God Bless Hung Lo, he put up with a lot of shit and stood strong. BTW: he's Chinese not Japanese.(dirty knees)

I can tell a lame tale of Tokyo travels. This must have been around 91 or 92 maybe and I was in Kabuki-Jo or however you spell the sleaze district just by Shinjuku. I was on my own and just walking around trying to get my dick wet somewhere. I looked at the signage in front of various places and tried to figure out what they were. I could see sexy girl pics or heart shaped icons, but I had no real idea what anyplace was. I attempted to enter one place and was greeted by a man who placed his hand on my chest and told me: Sorry, Japanese only. I asked what it was and he said "massage parlor" and gestured me away.
I rambled around a few blocks and went into a video store with jack booths, watched some shitty pixillated porn and kept walking.
Eventually I hit upon a strange sign in front of a retail building that had the heart signs and pics of stripperchicks. It looked like it might be a modeling studio or something. I went up to the 3rd or 4th floor to find a little office reception area like you would find in a medical office. I nodded at the desk guy and he gestured for me to take a seat. There were small couches and tables with pop mags and in Japan, those have jailbait pics and are pretty pervy. I felt I was in a good place.
The guy came and said something and took about 6 or 8 guys out of the room leaving me and a couple of others behind. He looked over to me and said something like you're in the next group. I paid a cover charge but I don't remember how much.
Soon the guys who had left began to walk through the reception area on their way out. The all had the head down, walk of shame look which I again took as a good sign.
Then our turn. We were walked into an outer area and I realized what the deal was. It was a Times Square style, booths around the stage setup. Like ShowWorld or Peepland, jack booths with a center stage. The music came up and a girl walked out and began to dance. It was suddenly looking lame at this point. She did a dance and rolled around on the floor for the second song. There were signs on the walls of the stage and I think they were tipping menus. A knock at my door surprised me and when I opened it there was a girl there who instantly apologized and walked away. I still wonder if she was available.
I turned back to watch the stage thing and noticed that the girl was now kneeling in front of the booth 3 down from mine. WTF was going on now? I peered over but couldn't really tell what was up. Just then I noticed that there was a dick door! A fucking hatch door about 4 inches or so with a slide bolt and hinges. OK, now I'm really trying to figure out the game. She moves on to the next booth and I still can't tell if she is blowing dudes or not. At one point I see her remove her undies and hand them through the hatch.
Soon enough it is my turn. She gestures the give me money fingers and I hand her the middle amount of the things I can't read listed on the big sign. She smiles and reaches in to grab my zipper. I just follow along and she begins to give me a handy. I crack up and think about how bizarre this whole thing is and how I'm never going to pop from this bullshit. Just about as I complete that thought, she flips her hand motion and I splooge the hardest I've come in ages. It's like 10 pumps of juice in a row and she makes a WTF face at me and smiles. Then she wraps my dick in about 5 babywipes and scoots away to the next dude. I bet the whole handy was under 5 minutes.
I slink out of the booth and past the waiting gents in the reception room.
In all the times I went to Japan, I never managed to get to a soap massage place or one of those legendary blowjob bars or anything. I would ask around sometimes but the people assigned to deal with me would never seem to know or be willing to admit if they did. I also did not get many chances to wander about on my own due to scheduling.