Once upon a time,
I was invited, or rather required, to go on a business trip to China.
Tianjin, China, specifically.
My travel date was a Sunday, so I was handsomely liquored up from Saturday not to mention the goddamned miracle that I made it to the airport in Nagoya for my flight.
When I arrived, I was desperately hoping for a hotel room and some rest, but no, my driver took me on site to a very well known automotive factory in progress. I sipped generously from the water cooler in a tent that was reserved for Japanese and white people. The Chinese had their own slums from which they worked.
My Japanese overlords must have sensed that I was not willing to work on a Sunday, and perhaps they also noticed that I was drunk on airplane wine.
So they took me to a brothel.
A brothel designed for Japanese businessmen.
Very few, almost none, westerners get to experience the "brothel for Japanese salarymen" experience.
It's quite quiet.
I think my supervisor had some kind of delightful enjoyment of seeing me squirm in this whore house. I don't think he knew I was gay, but he put me to privvy regardless.
Our taxis showed up to a large house in Tianjin. White glove treatment, we were quickly escorted indoors to a table furnished with glasses and whiskey.
I had no idea about what was going to happen, but the, I will tell you married, Japanese men, seemed very adroit.
The women, girls really, lined up. And each of my coworkers had a turn to choose one, until it came to me.
Which one do I choose? Which do I care? I'm gay. Must choose a girl anyway. So I chose one.
And so, I made out with her, and many pictures were taken. The one Japanese man had sex with his choice in front of all of us. It was nothing. I made out with this girl, it was also nothing.
This is all a normal cause of business in Japan, China.
I can't imagine that my current job would expense a whorehouse in China as a normal cost of business. Japan has a stamp for that. Africa has a stamp for everything. I have more stories to tell.
-jM
A&D
I was invited, or rather required, to go on a business trip to China.
Tianjin, China, specifically.
My travel date was a Sunday, so I was handsomely liquored up from Saturday not to mention the goddamned miracle that I made it to the airport in Nagoya for my flight.
When I arrived, I was desperately hoping for a hotel room and some rest, but no, my driver took me on site to a very well known automotive factory in progress. I sipped generously from the water cooler in a tent that was reserved for Japanese and white people. The Chinese had their own slums from which they worked.
My Japanese overlords must have sensed that I was not willing to work on a Sunday, and perhaps they also noticed that I was drunk on airplane wine.
So they took me to a brothel.
A brothel designed for Japanese businessmen.
Very few, almost none, westerners get to experience the "brothel for Japanese salarymen" experience.
It's quite quiet.
I think my supervisor had some kind of delightful enjoyment of seeing me squirm in this whore house. I don't think he knew I was gay, but he put me to privvy regardless.
Our taxis showed up to a large house in Tianjin. White glove treatment, we were quickly escorted indoors to a table furnished with glasses and whiskey.
I had no idea about what was going to happen, but the, I will tell you married, Japanese men, seemed very adroit.
The women, girls really, lined up. And each of my coworkers had a turn to choose one, until it came to me.
Which one do I choose? Which do I care? I'm gay. Must choose a girl anyway. So I chose one.
And so, I made out with her, and many pictures were taken. The one Japanese man had sex with his choice in front of all of us. It was nothing. I made out with this girl, it was also nothing.
This is all a normal cause of business in Japan, China.
I can't imagine that my current job would expense a whorehouse in China as a normal cost of business. Japan has a stamp for that. Africa has a stamp for everything. I have more stories to tell.
-jM
A&D
