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It was here that I found myself, one steamy August night, sitting in a darkened strip joint while the police knocked on the door. I went traveling just about as soon as I was able to leave home. It began with a flight to Tokyo, where, aged 19, I spent three months working in a hostess club, then made a loop around the southern hemisphere before returning back to the U. A few years later, armed with a degree but few prospects for making anything of myself, I returned to a place where I could at least make someone else of myself and earn a pretty good amount of money doing so: Roppongi.
I returned to Tokyo early As I had done seven years earlier during my first stint living there, I found work at a hostess club. All hostesses were required to do was to look pretty, top up drinks, light cigarettes and make conversation with customers.
It was a basic service job dressed up in evening gowns and low lighting. I had enjoyed hostessing the first time around; it was good money and I had liked the artifice of it all, pretending to be a party girl. And it felt just far enough removed from the sex industry to feel safe. Two years after my first trip, however, there had been a murder. An Englishwoman named Lucie Blackman had disappeared while out with a customer beyond the confines of the club—a platonic date known as a dohan.
The club charges a fee to the customer for taking the hostess outside and the hostess is required to form an artificial relationship with the customers. The relationship must be convincing enough so that these patrons are willing to pay extra for her company. Many of the clubs have a strict requirement that their employees go on at least one dohan per week; they fire those women who cannot meet the quota, so the pressure to accept a dohan, even from someone who might seem a bit creepy, is strong.
They refused to open a case. He was not, however, convicted of her actual murder. This nicely coincided with the Clean Up Tokyo campaign, with a particular focus on criminal foreigners. Determined to stay in place, my fellow mizu shobai workers and I took precautions.