|The story below is originally published on Mainichi Daily News by Mainichi Shinbun (http://mdn.mainichi.jp).|
|They admitted inventing its kinky features, or rather deliberately mistranslating them from the original gossip magazine.|
|In fact, this is far from the general Japanese' behavior or sense of worth.|
Love hotels tell tales 2008,05,24
Shukan Taishu 6/2 By Masuo Kamiyama
A hostelry utilized mainly for short-term trysts is sometimes referred to in the American vernacular as a "no-tell hotel."
In Japan, such establishments are known as "love hotels."
One noticeable difference between the U.S. and Japan would appear to be that the "no-tell" stipulation does not apply to the latter -- at least in the case of Shukan Taishu (6/2).
The popular men's weekly tabloid once again serves up a spicy potpourri of titillating tales about the goings-on inside such establishments.
"About once a month on average, you hear about what those of us in this trade call 'makura sagashi' (pillow searching), which involves a woman drugging some guy with sleep medication and then making off with his valuables," relates the operator of one such hotel, located in Maruyama-cho on the back streets of Tokyo's bustling Shibuya district.
"Most of the victims are terrified that their family or employer will find out they've been playing around, so they don't dare report the theft."
The peak period for romping rooms tends to begin at 11 p.m. on Friday and Saturday nights.
Often, three or four couples find themselves in a small alcove in the hotel lobby waiting patiently for a vacancy.
"We know privacy is important, so we partitioned the lobby into separate cubicles so the couples won't have to look at each other," says a hotel manager.
"But some simply can't wait for a room to open up, and they start getting it on in the cubicle. Last spring a girl in the cubicle farthest from the entrance straddled her boyfriend's lap, and we could hear them pounding away. They were using their cubicle like couples do in those dimly lit coffee shops that couples use for necking."
At a hotel in a certain Tokyo suburb, some couples merely pull into the secluded underground parking lot and get it on without disembarking from their car.
"We have security cameras that monitor the parking area," he recalls.
"On the monitor we could see the bottoms of the girl's bare feet banging on the dashboard. Then after 10 minutes or so of this, instead of getting out of the car and checking into a room, the guy just started the engine and drove off.
"I don't know if it was because they couldn't afford the room, or if they drove in and did it in the car just for thrills."
Another example of flaky goings-on at hotels involves shameless acts of exhibitionism before the security cameras.
"About once or twice a month, I get couples who romp in the corridors," another hotel manager tells Shukan Taishu.
"The security camera picked up a girl crawling along on her hands and knees. A guy sauntered behind her, slowly swinging a whip against her butt. It was pretty clear they knew they were being photographed. Then she faced the camera and began masturbating. It shocked me momentarily, but naturally I was on my guard after that."
Truly love hotels are places where anything goes.
Or comes. As another Tokyo hotel manager relates, "About six months ago, a man called down to the front desk, and in a panic-stricken voice asked for immediate assistance.
"When I rushed into his room, I saw a naked woman, who from her looks appeared to be in her early 30s. She'd passed out.
"I wasn't sure what I should do, but just then the woman suddenly regained consciousness and exclaimed, 'Where am I?' and began screaming at the top of her lungs. I suppose it was because she didn't recognize me and was startled. But believe me, at this point I was probably as scared as she was."
After recovering his composure, the manager was finally able to piece together what had occurred.
"The woman's skin was flushed pink, and she was sopping wet from her hips to her thighs. I suppose she had climaxed so intensely she'd lost consciousness, and her boyfriend panicked and phoned the office.
"But even if he seemed to be at a loss for words, I got the feeling he was acting smugly. I suppose in some twisted way, he was proud of himself." (By Masuo Kamiyama, contributing writer)