Learning_About_Myself.09 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/09 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 09 CHAPTER IX The Dating Agency The following week school was due to end for the summer vacation, and the gymnasium would be needed for ceremonies and displays. So there was no chance of using it again for our meetings: the risk of being caught was too great. We had secret whispered conversations and promised to stay in touch during the vacation: some of us - myself included, of course - had ideas about what our group could do together. In fact it was a shifting and fluctuating group: a few of the girls who had been too frightened to join in our adventure with Jiro now wished they had been bolder when they heard all the thrilling details; and the twins Kin and Gin, who had found themselves a holiday job as trainees at a bath-house and were eagerly looking forward to it, were not sure how much free time they would have for group adventures with the rest of us. "The trouble is," said Kin with a sexy giggle, "we had to persuade our parents we were being employed doing _arubaito_[17] at a respectable office which needed clerical staff for a big data-capture job." "In fact, of course," Gin chimed in, "we'll be spending our time doing lovely things with the bath-house customers." "Having lovely things done to us," corrected Kin. "_Anything_ the customers want to do. We agreed to that of course! No restrictions. It's so exciting, not knowing what to expect." "And of course the evenings are the busiest time, when the most customers come. So we'd love to join in your adventures, whatever they are, but we won't have much time." When I arrived home that evening, Reina had news for me. "Your mother called," she said, without trying to soften the blow. "From Fukuoka. I'm sorry to tell you that grandfather died on Monday." "Oh dear, I'm so sorry," I said dutifully. In fact I had hardly known him and it was difficult to pretend to feel more than normal regret that a very elderly man who had spent years in an old people's home had come to the end of his final illness. "I suppose that means," I added, thinking of the aspect of the matter which was likely to affect me, "that she'll be coming home." "Yes. The cremation was yesterday and she'll be here on Saturday afternoon." "And," I said, trying hard not to cry, "then you won't be here any more." "Well, there's nothing more for me to do. At least, not in looking after you and seeing that you eat properly and do your homework," she added with a smile. "And nowhere for me to stay here anyway. But I certainly want to continue your education." "You mean ..." "You're turning into a delightfully sexy girl," she went on, while I blushed furiously and wriggled. "It's been a pleasure introducing you to things you hadn't experienced before. And there are so many more things I want to show you. Things which will be useful to you in your career, I hope. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Of _course_!" I said passionately. "Well, I shall. And I'd like you to see me in my studio." "Watch you acting, you mean? I'd _love_ that!" "That's right. You see, I think a girl like you would be wasted just doing secretarial work as an OL. Of course you could have an active sex life outside the office, like most OLs do, but you'd have much more fun earning your living from sex. From doing the things you enjoy doing most of all. Wouldn't you like that?" "Yes! _Yes_! But would it ... could I?" "I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't think you could." Her mood changed. She put one hand on my shoulder and looked at me seriously. "Nobody's been putting any silly ideas into your head about it being wrong to sell yourself, have they?" "No ... no, of course not! How could they?" "Well, there's a lot more of that sort of nonsense about these days. From female Diet members, journalists, even teachers ... I just wondered." I thought for a moment. "But I'm not selling myself!" I said indignantly. "I'm doing the things I love most in all the world. Learning to do them. There's nothing I want to do more. Always. All my life. And you're helping me!" "And I'm making sure you get paid for doing them! These things you want to do more than anything else! That can't be wrong, can it?" "No!" "All right. Just checking. Now, today's Thursday and there's very little time left. I'm making two appointments for you. Tomorrow evening, as soon as possible after school ... have you heard of _enjo kosai_, assisted dating?" "Well, yes ..." "But has no one ever suggested you do it?" I shook my head. "Extraordinary. I'd have thought someone would have talent-spotted you by now. Well, the sooner you start the better. I'm taking you to an agency I know and can trust. You understand, don't you? They'll take your details and some photos, and include them in their database, and then if you're lucky you'll catch the eye of a man wanting a girl for a date. You'll get paid, of course. Or rather, the agency gets paid, they pay a percentage of their takings to ... well, we won't go into that, better you don't know ... and you get a share of what's left. If they're honest, which these people I'm taking you to see are. Up to a point." "Where do I keep the money? My mother ..." "I'll look after it for you. I'll open an account in your name. When you want to spend it on anything, you just tell me." I nodded gratefully. "You must have a mobile phone. So the agency can contact you when you're needed." "But my mother says we can't ..." "Your earnings will pay for it of course. I'll tell your mother it's a present from me." "You're being so kind ..." "Nonsense. It's all part of your education. The part you don't get at school." She giggled in her delightfully girlish way. "The other appointment I want to fix for you will be on Saturday. Before your mother gets in from Fukuoka. You remember Bob Williams? My _gaijin_ friend who whipped you?" "Of _course_!" "I'm taking you to see him again. But it'll be a sort of business discussion with other people there. So I don't yet know what time it will be. Now," she went on, changing her mood completely, "it's Thursday. School tomorrow. Homework!" Reina arranged to pick me up from school on Friday as soon as classes were over. Of course I told my friends that my wonderful cousin was coming and they all wanted to meet her. Reina hadn't expected a reception committee of eager, giggling girls but she was very gracious. I could see that all my friends were overwhelmed by her beauty, poise and sexiness, and thanked her effusively when she said we could keep the whips, handcuffs and other toys she had provided for our adventure with Jiro. "Have fun!" she said to them as she gathered up her bags and swept off with me in tow. "Have _lots_ of fun! That's what being a girl is all about! Never forget that." The office of the "assisted dating" agency was in the basement of an office building down a side-street in Shibuya. It was dusty and very untidy, and there was a disagreeably musty smell of tobacco and old sex - normally I love the smell and taste of sex but I prefer it to be fresh! Reina introduced me to the manager and of course I bowed politely. He was a thin middle-aged man in a roll-neck pullover and rather dirty slacks, with long greasy hair and a thin moustache. "So this is the girl who wants to go on dates with my clients, is it?" he asked with a smile. It wasn't a pleasant smile. I bowed again, feeling rather out-of-place in this office in my school uniform - but Reina had told me it didn't matter. I felt a little uneasy as the man leered at me - uneasy but at the same time excited. He noted down my details as I gave them to him. Reina had warned me he would ask for my _surii-saizu_ - my bust, waist and hip measurements - so we had checked them after my bath the previous evening and I repeated them confidently. "Professional name?" he asked. I hadn't thought about that. But of course I would need a new name for my new profession. The idea made me feel very grown-up. Reina came to the rescue. "How about Hanako?" she asked. "Written with the characters for 'flower' and then 'child'. It sounds fresh and new." "Yes, that's fine. I don't have any other Hanako on my books. Age fifteen, you said? I think we'll keep it at that, informally at least. Men will like it. Now we need some photos." He opened a door and switched on the lights in a tiny studio. There was a small cleared area with just a chair in it lit by a pair of lights on tripods, and an elaborate camera on a stand. First he took a few shots of me in my school uniform, full-length and close-up. Then, casually and as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, he told me to take off my blouse and pose topless in just my school skirt. In fact I didn't mind doing that at all. I pinched my nipples to make them stand up nicely, and smiled happily at the camera; but then on his instructions I pretended to be shy for some of the shots, with my eyes down and making myself blush, or sometimes looking coyly sideways at the camera. Then of course he wanted to take me completely nude, first in my flat-heeled school shoes and long white socks, then in sexy high-heels which Reina produced from one of her bags. "Anything more, er, sophisticated?" he then asked her. "Oh, yes. She has very varied tastes. Here, Saa-chan, try putting these on." She passed me a red corset in shiny red plastic material and helped me put it on round my waist. It reached from just below my breasts - in fact there was a little support for my breasts, lifting them nicely without covering them - to just above my bottom. It felt good being tightly laced into the corset by Reina's clever fingers. Then there was a matching red collar to fit snugly round my neck and a pair of long red gloves. I had never worn anything as pretty before and wished I could see myself in a mirror! Still, I would ask for the agency's website address and perhaps I could see the photos there. The man from the agency seemed to like the way I looked and took lots of pictures as I posed in different ways. After a while Reina passed me a lovely whip with long, ooh _such_ long lashes, and I posed with one foot on the chair pretending to whip a man just out of shot, seen from behind with the lashes dangling over my shoulder and their ends tickling my bottom, holding the lashes in my gloved hands and kissing them longingly, and with the whip wrapped round myself and with a pleading expression on my face. "Good!" he said at last. "Those ought to bring in my clients with special tastes. You like being whipped?" he asked me abruptly. I nodded happily: playing with the beautiful instrument had made me long to feel its kiss. "Well, you should get plenty of that. When they see those shots." He leered at me again. Reina slipped her arm round my tightly bound waist. "Why don't you thank him ..." she murmured discreetly. "He's been so kind ..." I understood at once and knelt down in front of him, my gloved hands reaching for the obvious bulge in his slacks. He loosened his belt, helped me pull down his slacks and underpants, and then sat on the chair while I first licked and kissed his erection and then drew it into my mouth. It had a sort of funky, sweaty taste and smell: rather different from the cocks of the boys who sometimes joined us in the school gymnasium and who were obsessively clean. The taste and smell excited me, and in any case it was hardly right to criticise my partner on what was, after all, my first professional assignment! I sucked him with all the skill I had, tickling his balls at the same time with my gloved fingers while his hand pressed my head forward and forced me to take his cock ever deeper into my willing mouth. Suddenly I felt him lean to one side. A moment later I understood that he had picked up the whip from where I had dropped it. The long lashes began to delight my bottom and thighs as he leant forward and skilfully whipped me while I sucked enthusiastically. At last I felt that wonderful moment when your lover can no longer resist you and his cum begins to force its way up his urethra into whichever hole his cock has been pleasuring, and you receive your reward. "Oh, that was so lovely!" I said, when I had finished licking the last drop from his cock and had swallowed enough to make it possible to speak. "I do hope I pleased you, sir?" I added anxiously. "Oh yes, It was good. Do that for my clients and you should get plenty of work. They tell each other, you see ..." He stood up and rearranged his pants. I stopped swirling the rest of his cum around my mouth and swallowed it. I stood up too and bowed respectfully. Reina urged me out of the tiny studio into the office. There was another girl in school uniform there, waiting anxiously: plump and not especially attractive, I thought unkindly. "Is Mr ...?" she began; then stopped with a gasp of amazement when she saw me in my corset and heels. "Yes," said Reina, "he's just finished with her." She nodded towards me. "I'm sure he'll be ready for you in just a moment." She looked the girl over critically, then dismissed her from her mind and turned to me. "I expect you'd rather wear a dress now, wouldn't you?" she asked kindly. She hunted in one of her bags and pulled out a simple floral dress with short wide skirt, low neck and puffy sleeves. I would have preferred something sexier, but did not argue and accepted it from her. She helped me out of my tight corset, and as the plump girl watched admiringly I pulled on the dress, enjoying the sensation of being naked under the thin cloth as Reina helped me with the zipper. Finally I stripped off the long red gloves, but decided to retain the collar as a secret reminder of the pleasure I had enjoyed in the little studio. "Good-bye," Reina said politely to the other girl as we left. "I hope you are successful in your career. Poor girl," she added, once the door was closed between us, "not much chance of that. Although ..." "Although what?" I prompted her as she did not continue. "There was something about her ... a sort of submissive look in her eyes - did you notice that? She might be a natural masochist. In which case, of course ..." Another pause. This time I said nothing and waited. "She could have quite an active future. With the right sort of customer. With men who appreciate that sort of sensuality in a girl." She gave a little shiver, part fearful and part pleasurable, I thought, and then led the way briskly towards the plaza outside Shibuya station. I enjoyed the attention I attracted on the subway on the way home. It wasn't that I showed off or anything like that: I sat with my knees correctly together and was careful not to lean forward too much. But I think when a girl is enjoying the sensation of being naked under her dress, however careful and discreet she is the special glow of pleasure it gives her somehow sends out signals which can be detected by a man who is sensitive to a girl's feelings. And of course on this occasion my pleasure was enhanced by the tingling, teasing memory of the gentle whip-play I had enjoyed. And that is something I find it _very_ difficult to hide! FOOTNOTE [17] Japanese distortion of the German word _Arbeit_, "work". It means specifically part-time work done by students to earn pocket-money. - B W [Next in Part 10: Chapter X: I Meet Harry and Anton] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams