Making Out In Japanese

One friday night. Two men. Roppongi. I danced all damn night, I was with the hottest girls and I got shot down 50% the time. It was awesome. Sean went for the slutiest girl in the bar, and had her leaving with him within 15 minutes, but her cock-blocking friend was there and that was shut down. Then the prostitutes came. I had managed to thwart them earlier when we first walked by, by singing to them "Iie keko desu." One of the fine women of the night sang it right back, in such a sweet voice. This time I had to lay down all my Japanese, it worked for me, I was able to confound the woman by being a white guy speaking Nihon go, Sean didn't have a chance, he wanted that sex so much, he didn't fight it when the two women carried him off. I ate what is affectionately referred to as a "Taliban Taco" and then I went back into the club. The absolutely most beautifuul girl gathered up my time, I was with her for at least two hours. We pretty much did everything but fuck on the bar. I was wondering if they were going to kick me out as I felt the soft breasts of this girl as she danced on the bar? Would my hand be slapped away as I made out with her, and her hot friend simultaneously? No, it was "Josh gets whatever he wants night." After I got drunk beyond reason, and spent $450 on various drinks, for various fine ladies, I decided I should go back home. I told the pretty girl I had to leave, so she wrote her number on my hand. As I was telling Sean I needed to go, I saw yet another hot Japanese girl. I could see from the look in her eyes that she needed me. So I told Sean, "I'm gonna be a minute." I started dancing with her, then making out. It couldn't last long though, I was just a little too drunk, so I kissed her goodbye too, and sean and I walked out into the sunlight, it was 6am Saturday morning.