After joining the Gold Class I went to work. There are so many chicks in the class in Tokyo that it would takes hours to go through them all. After doing a bit of browsing, I decided to use the Universe Club website‘s built in tools to narrow down the selections.
First I cut out the chicks who were more than twenty five years old. That still left a lot of women. So then I removed smokers and women who weren’t at least somewhat wiling to sleep with guys for money. That left with me a more manageable pool of chicks to sort through. There were still a lot, but it was a lot more reasonable trying to find a hot date in a big stack than a massive mountain.
I found a lot of chicks to my liking, but I knew I had to make a choice. With limited time in Tokyo I wanted to make sure that I utilized every minute. Finally I came up with a list of three women that I would have been more than happy to meet with. I sent their member numbers over to Universe Club along with my schedule and then played the waiting game.
It turned out that I didn’t have to wait long at all. Universe Club quickly wrote back to tell me that one of my choices was available that week. I didn’t hesitate to confirm the date and pay the setting fee.
Upon my request, Universe Club set me up on a date at a British Pub style restaurant that served western food. I had enough Japanese food after two weeks in country so I was looking forward to something a little more recognizable. Using Google maps it was easy to find the place, but in my stupidity I missed the restaurant. I stopped a cute chick on the street and showed her the name of the restaurant on my phone. With a look of disbelief, she pointed to the place which was almost directly in front of me.
My date showed up soon after. At first I didn’t know it was her. I saw one of the hottest chicks ever walk in and I quickly took notice. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that I realized that she was looking and smiling at me. Universe Club didn’t have my picture to pass on her, but I guess she realized that I was the only foreigner in the place.
To say I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. This chick was smoking. She was wearing a cute, almost gothic type of black dress with white lace. She had a matching shirt and buckled high heels to go with it. She looked like she stepped out of an Asian made fantasy film. I was really glad I paid the extra money to step into her class.
My date was a twenty year old from Tokyo with short black hair and a firm, killer body. She was one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen in Tokyo, which is really saying something. It turned out that she was actually an actress with a recurring role on a small television show. She looked way better than her pictures, and she never stopped smiling. She had big bright eyes that just brought me in. I was mesmerized.
Unfortunately, my date didn’t speak more than a few words of English. Fortunately, the geniuses at Google saved me again. Using Google translate on our phones, we were able to communicate without trouble. We had a great meal with some beers and a lot of laughs. After we ate I asked her to walk around with me. At this point it seemed like a regular date. We held hands in the rain and went over to a bakery where we shared some freshly made pastries. During the first awkward silence, I asked her if she liked me with my broken Japanese. She said she did. So then I asked her where we would go next. She said she didn’t know, and that was my opening to ask if she wanted to go to a love hotel.
She seemed up for going to a hotel with me, but she said she had to get on the last train so she could get to work in the morning. I told her I would make sure she was at the train on time. If she missed the train, I told her I would pay for her taxi. Deep down I knew I wouldn’t last long with this chick. She was just too hot.
We walked to a nearby love hotel and got a room. When we entered it, she reached down to help me take my shoes off. She was great. In the room she seemed a little nervous but she continued to smile. I asked her what was wrong and she said I was her first foreigner. No problems there! Realizing that we were short on time I leaned forward and kissed her. From there all sorts of fun broke lose.
Before long I had her down to her matching lingerie which was very sexy. Most Japanese chicks wear nice sexy lingerie every day of the week. The sweat pants set from back home could take note, but of course they don’t because in the sexual wastelands there are always guys desperate enough to fuck chicks no matter what they look like. Anyway, overweight chicks who spend no time on their looks were the furthest thing from my mind when I got my date down to her skivvies. Making love was the first thing on my mind seconds later when I removed those and got her down to her birthday suit.
Her body was simply flawless. Not an ounce of fat on it. It was perfectly fit and firm without being hard. She had perky boobs with pink nipples and just a small patch of natural black hair above her love tunnel. I was in heaven. I made love to her in every position possible. I went slow so she wouldn’t be in pain, but also so I wouldn’t shoot my load early. I have great control and stamina at this point in my life but with this chick it was hard to hold off.
We did the deed without ever showering. It was just raw passion. Afterwards we rested a little before I noticed that it was almost time for the last train. We got dressed and power walked down the street to get back to the station. We arrived with about two minutes to spare and I said goodbye. Demurely, she reminded me that she was looking forward to a little “spending money” when meeting me. I have to admit that this was a bit deflating at first. It brought me back to the real world though. I knew was I was getting into from the beginning so I wasn’t that put off.
My date never asked for a particular amount, so I just discreetly handed her a folded up set of notes totalling 20,000 Yen. That’s about $180 American, or about twice what it costs to do a short time with a Bangkok go go dancer in Nana Plaza. Not bad considering.
When she got on the train she sent me a message saying thanks and asking to meet again. While I didn’t repeat with the first chick I met through the club, I did end up repeating with this chick later. It was even better than the first time, but it left me wondering what the women in the classes even higher were like.