We Always Do It For Real 21 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 21 [CHAPTER XV CONTINUED] At last I washed the cum off my face and body, and went home to see my mother. I had decided to tell her the name of the company I would be working for, that it was a film studio making specialised products, that I would be carrying out general duties at first with the possibility of some acting or modelling experience if I was lucky. She was so pleased for me that she did not ask any searching questions. One day I would have to be honest with her about my chosen profession. But that could wait. The next day I travelled again to Shibuya. In one of the shops near the station I bought a ready-made seal with my name on it. I had never needed one before and there was no time to have one engraved specially. Fortunately mine is a common surname, and there were plenty of "Kato" seals in the rack. I signed and sealed my contract on Reiko-san's desk in reception, and sent one copy up to Mr Niijima's office. In due course he rang to ask that I should report for work at 0900 the following Monday. For the first few weeks at Marucho I was passed around from section to section of the company, learning what they all did. I helped out with odd jobs in the studios, fetching and carrying props, standing or lying in position on set while the lighting experts fussed around me. I got to know two of my colleagues as full-time members of the company, Midori and Noriko: they were nice, friendly girls and gave me a lot of advice, as well as making me laugh during our frequent lunches together in the little restaurants lining our busy street with their tales of life in the sex industry. I learnt more about Matsumoto-san's costume department, and watched the editing department at work. I even sat for a while in Mr Niijima's office, as he and his assistant planned the different versions of our products designed for different markets. I learnt that the "official" Japanese version had to be fairly tame, and watched as Mr Niijima negotiated with the fuddy-duddy censors frame by frame how much of the interesting bits of our videos had to be covered by a "mosaic" to obscure the detail we had tried so hard to show clearly. But then there were "unofficial" Japanese versions, and specially edited foreign ones: American customers liked plenty of cum shots while our German distributors insisted on lots of vigorous arse-fucking. I was not allowed to learn how all these uncensored versions were distributed and marketed, but Mr Niijima's assistant did mention that this part of the operation was much simpler now that video material could so easily be distributed in digital form, then reprocessed onto tape at any number of small copying plants. At last I had my first session in the studio. It was for a series of still shots which the company would place in magazines, trade catalogues and so on to draw attention to their new acquisition. They would also be posted on the Internet in the company's World Wide Web site, and offered free to others known to specialise in pictures of Asian girls. From there they would certainly be picked up by specialised services which constantly trawled the Net looking for pornographic material to add to their enormous subscription libraries. It made me tingle all over to think that nude images of me, alone or being fucked, were being transmitted throughout the world to delight countless people whom I would never know but who shared a taste for Asian beauty. I remembered how in my early masturbation fantasies I had excited myself by imagining that my provoking nudity was being admired through the mirror by unknown men as I wantonly displayed and stimulated my body for their pleasure. Now it was happening, and on a vast scale! I longed to be told that I was ready to make my first real fuck video. So I was disappointed when Mr Niijima summoned me and told me I was to be sent on an acting course for a few weeks at a college in another part of Tokyo. When I suggested that I was more than ready to start work, he reminded me that my contract committed me to undertake training as the company required. There were a dozen of us on the course: only two men, and I soon discovered that they were gay. There were young hopefuls, budding models, a few already working for film studios or theatre companies but improving their skills while waiting for parts - and one or two who were probably just there for fun and lack of anything else to do. I was rather resentful at being sent back to school, and felt I already knew everything the college had to teach from my experiences with Ken, from performing as a striptease artist and from hanging around the Marucho studios the past few weeks. I'm afraid I was a bit too pleased with myself at that time: I hope I am more modest and professional now. Mr Niijima had advised me not to tell my fellow-students where I was working and what sort of parts I would be playing - though the teachers knew, of course. But I was too full of myself and my success in getting my wonderful job to keep it quiet for long. Some of the other students were shocked and avoided me; but three girls who were hoping for modelling jobs one day found it exciting to meet a real-life sex-film actress and we became friends. My relationship with Ken had pretty well come to an end by then: not that we had formally broken it off, but he was studying hard for his final exams and I suspected he had found another girlfriend - less frighteningly independent and career-minded than I was becoming. And as I wasn't being fucked professionally before the cameras either, I was desperately eager for sex. Ever since I had met Ken I had hardly gone a day without being fucked at least once, and more recently of course I had been expertly stuffed several times a day in front of appreciative audiences in Asakusa. So my new friends and I took to spending our evenings when classes were over cruising the singles bars and discos, letting ourselves be picked up and taken off for an hour of blissful screwing in a love-hotel - sometimes, if we all fancied the same man, picking him up ourselves with an offer of group sex. I learnt a lot from the men I fucked on these occasions: the strange, different things they wanted, and how to make the most of our time together. They usually asked to meet me again, but I was very strict about these one-off encounters, sometimes even giving my lovers a false name and telephone number if they pressed me hard. I often used the number of one of the nearby "soaplands" - the ubiquitous Tokyo brothels disguised as bath-houses - and giggled with my new friends afterwards wondering what would happen when last night's fuck rang Yoko or Chizuko there hoping for more free samples. Of course I told my new friends about my experiences in the strip-clubs of Asakusa, and they were thrilled. They had read about such things, of course, and like most normal girls had fantasised about doing them, but no more than that. So at their urgent request I rang my old friend the manager, and arranged for the four of us to visit his club one evening. I gave my friends some lessons in how to strip prettily, and on the night of course we all dressed as sexily as possible. The manager had asked us to come to the stage door of his theatre, and we entered the auditorium discreetly while the house lights were down during another girl's act. Then of course "amateur night" was announced! We created quite a sensation when the lights went up and the audience saw us! We all got up on stage together with squeals of delight and mock protest, and helped each other undress. I must say I was proud of my friends: their stripping was beautiful and elegant, and once they were all nude they paraded provocatively up and down the catwalk, swaying in their high heels and showing themselves off charmingly. Then one of them and I invited members of the audience up on stage as usual, begging them to fuck us, while the other two performed some delightful lesbian sex. Of course by then we were all four tremendously excited by being nude in front of such an appreciative audience, and the "lesbians" soon discovered they really liked men too. It was a truly memorable evening. I had to confess to the manager that I was now under exclusive contract to Marucho; but my three friends were only too pleased to be offered regular work as a stripping and fucking triple act, moving from show to show every evening as I had done. I went to bed very happy that night, knowing that I had given my friends something wonderful, turning into reality what they had thought was an impossible dream. At last my course was over and I could return to the studio. I had learnt more than I gave the college credit for, and soon I was judged ready to make my first two 30-minute videos. These short films had virtually no plot - there was no time for such refinements - and needed very little acting ability anyway. The usual arrangement was to get a girl out of her clothes in some reasonably plausible way and into contact with two or three other people - men and girls - with whom she would perform as many different sex acts as could be fitted into the remaining time. As I was young and virginal-looking, both my videos centred on an inexperienced girl being introduced to the delights of sex and embracing them, first shyly and hesitantly, then eagerly. The directors and cameramen were very kind to me as a beginner and made sure that I was shown off to best advantage. I soon learnt from the other girls that it was essential to keep them on my side, and it always gave me pleasure to grant them free use of my body in whatever way they fancied when the work was over. Men who have been handling and photographing beautiful naked girls all day are pretty horny by the time they have finished work, and I began to look forward to their vigorous off-duty fucking as an agreeable conclusion to the day. After which there was always Matsumoto-san waiting with tea and eager curiosity. I was quite pleased with my first two videos, and enjoyed making them enormously. The company's policy of honest realism meant of course that I held nothing back in my fucking and came enthusiastically in every scene. I even enjoyed the scenes of two girls together: I wasn't finding lesbian tendencies in myself, but I was soon giving as much as I received, happily slurping up Midori's or Noriko's tasty cunt-juice as they did the same for me. As I hardened my tongue to a point and eagerly rimmed their pretty little arses - Noriko's tight, firm rosebud was a sweet pink while Midori's was browner and a bit looser from having been buggered so often - I began to understand why men were so desperate to get their cocks into mine. I wished there was some way I could experience this supreme sex act the way men did. In between all this work, I was sent with my two colleagues to several private sex parties, one of them at Roido-san's house. Reiko the receptionist often joined us on these occasions: she had no desire to act but enjoyed fucking, and as she had an attractive body and a taste for uncomplicated, anonymous sex our hosts were always glad to have her along as an extra performer. I did my three friends from the acting course another good turn by suggesting them as guests at these parties. They understood at once what they were invited for and got onto many guest-lists: they usually had to arrive late, of course, having just finished work at their various strip-clubs, but lost no time enthusiastically dropping their clothes and offering their sweet naked bodies shamelessly to the other guests, first come first served. I was very happy in my work. My two videos were released and did quite well in both sales and rentals. My still photos appeared in magazines and I posed for some more. I began to get some fan-mail, and even had a proposal of marriage. There was only one cloud on the horizon: a condition of being employed in this wonderful job was that I offered a specialism in my introductory video. I had put myself forward as a specialist in being whipped. Of course I had enjoyed the whippings Ken had given me as we worked together on my video, but it was a long while since then and I was afraid that under proper studio conditions I could no longer perform as the company would expect. I might be shown up as a fraud. Then I was warned that my next video would indeed include a flagellation scene. I was very nervous as I stood on set for the director's briefing, squeezed into a pretty bondage corset in gleaming black which constricted my waist cruelly and left my breasts and arse free for the attentions of the whip. My old partner Kunio was to be the evil sadist, I of course was the innocent virgin destined to find bliss under his cruel lash, and my friends Noriko and Midori were his wicked acolytes. The take began and the two girls bound me tightly between two posts as I struggled realistically. I felt more nervous than ever as they gagged me: I was quite unable to give myself the sexual stimulus I knew had to precede the pleasurable enjoyment of pain. The whipping began. The agony of each stroke was terrible as Kunio lashed me harder and harder, and I groaned under my gag trying desperately to wriggle my tightly bound body away from the unendurable torture which stubbornly refused to turn into the exquisite pleasure it was meant to be. It was only when Kunio, as part of the plot, removed my gag that the director realised something was wrong. I was supposed to confess to the pleasure I was feeling and beg him to increase my delicious torment, to whip my eager, quivering body harder than ever. Instead I burst into sobs of real pain. The director called "Cut!" and when I had recovered myself took me over to a quiet corner of the studio for a private chat. When he realised what was wrong, he set himself to pleasure me gently, slowly, over many long minutes till he had brought me close to the point of climax. Then, when I ran happily back onto the set, the delightful torture of the whip soon granted me, to my huge relief, a prolonged orgasm and my pleas to Kunio to be merciless in his sadistic treatment of me came from the heart. [Next in Part 22: Chapter XVI: Mr Otani Again] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams