Pampered pro concubines pursue a well-paid double life
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Pampered pro concubines pursue a well-paid double life
"My friends from university were all patronizing esthetic salons where
it cost 100,000 yen a session, or flashing their pricy watches and
rings. I couldn't help but feel jealous. So I asked them to introduce
me to the club."
It's not as if Mai, 29, was desperate for money, notes Friday.
At her job as the secretary of a company president in the financial
sector, she earns an annual salary of 4.5 million yen.
But Mai felt she was missing out on the good things in life. So she
signed up with a high-class "date club," where, authoress Shoko Ieda
reports, gals seeking to make some extra money on the side can
register for introduction to what she describes as "super sex friends."
Considering the size of the outlays men spend on these gals, you'd
think the bubble economy of the late 1980s was showing re-runs.
Within three weeks, the club had come through, and succeeded in
hooking Mai up with a potential sugar daddy, a man the same age as her
boss (60), who lives apart from his wife and two children.
"He's in good physical shape, nice and firm," says Mai of her current
paramour. "Not like the man I work for, who's flabby and out of shape.
"First we started meeting every other week, and then every week," she
relates. "I got my first present from him on the third date. We were
walking down the street in Ginza, and he said to me, 'Let's take a
look in that shop, and he steered me into a Cartier boutique.'"
Minutes later when Mai walked out, she was the delighted owner of a
new 400,000 yen Cartier watch.
As a reward for his generosity, she kissed Mr. Moneybags on the lips
before climbing into the taxi to go home.
Three more dates followed. The sixth was a dinner at the Nikko Hotel
in Daiba.
"'Do you mind if I get us a room upstairs?' he asked me nonchalantly,
while sawing through a piece of steak. 'All right,' I told him. In the
room, he stood out on the veranda looking at the night view, and then
turned and kissed me. 'Let's take a shower,' he suggested."
"The way he held me in bed, and the way he kissed, was completely
different from a young guy," she recalls. "And he stroked my skin,
saying how beautiful I looked. Then he licked me all over, for about
half an hour. And he had real energy in his loins too -- I, uh, came.
"'Can a 60-year-old man really be so virile?' I said to him, and I
meant it too. We did it with him on top, then with me on top, and then
with me on my knees and him behind. It went on like that for an hour.
I've never had such great sex before!" Mai confesses to Friday,
blushing a shade of hot pink.
"He was in great shape from working out in the gym, and to reciprocate
I tongued his anus, which I could tell he enjoyed a lot. He even
hollered out loud. So after that time I always did him that way."
In exchange for her exemplary sexual efforts, Mai's patron was lavish
in his generosity.
"We were in a bar together and he said 'Close your eyes' and then he
put this around my neck," she recalls, pointing to the diamond choker
she was wearing at the interview. And she recalled the time before
attending a party when he steered her to the local Prada outlet, where
procurement of a dress, handbag and earrings ran up a bill of 1
million yen. To Mai's delight, her bank account was fattened at the
rate of 700,000 yen each month -- a figure nearly twice her salary at
the company.
Was she contemplating a session with her esthetician? ("Here's 300,000
yen, make sure they do a good job.") A trip back to Hokkaido to visit
her parents, perhaps? ("Show them a nice time, here, this should take
care of it.") The envelope he slipped to her contained 1 million yen.
Now, between dates, Mai is taking flamenco dance lessons.
"I'm becoming more and more attached to him," she says. "Sometimes he
tells me he loves me, and we embrace. I never want to leave this man."
The two frequently exchange mushy cell phone messages, like puppy love
between teens. Messages like: "It's raining today. Makes me feel
lonely. I want to be with you soon."
But there's a 31-year difference in your ages, Friday's interviewer
Ieda points out. What would you do if, say, he started showing signs
of senility 10 years from now?
"That would be a problem," Mai admits, eyes glowing. Then she
brightens, saying, "But I'd do my best for him," leaving a skeptical
Ieda wondering if she really means it.
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