ALL I EVER WANTED 16 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER XVI Paradise I had heard rumours about the Paradise Club from some of the other girls I acted with, but none of us had ever been invited there. It was said to provide very special sex services for its members, who were all carefully selected from among the best-looking and most sexually active people in Tokyo, in an expensive and high-class ambiance. I was impressed that Bob had access to it. Was he a full member, or did they let him go there because of his valuable connection with American sex magazines? The taxi dropped the three of us outside an anonymous building in Toranomon, not far from Akasaka but an area better known for offices than for nightlife. There was a bank, closed and lights off for the night, on the ground floor. Bob unlocked a discreet side door and let us into a narrow entrance hall, a single elevator waiting for us at the far end. The elevator cage had no floor buttons or indicators, just a slot for Bob's personal key. As we travelled upwards I felt how exciting it was to be committed to an unknown sexual adventure from which there was now no escape. Looking at Sammy, I could see she felt the same. The elevator door opened and we entered a spacious and beautifully decorated reception area. Facing us was a small check-in counter with two girls behind it. As we approached, I could see that they were remarkably beautiful, their good looks enhanced by the transparent blouses in a sheer, silvery material they were both wearing, the nipples of their firm young breasts poking at the thin cloth as if trying to escape through it. The senior girl came out from behind the desk to greet us, her little waist and long, slim legs shown off to perfection by the tight silver miniskirt she wore as the rest of her receptionist's uniform and by her matching shoes. She balanced carefully on the extremely high heels as she walked, her pretty silver-painted toes peeping through the narrow straps. I could see that Sammy and I were likely to face some serious competition in this Club! Bob greeted the girl, not by bowing or shaking her hand, but by taking her in his arms and kissing her. She responded warmly. "Hello, Fujiko," he said, when they had finished. "Sorry to see you on desk duty. I was counting on having you again this evening. We had such fun together last time." She smiled with a charming blush. "Good evening, Mr Williams. Yes, I'm sorry too. But we all have to take our turn, however frustrating it is. I'll soon be finished here, anyway. I was planning on going home then, but since you're here ..." She smiled up at him coquettishly, then looked towards the other girl. "This is Shizue. Her membership has just been approved, and I'm teaching her all she needs to know. Come and meet Mr Williams, Shizue-san." Bob kissed the new girl lightly on the lips. "Welcome to the Club, Shizue-san. I'm sure we'll get to know each other well." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." The material of her pretty silver miniskirt glittered in the light as she gave him a little curtsey. "I've brought two guests tonight, Fujiko," he said. "They're new here." Fujiko turned to Sammy and me with welcoming smiles. "Why don't you just sign them in, Mr Williams," she said, "and then you can go on in while I look after them, and explain the rules of the Club?" "OK, that's great. Fujiko-san will take care of you both, and I'll see you on the other side in - what? Five or ten minutes?" Fujiko watched him as he entered our names in the guest-book; then he disappeared with a wave through a door to the right of the reception area, which Shizue opened for him by pressing a button under the desk. "This won't take long," said Fujiko, leading the way to a group of comfortable chairs arranged round a table, "but there are a few things I have to tell you before you go in." She sat down, her tight silver miniskirt crackling sexily and pulling even further up her thighs to reveal a glimpse of silver g-string underneath. She crossed her legs and swung a pretty sandaled foot as she talked. "I expect Mr Williams has told you something about the rules of the Club?" We both shook our heads. "Well, the aim of the Paradise Club is to provide its members with unlimited, high-quality sex. For us girls there are just two rules: total nudity and complete availability. Once we're through that door -" she gestured towards a door to the left of the reception desk, the opposite side from the one Bob had used "- no clothes allowed. And our mouths, our cunts, our arses - every bit of our bodies - are dedicated solely to the pleasure of our gentlemen members." I found this wonderfully exciting: the idea of being subjected to such strict sexual discipline thrilled me. Bob hadn't explained anything of this. Was he afraid I would have refused to come here if he had? He knew me better than that! Looking across at Sammy, her heart beating fast and short of breath as she gazed fascinated at Fujiko, I could see she was thinking the same thoughts as I was. How did a girl become a member of this Club, I wondered, as surely she did also. I guessed Fujiko could sense our arousal. "But to make it a bit easier for our guests who haven't been here before," she continued, "we don't insist on your being completely available the way I and the others must be. Unless of course you _choose_ to be," she added with an intimate little smile. "Shizue-san," she called to the other girl, "please bring me two wrist-bands." Shizue joined us, and bent over the low table, her erect nipples dragging against the transparent cloth of her silvery blouse. She laid two little strips of silky cloth neatly on the table in front of us, bowed low, and returned to the reception desk, her bottom moving deliciously under her tight miniskirt as she tripped neatly away on the tall, narrow heels strapped tightly to her little feet. Fujiko picked up the strips of cloth and showed us that they were green on one side and white on the other. "Now, as guests you are allowed to wear one of these on your left wrist. If you wear it with the white side showing, that means you are here only as a guest of one of our members, and don't wish to be approached by anyone else. Everyone will respect that. If you wear it the other way, with the green showing, that still means you are a guest, but that you don't mind being invited by other members to take part in sex. And so long as you show the green side, you maintain the right to refuse anything you don't fancy." "But suppose -" I had to clear my throat several times before I could speak clearly, I was so moved by what I had heard "- suppose I choose not to wear this at all. What happens then?" Sammy nodded vigorously and looked from me to Fujiko. She could hardly trust herself to speak but was as keen as I to know the answer. "Well, that means, of course," said Fujiko, "that you're willing to be taken by anyone, and to do anything he asks you, no matter how kinky and outrageous. With everyone watching. There's no privacy here, of course." She looked at our eager faces, and smiled: she could see that we were both willing, indeed desperate, to abandon the protection of the wrist-bands. "But seriously, I wouldn't recommend you to do that right from the start, not on your first visit. Take a look at the place first, and the people, and the things they do to each other. If you like what you see, and your host who brought you here doesn't mind, and you think you can live up to the Club's high standards, then of course you can choose to make yourselves fully available. I do, of course, all the time; and I love doing it. I don't mind telling you it was the happiest moment in my life when I was accepted as a girl member here. Shizue over there is just about to make her debut in the Club, and I know she's going to love it too." She looked across at the other girl, who smiled shyly. "I've been teaching her," she added tenderly. "But you should take your time." Reluctantly we accepted her advice without arguing further, privately promising ourselves to drop the beginner's wrist-band just as soon as we could, and there was no one around to stop us. "Now," she said briskly, "when you go through that door over there you'll find yourselves in a sort of anteroom. There are baskets to leave your clothes and belongings: don't worry, they'll be safe. You keep your shoes on, of course." She looked appreciatively at the sexy, stiletto-heeled footwear Matsumoto-san had selected for our evening at Wilhelmina's. "There is a dressing-table where you can check your appearance and make-up. When you're ready, you just press the button beside the door at the other end of the anteroom. Once you do that, there's no going back. They'll be waiting for you!" We looked at each other excitedly. "So, who's going first?" asked Fujiko with an understanding smile. There was a pause. "Megumi's had more experience of these places," said Sammy. It was nonsense, but never mind. "All right," I said. Shizue opened the door for me by pressing one of the buttons under the desk, and the lights came on automatically as I entered. The little anteroom was just as Fujiko had described it. There was a full-length mirror on the sliding door at the other end, and I examined myself critically as I peeled off my shiny white _bodikon_ dress. Wearing only my shoes now, I spent a few moments showing myself off and posing in the mirror. Then I put my dress, together with my handbag, in one of the baskets on the shelf to my right. On the left was the dressing-table: I sat before it, and touched up my make-up from the wide selection of materials laid out for me; I brushed my long hair and tossed it back over my shoulders so as to leave my breasts free and to feel its gentle, lightly arousing tickle on my shoulders and back. It always gives me a lovely feeling of being feminine and desirable. I couldn't resist decorating my erect nipples with a little touch of silver, glittery make-up from one of the pots on the dressing-table, matching the nail varnish I was already wearing. At last I reluctantly tied on the wristband with the white side showing - just to begin with, I promised myself - and stood up. I checked my appearance again in the long mirror, fluffed up the curls of my already damp pubic hair with one hand, and pressed the button. No going back now, Fujiko had said. The door slid open and then quickly closed again as I passed into the main room of the Club. It was only later, of course, that I was able to get a full impression of the place, but the room was large and elegant with many couches arranged for the use of members, some in the main area for those who completely disdained privacy, others in more discreet corners. I guess there were about fifty people there: the girls all naked of course apart from their high-heels, while a few of the men wore towelling robes. I was standing on a broad shallow step leading into the room, and those members nearest to me were turned to welcome me, smiling and applauding as if they had been expecting me. Bob was right at the front and in a moment I was in his arms. I had been wanting him ever since I had spotted him in the crowd at Wilhelmina's: feeling his naked body firm against mine I realised how furiously the lust had been building up in me during the past hour. For a moment I even forgot about Sammy. Then I realised the others around us were again looking towards the door from the anteroom: I could hear their appreciative comments on Sammy's beauty. I twisted round in Bob's arms so that my arse pressed against his erect cock and his hands could wander to my waiting breasts and pussy. To my surprise I found I could see Sammy under the bright lights of the little room: the mirror in the sliding door, I now realised, was one-way glass and, even if slightly dimly, gave a clear view of her as she examined herself. I wished they had told me: if I had known I was being watched I would have given them a much better show. Sammy obviously suspected nothing: she was running her hands up and down her body, trying to pull her little breasts even more firmly forward, stroking her stomach and arse, playing with the delicate golden fleece which partly concealed her pussy, even inserting a finger into her cunt and then licking it with obvious enjoyment. At last she did what I had done, adjusting her make-up before deciding to take the plunge. She pressed the door button and was welcomed by her enthusiastic audience. Soon Bob's arms were straining to hold two eager girls, both squealing and squirming with frustrated lust. The three of us had been waiting too long to delay any further. Bob took us straight to one of the couches in the middle of the big room and lay on his back, his legs dangling over the end, while other couples settled down around us petting each other as they prepared to enjoy our performance. Sammy and I fought for a while over his cock but soon I left her in possession for a while, kneeling on the carpet between his legs, blissfully taking his erection into her mouth. Instead I squatted over his face and soon felt his tongue skilfully probing my cunt, as his firm hands on my waist guided my hips into the right position. The pleasure he was giving me, and the delightful sight of Sammy ecstatically swallowing and sucking his cock, soon brought me to a first orgasm which partly made up for the evening's long frustration. I could feel Bob swallowing hard underneath me as I bathed his tongue and mouth with my juice. I decided it was time Sammy and I changed round, whether she liked it or not. I scrambled down off the couch and joined her on the carpet. Waiting for the moment when her mouth was on the up-stroke, I started licking Bob's cock on one side, pushing her out of the way till we were working together, sliding our tongues in unison up and down his glistening shaft while he groaned with pleasure. "Come here, one of you!" he called. "Go on, Sammy," I whispered, "your turn." Obediently she moved away and took up my earlier position, sitting over his face. I took his cock fully into my mouth, relishing the combination of his well-remembered smell and the fresh taste of Sammy's saliva. From my position I had a clear view up the length of his body to where Sammy's cunt rose and fell over his tongue, as his hands on her waist and grasping her thighs guided her movements. She was leaning back, her hands grabbing the top of the couch above his head, her body in a taut and graceful arc, her erect nipples pointing at the ceiling. My cunt, only partly satisfied by the probings of Bob's tongue, was demanding something more substantial. I pulled his cock from my mouth and, holding it in position with one hand, climbed onto the couch, squatted over him and fed his well-lubricated erection into my pussy. _That_ felt better! Slowly I rode him up and down, careful not to push either of us over the brink into the orgasm I knew was close. Suddenly Sammy changed position, pushing herself off the couch with her hands and leaning towards me, her arms now grasping my shoulders. As our faces met she gasped, "Oh, Megumi, it's true - fucking a man is _so_ much better than fucking a girl!" There was laughter and applause from some of our audience, but Sammy was too excited to notice. In her new position Bob could more easily get at her clitoris, from both inside and outside her cunt, and his skilful tongue was bringing her to the brink of climax. In our different ways he and I were close, too. I couldn't bear to wait any longer: I began to rise and fall along the full length of his cock, my orgasm only moments away. He knew he could hold back no longer either, and as his last gift to Sammy began tonguing her cunt and clitoris mercilessly. As the two of us clung together she was panting and screaming with the excitement of her climax, and I guess I must have been doing the same. Suddenly his hot cum burst along the length of his cock, bathing me with a pent-up wave of creamy fuck. The three of us were gasping with the thrill of it all, hearts pounding, our bodies flooded with sublime pleasure. Gradually the wave of ecstasy subsided, leaving behind a warm glow of satisfaction. Our audience, having applauded and congratulated us on the splendid show we had given them, began to drift away in search of other pleasures. For a while we sat together on the couch, Bob between us as we patted and stroked the splendid male body which had given us such pleasure. After a while Sammy wandered off and left us alone together. "Bob," I whispered, "there's something I'd like you to do for me this evening." "Sure, what is it?" he asked. "Want me to whip you? You always liked that." "And you liked doing it, didn't you?" I said, wheedling him. "Sure," he said again. "It's always fun when the girl enjoys it. They've got a really neat little torture-chamber here, with everything a girl could want. The girls' committee designed it, mostly. Like to see it?" It sounded a lovely idea, but that wasn't what I had meant to ask for. "Maybe later. But I want you to do something else for me first. Do you remember how lovely it was when you first fucked my arse?" "Yes, sure. It was on our first date, in my apartment in Akasaka, wasn't it? You want me to do that again? Just wait till I get my erection back." "Not me," I said, once again resisting temptation with difficulty, "her." "You mean, your little friend Sammy?" "She's never been taken in the arse. And I know she wants to be - we've talked about it often. She just hasn't met the right man yet. And I thought ... since you used to bugger me so nicely ... and she seems to like you ..." He looked tenderly at her across the room. "Of course, I'd love to teach her. But it may have to wait a bit. I think she's found something else she wants to do first." He was right. I could now see that Sammy was on her knees in one corner of the room, squatting on a pile of cushions to bring her to a convenient height for the man standing in front of her with his cock buried deep in her mouth. There was quite a crowd round her. We got up off the couch and joined them. Sammy was slurping noisily as her head moved to and fro, pulling the man's erection deep into her throat and releasing it again, her eyes half shut with pleasure. Looking at her hands resting on her thighs as she worked, I noticed - a nice touch - that she had turned her wrist-band so that the green showed. "Ready for sex, but at my choice," she was saying to them all. The man came Japanese-style, pulling out of her mouth at the last moment and squirting his cum over her. She lifted her pretty face to him, eyes closed and lips parted, receiving his cum like a flower welcoming the rain. When he had finished she smoothed it a little over her cheeks, then licked her fingers. Another man stepped forward to take his place. Again and again men entered her mouth; again and again she brought them to orgasm. She made no attempt to wipe away their cum. Even when a man came inside her mouth, because he chose to or was too excited to pull out in time, she swallowed only part of his cum, allowing the rest to dribble, mixed with saliva, from the corners of her mouth. Soon her face was just a translucent white mask of cum: there was so much of it that it began to drip slowly off her chin and spatter onto her breasts. Sometimes, as the men changed over, she dreamily smeared the thick mixture into her skin; but otherwise she let the spurts land and drip as they fell. She looked wonderfully sluttish and desirable like that: the light glistened on the drops and rivulets of cum, and the heady aroma of sex rose from her. The men were desperate for her, aroused so much that even when they had had her they quickly rejoined the queue to do it to her again. Suddenly I realised that Fujiko had joined us: naked now, and even more beautiful in her nudity than she had been in the pretty, sexy uniform she had worn in the reception area. She smiled at Bob. "Off duty at last, thank the Gods!" she said. "Have you been getting plenty while I wasn't here?" "Not bad," he replied. "Sammy and Megumi have been keeping me busy." "Let me know if you want me, won't you?" "Sure." She looked across at Sammy. "Looks like the Club has found a new talent." "Yes," I said. "They all seem to want to have a go at her." Bob moved away. He didn't join the queue of excited men, but it was obvious he was more interested in watching Sammy than in talking to us. Fujiko accepted the situation philosophically. "Well, nobody seems to want us," she said, "so let's sit over here and talk." "Tell me about this Club," I said, as soon as we were settled. "How does a girl become a member?" "Oh, that's a long story," she replied. "We've got plenty of time, I guess. Tell me. If you don't mind, that is." "Oh, I don't mind. There's nothing secret about it. The Club's been here a long time. In fact we own this building, and some others in the neighbourhood, so even in these times we can afford to do ourselves well. All included in the cost of the evening, you see." She waved her hand towards a well-stocked buffet table and bar at the other end of the room, which I had been too busy fucking - and watching Sammy sucking - to notice before. "But how does it work?" I asked eagerly. "I suppose I can't just come here and pay at the entrance - I have to be a member first?" "OK, there are two different systems for the girl members and the gentleman members. The men have a committee and that committee chooses the girls." "How?" "Well, you have to be recommended by another member. Then you appear before the men's committee and they interview you. And try you out." "You mean, they fuck you?" "Yes. And if there's a majority that liked you enough, they form a sub-committee of three to give you a real work-out and report back. Then, if everyone agrees, you become a full member of the Club, you are shown off to everyone in your debut, and then you have to be here a minimum number of hours a week. That's organised by the girls' committee." "And what do they do?" "Well, as I said, they arrange a roster so that there are always enough girls here whenever the Club is open. That can be a bit tricky, because many of us have other commitments. For example, Shizue - the new girl you met outside - works as an Office Lady in a big electronics company over in Shinagawa. Lots of the girls are Office Ladies in fact, and of course they can only be here after they finish work. And some are married, and can't stay too late as they have to be back before their husbands get home." "Really?" "Yes. I'm one of the married ones, in fact." "What does your husband think of you working here?" I asked, astonished. "Oh, he doesn't know!" she said with a laugh. "Are you sure?" "Oh yes. Quite sure. He hasn't taken any interest in me since soon after we came back from our honeymoon. So long as I'm there to welcome him home late at night, and see him off to the office first thing in the morning, that's enough for him. In fact I would normally be home by now, but he's working late at the office tonight. I'm just staying on to help Shizue with her debut." I glanced at her, thinking that remark didn't quite ring true. She blushed. "Yes, I know I told Mr Williams I'd stay on for him, but I was going to anyway. Shizue's a sweet girl with real talent, but she's still shy ..." I thought for a moment. I knew that "working late at the office" usually meant doing the rounds of bars and sex establishments with colleagues and customers. "What would you do if your husband walked in here one day?" "I've sometimes thought about that," Fujiko replied. "I don't think there's much risk of it. He's not a member here, of course, and only top management would get invited to somewhere as classy as this. But you know," she added with a sexy giggle, "if he _did_, I'm sure he just wouldn't recognise me." "Really?" I said again. "Oh, no. There are lots of stories about that: bored housewives working in sex clubs, or even just for the agencies which supply the pretty girls who pour drinks at big receptions. Finding themselves looking after their own husbands, I mean - and their husbands not even noticing." I thought about that for a moment. "Tell me something," I said suddenly. "Bob - Mr Williams, that is, told me you had a torture-chamber here." "Yes, that's right," said Fujiko. "Over there." She waved towards a discreet door in the far corner. "We call it the Inferno, of course," she added with a short laugh. "The Paradise Club, you see, and ..." "When we met outside," I said, "you told me the girls here had to do _everything_ the men wanted. For sex, I mean. Does that include ..." "No. That's the one exception. When a girl becomes a member, she has to specify whether she is willing to ... to go in there. If she says she isn't, the gentlemen members are required to accept her decision. We recognise that not all girls like it." She shivered slightly. "I don't, for one." I looked at her sadly. "You're missing a lot," I said. "Yes, I know you think that," she said with a smile. "Don't worry, I know who you are. I've seen all your videos. They're lovely." "Thank you," I said, feeling myself blush foolishly. "I'm sure you adore the whip, and all the other things they use: it shows. And your studio has that ban on faking anything, doesn't it?" "'We Always Do It For Real'," I murmured. "That's right. Shizue loves your videos too. But she's really devoted to the whip - keeps on telling me what I'm missing. Once she's been inducted into the Club, she's planning on spending most of her time in there." She nodded again towards the door in the corner. I imagined the shy, sweet girl I had met outside, chained naked to the wall and screaming in her agony, imploring her lovers not to hurt her, knowing that would inspire them to whip her, cane her, harder and harder, hour after hour ... I returned to reality. "How do the men become members?" I asked. "Oh, we girls choose them," she explained, "just as they choose us." "How does that work?" "It's more or less the same except that the men don't have to fuck the whole committee. A girl can do that easily but you know how limited men are." I shook my head sadly. I knew. "But if the girls' committee like the look of a man, they appoint a sub-committee of three to try him out, just as the men do with us." "What does the sub-committee do?" "Oh, that's _great_ fun! The candidate takes us out to dinner somewhere so we can get to know him. Since it's outside the Club we wear clothes, and we always make sure we wear the sexiest outfits you can imagine. The rule is that he has twenty-four hours to satisfy all three of us - bring us to full orgasm - in each of our three holes. That means fucking nine times altogether, and doing it properly. So he has to prepare for it, building up an appetite for days in advance. And if we fancy him we do our best to help him, dressing up sexily for him as I said." "It sounds wonderful," I said wistfully. "And if he makes a good job of it, you recommend him to the full Committee?" "That's right." "Tell me," I said thoughtfully, "did Bob Williams make a good job of it?" "Oh, _yes_," Fujiko replied dreamily. "I was on his sub-committee. He fucked us all in fine style, and when he'd done his duty he said he thought he could manage one more fuck and would we please decide among ourselves which of our nine holes he was to use. Cheeky devil. But we got our own back on him." "How?" "Well, we said to the girls' Committee that we couldn't make our minds up whether he was good enough, and so they made him do it all over again two nights later. It was lovely. He could only just manage it - but in the end he did. Of course we helped him all we could, and now we say he's the only one of the gentlemen members who went the full eighteen holes." "And now he has to be here several evenings a week?" I asked. "Oh, no! That's only for us girls. The gentlemen members just come here when they feel like it. But they have to pay for it, of course." "How much?" "An entry fee, an annual subscription and a set charge every time they visit. But for that they get as much of everything as they like - there's no other charge." I was about to ask how I could apply for membership, but a couple of Fujiko's regular lovers appeared and claimed her. She ran happily off to be fucked, giving me a cheerful wave as she went, and leaving me alone. I looked round the big room. I knew it was conceited of me; but I felt as if I belonged there, among the beautiful naked girls and the handsome, well-cared-for men with their vigorous erections. Couples were making love so beautifully on the couches around me; some, in couples or small groups, were stroking and petting with delicate attention to each other's needs and pleasure. Pretty squeals and murmurs of delight reached me from all over the room. But there was no sense of urgency: lovers knew they had all the time they needed to bring their willing partners to the heights of ecstasy - just as we shall surely have when we attain the real Paradise. I was about to stand up and go over to see what was happening in the Inferno room. Surely in that part of this beautifully managed Club helplessly bound girls were being subjected to the most exquisite torture by partners who knew how to bring them gradually to timeless heights of delicious agony - another foretaste of the joys of eternity. Perhaps behind that door I could experience it myself? But before I could act on my impulse, Sammy suddenly joined me, sitting beside me on the couch with a deep sigh of contentment. She looked strangely beautiful, her face and breasts hardly visible beneath the thick uneven layers of translucent gobbets and rivulets of cum. I could feel myself becoming intoxicated by the perfume which surrounded her. Her lips and throat were coated so thickly she could hardly speak. "Oh, Megumi!" she said at last, "I've had such a _marvellous_ time!" "I saw," I said. "And please, will you come with me to the bathroom now, and help me clean myself up, I've got something wonderful to tell you!" "Let me guess," I said, my arm round her waist. "It has something to do with Bob?" "Yes! He's promised to teach me ..." "I thought he would." [Next in Part 17: Chapter XVII: Two Debutantes] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams