I arrived at Yokota AB in the middle of the winter, having spent the last year and a half in Thailand. It was cold. I was used to the high temp, high humidity of Siam. I was sure I wouldn't like it.
The first few days flew by as I checked into the squadron and went to my assigned shop. I was ensconced in a barracks on the base. That sucked, but being an E-4, I didn't have the money to move out. Oh, well, it was only eighteen months.
On the fifth night, I decided it was time to tour the local town, Fusa Machi. I walked out of the gate and went down town. A street full of bars and restaurants greeted me. I stopped at the nearest bar and drank an Asahi. It was very refreshing. I hadn't had a beer since Thailand.
Several Japanese girls were working the bar. It looked like they were doing pretty good as most of the GIs in the bar were too drunk to pay attention to their money. I resolved to stay sober. The girls were professionally duping the drunks out of their money. They didn't need to steal it. The morons were giving it away.
I nursed another beer while fending off the advances of the bar girls. Just before closing time, the girls all hustled out the back, leaving the suckers, who thought they were going to get some pussy, sitting stupidly in the bar, drunk.
I chuckled and went back to the barracks. It was the same story the next night, only this time I took a little time to talk to one of the girls. Naturally, I chose the prettiest one. Her name was Komiko. She was just like one of those Japanese dolls in a glass case.
She didn't stay with me very long because I wouldn't buy her a "lady's drink" and I wouldn't get drunk. She drifted on to greener pastures. I returned to the same bar every night for a week. She would come and chat with me and then take off to fleece the suckers. Finally one night she asked, "What do you want?"
"You." I replied.
"But you can't have me. I don't go home with GIs."
"I don't have a home to take you to," I replied, "I would like to go to your home."
"You are very brash," she said.
"No, I'm just not a sucker," I answered.
"I don't think I should take you to my home. If my mother found out, I would just die."
"She knows you work in a bar, doesn't she?"
"I work in a bar but I'm not a prostitute. The GIs give me money and I support my family with it. I won't sleep with Americans."
"Why not? I'm a nice guy and I really like you. We could just love each other a little while."
"My family has forbidden me from seeing any but Japanese. Even if I wanted to, I just can't."
"Do you want to?"
"I don't know. I don't know you very well."
"Would you go to Tokyo with me this weekend?"
"My family won't allow it."
"You know how persistent Americans can be. I'm not giving up, family or no family."
"It is up to you. If you will excuse me now, I must make some money for my mother."
She drifted across the bar and played fleece the sucker for until closing time. I went back to the barracks and jerked off. I wanted her. My cock tingled every time I thought about her.
The next night, I was back at the bar. She was there, precious as ever. She was just so damned cute! I nursed a beer and a hardon all evening. Just before closing time I beckoned her to my table.
"Let's go get a hotel room. I'm dying here!"