Many years ago, when I was putting in four years as a member of the US Air Force, I spent some of my most memorable times stationed in Japan. It was considered by most members of the Air Force to be good duty, mostly because of the many women who were so easily available. The women I refer to as being available were all prostitutes, but nobody minded that, least of all me. I was strictly looking for sex, with no kind of long term relationship beyond that, and I suspect most of my fellow GI's were doing the same.
The money we paid them was less than we would have spent on a date with a girl stateside; the sex was a sure thing and probably a lot better than with most of those American girls or women. The josons, which is a Japanese word that means "girls," seemed to enjoy fucking American men too, which made it a lot more fun for us. This was long before AIDS was even heard of, and a dose of clap was said to be no worse than a bad cold, and a lot easier to cure, if somebody happened to be unlucky enough to get one. I was fortunate enough that I never did.
I was stationed there about six years after the Korean War ended and a couple of years before the Vietnam War started. With no chance of getting shot at, neither I nor anybody else I hung out with was concerned with anything except drinking and regularly getting laid or being sucked off by one of the josons who specialized in that particular service. One Friday evening, which was doubly a great night because it was also Payday, my buddy, Charlie, approached me with something unusual on his mind.
"George," he said to me. "I've heard about this special girl in a whore house in town who takes on two guys at a time."
"You mean she sucks off one guy while the other one fucks her?"
"I suppose she'll do that if you want it, but this girl's specialty is having one guy fuck her pussy and another guy fuck her ass at the same time."
"Wow! Both at the same time? That sounds like really something."
I knew that some gay men, which was not what I would have called them at the time, liked getting fucked in the ass, although I had no personal experience with homosexuals. If I thought about it at all, I would have supposed a woman might want to do the same thing, because I still thought of them as desiring pretty much the same kind of sexual activity as gay men did. I realize the big differences now, but this was a long time ago when I was much younger and still something of a country bumpkin. However, even if a woman wanted to get fucked in the ass, I couldn't see why a man would want to do such a thing if her pussy was available, but the thought was still an intriguing one.
"Do you want to come with me and team up on her?" Charlie asked me. "It's kind of expensive, four thousand yen apiece, but it's something a lot different."
That really was expensive. Both of us would be paying seven or eight times as much as the price for the usual short time, but something like that did sound interesting and exciting, maybe even a once in a lifetime experience. Besides that, it was Payday and Friday, and I had money in my pocket. On any other day of the week or of the month, I most likely wouldn't have even considered it.
"Okay. It sounds like fun and, like you say, it's sure different."
Wearing civilian clothing like all the other GI's heading for town, we walked to the main gate of the airbase, showed our passes to the Air Police there, and strolled out into the neighboring sin city. There were streets, but very few vehicles except a few taxis. All the many bars along the strip were garishly lighted and all around us were young Japanese women who approached men as they passed by. It was a typical payday night in the town.
"You want go short time, GI?" was the offer we heard over and over, but Charlie and I had something special in mind. He knew where the place was, so I just followed him.
On a gravel street just off the main thoroughfare, we came to what looked like a better building than most around there. My guide approached a big, muscular man who had a long nightstick stuck in his belt, and engaged him in a brief discussion, which included a lot of gestures. The man looked Charlie up and down carefully, and looked at me too, before nodding his head and opening the door. I don't know what he was checking us out for, but we certainly weren't going to cause any trouble for anybody.
"C'mon, George," Charlie told me. "The girl I told you about is here tonight."
We entered, and immediately removed our shoes and left them with several other pairs in a sort of closet that was there for that purpose. As could be expected, we were not the only people patronizing the brothel that night. A fat woman wearing a red and blue kimono was sitting beside a lacquer stand. She was apparently the house mamasan, which was a general word for older women, especially madams or bar owners.
"Hi, GI," she greeted us. "You want good time?"
Charlie answered for both of us. "Yeah, Mamasan. We want DP girl."
"Ah, so. DP girl cost you four thousand yen each. You pay me now."
