We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.01 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 01 CHAPTER I Introduction to Megumi I had something or other on the TV and was thinking vaguely about getting ready for bed when the phone rang. I'd worked on my free day last week on a rush job and now I was due for two days off work. I hadn't made any plans but I was looking forward to a lazy time in my tiny apartment, then visiting department stores, nothing special, just waiting to see what might happen, perhaps meeting friends, perhaps making new ones ... I hoped whoever was calling wasn't going to spoil it. He was. It was Mr Niijima from the studio. "Kato-kun?" he asked harshly. Of course you know that Japanese are usually addressed by the honorific _san_, never mind whether you're talking to a man or a woman. But in all-male organisations like the army and boys' schools they like to use the more masculine _kun_. And there's a certain kind of man who likes to address the girls who work under him as _kun_. It emphasises their superior rank. I suppose they think if they behaved more nicely to the girls they would lose their authority. But the girls just make fun of them anyway. Mr Niijima was that kind of man. So of course I said it was me. "Mr Nagao would like you to come to the studio tomorrow afternoon at three to act as guide to a special visitor." So that was that. Mr Nagao is the boss, and since it was his personal request I naturally couldn't say no. And I would have the morning free, and perhaps the second day of my time off as well. All Japanese companies - even a small film studio specialising in making fuck videos like the one that I work for - take a lot of pride in being able to show groups of visitors round nicely. Of course in our business we don't get gangs of final-year college students trying to decide which company to apply for, or school classes doing projects on the wonders of Japanese industry. But we do receive quite a lot of visitors: buyers and distributors, rival companies - even people from the censorship office and the police, who have to be given privileged treatment behind the scenes before they will agree to leave us in peace for a while longer to get on with our business. Which is to provide our customers with products that they want and are willing to pay for, and that do no one any harm. Even though I'd already started at the studio as an actress with a two-year contract - been on an acting course, made a couple of the short videos my contract committed me to, even got my name in the credits - the company kept me in the group of girls who were trained to look after visitors and make a good impression on them. Sometimes they gave me the job of showing important people round the studio when it wasn't one of my days for being fucked in front of a camera. Actually I didn't so much mind having one of my free days messed up like that. For two reasons. First, you get to meet interesting and influential people. I'd got my start with the studio the day I looked after a big distributor, who was so pleased with me he told Mr Nagao he'd take any video in which I appeared. I'll tell you all about that later, and exactly what I did for him to make him like me so much. Secondly - and I know you'll think this is silly - I liked the way I looked in the guide uniform. Japanese companies love uniforms, and of course we have a big costume department at the studio. We employ designers who know just how to make a girl look desirable. And some time when they weren't busy turning out topless micro-dresses in leather or latex for our latest fuck epic, they had sketched out a special dress for us guides. It was discreetly sexy but not too provocative, of course: the studio wanted its visitors to pay attention to the tour rather than the girl. But I thought I looked cute in it. The designer had come up with a one-piece in a soft, clinging material in a golden-brown colour that looked really good against my ivory skin. It had a halter-neck top: quite demure in front where a white linen collar contrasted with the slinky golden-brown material, but with a simple bow behind the neck to keep the dress up, and the back bare to low on the waist so of course you didn't wear any bra with it. The skirt came down to mid-thigh and was wide and clinging but also sort of flirty: I liked it because I could take big strides to keep up with my guest and show off my legs, and could also make the skirt swing sexily round my hips whenever I stopped and turned to explain something. With the dress the guides wore honey-coloured tights (the waistband carefully tucked down so it didn't show above the low waist of the bare-backed dress!), strappy gold sandals with tall slender heels, and little gold gloves just up to the wrist. And we each carried a big gold shoulder-bag for any papers and things we might need on the tour. I especially liked the bare back because I keep my hair long and just curled slightly inward at the ends. I've always enjoyed the sensation of my hair lightly tickling my naked skin. It's not that I'm conscious of the stimulation all the time - or can easily get off on that alone. It's just a constant gentle reminder that I'm a girl, that I love sex, and that my skin is exquisitely sensitive and receptive to the right sort of touch. I think the people I meet respond - without always knowing quite why - to my always being just a little bit sexually aroused, even if I'm really supposed to be thinking about something quite different. I'm very lucky in my job. I know that. I adore every kind of sex, and showing myself off nude in public or before an audience, and then fucking while everyone watches, is the most wonderful kind of sex there is. I hope I’m not conceited, but I am proud of my looks, and of the way my body always seems to attract men. I love displaying myself in sexy clothes or completely naked, and at the studio I get every possible opportunity to do that, and to be fucked many different ways by lots of exciting men. Exciting girls, too - I don’t regard myself as any more lesbian than most Japanese girls, but it _is_ true what they say, there are some things only another girl really knows! I've had some of my best orgasms from the clever tongue of another girl tickling my clitoris; and of course when men see two naked girls coming together it really excites them. So then they can't wait to fill my love-holes with their rich creamy cum - and make me wish I could go on being fucked like that for ever. You see, our studio has made its name with the slogan, "We Always Do It For Real". The others do it for real too, of course, when it's going to show if they don't; but sometimes they fake it when the camera can't see exactly what is happening. In our studio we think the customer can usually tell from the expression on the girl's face whether the sex is for real. And of course _I_ can tell all right! I think the fact that the fucking and the orgasms in our videos are genuine, and not just clever acting, explains why our studio's products are so popular with the public. Perhaps you wonder what we do about sadistic and masochistic scenes, S&M as we call them or B&D for bondage and discipline, where the girl is tied up and then whipped and tormented until she reaches orgasm. The other studios sometimes fake that, of course, and it's usually obvious when they do. We don't do anything that would damage a girl or leave permanent marks on her, but otherwise we try to show our customers what they want to see, however perverted or kinky. So we do all the S&M for real too, including the whipping. When I tell people that, they always ask how I can bear the pain. It's terribly difficult to explain - perhaps you will understand better when you have read to the end of my story - but if a girl has the right temperament she soon learns to experience pain as pleasure. We girls sometimes talk about this when we're waiting around on set for something to happen, and the best explanation my friends and I can find is that you have to learn to enjoy pain while you are young. When a young girl's body is changing, so many things she's never thought about before turn out to be part of her new sexuality. If she is lucky and a man does the right things to her around that time, then she accepts them naturally as part of all the strange new sensual pleasures she is discovering. If not, then she may have missed the chance for ever. I was one of the lucky ones. I hope you don't think I sound sick or anything: I can only tell you that if you ever see one of my videos in which there is a torture scene, the whipping is real and my orgasms are real. While you are enjoying the sound of my screams and the sight of the whip snaking gracefully round my helpless naked body, and wishing you could be the man using that whip, remember that I love having it done to me at least as much as you love watching it. Mind you, the first few strokes of the whip are always very painful: it takes a little while for my feelings to adjust and start perceiving the pain as pleasure. But I don't mind that - in fact, I've learnt to enjoy those first moments of pain for their own sake. They have a beauty of their own and are a lovely overture to the ecstasy of the torture session. Sometimes when I'm being whipped by a lover - on a private date, I mean, not for a video - I ask him to lash me very hard and very _very_ slowly at first. Of course each stroke pushes me nearer to the glorious moment when pain becomes pleasure and I float blissfully off to paradise. But if there is a long enough pause after each stroke it takes me longer to get there: I progress by a series of waves, each higher than the one before. That way I can enjoy the purity of the pain as long as possible, and still have the pleasure to look forward to. My lovers usually like that. Do men feel cheated because we girls get so much pleasure from pain? I suppose they do, a bit - after all, when a man is putting so much effort into whipping me, he wants to hear me screaming in anguish rather than squealing with joy and begging for more as I climax repeatedly. That's probably why it's such fun for both of us when I pretend to be in agony and beg him to stop - knowing of course that he won't. As I say, it's hard to explain why as a girl I love being whipped so much, and why sensations of pain and pleasure are so hopelessly scrambled in my mind. But there's no need to explain it, is there? - just to enjoy it. If you are a Japanese girl reading this, you know that already. If you are a man with a Japanese girlfriend, I _hope_ you know it - if you don't, you are depriving your partner of what she most longs for (whether she knows it or not), and I urge you to introduce the whip into your love-making at once. All you need to know is that skilfully applied pain is the greatest gift you can give a girl - always assuming she's the right sort of girl, as I am, thank the Gods. So the main part of my job is giving and being given the most splendid and genuine orgasms in all sorts of delightful ways in front of a camera. Another part is helping at parties or other special events, where the organisers want some pretty girls to set a good example to the others by removing their party dresses and demurely making themselves available to any men who fancy them. Of course there also are nude modelling jobs for magazines which have agreed to carry a feature on me. Sometimes, especially when one of my videos is being launched, the studio send me off to perform at high-class sex clubs where the manager has agreed to offer the product for sale in return for getting my services free for his customers. When I'm not doing any of that, I'm showing interesting people round the studio, wearing an outfit which makes me feel feminine and desirable. All this many girls would gladly do for nothing, but I even get paid for it. Not a lot, but enough to afford an independent life in my little 1DK - one bedroom, one living- and dining-room, one kitchen - apartment. I don't need to spend much on clothes because when I have a date my dear friend who runs the costume department will always dress me in something irresistibly provocative and sexy. The next day I pay her back by giving her a detailed account of everything I did and had done to me on the date, and she gives me advice on how to make the sex even more wonderful for both my lover and myself next time. It was time to stop daydreaming. I took my guide uniform out of the closet before I went to bed and checked that it was clean and still looked good on me. The gold name-badge was already pinned to the cloth where the curve of my left breast would tilt it upwards so that my guest could read it easily: "Megumi" it said in Western and in Japanese script. It - my name - means "Blessing". We all wear name-badges in the studio - except when we're on camera, of course! - given names for the girls and surnames for the men. I suppose you might say that's discrimination but I don't care. Who wants to know Mr Niijima's given name anyway? I got out the iron and pressed the white linen collar. Then I undressed and got into bed. I always like to sleep naked, even when I am alone: the rough feel of the sheets on my sensitive bare skin is more pleasurable to me than any nightdress, however short or slinky. I curled up, stroking my nipples slowly with the finger-tips of one hand, and slipping three fingers of the other comfortably into my pussy. I told myself to dream about catching the eye of another really big distributor, and of all the lovely things he might do to me if I did. "I'm yours," I murmured to my dream man as I drifted off: "Please do _all_ the things to me you ever wanted to do to a girl ..." [Next in Part 02: Chapter II: A Tour of the Marucho Film Company]