[F] Memoirs of a sushi girl (#4)

This story is about some of the things that went on in the private rooms in the club I worked at in Hong Kong as a sushi hostess. The private rooms in the back were for those that wanted extra money and didn’t mind catering to some of the more…exotic tastes of the members. Although they were billed as nothing more than private KTV (karaoke) rooms for guests to enjoy, back there just about anything went, and what went on back there was technically illegal. The management turned a blind eye to anything that happened in there as long as the member was satisfied, the girl was OK with whatever happened (and he made it pretty clear that unless there was a problem big enough to get the bouncers involved – and it had better be a *big* problem – she was OK with whatever happened) and the exorbitant fee the restaurant charged for the room was paid.

The mixer [F]

Hi, everyone. I’m sitting at my desk tonight, feeling a bit turned up, and the usual dose of stuffing myself silly just isn’t cutting it tonight. So I’m thinking over some memories, and wanted to share one of the shorter and more unusual ones.

About fifteen years ago, I was at a party, one of the ones where clothing was *ever* so optional and everyone knew everyone else, inside and out. There was a woman there, a nice lady but a bit reserved, who was slowly coming out of her shell as she had more and more people *in* her shell, who confided in me one night about something that got her off but never had the courage to do.

I’m always curious about things like this, so I asked her what she needed, and she told me that she was *very* much interested in the idea of double-dipping. What she was after was to be fucked by a man covered in the juice of other women. She didn’t want to have *sex* with the other women…she just wanted them mixed in with her.

[F] Memoirs of a sushi girl (#3)

This one is about my first night working solo. As before, this is coming across thirty years of memory and partially in a language that isn’t mine. :) It was my third night working at the club, and my first night as a solo hostess. This one’s shorter and a bit more boring than the others; I apologize in advance for any lack of expected deviance. The night before was pretty boring; a dinner party that didn’t want anything more than sushi, drinks, and conversation. That group didn’t register a tip with the greeter, but the member left about $2000 HKD cash for Yoyo which she made disappear after they left. You’d think that it’d be hard for a spear-naked woman to hide cash, but she somehow managed to hide it from the mousy assistant and keep it all.

The next night I was told the doctor had called the assistant and given me the green light to work. I arrived the next afternoon and was told I was booked for the evening with a member dining solo. I prepped and sanitized the booth, trimmed my pubes and shaved my labia and rubbed some scented oil all over me Yoyo’s suggestion. I remember being nervous enough that I was shivering while standing in my alcove waiting for the guest to arrive, and wondering just what I was getting myself into.

[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…) :)

[F] Memoirs of a sushi hostess

Hi, all, and happy new year! A user browsing my post history came across my post describing my time as a sushi waitress and suggested I post some of the things I experienced while working there here, so I figure, why not? Be kind, though, much of this is filtered through thirty years and translated from half-remembered Cantonese but I’ll do my best. :) And I apologize in advance for the length, but I figured I should explain some of the background before diving into the stories. If your eyes start to glaze over, feel free to skip this one. Otherwise, here’s the story of my interview for the sushi restaurant.

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