Late Night Business Lane was full of strip joints, massage parlors, and Hentai Emporiums.
The Japanese were slaves to the corporations.
They were the modern-day shogunates.
White Girl Big Tits was a popular strip joint, that was stuck between a Burger Kings and Mc Donalds'
Neon lights flashed 'I got you.'
Hookers cat called, 'hello handsome man, you want a good time?'
The Japanese were crazy about blonde sluts from western countries.
Say, a country girl from Nebraska, could work a season at the Late Night Business Lane and retire with a house and a nice nest egg.
Amber was going to settle in just fine.
The Yakuza now owned these sleazy establishments.
There was more money being an owner than a protector.
Shenzai was the owner.
A runt of a man, with dandruff and halitosis, he adored Amber.
'Keep them drinking, then after they pass out, we throw them outside.'
Amber wanted more action.
'No no,' said Shenzai, 'always promise them action, if they buy another drink.'
She was a natural spy.
And she looked great in garters.
Her tits spilled out of a brief bikini.
And she was a natural dancer.
She really swung her hips seductively to the George Michael tunes that the DJ played all night.
'I could really get used to Tokyo,' she said to me and Max, who frequented the joint-most nights to see if she was adjusting well.
'This looks like your calling,' said Max, who slipped some yen notes under her garter belt.
'Thanks, Daddy,' she said and clapped her hands. She just adored her new sugar daddy.
The Japanese were slaves to the corporations.
They were the modern-day shogunates.
White Girl Big Tits was a popular strip joint, that was stuck between a Burger Kings and Mc Donalds'
Neon lights flashed 'I got you.'
Hookers cat called, 'hello handsome man, you want a good time?'
The Japanese were crazy about blonde sluts from western countries.
Say, a country girl from Nebraska, could work a season at the Late Night Business Lane and retire with a house and a nice nest egg.
Amber was going to settle in just fine.
The Yakuza now owned these sleazy establishments.
There was more money being an owner than a protector.
Shenzai was the owner.
A runt of a man, with dandruff and halitosis, he adored Amber.
'Keep them drinking, then after they pass out, we throw them outside.'
Amber wanted more action.
'No no,' said Shenzai, 'always promise them action, if they buy another drink.'
She was a natural spy.
And she looked great in garters.
Her tits spilled out of a brief bikini.
And she was a natural dancer.
She really swung her hips seductively to the George Michael tunes that the DJ played all night.
'I could really get used to Tokyo,' she said to me and Max, who frequented the joint-most nights to see if she was adjusting well.
'This looks like your calling,' said Max, who slipped some yen notes under her garter belt.
'Thanks, Daddy,' she said and clapped her hands. She just adored her new sugar daddy.
