Japan
has come up with a fine idea for a fun bar, a 'panty bar'.
It is a place where one drinks, gets drunk, and then drops one's
inhibitions. Particularly when women drop their underthings.
Shukan Taishu's reporter was spotted this unfamiliar term, which appeared in
a cryptic classified ad in one of Tokyo's evening tabloids. The ad simply
read: Panty bar. Lewd women. Exhibitionism. Peeping.
This particular panty bar, according to our reporter, operates on a
members-only basis. The first-time outlay comes to 15,000 yen, with each
subsequent visit 10,000 yen.
The establishment is lushly carpeted, requiring arrivals to remove their
shoes at the entrance. Instead of chairs, there's a sunken well in the
floor, similar to the "hori-kotatsu" in Japanese-style restaurants, which
enables patrons' legs to dangle beneath while seated at the counter. It
seats a maximum of 10.
In addition to the counter, the room features a "show space" the size of a
queen-size bed. Red and yellow lamps are strategically positioned to create
an erotic ambience -- suggestively subdued, but by no means too dark to
conceal the activities therein.
The reporter plopped himself down beside an unaccompanied woman. Glancing up
at the ceiling, he saw it was festooned with women's panties of all sizes,
shapes and colors.
Oh those? says the proprietor. They were all left behind by our
customers. Would you like to take a whiff? Some are still fairly fresh, if
you get my drift...
And Kyo-chan, as the woman's name turned out to be, required very little
encouragement. Goaded on by the proprietor, she sloshed down the remaining
contents of her scotch and clambered over to the show space, gesturing for
our reporter to follow. Whereupon she hiked up her skirt, revealing
diaphanous panties, beneath which an abundant black bush beckoned.
The reporter was soon running his fingers up and down against her crotch,
and felt secretions -- first heat, followed by considerable moisture --
percolating within.
Do you want to see more? she asks in a husky voice. She slid the
material to one side and spread herself invitingly. His finger took the
plunge.
Just as there are exhibitionistic women who will bring themselves to orgasm
before a panting male audience, there are women who, after losing their
inhibitions to strong drink, seem to have no objection to snatching a
strange man's schlong and giving it a friendly fondle. That's the kind of
promiscuous place a panty bar is.
The female patrons of this particular shop are known to be somewhat
domineering, and there have been occasions when, encountering a male of
masochistic proclivities, the two will engage in a full-fledged SM session.
There's something about my place that really brings out people's suppressed
libidos, The proprietor winks.
Comment:
Tommy Ducks
26th November 2007
Thanks to Patrick
There was once a pub in Manchester where panties festooned the ceiling
- quote taken from a travel website:
Tommy Ducks used to be famous for having a ceiling festooned with the
underwear of it's female clientele. The tradition was that if you were a
female, you had to donate the underwear you were wearing if visiting Tommy
Ducks for the first time.
Unfortunately, Tommy ducks is no more. It is an EX duck. It has ceased to
be. It has gone to meet its maker. It is pining for the fjords. It was
bulldozed in the early nineties to make way for the car park of the
Bridgewater Hall.