ALL I EVER WANTED 06

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED
BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST

CHAPTER VI

The Wrap Party

Thanks to the skilful mixture of painful constraint 
and pleasurable stimulation I had been granted during 
the final scene, I was desperate for a fuck. But 
somehow I resisted the temptation to masturbate under 
the shower: I wanted to arrive at the party still 
hungry for sex. 

It is never easy to know what to wear on these 
occasions. It's nicer when the sex seems to arise 
spontaneously, so one doesn't want to look too eager 
or too provocatively naked from the start; on the 
other hand a complex or fragile outfit is likely to be 
damaged or get in the way. To begin with however I 
removed the modest nail-polish thought suitable for 
housemaids in the Anson mansion, and replaced it with 
a set of long nails in bright gold. When I was 
satisfied that the glue was dry I stepped naked into 
my favourite party shoes: gold sandals to match my 
painted toes, their slim five-inch heels the highest I 
could conveniently manage. I teetered across the room 
a few times to get used to them again, relishing the 
extra wiggle given to my walk by the slightly unequal 
heels - Matsumoto-san's secret weapon. I enjoyed the 
tightness of the bonds across my insteps and round my 
ankles: not enough to hurt but imparting a nice 
feeling of voluntary helplessness. These were the 
shoes which had contributed to my masturbatory fantasy 
the previous night, as I tormented my adoring slave 
with availability which was not for him. Perhaps there 
would be someone at tonight's party whose one desire 
was to worship my little feet bound tightly into 
pretty shoes with impossibly high heels! I was in a 
generous mood, I thought, ready to satisfy any desire 
however strange. 

Then I looked through the limited wardrobe I had 
brought with me from Tokyo. I decided on a simple 
black mini-dress with a loose waist and fastened with 
ties on the shoulders: I - or someone - had only to 
pull the bows apart and the dress should fall quickly 
to the floor. Under it I wore a skimpy pair of black, 
side-tie wet-look bikini panties which would also come 
off easily (and, with any luck, end up as somebody's 
souvenir). I added dangling ear-rings long enough to 
brush lightly against my shoulders, and a gold slave 
bangle on my left upper arm. That gave me an idea and, 
hitching up my dress for a moment, I buckled on a gold 
chain belt underneath it. That would stay snugly round 
my waist even after my dress and panties had 
disappeared, and ought to stimulate my lovers. In my 
experience girls who take the trouble to wear a little 
jewellery at a party, especially if it includes chains 
and hints subtly at bondage, have a much better time 
than those who rely simply on their nudity to attract 
attention - however pretty they may look. 

The wrap party had already started when I returned to 
the mansion. The staff had set things up in the 
dining-room: there were spotlights, a well-loaded 
buffet table and bar down one side, and a dancing 
area. The music was fast and there were a few 
energetic people already making use of it; it would 
change to slower songs once couples began to undress 
each other and pair off. Couches, some of which we had 
used in the orgy scene earlier that day, were laid out 
in readiness around the big room. I soon found Sammy, 
who had come with her father: she was wearing the same 
flat sandals and revealingly cut shorts in which I had 
first seen her, but had replaced the t-shirt with a 
tight-fitting top woven in gold cord, the knots 
pressing suggestively against her smooth skin, the 
mesh so wide that her pretty naked breasts peeped 
through the holes. She looked, as always, charming and 
ready for a good evening. 

It was not long before Torao-san the head cameraman 
claimed me for our date, and we were soon swaying 
together to the music, now slowed down as the dance 
area filled up with loving couples, occasionally 
picked out by the spotlights swinging round the big 
room, many already nearly naked in each other's arms 
and eager for pleasure. 

"Don't you like me any more?" I pretended to be 
annoyed with Torao-san as I snuggled close against 
him. 

"Of course I do, Megumi. You know I do," he protested. 

"It doesn't feel like you do," I said as I wriggled my 
crotch against his. The erection which he had perhaps 
been politely trying to control at once began to push 
against me. 

"That's better," I murmured contentedly. Then, "Help 
me out of my dress." 

His hands slowly stopped stroking my back and bottom 
and, first one side then the other, undid the 
fastenings on my shoulders. The back of my dress began 
to fall. Before he could hold me close again, I 
twisted round in his arms and pressed my back against 
him, the front of my dress falling open so that my 
bare breasts were free for his hands to enjoy. In my 
five-inch heels my arse was level with his crotch, and 
I could feel his full erection now pressing hard 
through his trousers against me. I moaned with 
pleasure as I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. 
At last I pulled away from him, my hands encouraging 
my dress over my hips and down to the floor. Quickly I 
leant to pick it up, and tossed it onto one of the 
couches. Perhaps I would get it back tomorrow, perhaps 
not: it didn't matter. 

For a while I danced alone, letting him enjoy the sexy 
movements of my body, nude except for my gold 
jewellery and the little wet-look panties. 
Provocatively I danced up to him, and away again, 
frustrating his eager hands. But the slim heels bound 
excitingly tight to my feet would let me take only 
little steps, and soon enough I let him catch me and 
hold me round the hips. 

"Please make me naked," I whispered simply. 

Slowly, teasing us both, he pulled the side-ties of 
the panties apart. As they fell from me, I took them, 
waved them above my head as I danced apart again, 
revelling in my lightly decorated nudity, then folded 
them and tucked them into his shirt pocket. 

"Souvenir," I said softly. "Please don't forget me." 

His arm round my waist, my head on his shoulder, we 
walked from the dance-floor to the nearest unoccupied 
couch. He undressed; then took me, tenderly and 
simply. After the day's strenuous orgy it was a 
delightful experience, and he was a thoughtful lover, 
ensuring that I came beautifully before letting 
himself reach his own climax. We lay for a while, 
stroking and petting each other, till at last he stood 
up, gathered his clothes and prepared to rejoin the 
party. 

"Thank you, Megumi," he said simply, "that was lovely. 
As lovely as you are." 

"Thank you, Torao-san," I said, "it was good for me 
too." 

He bent and kissed me where I lay. 

"Ikaru-chan," he said softly, teasingly, stroking my 
cheek. 

I reached up, put my arms round his neck and pulled 
him down onto me again. He kissed me long and hard, 
then vanished into the crowd. I lay alone for a while, 
remembering, then began to look around and saw Sammy 
and Mr Otani waving energetically at me from across 
the room. 

I had no idea what had happened to my dress, but no 
one paid much attention to me as I went over to join 
Sammy just as I was. I couldn't help feeling a little 
put out at this indifference. I don't - I hope - 
suffer from a film actress's vanity, but I did think I 
made an attractive sight, my nudity nicely shown off 
by the chain belt, jewellery and high-heels, all in 
gold. But most of the other girls had undressed by 
now, and the pairs of lovers had eyes, and hands, and 
mouths, only for each other. The continuity girl had 
even taken off her glasses, and was giggling with the 
American actor who played Ted O'Malley, as he made her 
repeat her catch-phrase, "I need a crose-up of your 
plick." Every production has its running joke, 
meaningless to outsiders. 

Sammy was naked too now, apart from her gold-mesh top 
which of course hid nothing. 

"We've been looking for you for ages, Megumi!" she 
said. "Oh, you _do_ look nice with nothing on. I'm 
jealous." 

"What of?" I replied. "You look gorgeous. I love your 
top." 

Sammy ran her hands quickly over her breasts and 
sides, and blushed. 

"So do I," she confided. "It gives me such a nice 
feeling. That's why I asked my ... the people I was 
with to let me keep it on." 

I looked more closely at Sammy, and guessed that the 
firm knots in the gold mesh were exciting her as they 
bit lightly into her skin. Though she probably had not 
yet realised it, new possibilities of pleasure were 
beginning to announce themselves. But there was no 
time to think about that now, or show her how to find 
her way to them. Mr Otani had already pulled his 
daughter down to sit beside him on a sofa, her legs 
tucked under her, his arm round her waist. I made a 
pair with her on his left side. He was still wearing 
the polo-shirt and slacks in which he had come to the 
party, and seemed so far content to be a spectator of 
the fun and games going on around him. Perhaps, I 
thought with satisfaction, he was still worn out from 
the night before last ... 

"Listen, you two," he said, "now that I've got you 
both together at last. Megumi, especially." 

"I'm listening," I said. 

"I want to tell you about some plans of mine. You know 
Sammy here is my only child." He looked at me sharply, 
almost as if he had heard Matsumoto-san urge me to get 
the facts on this - though of course he couldn't have 
done. "She's eighteen, same age as you." 

"Eighteen, but three months younger," interrupted 
Sammy from his other side. 

"All right. Three months younger than you. And my only 
child." 

"You just said that, daddy." 

"So far as I know," he continued, ignoring her. "I 
think it must be true because if I had any others 
someone would have told me." 

"Yes, probably," said Sammy, trying to sound 
experienced, "women do tend to mention it. Tiresome of 
them, but there it is." 

"I thought we agreed," I whispered to him at the same 
time so that she couldn't hear, "that _we_ were like 
father and daughter." 

"Will you two keep quiet while I'm talking?" he said 
in mock exasperation. "Honestly, it's as bad as having 
_two_ daughters." 

He smiled tenderly at me as he said it and held me a 
little closer to him, his hand fingering the chains of 
my belt. I could feel Sammy pulling his other arm so 
that he did the same to her, pressing the knotted 
cords more tightly against her. 

"Yes, daddy," we both said at once, then started to 
giggle. 

"Now, shush," he said. "One day Sammy is to take over 
my company. As you know, it distributes Marucho's 
videos exclusively in this part of the world, together 
with some other similar stuff." 

"All rubbish," said Sammy decisively. "Doesn't have 
Megumi in it." 

"I'm very glad you two get on so well together," he 
continued, "because this is what Sammy and I have been 
planning. I want her to go to Tokyo from now till next 
autumn, so she can improve her Japanese - which is 
pretty dreadful -" 

"Daddy, that's because you never talk Japanese with 
me." 
 
"I haven't heard you talking Japanese with Megumi, and 
I'm sure she'd be delighted if you did." 

"But I have to practice my English," I interrupted, 
"because I need it in this production." 

"Shush, both," he said, holding us both more firmly to 
stop us wriggling, "it's enough to drive a man mad. I 
want her to improve her Japanese and work with Marucho 
to learn everything she can about the business." 

"Including acting," said Sammy firmly. 

"Oh, that would be lovely," I said. "Do you think Mr 
Nagao would let us appear together sometimes?" 

"Yes!" she said eagerly, "we must persuade him! We 
could work out some plots ourselves and put them to 
him." 

"Japanese consumers want an international touch in 
everything these days. They think it adds class." 

"And think how American audiences will love seeing a 
blonde girl competing with the Japanese girls and 
getting fucked just as much as they do!" 

By now we were both kneeling upright on the sofa, 
talking eagerly to each other across Mr Otani. 

"Come back here, and be quiet!" he shouted 
desperately. Giggling, we sat back on either side of 
him, folding our legs under ourselves in unison, just 
as if we had rehearsed it. "Yes, all of those things, 
fine. I've already fixed it in principle with Mr 
Nagao. In the autumn I want Sammy back here because 
she's going to business school to learn how to run an 
American company. One day," he added quickly. "I'm not 
giving up yet." 

"But the problem is ..." said Sammy. 

"But the problem _is_," said her father firmly, "where 
is she to stay in Tokyo, and who is to see she keeps 
out of trouble?" 

"Out of the _wrong sort_ of trouble," amended Sammy. 

"And since you and I have been so close all this 
time," he continued, "and you and Sammy are getting on 
so well together, Sammy and I thought the best idea 
would be if she stayed with you." 

"I'd love it," I said at once. 

"I _knew_ she'd agree!" said Sammy. 

It was my turn to shush her. "But she can't possibly 
stay in my apartment. It's too small for one thing, 
and for another -" I suddenly remembered the 
Japanese-style lavatory "- it's not suitable for 
Westerners." 

Mr Otani intervened. "I'm sure it's a very nice 
apartment, Megumi, but what I was thinking was that 
with the money I'd pay for Sammy's rent you could get 
somewhere for the two of you, bigger and more 
convenient." 

It seemed a lovely idea. I wasn't looking forward to 
going home to the Tokyo commuting: and to have Sammy's 
company ... 

"Do say 'yes', Megumi," she said. "It will be such 
fun. We'll practice English and Japanese together, and 
share each other's clothes and boyfriends, and go out 
and get screwed together, and all the other things 
girls do. I've never really had a close girlfriend, 
and I do want you to be my friend." 

She sounded quite serious, almost in tears, as she 
finished. I hadn't had a close girlfriend either since 
I left school and lost touch with my best friend 
Kimiko - and even though she had been my best friend 
she had never been the sort of girl I could go out and 
get screwed with, as darling Sammy put it so frankly. 
I was enchanted with Sammy, and the thought of going 
around with her was already exciting me ... and then 
bringing our casual pick-ups home to a big, central 
apartment with room for lovely evenings for four or 
even more ... or just for two: at the back of my mind 
the memory of a golden head pressed deep between my 
ivory thighs, of a clever pointed tongue pleasuring 
me, of soft golden hair tickling my face as a sweet 
little pussy bobbed eagerly against my lips ... The 
answer had to be yes. 

"Excuse me," a voice said in Japanese. 

I realised that it had been shyly trying to attract my 
attention for some while. I looked up and saw one of 
the three junior technicians with whom I had shared a 
table in the hotel coffee-shop yesterday evening. The 
other two were standing behind him: he had obviously 
been elected spokesman. All three were bare-chested 
but wore identical jeans. I smiled at him 
encouragingly. He cleared his throat, while his 
friends pushed him forward. 

"My friends and I wondered ... if you're not promised 
to anyone else just now, Kato-san ... we admired you 
so much last night ... if the four of us could have 
some ... well, could have some fun together ..." 

"You've got fans, Megumi," said Mr Otani in English. 

"Yes, and I think they want more than my autograph," I 
replied. 

The three young men looked embarrassed at failing to 
understand this exchange. I looked at them again. I 
quite liked what I saw. I rose from the sofa, tossed 
my long hair back and stood in a posture which I knew 
Japanese men found both modest and provocative: legs 
together but one foot slightly forward, hands by my 
sides but gently stroking my thighs and bottom. 

"Have you decided who's going to do what?" I asked 
gently. 

They shook their heads sadly. I held out my hands to 
them. 

"Let's all go and have some fun!" I said. "That's what 
a wrap party is for. I'm so happy that you asked me." 

As the four of us ran laughing across the room to an 
empty couch, and sat together playing _jan-ken-pon_ to 
decide by paper, stone and scissors who should be the 
first to have my mouth, my cunt and my arse, I felt 
Japan with all its lack of sophistication closing in 
around me. I too needed an international touch in my 
life. I was glad that Sammy was coming back with me. 

My three friends were very inexperienced, but they 
were clean and polite. I showed them what to do; and 
when they had each in turn enjoyed everything I had to 
offer them, they thanked me nicely, and scampered off 
chattering to take a shower, each carrying his jeans 
neatly over his left arm. I sat alone on the couch for 
a while, and thought rather sadly about the future. 
Then I too went to clean myself up. 

I had been nicely fucked during the party, several 
times, but I felt unsatisfied. My problem, I could 
see, was that in the final scene we had shot my 
sexuality had been wound up to the highest pitch of 
expectation - only to be left unsatisfied. When I was 
being taken out of the room and the Director called 
"Cut!" I was on the brink of a truly glorious 
experience. On the other side of the door was my dream 
of heaven: a fully equipped dungeon where I would be 
helplessly bound and tortured to ecstasy by people who 
really understood what a girl wants. But the film 
industry operates in an unreal world: that door closed 
in San Francisco and would open again thousands of 
kilometres to the west and probably several weeks in 
the future. Meanwhile I was left waiting in the 
doorway, my longings unsatisfied. 

On my return to the party, I found a place to sit near 
the door to the hall. A naked girl all by herself at a 
party soon attracts attention, and I found myself 
being examined approvingly by a tall American lighting 
engineer whom American Equity had required us to 
employ. I knew only that he came from Louisiana, and 
rather enjoyed the old-fashioned courtesy with which 
he always treated us girls. I arranged myself 
enticingly on the couch, sent out 
"I-want-to-be-touched" messages as I fiddled with my 
hair and ear-rings, and smiled back. He sauntered over 
and joined me. 

"You look as beautiful as I've ever seen you, ma'am," 
he said, as his eyes roamed with frank desire over my 
prettily decorated nudity. 

"Thank you," I said. 

"I want you to know, ma'am," he said, "what a pleasure 
it has been to watch you these past weeks, at work and 
at play." 

"That's very kind of you," I said. 

"May I tell you something, ma'am, which may interest 
you?" 

"Of course." 

"I happen to know, ma'am, because I have checked it 
out, that your people have not yet packed up that neat 
collection of whips 'n' stuff in that study-room over 
there." 

I looked up at him and said nothing. 

"I also happen to know, ma'am, that there ain't no one 
in that study-room just now." 

I said nothing again. 

"If you don't believe me, ma'am, it'd be mah privilege 
to escort you right over there and show you." 

I stood, and moved ahead of him, wriggling 
provocatively on my uneven heels, towards the door and 
across the hall. "That's very kind of you," I said 
over my shoulder. 

He stood aside courteously to let me precede him into 
the study, and the heavy door clicked shut behind us. 
Mr Anson's collection of instruments of torture lay 
scattered about the room where the actors had left 
them. I wandered around a little aimlessly, then took 
up position behind a high-backed leather chair. I 
adjusted the chain belt till it fitted tightly round 
my waist, then let my hand play with the heavy 
slave-bangle on my upper arm, hinting at my desire to 
submit helplessly to his domination. Then I grasped 
the top of the chair-back, leaning my bottom slightly 
outwards. 

"Please begin," I said, my back towards him, poised 
and ready, head up, my naked body bent into a taut 
curve. 

"It will be mah pleasure, ma'am." 

"No, mine, I promise you." 


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