I AM NOT ASHAMED 14 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO CHAPTER XIV The Second Test I arrived at the office punctually as usual on Monday, determined to swallow my pride and ask Shizue where a girl should go to buy the really sexy clothes I longed to wear. But I forgot about that the moment I saw the envelope on my desk. The Second Test was about to begin at last! Dear Kimiko, We showed your video to our friends at our regular party on Friday night, and everyone agreed you were _fantastic_! It doesn't matter that you only went as far as Kyoto: the important thing is that you picked up a man, just as we told you to, and made him pay for the weekend. And what _incredible_ sex you had! Bondage, whipping, caning, golden showers - and those beautiful little tattoos! You do know what they mean, don't you? From now on you can never deny the truth about yourself. Every time you show yourself to a lover, you will be telling him that what you _really_ want is to be tied up and whipped! Lucky you! Some of our group are desperate to see you and make you submit to all the lovely things you enjoy so much. So we agreed to invite you to our next meeting. It's on Friday, 22 October. Put it in your diary now. You'll get instructions later. Remember, this is not just a social invitation. It will be your final Test. You are going to be tried out by a real expert, not just a casual pick-up, and we warn you he will be difficult to please. But to begin with you need suitable clothes, and buying them for yourself will be your Second Test. You made a good start with your new wardrobe yesterday, but you don't really know much about sexy things, do you? You need to go where the professionals and experts do their shopping. So some evening this week after work you are to go to Asakusa. You know where the big Kannon Temple is, of course. About a third of the way down the approach, on the left after the Kaminari Gate, there is a big shoe-shop. Professional girls buy their shoes there - the shop has lots of sexy things! For the party you will need a really exciting dress and the shoes to go with it. It's up to you to discover where to buy the dress: that's part of the Test. We're just pointing you in the right direction by telling you to go to Asakusa; but if you choose something _really_ sexy in the shoe-shop, and then ask where you can find a sexy dress to match, someone will probably help you. On Thursday you'll get instructions on where to find the party where you will submit to your final Test. Meanwhile, enjoy your shopping! - Tomoko and Shizue I was absolutely thrilled. Not only was I being accepted by a group of people I desperately wanted to please: Tomoko and Shizue had answered my question on where to buy the clothes I wanted. It would never have occurred to me to look for them in Asakusa. Of course I had been there: the Kannon Temple is one of the sights of Tokyo, a rare traditional area which survived the earthquake, the war and the modern rebuilding. I remembered a broad pedestrian street of shops in front of the Temple, but surely they sold nothing but souvenirs and furniture for Buddhist altars. The "professional" girls bought their clothes there, did they? I was sure that meant the bar-girls and prostitutes whose life-style fascinated me. Despite my - secretly rather thrilling - experience yesterday afternoon, I didn't really want to _be_ one of them, but I longed to _look_ the way they did! Why wait? I would go to Asakusa that very evening. Checking that my boss was not in his office, I daringly telephoned my mother and briefly told her I would be late home. She seemed surprisingly relaxed about it, hardly realising that her younger daughter was preparing to do something which would determine her whole future life. Maybe Fumiko had already spoken to her and urged her not to fuss over me. It was already nearly dark when I walked through the Kaminari-mon or Thunder Gate, a gigantic structure painted in red lacquer, the Buddhist deities of thunder and lightning on guard beside it, an enormous paper lantern hanging from the roof. The approach to the Kannon Temple was a cheerful place, full of families out for a cheap evening, young girls in tarty dresses pretending not to notice they were being eyed by young men, groups of schoolgirls in uniform giggling as they were eyed by older men. I felt a little out of place in my smart office clothes. I soon spotted the shoe-shop on the left: a big place largely open to the pedestrian street. Before entering I walked on further. I was hoping to identify a suitable dress-shop so as to spare myself the embarrassment of enquiring; but also some instinct told me a new enterprise like this should first be blessed by a prayer to the Lord Buddha. At the end of the shopping street was another huge gate, and then an open square from which the temple itself was visible. On the left were the Shinto shrines where the spirits of this sacred place were worshipped in a different but harmonious way; in the centre was a large incense burner. A group of elderly people - mostly women - were clustered round it, waving the smoke onto the parts of their bodies which suffered from aches and pains in the hope that it would do them good. I walked on. To the right was a covered fountain with long-handled cups for the use of visitors. I rinsed one of them, then poured a little of the clear water over my hands and washed out my mouth. Purified, I approached the temple and walked up the broad steps with the other worshippers. It was dark inside but I could make out the gilded female statue of Kannon, the Buddha of mercy and compassion. I threw some coins into the big collection box at the top of the steps, taking care to be generous and make up for having had nothing to give at the Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto. I bowed for a few moments over my folded hands before turning away and going back down the steps. There was no need to say, even silently, what I wanted: the Lord Buddha would know - had always known, even before I did. The shoe-shop was so big I hardly knew where to start. Even after I had eliminated displays of "sensible" or outdoor footwear, there was rack after rack of charmingly sexy shoes with narrow heels, ankle-straps hinting sweetly at bondage, pretty open sandals which would show my feet almost naked - nearly every pair I tried on flattering my legs delightfully. An assistant tried to help me, but I was so overwhelmed by choice that she soon left me to make up my own mind. "Now _they_ really suit you," said a woman's voice behind me. I was trying on - for the third time - a pair in glittering silver with absurdly high heels and pretty silver ankle-chains, and had almost decided to buy them. I swung round, nearly overbalancing on the needle-sharp spike heels which were making my legs look so slender and shapely in the floor-level mirror. "Thank you," I said. She was rather older than me, and dressed smartly in a short green skirt and matching shoes with gold heels. She carried a coat over her arm. "But what kind of dress are you planning to wear with them? Will they go with it all right?" Of course I had no idea. I looked at her beseechingly. "I was planning to buy a dress too, but I don't know where ... do you know the shops in this neighbourhood?" I managed to stammer out at last. "Sure! I work nearby and buy most of my clothes round here. Why don't I show you? I'm in no hurry." "Oh, but ..." "Now, I can see you love those shoes, and they certainly do a lot for you, but why don't we see if we can find you a dress to match? Leave them here for the moment - no one's going to walk off with them in the next few minutes - and I'll take you to one of my favourite dress-shops." "You're being very kind," I murmured. "My name's Kimiko, by the way. Kimiko Kobayashi." "Hello, Kimiko. I'm Sachiko." She looked at my OL uniform. "I can see you work in an office." "Yes, in Shinagawa." "I used to work in an office, till I realised the Gods made girls to do more exciting things than serving tea and filing papers. Better paid things, too. Come with me." She led me out of the shop and down the street at a brisk pace, the heels of her pretty green-and-gold shoes tapping on the stone pavement and her wide short skirt swinging sexily. She took a turning and soon I became lost as we zigzagged through the ill-lit back-streets. "Sachiko-san! Welcome! What can we do for you this evening?" said a cheerful male voice as we entered a shop. It was open to the street like the shoe-shop, though of course it was much smaller: bunches of dresses protected by clear plastic covers were hanging on racks protruding onto the pavement. "Nothing for me today, thanks, but I've brought you my new friend Kimiko who needs a sexy dress to please her lover." "Well, she's come to the right place for that. No lover was ever dissatisfied with a girl who wore one of _our_ dresses. You know my motto, Sachiko-san: if you wear one of ours on a date and don't get fucked, bring it back and we'll change it. Either that or you change your lover." He laughed easily, and looked me over. "Well, what sort of thing are you looking for, Kimiko-san? What turns him on - whoever he is, the lucky man?" "I've found a pair of silver shoes," I said firmly, refusing to be disconcerted by this banter, "glittery and with very high heels. So I'd like something in silver to go with them." "Short, of course?" "Yes please. As short as possible." "No problem." The young man reached for a long pole with a hook at one end and began searching skilfully through the rows of dresses hanging overhead. Soon he had half-a-dozen different styles to offer me. "That's about all we have in silver in your size just now. They're all short, but if you like one of them and want it even shorter we can fix that for you quickly enough. Come inside and try them on." "Inside" was still rather exposed to the street and there was no changing-room, but I soon got used to the idea of displaying myself in underwear and tights while I tried on the young man's suggestions. With Sachiko's expert advice I was soon able to make a choice. It was in glittering silver, a tight sheath from below my breasts to well above my knees, completed by a little halter-neck top which more or less covered my breasts. Tied to the plastic hanger was a sweet little g-string in the same glittering material - just a tiny triangle with narrow straps to tie in bows on my hips. "Of course when you're wearing a bra you can't really see how nice it looks on you." Demurely I turned my back on him and removed the lacy white bra of my office uniform, then retied the silver bow behind my neck. I could tell without looking that the young man was enjoying the glimpses of my naked breasts through the sides of the loose upper part of the dress. I didn't mind: it was nice to know I pleased him. I looked at myself in the mirror. I stood on tip-toe to imagine how my legs would look supported by the lovely high heels I had already chosen. I raised my arms and piled my hair on top of my head, trying how I looked with my back fully bared. The skirt rose higher but still just managed to cover my bottom and crotch. "Very nice, dear," said Sachiko. "I really think you should have that. But it needs to be a bit shorter and rather tighter." "Do you really think so?" "Yes, of course! A dress like that needs to look as if it's been _painted_ on. And it should show a glimpse of your panties when you lift your arms over your head, and it doesn't even begin to do that, does it? But do you like it otherwise?" "I love it," I said firmly. "Right, that's settled." She turned to the young man. "How soon can you have the alterations done?" "Er - Wednesday?" he suggested tentatively. "That will be all right," I said. "I don't need to wear it till Friday." "The top's fine, of course," said Sachiko. "Those pretty breasts of yours fill it nicely." The silver triangles of the halter-neck only partly covered my breasts, and my hard nipples visibly pointed through the thin cloth. I expected the young man would want to take my measurements, but instead he just walked round me examining me carefully. From behind I felt his hands lightly hold my waist and then my bottom. "Yes, I've got it, take the seams in here and _here_ so that it's really tightly stretched ... that should look very nice ... and how much off the skirt, two centimetres?" "Three," said Sachiko firmly. "Maybe four." She took hold of the front of the skirt and the tips of her fingers briefly brushed my crotch. "Well, let's say three-and-a-half. That should do it." "Well, if you'd like to take it off and leave it with me," said the young man, "it'll be ready for you on Wednesday evening. And if I may," he added, "I'll find you a pair of long silver gloves to go with it. No extra charge, of course: just something to welcome a new customer. I think that will look very nice - don't you?" Silently, lost in a dream of delicious sensuality, I changed back into my uniform. I was so preoccupied I could not even answer at first when he asked my full name. Sachiko told him, and the young man wrote it on a piece of paper which he pinned to my dress before hanging it in a corner with other clothes awaiting alteration. "Now I'll allow you to buy those shoes!" said Sachiko gaily. "We'll tell the shop to keep them for you, and you can pick them up on Wednesday at the same time." I was still silent. The sensation of the tight dress on my body had stirred some very special memories - a desire to feel the whole of myself as intimately embraced as _his_ cock must have felt, gripped by my narrow anus ... "Is there anything else I can do for you?" the young man asked politely. "Yes," I said, making up my mind at last. "Something quite different. D'you have a corset? I mean -" I was not quite sure what I _did_ mean "- not one of those old-fashioned things, something nice, to hold me really tight, that people will enjoy looking at ..." "Of course, I know just what you want. Come to the back of the shop and I'll show you." Right at the back were shelves and a tiny counter. He began to lay things out for me. "What colour did you have in mind? Most of what we have is in black - that's very popular." "Shiny black is best," said Sachiko firmly, "if you've never worn one before." "Would you like it to cover your breasts? Or are you thinking of something that just constricts your waist?" "Just my waist," I murmured. The thought of the contrast between my waist cruelly bound by the shiny black material, and my breasts and bottom flaunting naked and unrestrained, was so exciting that I could hardly speak. The young man hunted again in his shelves. "Perhaps you would like to try this one?" Quickly I slipped off my jacket and blouse once more. "It would be best if you took off your bra as well = if you don't mind." I did so without hesitation. It was so exciting to feel the material against my skin, his strong fingers tightening the narrow straps at my back. I looked admiringly at the sensuous vision in the mirror. "I wonder," he said from behind me, "maybe a size smaller would be even better - if you could bear it?" It was. Even better. And of course I could bear it - I _longed_ to bear it. "May I - may I keep it on a little longer? Of course I'll have it, but I don't want to take it off just yet ..." "What you really need to go with it," said Sachiko, "is long black boots and gloves." "Of course!" said the young man. The skin-tight gloves took a while to slide onto my arms, but a few puffs of powdered chalk from a plastic dispenser did the trick. While he was hunting for matching boots I took off my shoes and tights, and then after a moment's hesitation my white panties too. Well, why not? With the skin-tight high-heeled boots reaching way up my thighs, I looked at myself in the mirror for a long moment. "Oh, how _lovely_!" I said at last. I didn't mean my own appearance, though I might have done. I meant the things that would surely happen to me when I presented myself to my lovers in such provocative, helpless beauty. My companions left me in peace to enjoy my dream. At last I allowed myself to be stripped of my finery, which was carefully packed into an anonymous carrier-bag. "Until Wednesday, then," said the young man politely as Sachiko and I left his shop. "Thank you so much for your custom, Kobayashi-san. Now that I know the sort of thing you like and what looks good on you," he added in a softer voice, "I should be delighted to find other things for you. It will be my pleasure to dress you so that you really look your best on your dates. Please rely on me." Sachiko led me briskly back to the main temple approach, pointing out the way and making sure I could find the dress-shop again on my own. Her heels tapping sexily on the pavement, she accompanied me to the shoe-shop and waited impatiently while I paid for my beautiful silver shoes and arranged for them to be held for me till Wednesday. "Now I must say good-bye," she said briskly. "I shall be late for work." I pulled myself out of my daydream. "Oh, but you've been so kind to me! I can't thank you enough!" "Nothing - you're most welcome. But forgive me if I rush - I mustn't be late." I couldn't bear to lose her company so soon. I might never meet her again. "Where _do_ you work?" I said quickly. "And what do you do? Can I walk with you as far as ... wherever it is?" She looked at me dubiously for a moment. "All right," she decided at last. "But you mustn't be shocked." She set off again briskly; I skipped along beside her, trying to keep up. "I work in what they call a Pink Salon. You know, where men come to be serviced by girls." "Oh! Is it a private club?" "Oh, no! Anyone can come." "But there _are_ private clubs, aren't there, where the girls dance naked, and ... and anything is allowed?" I couldn't bear to think that my fantasy might after all be just that. Sachiko smiled at me. "Yes, there certainly are, but you won't find them in _this_ part of Tokyo. There's nothing exclusive about Asakusa. You need to go to Akasaka, and off the Ginza, to find places like that." "And how do girls get to work there?" "Well, obviously there's an audition, and even then a girl is only employed as long as the management are satisfied the customers - the members, I mean, in that sort of place - really like her." "Have you ever worked in a club like that, Sachiko?" I asked hesitantly. "Oh, no! That's not for the likes of me. I'm more the cheap and cheerful kind. Quick and often, that's me. The exclusive clubs are looking for young, beautiful high-class girls - you know, _o-josama_, princess types." My heart began to pound painfully as I suddenly remembered that Tomoko and Shizue had said, when they subjected me to my first Test, that _I_ was a nose-in-the-air princess type! I knew I wasn't, not really, but even if I only looked like one, perhaps there was hope such a Club might take me on ... that if I could act the part well enough men might enjoy the fantasy of an apparently high-class girl whose secret sexual desires were anything but high-class - who was eager to do whatever they wanted, the more wonderfully perverted and _un_-princess-like the better ... "And of course all the girls who choose to work in a place like that must be crazy about kinky sex, as well as being princess types, and the men find that really exciting." She stopped for a moment and looked at me sharply. "Are _you_ crazy about things like that, Kimiko?" she asked severely. Well, I was of course - or was learning to be at least, ever since I found out the truth about myself at Megumi's wedding. But somehow I didn't want to say so outright to a comparative stranger. For a moment I was tempted to ask "Things like what?" - but then I decided to change the subject. "Isn't there a Club like that in Akasaka called the Pink Pussycat?" I asked, feeling my way. "Don't know it. Of course the top Club of them all is the Paradise Club. It's a sort of legend. Every girl in the business dreams of being accepted there, but hardly anyone's ever seen the inside of it. I certainly haven't, though they say it has its own building off Kasumigaseki. I sometimes wonder if it really exists. Perhaps it's just a myth, invented to encourage us girls to work harder in the hope of making it to the top.[4] Anyway, this is where _I_ work. D'you want to see inside?" "May I? Oh, I'd _love_ to!" We had reached a door in a dark side-street. An illuminated sign above it said "Pinku Saron Bara", with a little picture of a pink rose, which is what _bara_ means in Japanese. I suddenly remembered that _bara_ had been the name of the table at which I had been placed at Megumi's wedding, the day my life changed ... Sachiko stood aside politely as a man came out, adjusting his trousers as he walked to make them sit more comfortably. Then I followed her inside and found myself in a long corridor, small rooms with open doorways on both sides. As my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light I saw that in most of the rooms a man was sitting, either alone or with a woman kneeling on the floor in front of him. There was a bustle of girls hurrying to and fro along the corridor, and a rather musty smell as if the place were never properly cleaned or aired. "Evening, Sachiko," said a man presiding at a desk at the end of the corridor. "Just in time! We're busy tonight." He interrupted himself to bark into a microphone, "Aiko to number 17! Hurry up!" He turned back to us. "Who's this?" he asked. "This is Kimiko," said my friend. "I've only just met her but I think she has what it takes. Mind if she goes round with me?" "Sure, you usually have an eye for talent. (Yoko, number 5 is waiting!) Make sure she knows she's just here to learn. You can try her as a _momo_ if you think she's picking it up fast enough." We pushed past the dispatcher's desk into a tiny room where a couple of girls sat with their shoes off, taking a break. They looked at me curiously. "I suggest you take your tights and panties off," said Sachiko. "Otherwise they'll get in the way." "What's a _momo_?" I asked as I peeled them off and stowed them in the carrier bag containing my new purchases. Of course I knew that the word meant "peach" but I wanted to know its technical meaning in a place like this. "A beginner who's allowed to stroke the customer's thighs and balls but has to hand over to someone like me to finish him off," she explained briefly. The dispatcher's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Sachiko, you ready? Number 9!" I followed her as she hurried off to find her first customer of the evening. He was sitting on a plush-covered bench in a tiny room, his trousers and underpants already round his ankles. "Two?" he said as we came in. "Didn't order a bicycle. Only paying for one." "Of course, sir," said Sachiko, "only a new girl who's here to learn." So _jitensha_ - "bicycle" was the professional term for being fucked by two girls at once. The man looked at me more carefully. "OL style, eh? Great." I realised that being fucked at the office by an insatiable OL still in her miniskirted uniform came near the top of many men's sexual fantasies. "What would you like, sir?" Sachiko was asking. "_Enaru pure_ and _rippu pure_,"[5] replied the man. Sachiko hunted in her bag for a packet of condoms. She tore one out of its foil wrapping and fitted it over the middle finger of her left hand, then tightened it with a small elastic band and coated the tip with lubricating jelly. She knelt in front of the man and reached behind his naked buttocks. It hadn't occurred to me that a man could enjoy having his anus penetrated just as a woman could, but he soon began to groan with pleasure at Sachiko's skilful "anal play", her lubricated finger pushing its way into him and tickling his prostate. The sensation soon brought his cock to full erection, and Sachiko began "lip play", sucking him deep into her mouth. I might be only a _momo_, a beginner, I thought, but _I_ can do that! "Please let me!" I begged her. Sachiko slid his cock out of her mouth, holding it in position for me with the finger and thumb of her right hand encircling the root. I took it happily into mine, enjoying the warm taste of her saliva along with the irresistible smell of male sexual arousal. I flicked my tongue tantalisingly across the sensitive underside and, even though my head and throat were at the wrong angle, managed to swallow at least a little of it. "Great! Oh, great!" gasped the man. "But no, stop a minute." I looked up at him anxiously. Sachiko too stopped her rhythmic probing of his anus. "I want _umanori_," he gasped. "No, no," said Sachiko quickly, "you know that's not allowed. No direct genital contact." But I had already guessed what "horse-riding" must mean. "Oh, please let me do it!" I begged. "It sounds lovely." "All right then, quick - I'll keep a look out." I stood up and pulled my tight skirt up round my waist; then straddled his legs and, facing towards the door, took his wet erection into my cunt. He seized my waist and guided the speed of my up-and-down movement. It felt beautiful, and must have been heaven for him as Sachiko continued to stimulate him from the rear as well. Soon enough, with a great gasp of pleasure, he came. As the two of us pulled away from him Sachiko gave his ebbing erection a quick wipe with one of the pile of damp cloths[6] lying rolled up on a little tray on the side-table, passing it then to him to finish the job with. I took another and wiped myself clean as Sachiko removed the condom from her finger. She neatly swept up the debris and deposited it in a little swing-top container by the door as we both bowed low to our customer with murmured farewells. "Why isn't genital contact allowed?" I asked her as we waited for her next call. "Because this place is registered with the local authorities as a snack-bar," she said. "As a _what_?" "That's right. In theory we're just serving the men drinks and entertaining them. And a certain amount of touching is allowed to bar hostesses but if you're caught screwing the customers you can end up in court and the Salon could be closed down. Unless they have good _kone_ with the police, of course," she added, using the Japanese abbreviation for "connections". "But isn't that rather silly?" I asked. "Surely everyone knows what really goes on here?" "Of course it's silly. Any attempt to control the sex trade is silly." From then on it was a mad rush from one cubicle to another. I noticed that in each there was a tiny table with a couple of glasses and small, rather dusty, bottles of beer: there wasn't time to ask Sachiko what they were for but I guessed they were ready in case, in an emergency, the "Pinku Saron" had to switch over in a moment to being the "snack-bar" it officially was. As we went round Sachiko quickly explained to me the meaning of the specialist requirements as I carried them out with increasing confidence. I began to make suggestions myself to more bashful customers, and Sachiko no longer tried to stop me indulging myself and my clients with full genital contact - either "horse-riding" or the face-to-face equivalent, _dakko-chan_ or "little dolly". My customers often wanted me to take off the jacket and blouse of my office uniform before I started, and when they saw my plump firm breasts decided to request _paizuri_ or breast masturbation. It was a nice feeling to take a man's erect cock between my breasts, and rub and squeeze it till his hot cum poured generously over them. A new trick for me was called "bowling" or _tamakorogashi_, which meant taking his balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue and discovering which parts of his scrotum were most sensitive to my delicate licking, while with my hands I stroked his cock till he could stand it no longer and covered my face with fuck. It made me giggle though when Sachiko told me that coming over a girl's face was known as _korifuawa_ or "cauliflower" from the look of the white gobbets of cum decorating her cheeks. It was lovely, anyway, whatever the technical name for it, and I was always sorry to have to wipe my face clean ready for the next customer. But she insisted that I leave "anal play" to her, as it required special practice.[7] After a couple of hours Sachiko said we were entitled to a breather and I remembered I had to get home. "You've done very well, Kimiko," said the dispatcher as, a demure little OL again with panties and tights firmly in place, I said my farewells. "The customers gave you straight A's and B's." "You mean, you ask them to rate us?" "That's right. A to F. Any girl who gets F's is fired at once. D's and E's are pretty dodgy. (Aiko, will you get your fat ass over to number 12 at once?) Keeps the girls on their toes. But you can have a job here any time you like. Sachiko will tell you what we pay." "Thank you." I had a sudden inspiration. "Can I do anything special for you before I leave? It must be so frustrating for you, sitting here all evening without getting anything yourself." "Thanks, Kimiko, but there's a gay S&M place round the corner I visit most evenings when I've finished here. (Fujiko, number 8!)." == On Wednesday evening after work I visited Asakusa again. I first collected the lovely silver shoes so that I could wear them while trying out my new dress at the dress-shop. Sachiko had been right: tightened and shortened it looked fabulous on me, even though I had quite a struggle with the zip fastener getting into it! And the young man had found me matching gloves as he had promised. I looked at myself for ages in the mirror, and was sorely tempted to wear the dress home; but in the end I peeled it off and allowed my new friend to fold it lovingly and pack it for me with the accessories in one of his carrier bags. For the moment it would have to join my beautiful black corset outfit in the hiding-place I had made for it under the winter futon at the bottom of my closet. "Thank you, Kobayashi-san. I'm so glad I was able to find something that suits you. You will come again, won't you? It's such a pleasure to dress a beautiful girl like you." I promised I would. FOOTNOTES [4] For a description of the Paradise Club and of the sort of things that go on there, and of how Kimiko's friend Shizue was inducted into it, see Chapters XVI and XVII of _All I Ever Wanted_. - M K [5] "Anal play" and "lip play". Japanised English can be very confusing - especially when written in a character-set which does not allow the marking of long vowels. The e in "enaru" and in "pure" is long and pronounced (more or less) "ay". The r is the best the Japanese language can do with l, and the u is hardly spoken. - B W [6] The ubiquitous _o-shibori_ or damp cloths of Japan are provided to the many establishments requiring them by specialist companies, which then collect them once used for laundering and recirculation. On average they are used about twenty times before they disintegrate and have to be replaced. For obvious reasons the sex industry is a big customer. Next time, dear reader, an obsequious waitress in a Japanese restaurant hands you a delicately scented little hot or cold towel to wipe your face and hands with, you might reflect on where else it might have been in its travels ... - K K [7] Non-Japanese readers requiring more information on the sexual services available in Pink Salons and other establishments are referred to Peter Constantine: _Japan's Sex Trade_, Tokyo 1994, and to Steven Langhorne Clemens: _Tokyo Pink Guide_, Tokyo 1993. - M K [Next in Part 15: Chapter XV: The Third Test] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams