Learning_About_Myself.13 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/13 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 13 CHAPTER XIII My First Client There were just a few days of school left before the summer holidays. Our little group of friends who had so enjoyed our teasing session with the wimpish Jiro made plans to keep in touch and exchange experiences. I wasn't the only one who was expecting a string of dates set up by an agency, and of course we all wanted to hear every detail of the fun our friends Kin and Gin would be having as trainees in a bath-house. On the last day of school I used the new mobile phone Reina had given me to remind the man at the "assisted dating" office that I was ready for work. He grunted in an irritated way and told me I had to wait till he contacted me. But only a few minutes later he called back. Perhaps he had indeed forgotten about me and it had been a good idea to remind him of my existence. I had my first job! He gave me details of time and place, and the name the man was using for our meeting. "What shall I wear?" I asked eagerly. "I was just coming to that. He wants you in school uniform. Looking as young as you can. No makeup. Hair in braids. Standard white underwear." "Is that _all_?" I asked, disappointed. "Sure. He's one of my regulars. I know what he likes. He went for the pic of you in uniform. So that's what you wear. Got it?" "Yes. Of course," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. "One more thing. As soon as you're out, call this number. Written it down? Right. Put it in your mobile. You'll just get voicemail. Say your name and the time you finished. Nothing else. That way we'll know you're safe, and how long he took with you." He rang off. I at once called Reina. She was more than my best friend and guide now: she was my agent. "I have my first date!" I said at once. "Well done! How exciting for you!" "Yes, but ..." And I poured out my disappointment at being expected to present myself as a schoolgirl, when I had been so looking forward to dressing up as a pretty little tart and embarking on my new life as a sophisticated and irresistibly sexy call-girl. "Now, Saa-chan, surely you understand. Lots of Japanese men are fixated on schoolgirls. You must have noticed the way they look at you in the subway, and try to rub their erections against you in your school skirt." I giggled: indeed I had. "They fantasise about inviting innocent schoolgirls in their uniforms to meet them after class, and seducing them. Or raping them. You know what to do. Be as young and innocent as you can, scream and struggle, a bit, when you discover what he wants to do to you, then submit, and finally tell him how wonderful it was and how you want to do it again. He'll love it, and so will you." "I suppose so." "Oh, and don't wear fresh panties. Wear the previous day's, and when you're finished, let him keep them. Men like that are obsessed with schoolgirls' used underwear."[20] The following day, I said I was going out to meet friends. If my mother was surprised to see me wear my school uniform with long loose white socks and flat shoes she chose to say nothing. I had scrubbed my face and pulled my hair back into a pair of braids. It didn't make me feel very sexy, but it was what my client had asked for - and of course it was important to give satisfaction on my very first assignment. I was pleased to notice that a couple of men on the subway looked at me with interest; but at that time of day the carriage was fairly empty and we were not standing close together, so they could not touch me or do anything interesting to me. I concentrated on looking as innocent and inexperienced as possible. I found the apartment where my client lived without much difficulty and pressed the button with his name on it. The sound of a handset being lifted came from the intercom speaker. "This is Hanako," I said. Again there was no reply, but the front door buzzed open. As I had been instructed, I took the elevator to the fifth floor. There were four grey metal doors in the hallway but I soon identified the right one and rang the bell. The door swung open. I repeated my name and bowed to the man who appeared. He stood to one side, I left my black school shoes in the tiny entrance hall with their toes pointing neatly towards the front door, and stepped up into the apartment. My client led the way along a short corridor to the living-room. It was plainly furnished with a couch and two matching armchairs, a patterned rug on the floor and a low table with a "smoking set" of cigarette box, lighter and ashtray. The place smelled musty as if it was not cleaned or aired very often. The man gestured to me to sit at the right end of the couch. I looked up at him. He was very ordinary, middle-aged I suppose but he could have been anything from 35 to 50, with short-cropped hair, glasses and wearing jeans and a dark T-shirt. If I had been asked to describe him after our encounter the description would have fitted millions of Japanese men. "Tea?" he asked. It wasn't quite the opening to our session I had expected. I tried to reply, cleared my throat and managed to thank him shyly. He went into a tiny kitchen leading off the living-room and returned with two cups of Japanese tea on plastic saucers. He put them down on the table, returned to the kitchen and brought a plate with a small slice of cake decorated with green sugar. He sat beside me, picked up one of the cups and slurped the tea noisily. "Please," he said, gesturing at the plate. I drank the tea gratefully and managed out of politeness to eat half the slice of cake, which was dull and dry. It seemed strange to be behaving politely to this man who had bought me for an hour, but it seemed to be what he expected. While I ate and drank he asked me about my school, where I lived and what my hobbies were. I answered briefly and shyly, avoiding the truth as I had been advised by the man from the agency. When I at last put my cup down he placed his right hand on my thigh, moving it up and down and stroking me through the thick material of my skirt. Then he shifted to sit at an angle to me. Now his left hand was stroking my leg and his right began to unbutton my jacket. I stiffened and pretended to be shocked. Using both hands he slipped the jacket over my shoulders and down my arms, and started to undo my school blouse and pull it over my head. I did not resist but looked at him in amazement. Soon he had pulled my jacket and blouse from around me and dropped them on the floor. His hands were now stroking my breasts through the clumsy white bra. "Nice," he said. "Very nice." "Do you ... do you think so?" I asked in the tones of a Japanese girl welcoming praise but unsure of herself. Thinking that he would want to reach behind me and unfasten the bra I leant forward a little as if by accident, but instead he pushed it upwards so that it hung round my neck while freeing my breasts. He stroked them and pinched them, flicked the nipples and then leant forward so that he could suck them. He made no effort to be affectionate to me: he handled me as if I were just an object. I decided all the same it was my job to seem to be enjoying it so, very daring, I put one hand very lightly on the back of his head. His right arm was round me now and then I felt his left hand lifting my skirt and stroking my bare thigh. I let out little gasps and whimpers, a mixture of protest and pleasure. Now he did unfasten my bra. I let it fall forward down my arms and he pulled it off, throwing it down to join my jacket and blouse. He returned to sucking and kissing my breasts and stroking my thigh. It felt nice but he seemed uncertain about what to do next. "Shall we stand up for a moment?" I asked in my best little-girl voice. He released me and for a while we stood together. He kissed me clumsily; then I turned my back to him and leant against him so that he could stroke my breasts. Well, I thought, if he won't unfasten my skirt I'll have to do it for him. I released the belt and let the clumsy uniform skirt fall. I stepped out of it and turned to face him again, now wearing only my regulation school knickers - kept out of the wash from yesterday - and the long white socks which some Japanese men find so inexplicably erotic. "Do I please you like this?" I asked innocently. He grunted assent, and grabbed at me. I let out a little squeal and then smiled, hoping that pert lasciviousness would provoke him into action. "In here," he said at last, pulling me towards the bedroom door. He threw me down onto an imperfectly made bed and I held out my arms to him. He tore off his T-shirt and trousers, revealing a pair of patterned shorts decorated with a cartoon rabbit. I did my best to avoid giggling, and he lay heavily on top of me, fondling my breasts again and kissing me. I was able to get my hands down towards my hips and began pushing at the waistband of my knickers with my fingers. "Please help me," I whispered. He rolled off me and pulled the knickers down while I helped him by lifting my bottom and bending my knees. He did not take the knickers off completely, but left them dangling round one of my ankles, tangled up with the sock on that foot. I guessed he had seen that done in cheap porn movies. He gazed at my exposed crotch. "_Paipan_," he said. "Nice." "I'm so happy it pleases you," I said submissively. At last he pulled off his own shorts and tossed them aside. He was erect and ready all right. He put his hands under my knees and folded me into the W shape many Japanese men like, my pussy forced wide open. Freeing his right hand he used it to guide his cock into my waiting love-hole, while I screamed with a mixture of genuine surprise and pretend pleasure. His right hand was now under my bottom, lifting me a little way off the bed as he thrust into me. It didn't take him long to come, while I encouraged him with gasps and cries of "I'm coming! I'm coming!" It was good to feel the hot sperm spurting into my cunt again, even if there had been little pleasure in the build-up to his orgasm. He quickly pulled out of me and knelt looking down at me, while cum dripped from my cunt onto the sheet. "Oh, that was _so_ nice!" I said. "Thank you! I didn't know it could be so nice!" He smiled, happy to have achieved his objective and to have taught his little pupil to appreciate the joys of fucking. He looked quite kind and nice, I thought, once he was relaxed and not under the stress of having to prove himself. I felt glad that my innocent pretence at climax and of having been introduced to previously unknown pleasure had given him calm and satisfaction. I began to sit up. "May I use the bathroom?" I asked, indicating a door from the bedroom which surely had to lead to what I needed. "Of course." I scrambled off the bed and removed my knickers and the ridiculous loose socks which were destroying any pretence of glamour and sophistication. I walked naked towards the bathroom, then turned to smile at him with innocent provocation. Inside there were a cheap western-style lavatory with a cracked plastic seat and a tiny shower with a hand-spray on a plastic hose. I peed and cleaned myself, and dried myself as best I could with the cheap hand-towel. I unbraided my hair and shook it free to flow down my back. When I emerged he went to use the bathroom himself and I returned to the living-room. It had all been over very quickly, and there were still some minutes left of the hour he had paid for. He was wearing his ridiculous shorts again when he joined me. My turn to teach him now, I thought with a sudden flash of insight. I stood on tiptoe, pressed my naked body against him, reached up and stroked his short wiry hair. "Wouldn't you like to do it to me again?" I murmured flirtatiously. "We have plenty of time." I felt him stiffen again at this new challenge to prove his sexual competence. I let my hands drift down his chest, stroking him as they went. When they reached his waist, I pulled down his shorts. It would certainly take time to stimulate him into readiness. I began to stroke his arse with one hand and his back with the other. "It was so nice, what you did to me," I whispered. I thought for a moment: he would know of course that I was no virgin. "I had done it before, of course, but it was never like that." That at least was true. "Won't you please do it to me more," I wheedled with a coquettish little smile, my hands now stroking his flaccid cock, "and make me happy again?" Without waiting for an answer I pushed him gently down into one of the armchairs. Quickly I pulled one of the couch cushions onto the floor and knelt neatly in front of him, knees together, hands stroking his cock and balls, the obedient slave waiting for her master's permission to pleasure him. I could feel strength returning to him. "This is the way I like it best," I said. "And some gentlemen have been kind enough to praise the way I do it." I was no longer the innocent schoolgirl being instructed in the joys of fucking by an experienced older man. Nude and having shed the last vestiges of school uniform, I was now the skilful little teenaged cock-sucker eager to show off her talents. I kissed the tip of his growing erection and slowly drew it into my mouth. Soon my lips and tongue brought his masculinity to its full strength again. I withdrew it from my mouth, licked and kissed it, and looked up at him pleadingly. "Please relax and let me do nice things to you," I said softly. "I _love_ doing this, and I think you will like it too." He lay back in his chair and I set to work. It took a long while to bring him close to a second orgasm, but I managed it in the end while he rolled from side to side in the chair and told me how wonderful I was. At last I felt his cock thicken as the hot cum burst up from his balls and filled my mouth. Well, not "filled", perhaps; this was not the fresh, eager lust of a first loving encounter. But he hadn't done badly and the look on his face showed that he had enjoyed it and was relieved to have triumphed. I sat back on my heels, opened my mouth a little and let him watch me swirl his cum around my tongue. Cum always tastes good, regardless of the man who shoots it. That is why cock-sucking is such a favourite of mine. I let the mixture of cum and saliva dribble from my lips and spatter on my firm breasts. He watched with fascination: had he really never enjoyed the pretty sight of a girl's face and breasts decorated with translucent blobs and streaks of newly harvested sperm? I glanced at my watch. His time was up. I stood and walked, as provocatively as I could, to the bathroom, rinsed out my mouth and wiped my breasts on the towel. It occurred to me briefly that he would need to wash the sheets and towel, but that was not my business. In the bedroom I put on my socks but left my knickers on the bed, where I guessed he would later use them to masturbate with. Then in the living-room I let him watch me as I dressed again in my uniform. When I was ready I bowed respectfully. "Thank you," I said. "I enjoyed that very much. I hope I gave you satisfaction." He said nothing in reply but indicated a narrow brown envelope which was lying on the low table. "That is for you," he said. "Oh, thank you! But ..." "You did well." "Perhaps you will ask for me again," I said as I stepped into my shoes, privately hoping he wouldn't. As soon as I had left the building, I called the number at the agency and left a brief message stating my name and the time I had finished with the client. Then I walked thoughtfully back towards the subway station. My school skirt felt rough against my bare bottom: so different from the erotic caress of the dresses I had worn in Reina's company! I had been looking forward to the encounter so much and it hadn't been much fun. I had imagined that my new career as a call-girl would mean a whole series of exciting sexual encounters with stimulating partners, in which I would wear thrillingly provocative clothes and do, or have done to me, the things I most adored with the added pleasure of being paid for them. Clearly it wasn't always going to be like that. But then, when I thought over the past hour, I began to feel a sort of modest triumph, if that is a possible combination. I had taken the lead and been in charge. I had seen at once the sort of girl he was dreaming of, young, innocent and inexperienced; and I had played the part correctly and led him to the climax he wanted. More important, I had found a way of stimulating him to a second orgasm which he had not expected, acting both innocent and sexy at the same time. Not so bad for my first assignment. I had satisfied my client, myself and my mentors. My mother had urged on me the importance of sincerity and commitment in my new career - never mind what she thought that career was. Reina and Kato-san hoped I would show myself as a true professional. I thought they would all have been pleased with me if they could have seen me at work. FOOTNOTES [20] The banks of vending machines near commuter stations will often include one dispensing used schoolgirl panties carefully sealed to preserve their aroma and accompanied by coy photographs and biographical details of the previous owner. All part of the "Lolita syndrome" which powers much of the Japanese sex industry. [Next in Part 14: Chapter XIV: My Second Client] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams