By Mr. Not so with Tokyo Hentai Club. The photos on their website were honest and unedited — I was actually shocked. To sweeten the deal further, the website was designed in English and featured English speaking providers. It almost sounded too good to be true. I knew I had to go. The entrance to the shop is on one of the busiest streets in Tokyo; hundreds of people walk by the shop every minute.
I look the elevator to the second floor and found myself in a lobby with four doorways. Each of these doorways was a hotel health establishment. I walked into the THC and was surprised by its decor. The room was small, about twelve square meters. There were no posters of girls or advertisements hung on the walls. To the right of the entrance, sitting behind a small counter was a young Japanese man with long black hair - the shop manager. I would later learn, after commenting him on his incredible English, that he had lived in America for five years.
The kiosk was in English. Then, it opened a second page with additional options like: anal, lingerie, facials, cum in mouth, etc. Each of these options varied in price and were added to the baseline prices. Included in the baseline price was the ability to select an outfit for my provider to wear.
The kiosk concluded at a checkout screen where I inserted 30,YEN into the kiosk and a receipt and ticket came out. The kiosk felt exactly like I was using an ATM machine. I handed to the ticket to the shop manager. He got on his iPhone, made a call, and then spoke in rapid Japanese.
Once he finished the call, he told me that Erika would arrive in fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, there were no seats in the room. So, for the next fifteen minutes I stood and waited, browsing the internet on my iPhone.
