Or a quick HJ or BJ.
Gotta reverse photobomb them. Take a picture of your friend, but with the happy couple behind his shoulder.
You should have just right-out said, in a thick Australian accent:
“It’s a guy dressed as a Sheila!”
I figure that anyone who is playing pickup games in a bar has to accept the risks and consequences of hooking up with a stranger. Maybe she’s wearing falsies. Maybe he’s put an extra pair of socks in his shorts. As long as nobody is actually getting hurt, well, you take your chances if you want a quick screw.
That’s my guess. Assuming TokyoPlayer’s posts were timely, they were gone for 18 minutes. Plenty of time.
A friend of mine who has been to Thailand has said that the way he was able to tell the lady hookers from the ladyboy hookers was that the ladyboy hookers were better looking. Is this accurate?
haha I was that guy in Vegas way back, no ladyboys but after thinking I was ridiculously charming to women at this one particular bar in a casino a buddy pulled me aside and said “dude that’s a hooker bar they all hang out there, one of the dealers told me”
In retrospect the phenomenally gorgeous chick in short-shorts and tits spilling out of her shirt who was “just here for a friends birthday party and leaving in the morning but they all went to sleep and I just wanted one last drink” knowing the bartender by name shoulda tipped me off. 
the next night I saw her at a nightclub where she was hugging the bouncers who all knew her and the actual pimp we had befriended introduced me to her by name. I called her out on saying she was leaving in the morning and she dodged it.
At the end of the night I HAD to know (ahhh alcohol, I love you and your decision making) so I stopped her as my friends and I were leaving and asked “so level with me…are you “working”?”. “what?”. “you know…“WORKING”…”. I did the air quotes and everything. She got a look of disgust on her face and stormed off into the bathroom. I’ll never know for sure if she was a hooker or if I just ruined some gorgeous friendly girl’s Vegas trip (…no, she was a hooker for sure, but it just sounds more dramatic this way)
I’ve since learned how to tell working girls from normal girls (fake iois) but that was an embarrassing night for the ego haha
(fortunately it did not involve anyone with a peen touching my peen. I predict the guy got a handjob and has no idea it was from a dude)
- TWTTWN
Yes, aside from the adam’s apple.
I imagine even hookers get off duty sometimes and maybe just would like hook up with a nice guy for some fun.
Nah, it cheapens the value of the product if they give it away for free.
That’s actually how you can tell they’re hookers on shift haha you escalate really fast with them as if they’re normal girls. A normal girl will show interest and you escalate a bit and she shows more interest and you escalate more till you’re making out. With a working girl she gives you massively high fake interest right away (“this doesn’t make sense I haven’t done anything to get this level of interest this quick, I’m cute but not THAT cute”, like a stripper telling the creepy ugly dude at the stripclub he’s hot) but when you escalate on it if shes working she pulls back because the casino cameras are watching or her pimp or other hookers are nearby etc and she can’t reciprocate the way a normal chick would. Their stuff works on most guys because, like the guy in the stripclub who thinks the stripper is really into him because she told him her REAL name and not his buddies or like the guy in the OP’s story above, most guys can’t tell the difference between real/fake interest.
- TWTTWN
They do.
Giggity.
They ain’t giving it away to the same kind of guys they ask to pay for it.
People always like to say this, but it’s simply not always true. There are indeed some very nice-looking ones, but there are also many horrible ones. Imagine Charles Laughton wearing a dress.
I hadn’t thought of them
There’s a place in Roppongi which is the old time bar. It’s been here longer than I have, and that’s saying something. When I was first in Tokyo, 21 years ago, it was a quiet establishment for Western professionals, mostly playing 70s rock and – unlike traditional Japanese establishments – no hostesses or table charges. It was a nice place to hang out with friends.
Somewhere along the way, Japanese women discovered that there was a little more mature group at that bar than the ones around the corner catering to the kids, and started coming in greater numbers, which drew more guys. Weekdays were still sane, and you could still have a quiet beer with your buddy, but Friday nights became push-your-way-through-the-crowds crazy. That corresponded with my wild period, so I really didn’t mourn the loss of a quiet harbor. A number of competing bars opened up, and this bar even opened a second branch two minutes away.
From its web site:
I’ve seen Friday nights where there must have been 300 – 400 people in there.
Fridays were insane because people could hang out until the subways and trains started running at 5:30 the next morning. If you met a woman at 11:00, there would a degree of uncertainty if she would bolt at 11:30 to catch her train out to the suburbs in Saitama or stay the night.
It was about then that the ladyboys started to show up, mostly Filipinos, and some much more beautiful and feminine than others. One noticeable exception, a rough looking, masculine character who would wear what should have been hawt, sexy revealing fragments of clothes came across as scary instead, earning her the nickname “The Beast.”
Lemann Brothers moved into a skyscraper a half a mile away and a bar opened there, drawing the traders, the women interested in the traders and the men who were interested in the women interested in the traders, and the women who were interested in the men who were interested in the women interested in the traders; emptying out “Old Roppongi” as more people moved to “New Roppongi.”
We got the bar back, only to lose it to a rough crowd of Middle Eastern men rumored to be involved in drug trading. I had a steady girlfriend by then, then broke up with her, met my wife, starting having kids and no longer had the time to toss down $10 gin and tonics.
A good friend invited me out last night, and since my kids are in Taiwan waiting out possible radiation clouds, I got a rare night out.
As it was a weekday night, the crowds were expectedly sparse. A few Japanese businessmen in suits, white shirts and ties; a number of Western men, equally divided between residents and visitors and a surprising number of professionals, mostly Filipinos and Thai, but not all born women. There had always been a number of opportunist hookers there, and understandable so, since the clientele includes a lot of businessmen on trips to Japan, but good god, I didn’t expect every woman there to be a whore.
Most of the time the visitors would make contact, come up and make the moves and then move away when they realized what the score was. We were laughing at Mr. Smooth as he flirted with every girl from afar, finally selecting the ladyboy. My friend asked me if we should let him know, so I asked the teeming masses, but it was too late. Or not, since he had a happy smile when he returned.
The kids will soon be back, so it will be a while again before I get out that late again. It was fun to revisit a place which invokes so many memories. I think most guys look back at their drinking days with a certain nostalgia, and then get into a taxi and go home.
Thank you for that image. Thank you so very much. (insert barfy smiley)
I missed out on all the fun last night apparently. For some reason, I figured out TokyoPlayer was at the club Motown just from his OP.
Let’s get together for a cold cup of sake or a beer!
You can have all the ladyboys. 
When you mentioned “opened up a second establishment 2 minutes away” I thought you were talking about Gaspanic. shudder Good catch, JpnDude!
I’d be up for a cold beer, and I’ll bring my extra chromosome.