Service and/or Provider's Name:
Rua @ Stylish Yokohama
Date of Encounter:
April 20, 2018
Contact Method:
https://www.cityheaven.net/kanagawa/A1401/A140103/y-stylish/girlid-13892879/diary/#menus
Appointment Length & Costs:
40 minutes ¥12,000; rental room (LH is too generous a term) ¥2000
Type/Location:
Take her from the shop to the rental room around the corner
Language Notes:
Japanese throughout
Details of the Encounter:
Walking back to my car at 11:30 pm along the FH street near Hinodecho Station, I was surprised to find several shops still open, and even more surprised to be hailed by an unfamiliar tout towards an unfamiliar shop. It didn’t even have a sign up with a name, just the "spread hands 18" sign and no less than three touts who seemed unusually eager to get an old foreign devil into their lobby. The shops in this area are all reputable, even the ones that come and go faster than radioactive isotopes, so I wasn’t put off by their eagerness, just amused and intrigued.
My next surprise was when they laid out not the usual one photo of a chubby girl but four girls representing their whole inventory, all of them under 21 and all of them gorgeous. Three were typical dark-haired young spinners, but a fourth — Rua — was a standout with her cropped bleach blonde hair, long lashes, tan skin and anime eye contacts. A real club gyaru type, which are rarely on offer to the likes of me. These guys were practically pushing her on me, and completely without a gaijin tax; in fact, they were willing to waive the nomination charge if I was willing to wait an hour in their rather large shop waiting room.
With a long drive home followed by a long Saturday at work in front of me, I hemmed and hawed for a full five minutes while they plied me with encouragement about how her BJs were well worth having a shitty day tomorrow for, and other superlative claims about her beauty, skill, personality and popularity. None of the other girls, who were not her equal if you’re looking for Rua’s style, we’re going to be available any sooner, so I finally capitulated for an hour wait and a 40-minute play at which announcement all three of the handsome young men heaved a huge sigh of success and thanked me profusely. The whole thing, I must say, was unique to the point of being suspicious, but in two decades of mongering in this area, I’d had some so-so experiences but only been what I would call “had” once, and that was just a girl who obviously overestimated my drunkenness and set her 40 minute timer for about 10 minutes then wanted to pimp me for an extension. That was also late at night, many many years ago, but it wasn’t from a shop, I got her from a wandering street tout plying my his wares after all the proper shops had closed. So I fairly deserved it. Meanwhile, this shop was treating me like a king. They handed me a laminated card about the size of a Galaxy Tab which had the shop name on it and a QR code (that led to the link above) and a big number 6 in a circle — my waiting customer number — then showed me to the sizable room in which I would pass the next hour on a lumpy black couch that didn’t even make a concerted pretense at being leather or comfortable. The man then went to the large drink vending machine in the room and asked what I would like to drink. I chose water, and he cheerfully handed it to me and then indicated the bookshelves lined with the typical manga and outdated manzoku shop catalogues one typically finds in the waiting rooms of these places.
So far, as these things go, so good.
Will Rua prove to be a scam or a bonafide home run? Well, as I write this question, I still don’t know. I’m writing this first section to pass the time while I sit in the waiting room with another 10-20 minutes to go, with a loud TV playing some Japanese drama show while three other guys sit in here filling the room with noxious cigarette smoke. So, we’ll find out together, howboudah?
I fell asleep for about 10 minutes after writing the above, on the none-too-comfortable, black waiting room couch. I awoke to find the other customers gone and for a moment I panicked thinking I had perhaps been locked into a now-closed health shop, where I would have to either call for help on my cell phone or else subsist on smoke-yellowed pages torn from three-year-old manga while waiting for the tencho to some day come back to harvest my organs.
Seconds later, as if summoned by my recent wakefulness, the handsome young tout who had so kindly bought me the bottle of water opened the waiting room door, peered in respectfully and cheerfully called out, “rokuban… rokuban no okyakusama… number 6!” I fought back the urge to shout back at him, “I am not a number, I am a free man!” and instead stood stiffly and hobbled out the door to follow him out of the shop -- ducking under the halfway lowered metal blinds -- into the street where presumably I was awaited by either Rua or a small group of chimpira with baseball bats and golf clubs.
Fortunately, it was Rua.
And she was lovely. She looked, minus a bit of the over-the-top makeup, just like her photos. They are 100% accurate and real, with one little deception I’ll mention in a moment. I was expecting any gyaru who looked like those photos to be a bit haughty, stuck-up, and bitchy. But upon seeing me, Rua broke into a big smile (she has amazingly white, capped teeth) and let out a loud “HI!” so authentically American sounding that I stammered, “Eh… ‘HI’ to iutta no, ima?” which became the first time of many I got her to laugh. In the short walk to the rental rooms (a place I know all too well from decades of mongering in this area, a run-down flophouse called Senga that is about like “Rooms” near Lovely Hand in Kabukicho), we were already laughing and talking way too loudly like old friends. She mentioned at this point that she sees a lot of foreigners but none of them speak any Japanese at all, so she was thrilled with the opportunity to carry on a conversation
We popped our shoes off and put them in the box in the lobby, then put on slippers worn by who-knows-how-many prior couples, young and old, on their way to take the form of the beast with two backs. I dropped off ¥2000 at the window and Rua grabbed a key and said “third floor” and I groaned because the stairs in this place are steep.
Up in the room, our chatter continued and she seemed to be having so much fun talking with me that I started to wonder if we were really going to take our clothes off, or if this was going to be just a talking date. I finally took the initiative by disrobing and she quickly did the same.
The first thing I noticed about her was that she was tan all over without a single variation in skin tone. Just like her insanely straight, white teeth, she had clearly put some money and effort into her tanning. The next thing I noticed was that she had a lot more baby fat on her than I had imagined, and also that her pussoidal area was completely smooth like it had been lasered recently enough to have not grown back at all, but long enough ago so there weren’t any bumps. Or perhaps she does electrolysis? Anyway, she looked great naked, just a bit thicker than I expected.
And I’m also telling you a falsehood, just like the pictures on the website, I’m airbrushing over one piece of information: the first thing I really noticed about her, which is the first thing you’d probably notice about her if the photos hadn’t been carefully posed and skillfully retouched.
Rua is covered in tattoos. There is script on her right arm, script and a butterfly over her left breast, more script down her left arm, and her back is completely framed by an odd, delicate chain tattoo the point of which I just couldn’t wrap my head around. She also has more script and butterflies on her back. There isn’t a speck of color in any of them, they are all black ink. I can’t say they are a positive addition to her appearance; I think she’d look much better without them. But I quickly got used to them because I like her — she’s hard not to like, so damn bubbly and loud and gregarious and easy to make laugh — and the tats are just part of her, so I came to like them in that way.
We made our way finally to the shower where I continued to clown around for her amusement, and she rewarded me with a lot of genuine laughter which always feels good.
After the shower, we made our way to the bed and I started in gently on her nipples (which are more of the nosecone kind) and she sighed a bit and for once we got quiet and then she moved down into position and announced that she was going to lick me and I, well I didn’t refuse gentlemen, I said whatever makes you happy, my dear, and she went to work and… well, let’s just say that the tout had not lied when he said it was worth being miserable the next day for. She was damn good at her primary job, in an enthusiastic as well as skilled way, with also lots of sexy eye contact and noise. She also kept at it for quite a while after I had sent my clueless seedlings on a suicide errand into the wrong hole for their intended purpose. I found that quite appealing as well. It's always a little unsettling when you finish and they leap for the tissue and spit like an American getting their first taste of nattoh. After tissue and spit time, there were seven minutes left, which she cheerfully declared the perfect amount of time to take a shower, if I wanted, and I did, so we did. You may notice that I didn’t DATY. She didn’t really put herself physically into a position to offer it per se, and I didn’t initiate it because my germ concerns are starting to creep back into my mind as I run out of time to get tested at that nearby clinic before leaving the country on my annual sojourn. I think she would have let me…? I can’t imagine a FH girl saying no, least of all her, but again, I just didn’t really want to this time. Maybe next time.
And I do hope there will be a next time. She was a really fun person, very pretty, very outgoing, very pleasant, while still being good at her job. She even apologized for me waiting so long for her — I told her as a compliment, saying how popular she is and how willing I was to wait, but she still said it was terrible I had to wait so long. She pointed out that I had waited 50% longer than I got to play (60 minutes wait for a 40 minute play) and of course suggested I play longer next time — and hopefully wait less. Though now that you heathens know about her, I suppose the line will be longer than ever.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, Will Repeat.
Closing Comments:
Rua was a jackpot for sure. I wasn’t crazy about the tattoos and was a little surprised by her not being super thin (and she even toned down the gyaru makeup this night and asked me how I liked it), but these things didn’t sully the experience because she has a face I find positively captivating and she is just so friendly and fun. The shop was the most welcoming I’ve ever been in, and I even gave Zippos and Godiva to the guys working the door and front desk at Heart and Heart, so they treat me pretty damn good there — and this place was still probably nicer to me. And to cap it all off, Rua even wrote the below about me on her blog, which I’m pretty sure marks the first time any girl has ever written anything about me anywhere… even on the bathroom stall.
USA❤️のお客さん！！
日本語ぺっらぺら～終始爆笑
笑いが止まらなかった
一時間も持ってくれてて感激✨✨✨✨
優しいありがとうー☺️
また、ルアーに会いに来てね
待ってるからねーん
Rua @ Stylish Yokohama
Date of Encounter:
April 20, 2018
Contact Method:
https://www.cityheaven.net/kanagawa/A1401/A140103/y-stylish/girlid-13892879/diary/#menus
Appointment Length & Costs:
40 minutes ¥12,000; rental room (LH is too generous a term) ¥2000
Type/Location:
Take her from the shop to the rental room around the corner
Language Notes:
Japanese throughout
Details of the Encounter:
Walking back to my car at 11:30 pm along the FH street near Hinodecho Station, I was surprised to find several shops still open, and even more surprised to be hailed by an unfamiliar tout towards an unfamiliar shop. It didn’t even have a sign up with a name, just the "spread hands 18" sign and no less than three touts who seemed unusually eager to get an old foreign devil into their lobby. The shops in this area are all reputable, even the ones that come and go faster than radioactive isotopes, so I wasn’t put off by their eagerness, just amused and intrigued.
My next surprise was when they laid out not the usual one photo of a chubby girl but four girls representing their whole inventory, all of them under 21 and all of them gorgeous. Three were typical dark-haired young spinners, but a fourth — Rua — was a standout with her cropped bleach blonde hair, long lashes, tan skin and anime eye contacts. A real club gyaru type, which are rarely on offer to the likes of me. These guys were practically pushing her on me, and completely without a gaijin tax; in fact, they were willing to waive the nomination charge if I was willing to wait an hour in their rather large shop waiting room.
With a long drive home followed by a long Saturday at work in front of me, I hemmed and hawed for a full five minutes while they plied me with encouragement about how her BJs were well worth having a shitty day tomorrow for, and other superlative claims about her beauty, skill, personality and popularity. None of the other girls, who were not her equal if you’re looking for Rua’s style, we’re going to be available any sooner, so I finally capitulated for an hour wait and a 40-minute play at which announcement all three of the handsome young men heaved a huge sigh of success and thanked me profusely. The whole thing, I must say, was unique to the point of being suspicious, but in two decades of mongering in this area, I’d had some so-so experiences but only been what I would call “had” once, and that was just a girl who obviously overestimated my drunkenness and set her 40 minute timer for about 10 minutes then wanted to pimp me for an extension. That was also late at night, many many years ago, but it wasn’t from a shop, I got her from a wandering street tout plying my his wares after all the proper shops had closed. So I fairly deserved it. Meanwhile, this shop was treating me like a king. They handed me a laminated card about the size of a Galaxy Tab which had the shop name on it and a QR code (that led to the link above) and a big number 6 in a circle — my waiting customer number — then showed me to the sizable room in which I would pass the next hour on a lumpy black couch that didn’t even make a concerted pretense at being leather or comfortable. The man then went to the large drink vending machine in the room and asked what I would like to drink. I chose water, and he cheerfully handed it to me and then indicated the bookshelves lined with the typical manga and outdated manzoku shop catalogues one typically finds in the waiting rooms of these places.
So far, as these things go, so good.
Will Rua prove to be a scam or a bonafide home run? Well, as I write this question, I still don’t know. I’m writing this first section to pass the time while I sit in the waiting room with another 10-20 minutes to go, with a loud TV playing some Japanese drama show while three other guys sit in here filling the room with noxious cigarette smoke. So, we’ll find out together, howboudah?
I fell asleep for about 10 minutes after writing the above, on the none-too-comfortable, black waiting room couch. I awoke to find the other customers gone and for a moment I panicked thinking I had perhaps been locked into a now-closed health shop, where I would have to either call for help on my cell phone or else subsist on smoke-yellowed pages torn from three-year-old manga while waiting for the tencho to some day come back to harvest my organs.
Seconds later, as if summoned by my recent wakefulness, the handsome young tout who had so kindly bought me the bottle of water opened the waiting room door, peered in respectfully and cheerfully called out, “rokuban… rokuban no okyakusama… number 6!” I fought back the urge to shout back at him, “I am not a number, I am a free man!” and instead stood stiffly and hobbled out the door to follow him out of the shop -- ducking under the halfway lowered metal blinds -- into the street where presumably I was awaited by either Rua or a small group of chimpira with baseball bats and golf clubs.
Fortunately, it was Rua.
And she was lovely. She looked, minus a bit of the over-the-top makeup, just like her photos. They are 100% accurate and real, with one little deception I’ll mention in a moment. I was expecting any gyaru who looked like those photos to be a bit haughty, stuck-up, and bitchy. But upon seeing me, Rua broke into a big smile (she has amazingly white, capped teeth) and let out a loud “HI!” so authentically American sounding that I stammered, “Eh… ‘HI’ to iutta no, ima?” which became the first time of many I got her to laugh. In the short walk to the rental rooms (a place I know all too well from decades of mongering in this area, a run-down flophouse called Senga that is about like “Rooms” near Lovely Hand in Kabukicho), we were already laughing and talking way too loudly like old friends. She mentioned at this point that she sees a lot of foreigners but none of them speak any Japanese at all, so she was thrilled with the opportunity to carry on a conversation
We popped our shoes off and put them in the box in the lobby, then put on slippers worn by who-knows-how-many prior couples, young and old, on their way to take the form of the beast with two backs. I dropped off ¥2000 at the window and Rua grabbed a key and said “third floor” and I groaned because the stairs in this place are steep.
Up in the room, our chatter continued and she seemed to be having so much fun talking with me that I started to wonder if we were really going to take our clothes off, or if this was going to be just a talking date. I finally took the initiative by disrobing and she quickly did the same.
The first thing I noticed about her was that she was tan all over without a single variation in skin tone. Just like her insanely straight, white teeth, she had clearly put some money and effort into her tanning. The next thing I noticed was that she had a lot more baby fat on her than I had imagined, and also that her pussoidal area was completely smooth like it had been lasered recently enough to have not grown back at all, but long enough ago so there weren’t any bumps. Or perhaps she does electrolysis? Anyway, she looked great naked, just a bit thicker than I expected.
And I’m also telling you a falsehood, just like the pictures on the website, I’m airbrushing over one piece of information: the first thing I really noticed about her, which is the first thing you’d probably notice about her if the photos hadn’t been carefully posed and skillfully retouched.
Rua is covered in tattoos. There is script on her right arm, script and a butterfly over her left breast, more script down her left arm, and her back is completely framed by an odd, delicate chain tattoo the point of which I just couldn’t wrap my head around. She also has more script and butterflies on her back. There isn’t a speck of color in any of them, they are all black ink. I can’t say they are a positive addition to her appearance; I think she’d look much better without them. But I quickly got used to them because I like her — she’s hard not to like, so damn bubbly and loud and gregarious and easy to make laugh — and the tats are just part of her, so I came to like them in that way.
We made our way finally to the shower where I continued to clown around for her amusement, and she rewarded me with a lot of genuine laughter which always feels good.
After the shower, we made our way to the bed and I started in gently on her nipples (which are more of the nosecone kind) and she sighed a bit and for once we got quiet and then she moved down into position and announced that she was going to lick me and I, well I didn’t refuse gentlemen, I said whatever makes you happy, my dear, and she went to work and… well, let’s just say that the tout had not lied when he said it was worth being miserable the next day for. She was damn good at her primary job, in an enthusiastic as well as skilled way, with also lots of sexy eye contact and noise. She also kept at it for quite a while after I had sent my clueless seedlings on a suicide errand into the wrong hole for their intended purpose. I found that quite appealing as well. It's always a little unsettling when you finish and they leap for the tissue and spit like an American getting their first taste of nattoh. After tissue and spit time, there were seven minutes left, which she cheerfully declared the perfect amount of time to take a shower, if I wanted, and I did, so we did. You may notice that I didn’t DATY. She didn’t really put herself physically into a position to offer it per se, and I didn’t initiate it because my germ concerns are starting to creep back into my mind as I run out of time to get tested at that nearby clinic before leaving the country on my annual sojourn. I think she would have let me…? I can’t imagine a FH girl saying no, least of all her, but again, I just didn’t really want to this time. Maybe next time.
And I do hope there will be a next time. She was a really fun person, very pretty, very outgoing, very pleasant, while still being good at her job. She even apologized for me waiting so long for her — I told her as a compliment, saying how popular she is and how willing I was to wait, but she still said it was terrible I had to wait so long. She pointed out that I had waited 50% longer than I got to play (60 minutes wait for a 40 minute play) and of course suggested I play longer next time — and hopefully wait less. Though now that you heathens know about her, I suppose the line will be longer than ever.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, Will Repeat.
Closing Comments:
Rua was a jackpot for sure. I wasn’t crazy about the tattoos and was a little surprised by her not being super thin (and she even toned down the gyaru makeup this night and asked me how I liked it), but these things didn’t sully the experience because she has a face I find positively captivating and she is just so friendly and fun. The shop was the most welcoming I’ve ever been in, and I even gave Zippos and Godiva to the guys working the door and front desk at Heart and Heart, so they treat me pretty damn good there — and this place was still probably nicer to me. And to cap it all off, Rua even wrote the below about me on her blog, which I’m pretty sure marks the first time any girl has ever written anything about me anywhere… even on the bathroom stall.
USA❤️のお客さん！！
日本語ぺっらぺら～終始爆笑
笑いが止まらなかった
一時間も持ってくれてて感激✨✨✨✨
優しいありがとうー☺️
また、ルアーに会いに来てね
待ってるからねーん
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