WORK IN PROGRESS 07 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS BY BOB WILLIAMS ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, YUU AND RUMI PART 07 CHAPTER VII The New Girl This is the first piece I have written about a girl called Tama. She is very important to me. She is very beautiful and elegant: the perfect companion at any event from a formal reception to the most uninhibited sex-party. In fucking she is insatiable and highly imaginative. Our relationship is not exclusive: given our respective jobs, that would hardly be possible nor would we want it to be. But one of the nicest moments in the day is when she comes home, her lust on fire, from the bar or club where she is working, rushes upstairs to shower and put on some little outfit she knows will stimulate me, then floats downstairs into my arms and whispers to me excitedly the delightful things she wants me to do to her. She doesn't usually leave me time to tell her what I want _her_ to do to _me_, but she does them anyway ... The six girls had finished their act and were now coming slowly down the shallow steps into the audience area, smiling happily and looking from one to the other of us. We were not many in the audience that early in the evening and I was keen to attract the attention of the girl who had been dancing nearest to me. She was exceptionally beautiful: tall, but with a perfect figure. Her extra height came from her long legs, their shapeliness sexily displayed in tightly-fitting black thigh-boots with absurdly high and slender heels. She wasn't wearing anything else now, of course, having very charmingly removed the rest of her costume while on stage. I sat up straight in my comfortable reclining chair and waved at her enthusiastically. Another group of men were trying to attract her attention, but she chose to join me. The reclining seat was not really wide enough for two but she squeezed in beside me, lying on her side while I held her in my right arm. "Ooh, that's good," she said, wriggling against me and seeming to enjoy the caresses of my free hand. "It's hard work up there. Nice to lie down for a while!" I've written before about the new style of strip-clubs which are becoming fashionable in Japan. They are more like lounges than theatres, with groups of comfortable seats and couches of different kinds arranged round a low oval stage. The traditional "plain vanilla" strip-club where girls posed nude but untouched for a while before disappearing backstage has largely disappeared. Contact between the performers and the audience is of course now universal and the new "lounge"-style club takes that a step further by aiming at the general atmosphere of a good private party. The girls are there to strip and entertain the guests, of course, but perform - singly or in group - as if they were responding to the party mood and hoping for some serious sex with other guests, rather than going through a routine.[18] "What's your name?" I asked. "I am Tama," she said. "That's nice," I said. "It means 'Jewel,' doesn't it?" I sketched the character in the air with the forefinger of my left hand - not easy, but it was my only free hand. "Yes, that's very clever of you - can you write characters?" "A few," I said, and put my left hand to better use tickling and squeezing her right breast. It was delightfully full and firm. "That's nice," she said. "Please do it some more." I did it some more, and bent my head downwards so I could kiss her. Her free hand wandered downwards and, because she was lying a little lower in the reclining chair than I was, could reach my erection. She began to stroke it through my trousers. We kissed again. This time she took the lead, her tongue expertly tickling and stimulating the inside of my mouth. She dribbled some saliva onto my tongue: it tasted sweet and fresh. At the same time I could feel her clever fingers working down the zipper of my trousers. "That's very nice," I said when I could speak again. "I don't think I've seen you here before, have I?" "Probably not," she said. Her hand was inside my trousers now, freeing my erection from my underpants. "I only started on Monday." "Do you like it here?" "Oh, yes. The atmosphere is so nice, and you meet such nice people. And I like the lack of - you know - barriers." "Where did you work before?" She had my cock completely free now, and was stroking it skilfully. "Oh, nowhere ... this is the first club I have worked in. When I said I'd only just started I meant started at all, as a - you know, as a stripper and dancer." "So last Monday was your debut, your first public performance, your first time ever nude in public? Oh, I'm _so_ sorry I missed it." She giggled and kissed me. "I wasn't very good," she said. "But everyone was very kind. And I did enjoy it. Of course I've often been nude at parties, and so on, just with friends ..." "Why did you decide to become a professional?" She buried her face in my shoulder. Her long hair fell across my face: I left it there, it felt nice and smelt gently of some kind of floral shampoo. "Bills to pay ..." she murmured shyly. "Credit cards ..." I kissed her gently on her averted forehead. I had guessed as much. All of us who appreciate the beautiful sexuality of Japanese girls should be very grateful to the credit card companies and their generosity with their plastic. Girls like Tama with steady jobs as Office Ladies find cards arriving in the mail without even applying for them. And of course they use them: shopping is a religion for Japanese girls. When they inevitably get into difficulties in paying off the growing debt their friends soon tell them, in discreet girlish whispers, of a way of earning extra money - easily and enjoyably. Without that need they might never find their way to expressing their sexuality so completely and so beautifully. There is nothing sweeter than the sight of a pretty Japanese girl taking her first shy steps into public sex, performing her first strip, offering herself to the audience without quite understanding why she is so aroused and wants so much to be taken ... and then, as Tama soon would, finding that she is hopelessly addicted to the delight of posing nude for an appreciative audience, and of choosing lovers at random to ease the insatiable itch in her pussy while the rest of us watch and cheer her on as she fucks ... Even when she has paid off her debts, nothing will stop her then: she needs this satisfaction and fulfilment more and more, progressing to fucking on camera for the sex video studios, developing more sophisticated tastes, appearing at clubs where girls with a craving for fetishistic and perverted public sex are admired and appreciated ... Well, you've read my books and stories, I hope, so you know what I am describing. It doesn't last long, of course: there is such intense pressure from below from all those eager young girls desperate to enter the industry, spurred on by the combination of sexual fire and indebtedness. But while it does last, she is in heaven - and so am I and so, I hope, are you. I kissed her again, and asked: "How did you come to think of it?" "Well," she said in a shy little voice, still unable to look at me, "I was talking to my best friend in the office. Did I tell you I work as an OL?" "No, but I guessed. Lots of girls who work in clubs like this are OLs." "Are they? Anyway, she told me she had found a way of earning extra money. It was easy and great fun. And she said, why not come along this evening and see what I do? So I did. And she arranged for me to sit in the audience and watch her ... you know, perform. And at first I thought, 'I can't _possibly_ do this!' And then when I saw how easy it was, and how much she was enjoying herself, I thought, 'Yes, I can! I _can_ do it!' And then when she had finished and was completely ... you know, naked, and looked more _beautiful_ than I'd ever seen her before, and began to choose men from the audience to ... er ..." "Fuck her?" I suggested gently. There is something so sweet about a girl who is still a little shy about using lovers' language that I couldn't help kissing her again under the great mask of her spread hair. "Yes ... and then I thought, 'I _want_ to do this!'" How lovely, I thought, to catch a girl at this exact moment of her sexual development. From "I can't do it ..." to "I _can_ do it!" to "I _want_ to do it ..." are the first three stages of becoming a enchanting performer of public sex: but the final stage - and I could tell Tama was trembling on the brink of it - was "I MUST do it!" the lovely moment when a girl finds she yearns so unbearably to be nude and lusted after in public and fucked in front of an appreciative audience that nothing else in her life matters and she is hopelessly, wonderfully addicted to public nudity and sex - the fulfilment her sensuality had been driving her towards ever since her first sexual experience all those years before. "But they didn't take you on at your friend's club?" I asked. "No. I went backstage with her afterwards but they said they were not recruiting. Then - I suppose they could see I was upset - they gave me the number of this place. A new place, they said, and perhaps they still needed some girls." "So you rang them?" "Not the next day. I felt so shy and embarrassed about explaining what I wanted. But then the day after that another of those dreadful bills came, so I made myself do it as soon as I arrived at the office. They sounded very friendly and asked me to come round for an audition as soon as I finished work." "And you passed, of course." "Well, yes. A young man took me to an office where an older man - the manager, I suppose - was waiting for me. They asked me to strip for them." "In your OL uniform?" "Well, yes," said Tama with a little giggle. "That's what I was wearing! Until I took it off, of course ..." She giggled again charmingly. "And when I'd done that and I was quite nude we ... you know, made love: I knelt on the carpet and sucked the young man while the older man entered me from behind. It was _really_ nice! And what made it specially nice was that a few other people came in to watch, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It made me feel that doing it all before an audience was what I specially wanted - that it added to the pleasure." "Well, of course it does. And they took you? For the Club, I mean." "Yes. They said start on Monday, and now it's Friday and I'm still here, so they must be satisfied with me." She had lost her shyness now and her hand was stroking my cock again. I was beginning to feel quite serious about seeing more of Tama. "What time do you finish this evening?" "Oh, not for a while yet. I have another performance to do, and then I'm expected to ... you know ... talk to the audience ..." "Like you're doing now?" She giggled; then continued giving careful attention to my cock. "But after that?" She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. "I live nearby," I added. "Well ..." She was clearly unwilling to commit herself. Try before you buy was her rule, perhaps. Or maybe there were difficulties: parents expecting her at home, for example. In any case I was beginning to fidget in my chair: the arm with which I was holding her was getting cramped. She took the hint at once. "Wouldn't it be nicer if I was on top of you?" she suggested. "More comfortable?" She pulled herself out of the narrow space beside me and, with some relief, I wriggled into the middle. At once she was kneeling over me, her elegantly booted legs fitting on either side of me. At first she knelt over my knees and prepared to take my cock in her mouth. But, tempted though I was, I had another more specialised pleasure in mind. I urged her to slide further up, and further up, until at last her pussy was placed where I wanted it. The crisp curls of her pubic hair were neatly trimmed, and the hairs of her crotch were completely shaved. Tentatively, I tasted her with the tip of my tongue, running it down towards her anus and then up again, harvesting the delicious drops of nectar and finishing by swirling my tongue round her sweet little clitoris. I felt the electric thrill vibrate through her in response. I don't know if she had ever had her pussy eaten by an expert before, but she was eager to learn. I grasped her slender waist in both hands and pulled her exactly into position, fitting tightly over my lips. Her cunt, stimulated beyond endurance by the recent thrill of on-stage nudity, was drenched with pussy-juice and poured it gratefully into my mouth as my tongue penetrated its lovely fleshy petals. When I go, I want to go like this, I thought: suffocated by an enchanting Japanese pussy and drowned in its flood of exquisite nectar. I suddenly remembered a preacher I had heard when forced to attend services in America as a boy: assuring us that this life is only a preparation for the next, to be used wisely. Well, if Paradise involves an endless supply of Japanese pussies waiting to be sucked and of Japanese cunt-juice to be savoured, while listening to the angelic squeals of lovely Japanese girls being propelled by my tongue into endless celestial orgasm, then I think I may say I am well prepared. And if it doesn't, then I'm not going. Which suddenly led to another thought: maybe my destiny is another place, where I would have the use of torture equipment infinitely more subtle and sophisticated than anything we have devised on this earth, and be required to torment lovely Japanese girls into the endless masochistic orgasms about which they constantly daydream ... I was well prepared to do that, too, as the many visitors to the locked and sound-proofed room in my apartment could testify. Well, in Paradise - and in Hell - there may be no concept of time, but on earth nothing lasts for ever, as my itching balls were reminding me. So I brought lovely Tama to her climax and was rewarded by provocative screams and a final rich gush of nectar. "Oh, that was so lovely!" she said when she could speak again. "Now it's your turn." Quickly she slithered down my body and was soon kneeling on the carpet before me. She began to pull down my trousers and underpants, and I raised my hips to help her. Then she was stroking my balls and kissing my cock. "Lovely! Oh, beautiful!" she said; and then, like a greedy little girl with a new present, "Mine! All mine!" "Yes, of course," I said. "All yours." "My friend at the office taught me that," she said, continuing to do wonderfully maddening things with her lips and fingers. "'When you're standing up there nude,' she said to me, 'and the audience are enjoying looking at you and wanting you and dreaming of fucking you, the room will be full of erections. They weren't there before. You made them,' she said. 'If it weren't for your nudity and sexiness, they wouldn't be there. So they're _yours_, to do what you like with. Don't ever forget that!' So I promised I wouldn't." I was too far gone to tell her I agreed. "Oh, please don't come yet!" she said teasingly. "I want it to last." A little bubble of pre-cum had appeared at the tip of my cock. She removed it expertly and licked her finger. Her technique was now most arousing and I was having difficulty keeping myself under control. Then suddenly she did something to my balls with the sharp tips of her long nails, and with a strangled shout I came in her mouth. She kept sucking and licking till the last drop, then sat up with a smile, still holding my shrinking cock between finger and thumb. "That was nice," she said in a sticky voice, still kneeling on the floor and resting her arms on my thighs. "_Very_ nice. But, what's the time?" She picked up my left wrist and glanced at my watch. "Ooh, I must go - I must get dressed for my next act." She stood up hurriedly, and stood before me a vision of sexuality in nothing but her long high-heeled boots. "Till later?" I asked. "Yes. Till later," she said, agreeing at last. "Then you can give me a ... you know ... do it all to me properly." She waved and smiled, and was gone. A waitress with a tray wandered over in my direction. She was prettily dressed in a maid's lace cap, a black bow-tie and a short wide skirt in shiny black material. Long silvery ornaments dangled from the rings piercing her nipples and from the stud fixed in her navel. Her eyes wandered over my open trousers and with a little curtsey she offered me a rolled damp cloth from her tray. I accepted it, wiped myself clean and did up my trousers while she watched. "Can I get you anything else, sir?" she asked, smiling coquettishly as I looked her over appreciatively. "Yes, a beer please. Sapporo Black Label." "Certainly, sir." An attractive uniform for the bar staff, I thought, as she tripped off, taking sexy little steps in her high heels. I must come here more often. I wonder if she is wearing anything under that pretty little skirt. Surely not. That would spoil it. She returned and stood beside me, balancing the tray with a glass on her left hand while she poured the beer with her right. I reached up and slid my hand gently up her skirt. No, nothing underneath. Nice, I thought. I looked up at her face. She was smiling discreetly but was still pouring accurately, not distracted at all by my light stroking of her smooth bottom. Well trained, I thought. Really, a lot of effort has gone into getting this place just right. "Will I see you on stage this evening?" I asked as she placed the full glass and the bottle on my little side-table. The decorations fixed to her breasts and navel tinkled agreeably as she moved. "No, sir, I'm afraid not. I'm on bar duty tonight." "Oh. Pity." She smiled politely and withdrew. As I took the first sip of beer lights began to come up on the stage area and Tama's next show began. She entered with a second girl, both of them dressed in delightfully sexy OL uniforms. I wondered idly if it was the actual uniform Tama wore at work during the day. There was a bit of dialogue in which the other girl addressed her as _o-nesan_ or "elder sister": obviously Tama, even though the younger and less experienced, had because of her height been given the part of the senior of the two, and the other was supposed to be younger and very much under her spell. Tama patted her on the cheek and she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Then they kissed: shyly at first, then more and more passionately as a full-scale lesbian scene developed. The girls helped each other out of their clothes and Tama stood over her colleague, dressed now only in garter-belt and dark stockings, directing her as she sucked and licked her pussy. Then they were on the bed - yes, there was a bed in this office - in a passionate sixty-nine position. As so often in Japanese strip-clubs there were a few girls in the audience. Across the stage on the opposite side from me was a little group of older schoolgirls, watching everything that happened with fascination. No doubt one had dared the others and they had somehow found enough pocket-money for the entrance fee. Or else the management, always on the look-out for new talent and new audience, had let them in for nothing on their first visit. After Tama and her partner had performed their first orgasm, she left the bed and went to kneel on the edge of the stage facing the group of girls. I could not hear what she was saying, but it was clear she was inviting them, or one of them, to join in. There was much squealing and giggling, and enthusiastic encouragement from the men in the audience, and at last one girl - perhaps the ringleader who had brought the group here - stood up. She looked round boldly, then took one of the others by the hand and dragged her up onto the stage after her. This is getting good, I thought. Tama and her partner helped the two out of their school uniforms and passed the clothes to their friends in the audience to look after. Then each took one of the schoolgirls and showed her what to do. The elder one at least needed little encouragement - she was no doubt a leader of after-hours sexual activity at her school - and was soon rapturously making love with Tama's fellow-actress, as if with an adored teacher. The other schoolgirl was much more timid, even though as so often happens she had lost much of her shyness with her clothes. But Tama led her gently into the lesbian loveliness for which she secretly yearned, and a very stimulating foursome developed, the schoolgirl amateurs screaming joyously as their new-found passion mounted. At last the scene ended and it was time for the girls to walk temptingly down into the audience. What, I wondered, would happen now to the two schoolgirls? Would they be allowed to rejoin their friends, dress and receive their envious congratulations? No: Tama, beautifully nude now in only her OL high-heels and lovingly embracing her equally naked schoolgirl partner, was leading her into the audience, taking a route which led her a long way from where her clothes were being held for her. And the other girl was doing the same, taking the more experienced amateur with her. Tama and her partner found their way to an area close to where I was reclining. I made no move to attract them, but waited to see what they would do. A group of men near me were holding their arms out and soon one had received the giggling, squirming little virgin schoolgirl who, having shown off her pretty pubescent nudity for the first time in public, was about to achieve the ultimate heaven of being fucked by an experienced lover before an appreciative audience. Not just once but many times: I watched fascinated as, wriggling and squealing, she was passed naked from man to man, becoming less and less inhibited and self-conscious as she thanked them prettily and begged them to do it all to her again, and again, and please _please_ not to stop doing it. Never could a girl have had a more magical introduction into the bliss of public sex. "Shall we go now?" said a voice. I looked up, and there was Tama, still charmingly nude. "Yes, if you're ready," I said. "Come with me for a moment - I'll just get a coat, and bring my clothes for tomorrow. Then I won't have to ..." Go home, she meant. The weekend was ours to enjoy. I began to plan the night's programme as I followed her. We would start with an hour or so of Paradise. But after that ... perhaps I could delicately enquire whether her sexual education had yet awakened any interest in equally thrilling but less celestial pleasures. The locked door of my secret sound-proofed room was waiting patiently for us both. FOOTNOTES [18] See _Unfinished Affairs_ Chapter XII. I met Yuki again working at one of these clubs. [Next in Part 08: Maiko: Tighter, Tighter!] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams