It's not like I was really short on money.But he didn't have the money to do so either.He started with a certain degree of risk as a "side job" that can earn efficiently.

　I have been interested in this system for several years.She was working as a club hostess in a certain downtown area, and when she decided to quit and work on a single daytime job, several customers approached her about a so-called "lover contract".At that time, I refused all of them, but sometimes I suddenly find that it is more efficient to directly contract only with people I like and provide full service rather than indirectly receiving money from customers as a hostess through the store with hourly wages + account back. There were times when I thought too much about it.

　There is a feeling that being a mistress is somehow seen in the world as a kind of occupation.I also know that it's not just a simple story of a beautiful woman gaining.

　The word [papa katsu] doesn't fit me at all.It feels strange to call a man I met at a dating club Papa.Since this side job involves a physical relationship, the expression "having sex with my dad" seems to make me think of my father... and I feel depressed.

　That's why I started the side business of ``financial assistance with the sharing of time,'' with unfounded confidence that I could do it.

　There are a few things you need to start this side business.

　The condition is that she is an attractive woman who makes men want to spend money.

　Every day, I pay attention to my eating habits so that my skin does not get rough, and I am very careful about the quality and quantity of my meals so that I do not have a sloppy figure.In addition to my face not being that bad to begin with, I have made efforts to stop the deterioration that accompanies aging by removing sagging and preventing spots.I had no idea how much a man would want to spend on me, but I was sure I could make the most of this effort.

　After successfully registering for the dating club, I was ready to wait for an invitation, but I've always been very bad at taking pictures, so I wasn't confident that I would be able to get an invitation right away.After all, in this industry (?), youth and appearance are the game.I was prepared to endure the harshness of having no idea what age or facial level the other women who were trying to do this side job were, and all I could do was wait.

　However, on the first day I registered, I received a call from the club saying that I had been invited, and the time I had to endure the harshness was surprisingly shortened.He remembers being surprised and at the same time feeling more relieved than delighted.

　A sense of security that "Oh, I'm still okay".

　She was aware of the reasons for her lack of self-confidence, such as her photogenic age and lack of transcendental beauty, but she was also aware that since she was a child, her looks were superior to other girls of the same generation. Was.That little pride still remains, and I felt like it was protected.At times like this, she realizes that she must be a boring person.

　I thought that the staff in charge must have worked hard to recommend me, so when I thanked them, I got a very humble reply.The staff member in charge was a very pretty woman who was clearly younger than me, and she thought during the interview that she would receive many invitations if she registered with this club.

To be honest, the reason why I signed up for this club is to meet someone who will support me financially and to meet someone who can be a long-term stable partner. I was interested in the system itself called "Kurakubu".

　Before I got my current job, I was working as a hostess at a club in a downtown area several years ago.When I was about to quit, several customers approached me about a "lover contract". I remember having conversations about specific conditions, such as "How much is it per month?" and "How much can I continue?"At that time, I could only view it from the side, saying, "I will continue to have a physical relationship with a man I don't like or not just for the money I receive every month." rice field.

　However, since then, I have felt it vaguely.

　That is "inefficient".

　A client frequenting a club, accompanied by a favorite hostess and drinking expensive alcohol in the faint hope that one day they will be able to have sex.A hostess is enrolled at an hourly wage of several thousand yen, and while continuing to make customers have romantic expectations (although there may be cases where it is not only romantic love), she earns a steady salary with the addition of the customer's back and companion fee from time to time. matter.Considering this time and effort, I can feel that the dating club is a really efficient and quick meeting place, as someone who has set foot in both worlds.

　With that in mind, I would like to write about my experience of leaving the world of clubs and moving into the world of clubs with a certain amount of determination.

　Although it is non-fiction, detailed expressions are refrained because individuals cannot be identified.Instead, I would appreciate it if you could feel the real experience by writing about my subtle feelings, changes in emotions, and changes in my body.