There is another Apollo Building in Osaka, so you have to make sure to go to the Sakuragawa one.
The Sakuragawa Apollo Building has 5 floors of clubs. You can get into one club for ¥10,000, or you can have access to the whole building for ¥25,000. This will get you all-day fun, for whatever you paid for. You can go in and out freely.
I was only interested in the club on B1, iSplash.
Why?
Oh, I can't say why.
So anyway, I went down through the zebra-striped curtains, into that Heavenly Den of Iniquity.
They asked, "日本語ok?"
And I said, "日本語, 分かりまへん!" and they laughed, and let me pay the ¥10,000, and showed me in.
Two girls met me at the entrance, and escorted me to a table by the stage, while I noted Why I Can't Say, and pretended not to know her.
Let's call it Motorboat Central. I only learned the slang for that in English, later. In Japanese, it's called Puff Puff Time: the girl in the microbikini approaches you, says, "Hi!" and sticks your face in her cleavage- such as it is -for slender Japanese ladies. You have to put at least one hand on their ass, or they consider it rude.
All of the girls in the club came to greet me like this, in short order.
I tell you. That was worth ¥10,000, right there. Those women are all stunningly gorgeous.
If you put ¥1,000 in your teeth, they'll collect it with their teeth, almost a kiss; but they'll sit on your lap, and kiss your neck, or invite you on stage.
They loved having a Japanese-fluent white guy in the house.
I, for my part, loved seeing I've Never Met Her Before flit and flirt around the club. Doesn't she know just how to handle men. Oh, I just adore She Who Must Not be Named.
Finally, it was time for Ms. No-Name to motorboat me. "And who are you?" "I'm Ms. Voldemort." "So nice to meet you, Ms. Voldemort."
I put ¥15,000 in her bikini front. That was so we could play the old high school party game "7 Minutes in Heaven" for 15 minutes, in the seats against the wall.
She excused herself to get rid of the bills, then returned, and took me by the hand to go to the wall seats.
Taking out a t-shirt that reached only just below her tits, she put it on, and took off her micro-kini top.
Then she proceeded to break multiple rules iSplash specifies for wall-seat play. (eg, No Kissing on the Mouth, No Touching Under the Bikini, etc.) Tit-Licking OK, though. Rules, anyway? You let the girl lead; never go wrong.
Full disclosure-
Wild horses could not have dragged me into iSplash, but for Ms. Voldemort moonlighting there.
(Although it is a very fantastic club.)
She is my favorite escort in Osaka. I've done everything with her. So nasty!
Once I realized that I was in danger of using up our hotel time talking, I asked her out to lunch.
She was not of the tier of escort that charges for meals. But I know that's important, so we found an amount I could "tip" her, in addition to paying for the meal.
I had lunch with her around Osaka a few times, before she opened up, and told me about her job at iSplash.
There are other jobs she does, and I have had the pleasure of seeing her at them, too.
I have to say that I really enjoy seeing a woman who does several different jobs.
I think I may be the only client who sees her at every job she does. (But one job she does is Japanese-only- grrr!)
Whatever. I'm the only client she does only-meal dates with. That's why I know everything she does.
Also, I'm polyamorous. Which gives P4P another dimension.
I don't know how "love" is for other people. But love is more fulfilling than even the best fuck, for me.
So I'm a cheater-cheater pumpkin-eater who can have lunch with my girl, and love it as much as I do having my cock in her mouth.
With whores, I'm like a cheap drunk.
Anyway, I like to drop by iSplash every now and then, and pretend like I don't know Ms. Voldemort as well as I do.
She's so beautiful and amazing.
The Sakuragawa Apollo Building has 5 floors of clubs. You can get into one club for ¥10,000, or you can have access to the whole building for ¥25,000. This will get you all-day fun, for whatever you paid for. You can go in and out freely.
I was only interested in the club on B1, iSplash.
Why?
Oh, I can't say why.
So anyway, I went down through the zebra-striped curtains, into that Heavenly Den of Iniquity.
They asked, "日本語ok?"
And I said, "日本語, 分かりまへん!" and they laughed, and let me pay the ¥10,000, and showed me in.
Two girls met me at the entrance, and escorted me to a table by the stage, while I noted Why I Can't Say, and pretended not to know her.
Let's call it Motorboat Central. I only learned the slang for that in English, later. In Japanese, it's called Puff Puff Time: the girl in the microbikini approaches you, says, "Hi!" and sticks your face in her cleavage- such as it is -for slender Japanese ladies. You have to put at least one hand on their ass, or they consider it rude.
All of the girls in the club came to greet me like this, in short order.
I tell you. That was worth ¥10,000, right there. Those women are all stunningly gorgeous.
If you put ¥1,000 in your teeth, they'll collect it with their teeth, almost a kiss; but they'll sit on your lap, and kiss your neck, or invite you on stage.
They loved having a Japanese-fluent white guy in the house.
I, for my part, loved seeing I've Never Met Her Before flit and flirt around the club. Doesn't she know just how to handle men. Oh, I just adore She Who Must Not be Named.
Finally, it was time for Ms. No-Name to motorboat me. "And who are you?" "I'm Ms. Voldemort." "So nice to meet you, Ms. Voldemort."
I put ¥15,000 in her bikini front. That was so we could play the old high school party game "7 Minutes in Heaven" for 15 minutes, in the seats against the wall.
She excused herself to get rid of the bills, then returned, and took me by the hand to go to the wall seats.
Taking out a t-shirt that reached only just below her tits, she put it on, and took off her micro-kini top.
Then she proceeded to break multiple rules iSplash specifies for wall-seat play. (eg, No Kissing on the Mouth, No Touching Under the Bikini, etc.) Tit-Licking OK, though. Rules, anyway? You let the girl lead; never go wrong.
Full disclosure-
Wild horses could not have dragged me into iSplash, but for Ms. Voldemort moonlighting there.
(Although it is a very fantastic club.)
She is my favorite escort in Osaka. I've done everything with her. So nasty!
Once I realized that I was in danger of using up our hotel time talking, I asked her out to lunch.
She was not of the tier of escort that charges for meals. But I know that's important, so we found an amount I could "tip" her, in addition to paying for the meal.
I had lunch with her around Osaka a few times, before she opened up, and told me about her job at iSplash.
There are other jobs she does, and I have had the pleasure of seeing her at them, too.
I have to say that I really enjoy seeing a woman who does several different jobs.
I think I may be the only client who sees her at every job she does. (But one job she does is Japanese-only- grrr!)
Whatever. I'm the only client she does only-meal dates with. That's why I know everything she does.
Also, I'm polyamorous. Which gives P4P another dimension.
I don't know how "love" is for other people. But love is more fulfilling than even the best fuck, for me.
So I'm a cheater-cheater pumpkin-eater who can have lunch with my girl, and love it as much as I do having my cock in her mouth.
With whores, I'm like a cheap drunk.
Anyway, I like to drop by iSplash every now and then, and pretend like I don't know Ms. Voldemort as well as I do.
She's so beautiful and amazing.