[F] Memoirs of a sushi girl (#2)

I thought I’d post my first night as a sushi hostess while some of the details were still fresh in my mind. As before, this coming across thirty years, so please be kind if I forget anything or skip over some of the more boring details (and then I brought *another* round of cloth napkins and stood and waited while they talked…) :)

I met Maggie at the entrance to the building at 4:30 the next day, and we went in together. She turned me over to the mousy assistant who introduced me to the doctor who was there on his weekly rounds. He had me strip maked, checked me over, and told the assistant that while he was still waiting on the swab results, he felt I was clean and pronounced me fit to work. Maggie helped me to put on makeup, and afterwards the assistant suggested I don’t use so much. She said I looked a lot younger than my years (I’m 20?) and the more innocent I looked, the higher the tips I could expect. She then introduced and assigned to a woman named Yoyo who was annoyed she had to shepherd me on top of hostessing that night, but took the time to go over everything she though I needed to know. She showed me where the hostess washroom was (with shower stalls and individual soaps!) Introduced me to Carrie, who was hired to be the table for the evening (I learned later that not every group wanted a woman as a table; about half would just use the *actual* table), and helped them prepare the booth. I washed and re-sanitized the table and the benches around it, helped set the places and fill both the first condiment bowls on the table as well as replacements in the back for later. Helped Carrie check her labia for hair and helped her shave the few spots she missed, oiled her down with some nice but not too strongly scented oil (and looking back I’m realizing I was doing all the work for Yoyo…). Just before 6, the assistant pulled me aside and told me I wouldn’t be earning any of the tips that evening, to let Yoyo do the work, and I’d be earning about $30 USD for the night as an assistant. Well, not great but all right. It covered my living costs in Hong Kong for a day.

Just after 6, the three of us were waiting in a small alcove – each table has had a separate waiting space for us – across from the greeter. Our group came in, and was met at the front. The greeter (whose name I’ve forgotten…I can see the face but not the name) intoduced them to us; a small group of two men and one woman. They talked between them for a minute, then one of the men walked back with the greeter, signed something in a book, and was shown to their booth. After the passed by, I saw her flash two fingers at us behind her back, which I learned meant “large tip”; one finger meant “small” and three or four fingers meant “large with extra”. We wait in the back for a few minutes, after which the greeter signals they’re ready for us to begin.

It’s funny, the things that stick with you over the years. I remember Yoyo introducing us to them, and explaining I’m a new girl, fresh and inexperienced. I remember taking their drink orders but other than the bottle of wine, couldn’t tell you what they were. I remember the one guy – not the one who paid but his guest – sitting on the edge of the bench and running his hand over Yoyo’s ass and sliding his hand between her legs, her kind of arching her feet and giving a very slight *grunt* as he tried to poke one finger in her and her *giggling*, pushing his hand away and telling him she was better with dinner. The three of them sat and talked for awhile, and Yoyo and I sat beside the men while they talked with each other and the woman and fondled and stroked our breasts while they did. After about 45 minutes and several drinks, they order some rolls, and two of the kitchen staff – masks covering their eyes to preserve the illusion of guest’s anonymity – rolled Carrie out on a cart and gently slid her onto the table, her bosdy covered in pices of maki, sashimi, and nigiri. They start to eat while we serve the sushi, and the member decides wants to dip his sushi roll in me. I’m not sure exactly what the heck that means but I have a good idea, but Yoyo says no, I’m not there for that. He gets mulish and insists, so Yoyo smiles and swings around his lap, grinding her crotch into *his* (leaving a slight but noticable damp spot when she got up), and says that she tastes *ever* so much sweeter than I do, and wouldn’t he rather taste her instead? He agrees, and she takes his chopsticks and asks him to put them in his mouth to moisten them, then sits on the table beside Carrie, takes the chopsticks from him in one hand and a piece of sushi in the other and *slowly* slides the chopsticks inside her in front of him while closing her eyes, flexes her wrist and opens herself enough to slide the sushi in, breathing a little harder as she does, her lips parting *just* slightly. She then leans close and asks him if he wants it fed to him and he does (much to the amusement of his friend and the annoyance of the woman he’s with) so she slides one chopstick out so the piece is still inside her, lies back on the table and he bends down and starts to lick her while she pushes the piece out into his mouth, using the other chopstick to help while he hooks the smushed pieces with his tongue.

She sat up, hooked a stray piece of cucumber out of her with one finger and fed it to him, tells them she’d be right back and heads back with me to the wash station in the hostess washroom. The wash station was a spray hose with a tapered end that we could use to stick up in us to help wash inside. She sticks the hose up in her to rinse out the food left inside, and I thank her for taking my place as it’s still a bit to wrap my head around being new. She explains my being new had nothing to do with it, that if I was the one to let him do it she has to share the tip with me and she’s not doing that. She also explains that I should use the wash station after every insertion or risk yeast infections, and a bad yeast infection meant no work and no tip. I promised I would.

The rest of the night was a bit of an overwhelming blur. I remember the woman getting catty after about half the bottle of wine and getting upset that the men kept fondling and fingering Yoyo, or sticking chopsticks up inside her for her to spear bits of maki off of Carrie to feed to the men, and getting this weird smile saying *she* wanted to join in, and taking pieces of sushi, dipping them first in soy sauce, then wasabi, then *Carrie* and then feeding them to the member. I remember Carrie’s vagina getting redder and redder from the wasabi but to her credit never moving or saying a word. At the end, the member *did* notice and told her it was not right to do that, making her clean Carrie with her own tongue, licking her and licking her outside and as far inside as her tongue would reach, and how watching her do that got him so turned on he started fingering the woman while he sat there bent over between Carrie’s legs. I remember Yoyo lying next to Carrie, the guest drinking his drink then taking the ice cubes in his mouth, bending over and pushing them into Yoyo’s vagina, laughing as they popped out into his cup and Yoyo laughing along with him, trying to see how far she could shoot them and if he could catch them. I had to fetch several glasses of ice that evening just for that alone. I remember the kitchen staff lifting Carrie off the table and wheeling her away, and then the night was over.

It was a lot to take in, and my head was spinning by the time they had gone. We washed and showered off, and hung around until the restaurant closed, after which we sanitized the table and chairs, and helped vacuum and clean the front of house. They paid us off ($30 USD for me, $700 USD for Yoyo and $200 USD for Carrie) and I went home to sleep and get ready for my next shift.

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