ALL I EVER WANTED 15 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER XV A Night Out "Sammy," I said as we lay in bed together after about a week of frustratingly insufficient activity, "if I don't get properly fucked soon I shall go mad. I love what you do to me," I added, suddenly noticing her disappointment, "but it's not enough - is it?" "No, it isn't," she agreed sadly. "Tomorrow," I said firmly, "you and I are going out. We are going to find some men, and we are going to get ourselves comprehensively fucked. I have a whole week of lost time to make up, and it is going to be one tremendous evening." "Are you sure you're ready for that, Megumi?" she asked anxiously. "I'm sure that if I don't I'll forget how to do it, it's been so long." She giggled. "And I'll tell you another thing," I continued, "my instinct tells me that one of the men we pick up tomorrow will be the one who will finally take your darling little rosebud." "Oh, do you think so, Megumi?" she asked eagerly. "I've been dreaming of it so much recently, I'm sure I'm ready for it! Feel how excited it is." I reached behind her and pressed a fingertip lightly against her anus. It gasped and for the first time let me in a little distance before thinking better of it and pushing my finger firmly away. "You're ready," I said. "Gods, I wish I were a man and had a cock to fuck you with!" But I hadn't, so I did the next best thing. Snuggling deep down into the bed I licked and sucked her arsehole till she begged me to stop, and then sucked and licked it some more. At last she wriggled onto her back and my tongue made the tour of her juicy cunt and her cute little clitoris poking its nose up from the upper corner of her slit - not forgetting to visit her tiny pee-hole and enjoy the drops of warm, salty piss she was too excited to control. And when I had finished she did it all over again to me. It was afternoon before we pulled some clothes on and walked over to the studio. In the costume department Matsumoto-san greeted us with her usual boisterous enthusiasm. "So, how have you two been?" she cried. "Recovered yet? Let's have those skirts up, or off - I want to take a look." Neither of us had bothered with underwear so it was a simple matter to roll our skirts up to our waists and lean forward a little, while Matsumoto-san examined and petted us. "Sammy's back to normal," she declared, "but Megumi, you still have traces of Mr O'Malley's cane. He did lay it on hard, didn't he?" "Yes indeed," I sighed, happily remembering, "it was lovely. Almost as good as Mr Otani." I suddenly remembered that Sammy and I did not normally talk about what her father and I got up to on our evenings together. She never seemed to mind about our relationship, but I could not bear the thought that she might become jealous. I changed the subject quickly. "Anyway, we both think," I said firmly, "that we're ready at last to go out and get some sex. I'm taking Sammy to Wilhelmina's tomorrow night. She's never been there, and it's time she did." "Just for her education, is it then?" asked Matsumoto-san with a cynical smile. "Nothing to do with you getting laid too, I suppose." "_Everything_ to do with that," I said, refusing to be deflected. "So, _dear_ Matsumoto-san, can you please find us the sexiest, shortest, tightest _bodikon_ dresses ever made?" Wilhelmina's was a disco in Akasaka. It is closed now, the victim of Tokyo's remorselessly varying fashion, but in its day it was _the_ place for young people to be seen at - especially Office Ladies, out flaunting their bodies and their aggression after a hard day respectfully serving tea to their male betters. A whole fashion came into being to meet the standards expected at Wilhelmina's: low-cut, tight, revealing dresses with the shortest imaginable skirts, known as _bodikon_, Japanese English for "body-conscious". Underneath you wore, if anything, only g-string panties or thongs, known in Japanese as "t-back" from the way they looked from the rear, and pronounced for some unknown reason "tay-back". Add a pair of high, spike-heeled shoes, and a girl was ready for one of the most arousing evenings to be found anywhere on the Tokyo sex scene. We were quite early - too excited to wait till the evening really hotted up before making our appearance - and the big room was only two-thirds full. It was dominated by the famous platform. A newcomer would expect it to be used for some kind of show, but at Wilhelmina's we girls _were_ the show. That is, the really choice ones among us were. The platform was policed by self-appointed regulars, and you did not climb up there unless you were wearing one of the sexiest _bodikon_ dresses in the place, and were ready to dance provocatively and aggressively. Otherwise you would soon find yourself elbowed off. There was still a bit of room on the platform and no one objected as I claimed a place on it. Sammy and I obviously belonged together in our tiny, skin-tight dresses, mine in slinky white plastic material and hers in shimmering gold, identical except that I had chosen to come without panties while she was wearing a matching gold t-back; but she was clearly less welcome. "Who's your _gaijin_ friend?" asked the girl next to me disdainfully. "My partner," I said firmly, joining in the vigorous, high-kicking dance. "We belong together." Her face brightened. "Oh, _rezu_ couple are you? That's brilliant!" "Sometimes," I replied. After all, we were only temporarily lesbian for lack of alternatives. "But tonight we're looking for men." "From _that_ lot?" she asked scornfully, gesturing at the audience. Most of the people at floor level were girls, who normally left their offices earlier, but I knew they would soon be outnumbered by voyeuristic men. As we spoke a middle-aged _sarariman_, already slightly drunk, pushed his way with a group of friends to the front of the crowd where they could look up our ultra-short skirts, and see if we were wearing panties or not. My new friend scowled at him, but he only grinned more stupidly. Encouraged by his mates he pulled his wallet from his back pocket, extracted two Y10,000 bills and held them out to her. Taking careful aim, she stepped forward and with her next high kick caught him firmly on the chest, then straightening her leg so that the tall, metal-tipped spike heel would have stabbed him if his friends had not dragged him away in time. He fell back into their arms, looking as if her punishment had made him come in his pants. "Filth!" she said. "We come here to please ourselves. We sell ourselves to men like that during the day, treating them like Gods in their offices. That's enough!" She gestured angrily at them as she continued her vigorous, aggressive dance. They grinned happily, dreaming I could guess of being tied up, beaten, trampled, pissed on by such a girl. It was strange: treating our lords and masters like that should have given us a sense of power, but since that was what they _wanted_ us to do to them, somehow they won. As usual. Still, I admired the girl's spunk. "That's right!" I said. "Here we do what we like." I glanced at Sammy on my left, excitedly picking up the rhythm of the dance. The girl had spoken so fast, and with so much vulgar slang, that she could not have understood. It was strange to think that next Monday this virago would be obediently serving such men in her pretty, pastel-coloured office uniform - all the more subservient for having worked out her aggression this evening. She was speaking to me again. "Now, there's a man I might choose for tonight!" she said. I followed her gaze and suddenly recognised someone I knew. He was an American called Bob Williams: we had been lovers for a few weeks last spring before Sammy's father had come back into my life. He was a journalist, commissioned by American magazines to cover the Tokyo nightlife and sex scene. During our time together we had jointly written a long piece about my life so far, and he had helped me understand, and explain, why group sex and being whipped and displaying myself nude before an audience were all such an important, and natural, part of my sexuality. He was supposed to be getting it published for me: it was high time I asked him what progress he had made. Suddenly I remembered something else about Bob. He had been an excellent lover in all respects but I had especially enjoyed the way he fucked my arse. (And there had been one memorable occasion when he had tied me up and whipped me gloriously for hours till I fainted, but that was too exciting to recall just now.) He had not been the first to take my arsehole - my adored Mr Otani had done that - but I thought how gentle and yet fulfilling he had been, allowing me no escape but always conscious of my needs. Here was the man I should offer Sammy to! I seized her by the arm. "Look, Sammy! See that man there? The _gaijin_? He's a great friend of mine! You must meet him." Quickly we scrambled off the platform, pursued by my new friend's indignant cries of "Bitch! He's mine! Call yourself a _rezu_? You're no friend of ours!" "Hello, Bob!" I was saying already. "Remember me?" "Megumi!" he cried. "Of course I do! I thought that was you up there, and I was just thinking how nice it would be if we could meet up again this evening. How've you been?" Without waiting for an answer he took me in his arms and I stood up on tiptoe as he kissed me, his hands caressing my naked bottom through the tight skirt of my dress. As soon as I could pull apart from him sufficiently, I introduced Sammy. "Hello, Sammy," he said, holding out his left hand while his right continued to arouse me, "you from the States?" "Yes, I'm American," she said. "Mostly, that is." "Been here long?" "Just a few weeks. I'm sharing with Megumi for a while." "That's great!" "Got any plans for tonight, Bob?" I interrupted impatiently. "Depends," he said. "How about you two?" "Look, Bob," I interrupted, "I know this sounds as if we're in a dreadful hurry, but the fact is, for various reasons to do with my studio - you remember I worked for Marucho? Well, I still do - anyway, neither Sammy nor I have had a man for about a week, and we came here hoping ..." "Found anyone yet?" he asked teasingly. I had never propositioned a man as blatantly as this - not off-screen, that is. But why not? It was what we had come here for, and Bob was an old friend. I thought of the things he might soon be doing to me, and my heart beat fast with excitement. "Well, when I saw you here, and remembered how good you always were to me, then I thought, well, if you've got no other plans tonight ... maybe, you know ..." "I see," said Bob, "and here I was planning an early night ..." he yawned realistically. By now his free arm was firmly round Sammy's waist, and he bent down to kiss her. She smiled up at him happily. "Still, if you need my help, always pleased to oblige ... maybe I could call up some friends, make a party of it?" "Where can we go?" I asked firmly. "You live nearby, don't you?" "What about here?" asked Sammy, daring. "Would anyone notice, or mind?" "Well, darling, no not here, and yes they would," said Bob. "It's a funny thing about Wilhelmina's: you're allowed to do just about everything short of actual fucking, but if the management catch a couple really having it off, they're barred. Don't know why, something to do with their licence, I guess." I was wriggling my bottom encouragingly against his erection. I could see that his left hand had already found one of Sammy's tits. "Megumi was telling me about a strip-club she knows where they have Amateur Nights ..." Sammy was suggesting hopefully. "But you're giving me a good idea," he went on, ignoring her. "Why don't I take you to the Paradise Club? We can do anything we like there, and this time on a Friday there's usually quite a swinging crowd." [Next in Part 16: Chapter XVI: Paradise] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams