We Always Do It For Real 26 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 26 [CHAPTER XVIII CONTINUED] "You look very beautiful in that dress," Mr Horrigan said. "Thank you. How long are you staying in Tokyo?" "I'm leaving tomorrow. But I'm so glad I could meet you before I went." "Are you here on business?" I asked after a short pause. "Yes - Mr Lloyd and I are putting together a deal to lease some aircraft." "That sounds interesting." It didn't, of course, but for the moment at least I preferred him to talk about his work than pay me extravagant compliments. Of course I was glad that I pleased him, but Japanese men hardly ever praise girls - it would give them an exaggerated idea of their importance if they did - and it embarrassed and flustered me not to know how to react to this strange Western practice. By now we had passed through the main entrance and Mr Horrigan handed a ticket to the boy at the valet parking desk. "Mr Lloyd knows a Japanese airline that wants to put some extra capacity on the Tokyo-Sapporo route this fall, and I know an Australian airline with a couple of 737s that aren't earning their keep. So there was some useful available synergy there ..." "I see." I wasn't sure that I did really, and so far as I did I couldn't see why the Japanese airline couldn't deal with the Australian airline direct. Still, if the result was that Mr Horrigan was here to be my partner for the evening, I had nothing to complain about. In fact I was beginning to enjoy the unaccustomed flattery of his frank admiration. The parking jockey brought the car to the kerb with a flourish. It was a dark grey BMW: I don't know much about cars - certainly not foreign cars - but I recognised the blue-and-white decal on the front. The uniformed doorman flung the front passenger door open and helped me in with unnecessary attention. To my surprise the car had the steering-wheel on the right, the normal Japanese side. By the time Mr Horrigan had walked round to the driver's side and got in, I had slipped off my jacket and tossed it onto the back seat. The black leather was cool but arousing against my bare skin. The expensive smell was exciting too. "I thought foreign cars always had the steering-wheel on the wrong side," I said. "Some do," he said as he pushed the wooden knob of the gear lever forward and the car moved smoothly away. "You usually get a choice nowadays." "Why would anyone choose the wrong side?" "Well, some people say it's a way of showing everyone you have a foreign car. But also, if you have a driver it means he can get out and open the rear passenger door for you without getting wiped out by the traffic. Personally I prefer to drive myself, even in Tokyo." We had crossed the bridge at the bottom of the New Otani's slope and were waiting for the lights to let us into the Aoyama-dori. Mr Horrigan turned to look at me. I felt his eyes glide briefly over my naked right breast. "That really _is_ a beautiful dress, Megumi-san. And you really do it justice." The powerful car hummed with a sense of firmly controlled strength which I was beginning to find arousing. I felt more comfortable now with his compliments. "Thank you very much. I hoped it would please you and I am glad it does." "Oh, it does!" The lights turned green and we moved smoothly off again. "Is there some special reason why you wanted to meet me?" I asked. "I'd have thought that was obvious!" he said with a quick smile before returning his attention to the road. "Well, Mr Lloyd kindly lent me a few videos to look at in the hotel after one of our late negotiations, and one of them was yours. When I saw you I said to myself, 'That is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen: I can't leave Tokyo till I've met her.' And when I told Lloyd the negotiations wouldn't end till I did, he just laughed and arranged tonight's dinner party." "Thank you," I said with a little modest blush which was wasted on him in the traffic. "I'm so glad he did. Which ... er ... which video was it of mine that you saw?" He told me. It was the one which included my first and so far most lascivious encounter with the whip. Of course I wanted to ask if there was any scene he had specially enjoyed, but felt that would be too shameless a question even for this unconventional _gaijin_. I would discover his sexual preferences soon enough. Meanwhile I wriggled pleasurably against the leather and let my body relish the excitements in store for it. == "I think it's so much nicer to establish a programme for what we'll do after dinner, don't you?" said Roido-san. "That way we all know what to look forward to, and we can make sure in advance that no one will be left out." We all murmured approval. After all, he was the host. His house was big enough to allow a small dining-room separate from the main living area, and the six of us were seated at an oblong table. The only other couple present were Mr Igarashi, who had a senior position in Roido-san's company, and his wife. So that Mr Horrigan and I could sit together, the Igarashis were seated side-by-side opposite us. As Matsumoto-san had established beforehand, I was on Mr Horrigan's left, so he could enjoy a clear view of the open side of my pretty Grecian dress. It gave me a lovely tingly feeling to know that his eyes were so constantly drawn to my near-nakedness. Once, very daring, I had responded to the occasional caresses of his hand on my thigh under the table by stroking him lightly in return, which had enabled me to check discreetly that his obvious pleasure in my appearance was genuine. From his position at the end of the table Mr Lloyd could enjoy looking at all three of us deliciously sexy girls. His wife Kazuko had gone one better than me and was wearing a fully topless dress: cut low at the front to reveal her breasts completely, and with a tight, short skirt in a black material which rustled agreeably as she moved. Round her neck she had a choker necklace made up of big shiny black stones separated by silver rings. A pair of matching black stones were fixed by hidden clips to her nipples, just hiding her aureoles. She looked extremely sophisticated and I took careful note of her dress so that I could describe it in detail to Matsumoto-san. It would be a nice thing to wear at a sexy party - but even better, I thought, for an intimate dinner with a lover, my breasts and shoulders glowing in the candlelight ... The Igarashis had arrived a little late - very unusual for a Japanese couple in any circumstances and almost unheard-of for a man invited by his boss. He and his wife Sanae were regulars at Roido-san's parties and obviously enjoyed an open marriage. Mrs Igarashi made no secret of being primarily interested in other girls, though she seemed to like being fucked by men too. When she finally arrived with her husband, she was showing herself off in a shocking-pink latex outfit. The wide gap between the top and the short skirt made the most of her flat, well-muscled stomach: she worked out enthusiastically at a gym several afternoons a week, not agreeing with my lazy view that plenty of sex was enough exercise in itself to keep a girl in good shape. "Oh, but you're both topless," she said, looking from Kazuko Lloyd to me, "how pretty you both look! I wish you'd told me you were going to do that. I'd have loved to be topless too! Why don't I just ..." Her hands moved towards the fastenings at the back of the tightly stretched upper half of her dress. "Stay the way you are for now," said her husband shortly. It was obvious that his wife's uncertainty about what to wear for this special evening had caused them to be late, and that he was displeased. He himself, like the two _gaijin_ men, was wearing a smart open-neck shirt and slacks. The greetings over in our hosts' comfortable drawing-room, I sat down on one of the sofas, taking care to choose the left-hand end so as to display myself to best advantage. I crossed my legs and accepted a glass of mineral water from one of the Lloyds' pretty Filipina maids. She and her colleagues were dressed that evening in miniskirted but otherwise traditional housemaids' uniforms, black satin with little white aprons, frilly white caps in their hair, fishnet stockings and shiny black high heels. At Roido-san's big sex-parties they often served the guests naked - except of course for high heels, and the maids' caps to distinguish them from nude female guests. Their employer encouraged them to join in the fun when their other duties permitted, their squeals of delight adding to the happy atmosphere. Perhaps they would be allowed the same freedom this evening. I put the thought out of my mind for the moment, and concentrated on my hosts and on my fellow-guests. I could feel the men's, and Sanae's, arousal at my appearance and encouraged it by playing with the strap over my left shoulder, which was once again threatening to slip down and leave me completely naked above the waist. I was tempted to tease Sanae Igarashi by innocently letting it do just that. But I also knew that her husband was in a bad temper, which was a poor start to the intimacies we had come together to share. The best, if boring, way to get a man into a good mood is to talk about his business. "Do tell me more about this aircraft leasing deal," I said, leaving it to the men to decide who should answer. "It's for the Tokyo-Sapporo route," said Roido-san, taking the lead as usual. "It's one of the busiest in the world - and for a few weeks in the fall maybe _the_ busiest. One of the reasons is lavender." "Lavender?" I said, genuinely surprised. "They've recently started growing a lot of lavender in central Hokkaido," he went on. "There's an enormous demand for it in the perfume and toiletries industry, here and abroad. There are vast fields of it and in the summer there are great patches of mauve you can see and smell from miles away." "How lovely!" I said. Mr Lloyd looked at me a bit severely. "Yes, well the sort of Japanese girl who thinks 'Hello Kitty!' writing paper is cute longs to go on a trip to Hokkaido with her friends at that time of year so they can tell each other how lovely it is." I blushed and said nothing. "We shouldn't be rude about them though," he said more kindly, "because it's thanks to them that Mr Horrigan and I are going to make quite a bit of money." Before I could say anything Kazuko Lloyd suddenly joined the conversation. "I've just had a wonderful idea!" she said, looking at me. "I must tell the people at Marucho about it before someone else has it too." She had no need to tell me anything more. The same idea was forming in my mind too: the lavender fields of Hokkaido as backdrop for a fuck video about a couple of girls on holiday who meet a couple of boys ... If we didn't make it too hard-core we could aim it partly at the newly developing market segment of sex videos for young girls.[10] At that moment one of the Filipina maids told Kazuko dinner was ready, and not long after that we were seated round the dining-table hearing Roido-san outline his programme for the evening. "I expect we've all worked up a fair appetite by now," he began, "so I thought we'd start with some simple one-on-one freestyle fucking. Bruce, I suppose you'd like to have Megumi first?" "Just try and stop me!" said Mr Horrigan, as I looked at him with shy gratitude. "Well, she's been invited specially so that you could meet her, so I'm glad you like her so much! That means I'll take Sanae, if it's all right with you Igarashi-san: I know Kazuko will be delighted to entertain you." Mr Igarashi nodded, and looked hungrily at Kazuko Lloyd's firm breasts. She pretended not to notice, but casually unclipped the decorations from her breasts, placing the pair of stones neatly on the table beside her plate. As she massaged her nipples with her fingers, she smiled politely at Mr Igarashi. I guessed he and she were an established couple at the Lloyds' parties, and perhaps elsewhere - I did not know how far these open marriages extended. "After that appetiser, I'd like to suggest that we men choose one of the girls for a nice long three-on-one fuck." I could feel my heart beginning to pound. Oh, please let it be me! I was begging silently. "That will leave four of us pretty worn out, and the other two girls stimulated from watching us, I hope. So then it would be fun if they’d give us a lesbian show." Sanae Igarashi caught my eye across the table with a meaningful smile. Despite her husband's irritation she had peeled off her tight latex top when taking her place at dinner, one of the Filipina maids helping her to undo the fastenings down the back and taking the garment away to a closet where our clothes would be looked after as they were discarded. Her firm pointed breasts and trim torso fascinated me and it was obvious she intended that she and I should perform the lesbian sex. But that wouldn't work! I couldn't be _both_ the girl in the foursome _and_ Sanae's lesbian partner, much as I wanted to be: it would be terribly rude to leave Kazuko as a wallflower at her own party. Perhaps there would be a chance for us later: there were things I so much wanted her to teach me, and do to me. Confused, I looked apologetically towards Kazuko, and then down at my plate. "That should get us all pretty well fired up again," Roido-san was continuing, "and ready for some more one-on-one fucking. With different partners." "Hey!" said Mr Horrigan. "Sorry, but we all want a turn at Megumi." I blushed happily. "Even Sanae-san ... ouch!" She had obviously kicked him under the table. Her husband glared at her. "Sorry, Sanae-san, I didn't think it was meant to be a secret ... All we have to decide is who has her first - Bruce excluded, of course, since he gets his turn at the start." He cleared a space on the table in front of him, placed a fruit-knife in the centre and span it. It revolved, wobbled, and came to rest with the blade pointing more towards Mr Igarashi than anyone else. "There! Lucky you. And if my darling wife will forgive her erring husband and take me back for a while ..." "I'll be glad to," said Kazuko, "and I'll do my best to ensure you're in no state to screw anyone else all evening. Even Megumi." "Oh, I'm _always_ ready to screw Megumi," he replied longingly. I was flattered, of course, but thought his remark was a bit tactless in his wife's presence. From her quick frown I could see that she thought so too and did my best to mime an apology to her across the table. "Right, when do we start?" asked Mr Horrigan. "But, my dear Bruce, we haven't finished dinner yet!" "To hell with dinner! I'm ready, and I hope Megumi is too." FOOTNOTE [10] The video was in fact made that summer, and was called _Paapuru no Ai wo Oshiete ne_ or _Please Teach me Purple Love_. I and a freelance girl were two innocent young OLs on holiday. It was great fun. We had a pretty lesbian scene together, and of course there was plenty of sex and nude romping in the lavender field with a couple of boys recruited on the spot. Marucho had to pay a local farmer well for a day's exclusive use of his field, but the video made a lot of money. I got heaps of fan-mail from star-struck girls just beginning to dream about sex, telling me shyly how much they had learnt from the video and how it had helped them enjoy their first tentative experiences. It is a lovely thought that young girls discover the beauty of sex from watching my videos, and might even be inspired by them to enter the sex industry, just as I was by Miss Takahashi's. [Next in Part 27: Chapter XVIII continued] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams