” he says.
In January of this year, the 45-year-old Sugishita was invited to a lady’s boudoir in Kameido. The time was around 4:00 a.m.
“She’d lost her wallet, ID, everything,” he relates. “I advised her to report it at the police box and she said, ‘If my section head ever found out, I’d get fired!'”
She told him she had money in her one-room manshon to pay the 5,600 yen on the meter so he followed her up. The place was a shambles, and after she made a spurious show of hunting for cash she shrugged and began peeling off her garments.
“Ordinarily I’d stop them, but she had enormous knockers,” chuckles Sugishita. “She said, ‘Let’s work out a deal’ and two hours — and two humps — later, she told him, ‘You’d better leave, I gotta start getting ready for work.'”
Sugishita expresses his unreserved admiration at the fortitude of today’s career women, who can drink until late, engage in sex, and then head back to the office.
Shukan Jitsuwa then relates how Sendai — a city highly reputed for its deri heru (outcall sex services) — is feeling the effects of the business downturn.
“About five or six years ago, in response to complaints by residents, police went after the posters of those pink chirashi plastered over public phone booths and so on, and the deri heru business plummeted,” says a reporter of “pink” news, who adds that Sendai is probably home to more of such businesses than any city in Japan.
Mr. Ohori, a 36-year-old Sendai cabbie, says he was often told by sex workers that these days business is slow and the once-generous tips bestowed by grateful customers had completely dried up.
One frigid night, an attractive female passenger murmured to him, “It’s about 2,000 yen to my place. I don’t wanna pay it.”
“I looked in my rear view mirror and her miniskirt was hiked up and she was showing me an unobstructed view of her crotch,” Ohori recalls. “I pleaded, ‘Please ma’m, I don’t want any trouble.’ She giggled and pulled out a vibrator from her handbag and began rubbing herself down there. ‘My customers loooove to do this,’ she moans. I’d turned on the overhead light and could see she’d inserted it to the hilt. There was moisture glistening on its surface.”
Amazingly, the woman paid him anyway. As big snowflakes fluttered down, he watched, his jaw still slack with astonishment, as she faded off into the darkness.
“Maybe she just wanted to turn somebody on,” Ohori smiles. “In any case, I could have wound up in a lot of trouble.”
Source: “Fukyo de kyuzo! Ko-taku wo nerau zeni nashi OL sekkusu josha,” Shukan Jitsuwa (Mar. 5, page 212)