We Always Do It For Real.14 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 14 [CHAPTER X CONTINUED] Someone backstage must have realised that this amateur act was turning into something good, and stage-hands were sent on to place a couch for me at the upper end of the cat-walk. I pretended not to notice, delightedly continuing my shameless display of nudity at the far end. I then discovered it with apparent surprise, and rested my bottom against one end while opening my legs wide - not for me a hand-towel to hide my beauties from all but a few. I stroked my wet pussy and brought my fingers slowly to my mouth, tasting the juice voluptuously. I dipped my hand deeper into my soaking cunt - my excitement was causing the juice to flow copiously now - and this time bent forward and offered my fingers to a man in the audience. He sucked them as if he never intended to give them back. With part of my mind I was beginning to wonder how one brought an act like this to an end. While I tried to think of something, I crawled onto the couch and gave them a version of the masturbation show I had put into my job application video for Marucho. The audience loved it, but when it was over I could sense they were expecting something more. How did an amateur normally get herself off this stage? Was I supposed to go back the way I had come and, completely naked now, rejoin the audience? My heart began to beat fast at the thought of what would happen to me if I did. But then I recalled what the professional who had been onstage before me had done. I had to find a plausible way of getting past the couch, onto the main stage, and then into the wings where I hoped someone had been looking after my clothes. Perhaps a little comedy might bring down the sexual tension. I acted a girl who was nude in public and had somehow never noticed it. I clapped my hands over my pussy and to make it more realistic called out, "But where are my panties?" Too late, I realised that was what they were all waiting for. A voice, from nowhere near the direction in which I had tossed them, shouted: "Mine! I've got them!" To my surprise a burly figure, not young but tough-looking and with plenty of gold jewellery, began to scramble up onto the stage, shedding his open-necked shirt and trousers as he did so. I suddenly understood that I had, instinctively, done everything to make this Amateur Night performance go exactly according to plan, and that my panties had been fought over in the audience to decide who would have the right to co-star in the climax. The strange man joined me on the couch. In the spotlights I saw that he was magnificently tattooed all over his upper body: a dragon curled around him, seeming to emerge from between his buttocks, two beautiful nude girls wriggled suggestively whenever he moved the muscles of his chest, holding a Japanese Army flag which rippled between them. I looked further down and caught my breath as I saw the most splendid cock of my so far limited experience standing firmly to attention between his legs. My hands, entirely out of my control, reached longingly for it: as he knelt in front of me I slid down the couch towards him on my stomach, taking his erection in my mouth and sucking noisily and greedily. After a short while he pulled away from me and, from my lying position, I looked anxiously up at him. "Am I not good enough for you?" I asked. He grunted in reply. "Please take me!" I begged. "Teach me. I've never done it before, in public I mean. I'm sorry. Tell me what to do." Brusquely he ordered me to lie on my back. Still kneeling, he seized my ankles and pushed my legs back till I was folded in two, both my cunt and my arsehole fully exposed. With another grunt he rammed his dripping erection into my wet cunt, and, leaning his heavy chest against the backs of my thighs, pistoned me vigorously. I screamed with a mixture of pain, surprise and delight. It didn't take long. I could tell from the change in his thrusting, and the grunts he was making, that he was near to climax. Suddenly, to my surprise, he pulled out of my cunt, released my ankles and quickly moved forward to kneel over my face. Expecting that he wanted to finish in my mouth, I opened it and lifted my head. But holding his cock in one fist he stroked himself a few times, then spattered his cum all over my face. I had seen it done in videos, of course, but had always wondered why - unless of course to show that there was no fake and that the male actor was really coming. As I have told you, Ken never came like that: he said it was so much nicer to come inside my cunt or mouth, and who wanted to be outside a girl at that moment anyway? The man grunted again and moved away from me, shrugging on his clothes without a word and returning to his place among the plaudits of his cronies. Fortunately I had seen enough videos to know what was expected of me: I raised myself on one elbow so the audience could see me do it, then, moaning with pleasure, I slowly stroked my face, gathered his cum on the fingers of one hand, and licked them saying as I did so, "Delicious! So delicious!" The audience went wild. I heaved myself to my feet and somehow managed to bow to each side of the cat-walk. I skirted the couch and made my way to the main stage, where the curtain closed raggedly behind me. For the first time I tasted the joy of an audience ovation. In the wings one of the professional girls was waiting for me: she hugged me and wiped my spattered face with a wet towel. "You were fantastic!" she said, pushing me back, still completely nude, onto the stage. "Take the call, take the call!" The curtain opened once more and my nakedness was again bathed in stage lighting and audience enthusiasm. With a tired smile I bowed to my cheering audience, finally kissing my hands to them as, still naked, I turned again into the wings. A girl brought me my blouse and skirt and helped me into them - my bra had vanished as well as the panties of course, taken as a souvenir from where I had dropped it on the cat-walk. Ken was there, telling me how wonderful I was. The MC fussed around. "Your girl's great!" he said to Ken. "The audience love her. How much does she want to do that every night?" "She's just an amateur," said Ken firmly, "and anyway she's only seventeen." "It doesn't matter, we can fix that. How much?" "Not now," said Ken. "Can't you see she's tired? She's never done this before." "But she must! She's a natural. Here's my card. Call me any time. We can do a deal." Somehow Ken got me outside. On the subway he was strangely quiet, but managed to see off home-going revellers attracted by the sight of my firm young breasts pressing temptingly naked through the transparent blouse, those sitting opposite trying to look up my little skirt. I sat beside him innocently pretending not to understand the effect I was having on them. "Megumi-san, I was so proud of you," he said at last, "watching you up there. But somehow I feel you moving away from me. You have real talent. That's what you are made to do and whatever happens you will find the way to do it. But please don't forget I was your first teacher." "Yes, _sensei_," I murmured. I dropped my head onto his shoulder and pretended to be asleep, but in fact I had much to think about. For the first time I had shown myself off completely naked in public to an appreciative audience. I still tingled all over at the remembered thrill of it. For a long time now an instinct deep inside me had been telling me that I wanted to do that more than anything else in the world - but now I _knew_, beyond any possible doubt, that I had found my true vocation. And then I had invited a complete stranger to join me on stage and he had fucked me gloriously while the rest of the audience watched and cheered us both on. Sex in private with Ken was delightful, and so I hoped it would always be with the many other lovers I intended to have: but the truest joy was to be nude for the pleasure of a real audience, offering myself to be fucked while I luxuriated in the intoxicating incense of their shared lust. I was still very young, as the man from Marucho had unkindly reminded me: but I had an attractive body and a normal young girl's insatiable sexual curiosity and desire. Tonight I had not only offered my nakedness to anyone who wanted to enjoy me: I had been fucked in public for the first time. Nude in public. Fucked in public. The words sang along with the rhythm of the rushing train. I played with the idea that next time I would step down into the audience, naked and ready to take any man who wanted me. The thought made me shiver with pleasure. I had never felt so happy. I had become an adult at last, initiated into a great secret and ready to join the army of girls blissfully offering their nudity for others to enjoy in studios and sex clubs all over Japan. I was ready now to do the same. I wanted it quite desperately. And if Marucho would not give it to me, there were plenty of others who could ... I wriggled happily on the upholstered bench as the train hurried smoothly through the tunnels, casually arranging my legs so as to give the watchers opposite a better view up my glistening black miniskirt. It felt nice: it was as if their eyes were lightly tickling me. I wondered idly what my lover of an hour ago had done with my panties: did he collect souvenirs like that, or did he throw them out when he had finished with the girl who had worn them and she had been given her reward for teasing and stimulating him so prettily? What a lot I had to learn! I fell asleep wondering about it. CHAPTER XI Part-Time Work After that there wasn't much to do except wait till my eighteenth birthday. I left school that spring at the end of the school year. My best friend Kimiko, Ken's sister, stayed on another year and I saw much less of her, but I still spent time with Ken most days. My mother began to fuss that I wasn't making any effort to get a job with any of the big companies like the other school-leavers were doing, but I told her I had a big chance with one company which did not recruit till the autumn - which was largely true. Through Ken I got occasional jobs in film studios: not in front of the cameras but doing odd jobs around the place and learning a lot about how things worked, which I thought might be useful one day. That brought a bit of money in, but not enough. And I was always reliving my wonderful experience at the strip-club, dreaming of repeating it. Well, why not? There was nothing I could do about achieving my long-term aim until I was eighteen, but meanwhile ... why shouldn't I earn some money and satisfy my longings at the same time? I didn't know then, of course, that appearing nude, and better still being fucked, in front of an audience is not only a delightful thing to do - it is also highly addictive. For a girl who has once had that wonderful experience there is no going back. She dreams all the time of repeating it, and her desire will find its way of achieving fulfilment. When I at last decided to call the number on the business card the MC at the strip show had given Ken, and tell him I was ready for work, I thought I was being practical about earning much-needed money. But in truth I was being driven by a helpless addiction to public nudity and sex - an addiction which I devoutly hope can never be cured. Feeding it is the centre of my life now. I say "feeding it" because I know that, however joyful it is to fuck before an audience, the satisfaction is brief and only inflames my need to do it again as soon as possible. Satisfying and at the same time deliberately inflaming that desire, I am the happiest girl in the world - and I think I make a lot of other people happy too. I met the MC one morning in the empty theatre to discuss a deal. I sat on the edge of the catwalk and smiled innocently up at him as he talked. There was a smell of cheap perfume and stale beer, which vividly brought back to me my feelings at the time of my first appearance on the stage. The memory reinforced my determination and made me glad I had come. The manager was still keen to have me. He said it would give his customers a special thrill if I pretended each time to be a girl in the audience who suddenly decided to get up and give an amateur show. Of course, that couldn't go on for long because his regulars would soon begin to recognise me. But then he could make a big thing out of how I had been "discovered" in his theatre, and how I loved stripping and fucking for them so much that I had turned professional so as to be able to do it all the time. However, I was a bit startled when he suggested three performances a night, including week-ends but with (obviously) a few days off every month, and explained that he would retain the right to sell on some of them to other nearby establishments. It wasn't that I objected to working so hard - on the contrary, it was more than I had dared hope for - but I wanted to be reassured that all these clubs would expect me, like his, to strip fully nude and fuck at least one member of the audience. That, after all, was what I wanted to do. Nothing less would satisfy me. "You're new to this game, aren't you?" he said with a leer. Well, of course, he knew I was. "It's nice to meet a beginner who is so keen and enjoys it so much," he said, this time with a friendlier look on his face. "Yes, you'll be required to be nude and you'll be required to fuck on stage. You know in this establishment our special trick is the girl throwing her panties or g-string into the audience. By the way, did anyone tell you to do that or did you just know?" "I just knew," I replied shyly. "I don't know how I knew, it just seemed the obvious thing to do." "Nice. You have a real gift for this work." I don't see it as work, I found myself thinking. "If you call it work," he said, watching me closely. This man could read my mind! Was it so obvious that I was addicted to stripping and fucking in public, and could think of nothing else? "But you don't always have to follow the same story-line," he continued. "You could come down off the stage a little way - " "Nude?" I asked anxiously. "Sure, nude. What else? And then choose a partner and bring him up on stage. Or call out and invite someone to come and join you." "What happens -" I cleared my throat and tried again. "- What happens if I do that and more than one man comes?" "Well, obviously, you fuck them all." "Ohhh -" I said. My heart was beating painfully at the thought of such a marvel. It was almost too much to bear. I gladly accepted what he offered me for three performances a night, in whichever club he specified; but the regular girls soon told me I was being cheated and should ask for more - it wasn't in their interest to see pay reduced by enthusiastic amateurs like me, enjoying ourselves stripping and fucking on stage so much that, if asked, we would even do it for nothing. [Next in Part 15: Chapter XI continued] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams