WORK IN PROGRESS 15 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 15 CHAPTER XV The Public Performer Just because a girl can be trained to be a good fuck doesn't mean that she will be a good performer in sex-shows or porn videos. Most girls are very stimulated by the idea of doing the things they love most while an audience cheers them on or cameras scrutinise them, but it requires a particular temperament to perform well and naturally. That is something that little Rumi had all right. "Of course I'll take it off for you!" said Rumi. "But slowly, yes? You like to be teased a bit, don't you? I know _I_ do!" The party had been a great success so far. I had brought Megumi Kato as my date - her husband was on one of his business trips to the States. We were old friends and it was always understood between us that, much as we enjoyed fucking together, at sex-parties we were both free to do what we liked with whomever we fancied. And the party had hardly got into its stride when I asked her to excuse me and went over to chat up Rumi. Rumi was a perfect fantasy of young Japanese sexuality. She was wearing a lovely little gold bikini coyly hiding her pretty breasts and crotch, and held together behind with gold strings so narrow as to be almost invisible against her golden skin. The apparent nudity of her back view was charming, and from the front three little glittering triangles emphasised the perfection of her figure. On her feet she had delightfully provocative gold sandals with very high heels, held on by long thongs wound round her ankles and a little way up her calves, hinting at a taste for the sweetness of bondage. The picture was completed by the prettiest face imaginable, with unusually big eyes for a Japanese girl, a cute little nose and a mouth made for kissing - and more. She had already attracted plenty of attention, but she had been looking across at Megumi and me, smiling and making little "I want to be touched" gestures by fiddling with her long hair and resting her cheek on her raised shoulder. I was not so conceited as to think she had immediately chosen me as her first partner of the evening: the attraction was probably Megumi. Well, nothing wrong with that: a sweet Japanese girl who recognises and admires one of Japan's leading porn actresses is the sort of sweet Japanese girl I like. She and I obviously have tastes in common, I thought. So, as I say, I had introduced myself and, for the moment, cut her out from the others who were taking an interest in her. Well, they could have their turn later. There was music playing and a sort of dance-floor in the middle of the room illuminated brightly by coloured spots. She was willing enough to dance - though dancing wasn't really the word for it: the floor was an opportunity for guests to fondle and explore each other. Which is what I had been doing to Rumi. She wasn't doing much to me in return, but she was encouraging me in what I was doing to her. For the moment I was well satisfied. She now had her back to me and was moaning slightly as I explored her breasts and crotch through the shining gold cloth of her bikini. I had just suggested that it would be nice for us both if she took the bikini off. Which she was willing to do, but only slowly and teasingly. "Yes, I like being teased by girls," I replied, "so long as it doesn't go on too long." She giggled. "It won't," she said. "I don't want to be teased ... tease myself ... for too long either." This sounded interesting. "What do you mean by teasing yourself?" I asked. "Well," she said, leaning her head against my left shoulder and looking up at me, "I just _love_ being nude where everyone can watch me. But I love it even more if I make myself wait a bit. You know? Men like being made to wait a bit, don't they? So I make them wait ... a bit ... and make myself wait too. It's _so_ nice, and makes it even nicer when I can't wait any longer!" "When did you first go nude for an audience?" I asked. "Oh, well, I suppose when I started going to parties like this. A couple of years ago. That was fun! I can still remember the first time I was nude at a party. It made me tingle all over with excitement. But then ..." "Yes?" "One evening I went with some girl-friends to a strip-club. Just as a dare. And ..." "You were invited up on stage." "That's right! How did you know? The others were shy, but I volunteered. It was _so_ lovely! Much, much nicer than just doing it for friends at a party. Up on a proper stage, under the lights, with all those wonderful men watching me and wanting me. It was _thrilling_!" She paused. I could feel her heart beating fast. She turned to face me, and her quick breathing tickled my chest. She tossed her hair back, then looked up, blushing prettily. "I can't wait any longer. I _can't_. Take my bra off for me!" I quickly pulled apart the little bows round her back and behind her neck. She wriggled round in my arms again and I caught the two little scraps of gold cloth as they fell, tossing the bikini top into a corner of the room. A girl attending a sex-party hardly expected to take her underwear away with her. Or any of her clothes, in the case of Rumi, since she was wearing nothing else. Her breasts were delightfully firm, the small hard nipples pressing against my fingers as I fondled and squeezed them. "Oh, that's lovely!" she said. "Are people watching?" We were standing in the middle of the dance-floor, under the full blaze of the spots. People were watching all right. "Of course," she said, "I soon found out that there's one thing even more wonderful than being nude in front of an audience." "And that is?" She giggled delightfully. "Silly! Being fucked in front of an audience of course! I didn't know, when I went up on that stage, that getting nude was just the start of the show. The main part was fucking men who came up to join me. That was fantastic! I just couldn't get enough of it - I still can't." "So now you go to strip-clubs a lot?" "Of course! Whenever I can! Now I know how wonderful it is I just can't stop. Of course, parties like this are lovely, too," she added hurriedly, "and being here with you, and being nude for you to enjoy, and being fucked by you. You _are_ going to fuck me, aren't you?" she asked anxiously. "Sure." "Oh, good! But the men who fuck me at strip-clubs are real connoisseurs, you see. I'm so flattered that they want to have me, when they must have had hundreds of more experienced and skilful girls ... thousands! And of course I learn so much from being fucked by real experts." "That's nice for you." "I never want it to stop! Do you know what I dream of, most nights, in bed? Lying there naked, wanting the dream to come again?" "Do you always sleep nude?" "Of course! It feels so nice ... but don't you want to hear my dream?" I could guess what it was, but I asked her to tell me all the same. "I am taken by magic to a place where I am always required to be nude - except for pretty shoes and a little jewellery - and some strange alien being with hundreds of, you know, _tentacles_ holds me so I can't escape and fucks me _everywhere_ for ever and ever and ever without stopping once! Oh, I love it!"[28] My left hand was still stroking and petting her left breast, but the right was moving down to her crotch. On the way down my little finger visited her tiny navel, probing and tickling it. "Ooh, that's nice!" "No navel-stud yet?" I asked, knowing the answer. "No. Not yet. I'd like to have it done - it looks so pretty on other girls. Do men like a girl to be pierced like that?" "Yes. Men like it. And in other places too." My right hand was now on her crotch, stroking her pussy through the tiny bikini panties, sometimes playing with the little bows on her hips, threatening to pull them open. "Oh, I can't wait any longer!" she cried suddenly. "I can't bear any more teasing. I _must_ be nude for you - and for all the others!" She pulled away from me before I could react, and stood in the middle of the floor under the lights. Her hands pulled the little bows apart, as they had done so often in delighted response to the demands of strip-club audiences: for a moment she held the little golden triangle coquettishly in front of her pussy, then she raised it, swung it round a few times and threw it away. The other guests applauded and cheered as she posed elegantly for them. Flashes flickered over her as they photographed her so they could enjoy her again later - images which would of course be posted tomorrow on the internet so that beauty-lovers all over the world could drool and masturbate over her. For a short while she would be one of the world's most sexually desired girls, her nude beauty conjuring up oceans of cum. Did she know she had this power over so many men? Her ecstatic face showed clearly that she did. She span round two-and-a-half times on her heels like a dancer and snuggled into my arms again, her bottom wriggling sensuously against the obvious bulge in my trousers and my hands stroking her nakedness. Her nudity was still being bathed in flashes. My fingers in her crotch discovered an intriguing bareness: no sign even of the wisp of curly hair I was expecting. Was she naturally hairless or had she shaved? If the latter, she had done it well: there was no trace of any stubble or roughness. I swung her up in my arms and carried her to an armchair which stood beside the dance-floor. I placed her low down in the cushions and at once knelt between her thighs, examining my new discovery. "No hair at all?" I asked, looking up at last. "No." She giggled naughtily. "But don't worry. I'm old enough to be fucked - _just_!" I stood up, only long enough to kick off my trousers; then knelt again, burying my face in her crotch. She wriggled and squealed with joy as the tip of my tongue tormented her tiny clitoris, my mouth clamped over her pussy as she poured out spasm after spasm of the thickest and most delicious nectar I had ever tasted. My hands held her firmly by the waist; then I threw her legs over my shoulders and felt her cross and lock them behind my neck to hold me prisoner. _That_ was a trick she had learned at her strip-clubs, I thought! As I licked and sucked, almost turning her cunt inside-out in my lust, a corner of my mind was thanking whichever of the Gods of Japan looked after my interests for giving me this perfection. Searching for it was what kept me here: a girl who was both aesthetically satisfying in her nude loveliness and a beautifully trained little fuck. My hearing was muffled by her thighs locked so tightly round me but I could make out her screams of lust against a confused background of laughter and applause from all around us. I felt her body stiffen and spasm as she achieved her first orgasm; then she relaxed and I was able to pull away. "Oh, thank you, _thank you_!" she said as I came up for air. "That was _so_ wonderful!" Suddenly she sat up in the chair. "But I haven't given you anything!" "Yes you have. The most delicious pussy-juice I've ever tasted. And so much!" She giggled. "Now you must give me your juice. I _love_ drinking cum!" I stood and offered my erection to her lips. She took it in her hands and kissed the tip lovingly. "No, not here," she then said. "Let's lie down." So we moved to one of the mattresses laid out on the floor. I lay on my back and Rumi knelt beside me, stroking my cock delightfully. Then, smiling naughtily, she squatted over me and began to impale her soaking cunt on my erection. Of course I have been a happy guest in many young girls' pussies, but I cannot remember one which was so wonderfully tight and with such deliciously rippling muscles. Having eased me into her, with agonising slowness, right up to the hilt, she then began to rise and fall over me. If this goes on much longer, I thought, I won't be able to hold back long enough to save my cum for her mouth. But she spared me that subjection, and after about twenty long-drawn-out strokes she pulled her pussy off me. She switched round and sat on my face. At once my hands were round her waist, controlling her movement as I again luxuriated in her delicious, dripping cunt. At first she rode me triumphantly, waving her arms in the air; then she leant forward, stroked my cock and started licking it prettily. At last I felt it pulled fully into her mouth. It was indeed a mouth designed for more than just kissing. Soon I was beyond self-control, the cum bursting up from my balls into her throat. "Oh, that was _so_ nice!" said Rumi. "You _will_ do it to me again, won't you?" She was lying snuggled up against me now, her voice still sticky. Suddenly she started scrambling to her feet, and I became aware of a figure standing beside our mattress. It was Megumi. I stood up too, and introduced Rumi: she was gazing at Megumi with adoration. "But you are Megumi Kato!" she said. "I absolutely _love_ your videos!" "Oh, have you seen them?" asked Megumi with casual grace born of long experience with worshipping fans. "Yes! Yes! I've seen lots of porn videos, but yours are the best. I've learnt so much from watching you." I was looking at Megumi with some surprise. She was still wearing the shiny black corset she had chosen as her costume for the party, but she had strapped a huge artificial cock to her crotch. It was shiny black like her corset, and decorated with rings of metal studs. Little Rumi followed my gaze and saw it too, letting out a gasp of delighted astonishment. "Ooh, how beautiful! May I touch it?" I had first met Megumi when she was nineteen and just beginning on the career which had taken her to the heights of the Japanese porn industry. At that time her basic orientation was certainly heterosexual, though with that little touch of lesbianism which most sexually aware Japanese girls have and which is part of their charm. Then she had become the willing slave of the half-Japanese, half-American Mr Otani to whom she was now married. In the process she and Samantha, known as Sammy, his sexy blonde daughter by an American girl, had become intimate friends and often shared a bed - and a whip. (Sometimes they invited me to participate, and the combinations became delightfully complex.) But this was the first time I had seen Megumi present herself in public as a dominant Lesbian. There was no doubt it was a success with Rumi. She was already on her knees in front of Megumi's phallus, kissing it and stroking it. I could hear Megumi explaining that it was designed to stimulate _her_ clitoris and pussy with every stroke too, so she would get as much pleasure from fucking with it as the girl being fucked - quite apart from the more subtle pleasure of dominating a girl and bringing her to helpless orgasm. "Oh, please - please, won't you do it to me?" begged Rumi. "All right. Lick it well - you'll need some lubrication. And, watch!" As Rumi began to caress the beautiful toy Megumi pressed a little switch near the root and the phallus began to vibrate and twist, while the rings of metal studs turned in different directions. I felt almost jealous of it: how could a real cock compete with such a tireless machine in pleasuring a cunt? Someone wheeled up a low padded table for Rumi, and she lay on it, her bottom conveniently at one edge and her head hanging over the other end, her long hair forming a black pool on the carpet. Megumi advanced, threatening and then overwhelming the little hairless pussy with her vibrating, wriggling instrument. At once Rumi began to gasp and cry out. I was sure that, as well as twirling the metal studs and twisting the shaft, the phallus's batteries were delivering tingling electrical shocks to the petals of Rumi's cunt. Then the gasps and squeals of pleasure gave way to strangulated gurgles as the men standing at Rumi's head end began in turn to insert their cocks into her upside-down mouth. I walked round and joined the group. Most pulled out at the last moment and sprayed their cum over Rumi's pert breasts, but when my turn came I finished in her mouth. She recognised my flavour, of course, and as I prepared to give way to the next man murmured "Thank you, Bob! That was lovely! Welcome back." At last Megumi's attention to her cunt reached such a pitch that she began to writhe and scream as her climax built. The men stopped fucking her mouth so that they could enjoy the sight and sound of a lovely naked girl possessed by a powerful orgasm - is there anything in life more beautiful? As Rumi's screams at last gave way to whimpers of lust and gratitude, her audience, deeply moved and aroused, dispersed to fuck the other willing girls who were perhaps feeling a little neglected. Two of the pretty Filipina maids who looked after our host's house, dressed in their sweetly provocative party uniforms, helped a fainting Rumi to the bathroom where they ooh'd and aah'd over her and helped her clean up. "That's a remarkable girl," said Megumi to me. She had unbuckled her strap-on phallus and was now standing beside me, elegantly beautiful in just her black corset and high-heels. "Yes," I said. "She really adores public nudity and public fucking." "How lovely for her! Only at parties like this?" "Oh, no! She says she goes all the time to strip-clubs where she volunteers as an amateur and fucks as many of the audience as she can." "That shows real talent. Do you know how old she is?" "All I know is that she said she was now just old enough to be fucked. But I don't know what she really meant by that. Just sixteen? She looks about that." "I must ask her to come and see me at my office," said Megumi thoughtfully. "Then I can arrange a screen-test for her." "At sixteen?" "Oh, yes. So long as it's unpaid and private." We were both thinking of Megumi's disappointment when she had wanted to audition as a fuck-film actress but had been told by the studio they were not interested as she was under eighteen - the age at which a girl can legally start earning her living from sex. Now Megumi and her husband were running the studio and were clearly insisting on a more sympathetic attitude to young hopefuls whose newly developed sexuality had made them recognise their vocation. "Has she been whipped yet? Or caned, spanked, bound?" "I don't think so," I said. "She didn't mention it, or ask for it. Of course those pretty shoes she is wearing hint at bondage, but I don't know if she fully realises that. For the moment it's just flirting, I think." "Mr Otani and I have been thinking," said Megumi after a pause. "About the future. We want to try and bring porn into the mainstream. Oh, I don't mean the sort of gloomy, unerotic sex you get in some arty movies by famous directors." "I hope not!" I said. We both knew the sort of thing she meant. "What we do in the porn industry - in the part of it we run, anyway - is show fucking as beautiful, as something every girl has a right to enjoy as often as possible. I think girls who see our movies realise that." "Yes, Rumi, for example. I mean, she learnt about sex and her desires long before she started watching porn, but when she did it helped her to see that what she was doing in all those strip-clubs was beautiful and natural." "Right. And it teaches girls new things about themselves. I discovered whipping when my lover showed me a BDSM video starring Mie Takahashi. Do you remember her?" "Do I _remember_ her? She was one of the greatest. Until you came along." "Takahashi-san said I would be her successor," said Megumi. "She was _so_ beautiful. I worshipped her. Anyway, if I hadn't seen that video of her being whipped I wouldn't have known that _I_ wanted to be whipped more than anything else in the world." "And you can show masochism as beautiful and natural, in a mainstream movie? So that girls in the audience will go home and beg their lovers to whip them too? It sounds too good to be true." "Oh, yes. We already do, in our limited way. When we show a girl being exquisitely tortured we also show the ecstasy in her face. Not all our rivals do, of course. Some prefer to show a girl pretending to suffer. But of course they don't do it for real." Megumi was referring to her studio's slogan and fundamental principle, "We Always Do It For Real." "If you tie up a girl," she went on, "and employ an actor who really understands his business to whip her on camera, of course she'll be in ecstasy. But if you fake it, and tell the girl to act suffering, that's what you'll get." "In real life, though," I said thoughtfully, "a girl will often act suffering because she knows it inspires her lover to whip her even harder. A girl can be very beautiful when she's screaming and begging for mercy." "Yes. But you both know she's just pretending, and is really loving it." "What about censorship?" I asked, changing the subject. "You seem to be able to get away with _hea-nudo_[29] in some sex videos these days, but surely they'd never allow it in a mainstream movie." "We're thinking of challenging that head-on. Let them prosecute us if they dare." "That's brave." "And anyway we'll have the US market. Our products are doing well there, thanks to Mr Otani. We can't legally be censored there because of the First Amendment." "Yes. Although I do wonder if Washington and Jefferson and the rest really meant to defend the right of a pretty girl to show off her pussy in public. Still we must be profoundly grateful that's what they did, whether they intended it or not." "So if we have trouble here we'll be able to shame the Japanese censors by making them look very silly in contrast with the Americans." "I hope you're right." "Well, what I am looking for now is a new girl to star in a mainstream movie. She will play a young girl growing up and discovering her sexuality; as her body develops she will learn how to dress to enhance its beauty and sexiness; she will have her first joyful experiences with lovers which we will present in the most beautiful and positive way; she will discover all sorts of new and different things she wants to do with her sexuality and her beauty; and at last she will enter the sex industry and be worshipped and adored and above all _imitated_ by every girl in the country." It sounded a bit like the story of Megumi's own life, but I didn't say so. "And you think you've found the girl you want?" "Oh, yes. I think so." The little Filipinas brought Rumi back. In their frilly aprons, caps and gloves they made a pretty contrast with Rumi's perfect nudity. She was glowing with health and obviously eager to be fucked again. Having delivered her they curtsied nicely and tripped off to resume serving drinks and providing guests with anything they wanted. "Rumi-chan," said Megumi, "I'd like you to come and see me in my office tomorrow. Say twelve o'clock. Can you manage that?" "Oh, _yes_, Kato-san, of _course_ I can!" "My company is called Marucho, and it's in Shibuya, just off the Dogenzaka. Do you think you can find it?" "Of _course_ I can!" said Rumi again. "Ask for me. I think ... yes, I may have a job to offer you. In a video we are planning." "Oooh! Am I going to appear in one of your videos? How _wonderful_!" "Well, it depends. There'll have to be a screen-test, of course. And the final decision is with the boss, Mr Otani. But we'll see." "Oh, thank you, thank you Kato-san! I can't think of anything I want to do more! You're so kind to me." "Till tomorrow then. At twelve. And now go and enjoy yourself. I want to see a really well-fucked girl tomorrow!" "Oh, yes, Kato-san! Of course!" She went off delightedly to join the other guests. Megumi looked after her pensively, remembering herself at that age I do not doubt. "When is Mr Otani back?" I asked, hoping to change her mood. "Another two weeks. It's been a long time. And he's taken Sammy with him so I'm very much alone. Well, in a way. But I miss him very much. Still, we've promised each other a fantastic reunion, a night of unbelievable sex. I can't wait." "Meanwhile?" "Meanwhile all this talk about the new project, and Rumi-chan, has stimulated me more than I can bear." "So?" She took a quick decision. "Bob, do you still have that wonderful little torture-chamber in your apartment? You know, where you once made me faint with pleasure?" "Of course. And I've added a lot of refinements since you were last there. And the very latest instruments. I have to keep up with the competition. I'd love you to see them." "How about now?" "Why not? I've a girl coming for a lesson tomorrow afternoon but I'm free till then ..." "And you're still as pitiless and tireless a sadist as you ever were?" "Well, I like to think so," I said modestly. "Girls don't complain ..." "That sounds just what I need. To keep me going till Mr Otani gets back and really, _really_ ..." "I shall be delighted to be of service to Mrs Otani." One of the Filipinas helped me find my clothes while Megumi went in search of a coat to cover her nudity for the short journey back to Akasaka. As we were leaving she stopped and kissed me. "I promise to scream and beg for mercy," she whispered. "If that will stimulate you to be even more wonderfully cruel to me." "It will. I'm looking forward to this." "So am I, darling. Oh, _so_ much!" FOOTNOTES [28] This is the commonest sex-dream of young Japanese girls and a constant subject of the pornographic cartoon magazines and websites marketed primarily for them. [29] _Hea-nudo_, literally "hair-nude", is a photograph or video showing a girl's pubic hair. For some inscrutable reason this has for long been the sole target of Japanese censorship: you can show the most graphic and extreme sexual activity so long as the girl's cunt is hidden behind a "mosaic" as it is called. The battle to show girls in all their natural beauty in still shots has been won, but doing it in videos is still controversial. The "mosaic" has got thinner and thinner, and sometimes a studio is able to dispense with it altogether, but there is still some way to go. [Next in Part 16: Rules for Girls] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams