ALL I EVER WANTED 14 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER XIV Educating Emi Well, that concluded the filming of _Josei Ryugakusei no Sekkusu Boken_ or _The Sexual Adventures of a Girl Student Abroad_, and for a while at least the Marucho Film Company would be preoccupied with editing their new property into a rough cut. No one had said anything about wanting me to start on a new project. That was just as well since it would, I reckoned, be about a week before the damage inflicted on my arse and thighs was repaired. Lucky Sammy would be able to show off her beautiful nudity sooner, as they had used on her only a cat with normal lashes; but the welts left behind on me by Mr O'Malley's caning, and the pretty tracery of marks from Sammy's use of the cat-o'-nine-tails with the delicately metal-pointed claws, would take longer to fade. Poor darling Sammy was horrified at the damage she had done, and nothing I could say would convince her that I had loved every moment of it and regretted only that she had not known how to whip me more skilfully. She spent hours soothing and petting me with a whole variety of creams and potions all guaranteed to restore the usual ivory perfection of my poor bottom. This luxury had only one drawback: she was so determined that I should get better soon that she would not even think of returning to our lovely morning routine, tickling each other gently awake with the "kitten", as I called the little cat I always kept in my bedside drawer with the other lashes, hoping for a partner who would know how to use them. But I insisted she made it up to me in other ways. And we promised ourselves that just as soon as we were presentable again we would have that evening together we had always planned, visiting some of Tokyo's sexiest night-spots. Meanwhile we enjoyed our new apartment and luxuriated in each other's sexuality, not bothering with clothes for days at a time. We acted out elaborate fantasies - pretending for example to be harem girls, decorating our naked bodies with jewellery, stroking and pleasuring each other as we waited for a summons that never came, climaxing finally in each other's arms. But I am getting ahead of my story. The great dungeon scene was on Monday. Late on Wednesday afternoon, when Sammy was massaging cream into my bottom and naughtily letting her fingers stray occasionally into my cunt and arse-hole in the way she knew I loved, the phone rang. "Is that Kato-san?" said a breathy little voice. "This is Emi. I expect you've forgotten me." "Of course not, Emi-chan! How lovely to hear from you! How have you been since last Friday?" "Very well, thank you," she said primly. "I got your number from Roido-san like you said. He ... he seemed very amused that I wanted it." "Oh, don't worry about that." I felt a little guilty that I had subjected her to this test of overcoming her shyness. "He likes to tease girls a bit when he sees them getting excited about sex for the first time. You had rather a sudden conversion at his house, didn’t you?" "I want to apologise," said Emi formally, obviously determined not to be distracted from a prepared speech. "I didn't know who you were, but my friends tell me you're famous. You must have thought I was very rude." "Oh, never mind that. Which friends told you?" "The men I ... you know, went with ... after you showed me what to do." "So they're your friends now, are they?" "Oh, please don't you tease me too!" begged poor Emi, almost in tears. "I know I'm very inexperienced, and to you I must seem very silly, but something's happened that's completely changed me and it's _so_ wonderful ..." I felt guilty again. Emi was so sweet in her sudden discovery of the delights of sex. Most girls of her age take a little longer to explore their sexuality, beginning with one lover at a time as I had done, but she had indeed changed completely in a matter of seconds. The clumsy schoolgirl had been replaced by a desirable young woman claiming her rights as a sexual being. She must be feeling overwhelmed, still trying to understand the new person she had become - a pretty butterfly who kept forgetting she wasn't a caterpillar anymore. "Are you going to any more parties soon?" I asked quickly. "Oh, yes - that's what I'm calling about. You were so kind and said I could talk to you. I've been invited somewhere on Saturday. They promised there'd be ... you know, undressing and making love and so on ... It sounds such fun. I do hope I can go." "Well, you'd better come and see me," I said in a businesslike tone, "so we can talk about your dress and everything. When can you come?" "Oh dear, it's difficult," said Emi, sounding tearful. "I'm in terrible trouble at home. You see, after the party I went off with some of my new friends and we just didn't stop ... you know ... and it was ages till they'd all had me enough times and one of them agreed to drive me home. My mother was asleep and I managed not to wake her, but she never goes to bed till my father comes in and so she knows I was awfully late. I _think_ I can get out on Saturday night but I have to be so careful ..." "Listen," I said firmly, "can you come here immediately after school?" "You guessed I'm still at school, then?" "Oh, Emi, for Heaven's sake! My office is in Shibuya, off the Dogenzaka, ten minutes' walk from the station. Can you be here by five on Friday?" "Yes, I think so." "Well, don't be late. The staff leave at five-thirty and it's not fair to ask them to wait just for you." Then, thinking I had been too harsh again, I added, "I'm so looking forward to seeing you again. There'll be so much to talk about. And my friend will dress you and make you the most desirable girl at the party. You'll see." "Thank you. I'm looking forward to it too," she said in a little voice and hung up. When I arrived at the studio on Friday afternoon I warned the receptionist to direct my visitor straight to the costume department. I didn't want poor Emi to be mistaken for one of our actresses! We make quite a few _gakusei_ or "schoolgirl" videos but always employ girls who are over eighteen - even if our customers like them to look a lot younger than that. Marucho is a respectable organisation and is very strict about not employing girls below the legal age for appearing in pornography. Some studios are less fussy, but it leads to trouble in the end. So it's not uncommon for young women wearing schoolgirl uniform to show up for appointments, and I didn't want Emi to be put straight in front of a camera! I was chatting with Matsumoto-san over one of her endless cups of green tea when there was a timid knock at the door and a little voice said "Please excuse me." I hardly recognised poor Emi in her school uniform: the cumbersome long skirt, the white socks and sensible black shoes made her calves - what I could see of them - seem thick and shiny, when my memory was of legs elegantly stretched by high-heels, their plumpness only emphasising the youth and freshness of her body. The pretty new butterfly had been obliged to disguise herself as a caterpillar again. "This is the young lady who's going to a party, is it?" said Matsumoto-san with the friendly chuckle she kept for those who shared her intense interest in all kinds of sexual activity. "We'll soon turn you into the belle of the ball. Off with that dreadful uniform!" Emi was a little startled at first but soon recovered her new self-confidence and quickly removed her long skirt, sailor-suit top, blouse and knickers. Matsumoto-san, who always insisted on starting with the shoes when creating an outfit, hunted through her closets and found her an elegant pair of black high-heeled pumps. All of a sudden my pretty butterfly was back, blushing in her charming nudity. "Now, dearie, you're going to your second sex party tomorrow - that's right, isn't it?" Emi nodded eagerly. "And you're hoping to wear a dress that will make every man in the room want you immediately, right?" "Oh, yes _please_!" Matsumoto-san looked Emi over critically, and made her walk, sit and take up various positions. I knew she was imagining her in different outfits, and did not interfere. "One thing you badly need, dearie," she said at last, "is a haircut. Oh no, I don't mean that," she added as Emi's hands flew to her plaits, "your cunt-hair. It's too much of an untidy bush for most men's taste. You don't mind, do you?" "N-no, I don't think so. Whatever you advise ..." "Megumi will take you to the make-up room and they'll attend to it. Don't worry, it will make you look even more charming. Off you go!" "Er, like this?" asked Emi, losing her poise again. "Don't you _like_ showing yourself off naked?" "Of course, I adore it. It makes me tingle all over. But ..." "And you know where you are, don't you dearie? This is a film studio. We make sex videos. This place is full of naked girls, especially up here in costumes and make-up. Off with you, and don't be so silly!" I took Emi down the corridor. A couple of people passed us and smiled encouragingly at her, no doubt thinking she was a new recruit. She relaxed and I put my arm round her waist. As she balanced sexily on her high-heels I could feel her enjoying the others' pleasure in her fresh young nudity. Tentatively, she was beginning to flaunt it. There was nothing happening in the make-up studio and one of the girls readily agreed to trim Emi's bush for her. I left her stretched out in the chair, her feet wide apart on the rest while the girl began to discuss possible styles. "Very nice, Megumi," said Matsumoto-san when I returned. "She has a natural taste for it. Did you see how she couldn't stop watching herself in the mirrors? But she's a bit young isn't she?" "Oh, yes. She's only a beginner. I don't know why I'm bothering, really, except that I felt sorry for her, just a wallflower at her first party." "Of course, that's right, she needs a dress for tomorrow. Let me think. Not the sort of slinky, shiny thing that looks good on you: something fluffy and girlish would suit that pretty plumpness. Now, there was something that came in the other day ..." There was a little tap at the door and Emi returned, blushing with pleasure. The girl had done a lovely job on her, shaving the rough untidy hair completely off her cunt and leaving just a narrow triangle above it, sweet little curls softening the edges, shaped like an arrow plunging towards her pussy. I made her look at her new beauty in the big mirrors. Matsumoto-san was right: she couldn't stop posing and admiring herself. She was so sweet I took her in my arms and kissed her - firmly on her full lips, not just a peck on the cheek. I felt rather than heard her give a startled little "Oh!" Then her lips parted, and my tongue was in her mouth. "Gosh, that was nice," she whispered, starry-eyed, as we broke apart. "We do it at school sometimes, when the teachers aren't looking, but it's never as lovely as that." What fun it would be, I thought, to have Emi to myself for a while. Of course when Sammy and I set up our apartment together we were planning on bringing lovers home for the night, and there was no reason I couldn't take a girl into my bed if I wanted to. After all, Sammy and I often slept together. Or Emi _and_ a man ... lucky man, I thought. I kissed her willing mouth again. "I love you, Kato-san," she whispered when I let her go. "Thank you, but I hope you love men too?" "Oh, I love the things men do to me, but I don't love any particular man the way I love you." "Come and try this on, dearie," said Matsumoto-san from behind us. Blushing prettily all over her neck and breasts, Emi joined her, and I saw at once that my friend had got it right as usual. The little black dress was lacy and from behind gave pretty hints of bare skin through the patterned weave. It had almost no front, just a wide vee from the shoulders to the waist, leaving Emi's full, sweet breasts completely uncovered. The skirt was very short and fastened only by a couple of hooks down the front. There was so little of the dress that it needed something to hold it together, and Matsumoto-san produced a length of soft, twisted gold rope. There were eyelets hidden in the lacy edges of the dress and she threaded the rope through them, from one shoulder diagonally across to the other side, then crossing between the breasts to another eyelet, then another zigzag towards the waist and back up the other way until the two ends could be tied in a neat bow at one shoulder. Emi ran over to the mirror and gazed at herself entranced. She certainly did look enchanting, her naked breasts pointing firmly forward as they were caught delightfully in the zigzagging rope, hinting at a sexual taste she was probably still too young to have developed, the skirt just hiding her bottom and showing off her pretty legs. "Do you like it?" "It's _wonderful_!" Impulsively she kissed Matsumoto-san. "Oh, can I wear it always?" "Well, dearie, until someone wants you to take it off!" she replied with a fruity chuckle. "After all, that's what you're going to the party for, isn't it?" "Oh, yes! Er, how _do_ I take it off?" "Yes, you'd better practice that. Face towards us. Look at your lover, not at the dress. Just undo the bow in the rope - or ask him to do it if you like. Then pull the front of the dress apart. The rope will start to slide out of the eyelets. Take one of the ends and pull it right out, nice and slowly. Now unhook the skirt. See how the dress is just hanging open all the way down? Put your arms behind you and let it fall. Don't look back - ignore it. You're completely naked now for your lover, and you're not interested in clothes any more, are you?" "What do I do with the rope?" asked Emi, twisting it in her hands. Matsumoto-san and I looked at each other. Were we going too fast for a beginner? "Give it to the man," she said at last. "He'll know what to do with it." "Take a step or two towards him and let him have you. That's the time to say something really arousing," I told her. "Oh! What should I say?" "Well, you could try, 'Do you like me better like this?' Or you could say something like what you said to those men the other night: 'Please be gentle with me. I'm not very experienced.' That always drives them wild with desire." Emi just stood there, taking it all in. Then she said, "Can I put my dress on again now?" She made quite a good job of it, with some help from Matsumoto-san, who then took her over to her private corner for one of her cups of green tea and a chat. "Are you really seventeen, Emi?" she asked her when we were all settled, Emi occasionally stroking the gold rope holding her breasts as if she still could not quite believe it was there. "Well, not till next March, actually," she said shamefacedly, "but I thought it sounded more grown-up." "It may _sound_ more grown-up, dearie, but you must remember that you're not grown-up enough to be paid for sex till you’re eighteen." "But I don't want to be _paid_!" said Emi. "Now that I know how lovely it is I just want to go on _doing_ it! All the time, for ever and ever and ever ..." "Well, that's all right, but you be careful. If you let anyone give you money for it and get caught you will be in serious trouble. The police will tell your parents, and your school, and everything. And of course the man will say he didn't know you were underage - that you'd told him you weren't." She wriggled on her seat, then said suddenly, "Can I ask you something?" "Of course," said my friend. "When I was coming out of the station there were some men standing near the Hachiko statue. And one of them talked to me." We both nodded. We knew the sort of man who talked to schoolgirls, standing by the statue of the faithful dog who had waited at Shibuya Station every day for the return of her lost master. He was probably from a modelling studio or agency which employed underage girls, offering them a little extra pocket-money to take their clothes off before the camera or in strip-clubs catering to men with a taste for enthusiastic beginners. "He asked me if I'd like to earn some money, and I said how and he starting telling me, but it was so complicated and I had to say I didn't have time to talk to him. But he made me take his card and I thought perhaps you could explain it all to me." She ran over to where she had left her school uniform and rummaged in her satchel. "Here! You see, it gives his name and his company and everything, and then it says 'Services'. What do these things mean? What's 'Panty Auctions'?" "That's new to me," I said to Matsumoto-san. "Is it the latest word for dealing in schoolgirls' dirty knickers?" There was quite a demand for those: some Japanese men found it stimulating to masturbate with them. You could even buy them from vending machines, complete with a photograph of the former owner, outside the sort of bar where Emi's more adventurous school-friends were no doubt spending delightful evenings dancing shyly for their customers, or as deliciously nude waitresses daintily serving them drinks. Oh, how I wished ... "No," said Matsumoto-san, "haven't you heard about that? It's the latest craze in some of the clubs. Even private parties, sometimes." She turned to Emi. "A panty auction is like a striptease show except that when the girl has taken off everything except her little g-string, she offers to sell it to the men in the audience. And maybe a man calls out an offer, and if you're lucky someone else offers more, and then there's an auction while you stand there begging them to offer as much as possible to see you take your g-string off and become completely naked." "Oh, how _lovely_!" said Emi, fascinated. "Well, one of the men wins the auction and pays the money. Not to you, of course, that wouldn't be legal. And then ..." "And then I take my g-string off, specially for him!" said Emi, obviously imagining herself doing it. "That's right. You come down off the stage and give it to him. And once you're completely nude you're his property to do what he likes with - for an hour, or whatever the rules of the club are." "And he does lovely things to me, and I do everything he asks me to do, with everyone watching ... oh, Matsumoto-san, how _wonderful_!" Emi was almost carried away in her excitement, dreaming of delightful fucking as the slave of a man who liked her enough to buy her. I was getting fairly aroused myself. Surely Marucho had contacts with clubs where this new kind of strip-show took place, and could lend me to them? It was the kind of thing I loved doing, and it would be such good publicity for my new full-length video. "Oh, I'd adore that!" Emi was saying. "Can I?" "Not till you’re eighteen, you can't. It's still money for sex. Even the police know the man hasn't really bought your g-string, he's paid to have you." "It seems such a long time to wait," said poor Emi. Then she picked up the card again. "There's something else here I don't understand: _enjo kosai_. What does that mean?" "It means 'assisted dating'," I explained. "The system is that the agency this man works for keeps a register of young girls who are keen to go on dates with older men. And if a man likes the look of you from your photograph and your description, he pays the agency a fee and they arrange for you to go out with him. You might go to a disco or a bar, and then he will take you somewhere for sex - to a love-hotel, probably." "Am I allowed to do that?" "Yes, so long as he doesn't give you money. He's supposed to give you a present." "What sort of present?" "Most girls ask for designer clothes or accessories, but anything really - anything you specially want that he's prepared to pay for." "And why is that different?" "Well, no one can say a sixteen-year-old girl can't go out on a date, and she's old enough to have sex if she wants to, and no one can tell a man he can't give his girlfriend a present. But if he pays you money, you've broken the law." Emi put the card away carefully in her school satchel. "I suppose I'll need lots of pretty dresses like this one for going out on dates," she said thoughtfully. "That's why you need to be given presents," said Matsumoto-san with a laugh. "But don't worry, you can always borrow clothes from here." "Oh, you're so good to me!" "Let's just say the Marucho Company is making a good investment for the future. Now, I think it's time you went home. Megumi told me you were in trouble for staying out late last week." "Oh, yes, I must! But there's one more thing I want to ask." "Well?" "Can I ... would you mind if I saw some of Kato-san's videos? I'm told she's so famous ... and I didn't know when I met her ..." Matsumoto-san and I looked at each other. There seemed no harm in that. I picked up the internal phone and rang Mr Nagao's secretary, who usually ran the machine in the little preview cinema near her office on the first floor. "I'm so sorry to bother you just as you're about to go home," I said, "but I have a friend here who would very much like to see one of my videos. You know, the original uncensored version without the mask - I don't like to let her take it out of the studio in case anyone finds out." "Of course, Kato-san, I'd be delighted. Which one do you want?" I thought for a moment, then requested one of my earlier thirty-minute videos. It was made before I started including whipping scenes in my performances. Emi might well find her way to an interest in that kind of sex, as I had done when I was not much older than her, but it would be wrong to rush her. I put down the phone. "Now, listen Emi. You get changed, then I'll take you to the preview room. You can see one video lasting thirty minutes, then you go straight home. Tomorrow night you have a lovely time at the party, and next week you come and tell Matsumoto-san and me all about it. I warn you, there is a price for borrowing her costumes, and that is telling her every detail of what you got up to wearing them. Or not wearing them." Emi thought for a moment. "Can't I see more than one?" "No, only one." I knew how overwhelming the first impact of pornography could be on a girl who was just discovering her sexuality. Her imagination needed plenty to work on just now, and in bed for weeks to come Emi would happily replay in her mind every scene from the video. But it was essential to leave her wanting more. "Must I change now? I'd like so much to watch your video wearing my lovely new dress. Then I could feel ... you know ... that I was you. I'm sorry, I know that sounds silly ..." So I took Emi downstairs in her pretty topless mini-dress, her school uniform stuffed into an anonymous carrier bag in which she would later smuggle her party dress home. "Have a lovely time," I said as we parted, "now and tomorrow night. And don't forget to come and see us next week and tell us all about it." "Of course I won't forget! And thank you, for everything!" She stood on tiptoe and kissed me. This time it was her tongue which shyly explored my mouth, till she suddenly broke away, her blush spreading prettily over her neck and breasts. [Next in Part 15: Chapter XV: A Night Out] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams