I AM NOT ASHAMED 18 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO CHAPTER XVIII The Pink Pussycat "Will you do me a favour please, Shizue?" I asked. It was Monday morning and Tomoko's turn to take charge of the reception desk and telephone. "Sure." "I may be a bit late back from lunch. There's something I have to do. Will you cover for me?" "Of course. He said he was going out for a haircut anyway." It was quiet in our suite of offices. If our boss was planning to take some time off that meant he expected it to remain so. We knew, because a boyfriend of Tomoko's in another department had seen him there and told her, that he patronised an establishment near Meguro Station where he would be pampered and petted for an hour by pretty girls in miniskirts. Just as he was in the office, really, except that we were not expected to cut his hair, shave him, clean out his ears and trim the hairs from his nostrils. I was afraid Shizue would press me to tell her what I was planning to do, but she quickly changed the subject. "You were _fantastic_ on Friday, Kimiko!" she said. "Everyone said so. I'll never forget seeing you hanging upside-down like that. Did it feel wonderful?" "Oh, _yes_!" I said softly, remembering. "And then going off with the Master like that! I've never seen him so excited about a new girl. Did he do lovely things to you?" "Everything," I replied, feeling a wetness in my cunt spreading to my panties. "Did you notice my photograph?" she asked coquettishly. "Oh, I'm _so_ sorry, Shizue!" I said, conscience-stricken. "Is there one of you? But they're all so beautiful, the girls in the photos I mean, and you look _so_ lovely when you come ... they could all have been you!" "I'm not surprised you didn't notice. I'm sure you had more exciting things to think about. But I'm near the end of the row, on the right, being whipped." "Tell me, Shizue," I said after a pause, "when did you discover that was what you liked best?" "The whip, you mean?" "Yes. If you don't mind telling me, that is." "Oh, I don't mind." She sat back in her office chair and stretched luxuriously. "It was a couple of years ago. Before you joined us." "I was very innocent then." "Oh, so was I. Fairly, anyway. I used to dress nicely when I went shopping on Saturdays, of course, but I hadn't started deliberately getting myself picked up. But once when I was going over the main crossing near the Sony Building - you know, the one in the Ginza where all the traffic has to stop and you can cross diagonally - a man suddenly spoke to me and invited me to join him for a cup of tea." "And you said yes?" "Well, I was coy about it at first, but I said yes." "What happened?" "Nothing much. We went to one of the big cafes - you know, the one where you sit upstairs by a big glass wall looking onto the street. He was nice, but he didn't do anything. We talked about the sort of things you talk about when you're getting to know each other and trying to decide what you both want to do - if anything. But after we'd finished our tea he just said good-bye and that was that." "How slow of him." "Yes, I thought so. In fact I was rather annoyed, because I thought I was looking my best. You know, a little short skirt and high-heeled ankle-boots. I kept stroking my skirt and crossing and uncrossing my legs for him, trying to hint at what I wanted. But no good." "How stupid of him," I said, imagining how desirable she must have looked with her long sexy legs under the tiny skirt. "Until he rang a couple of weeks later." "Well, that was something." "I suppose so. He asked me to go with him to a party that Saturday. I was a bit offhand at first. After all, I had given him my phone number and he'd done nothing about it for weeks. But then I realised he was trying to tell me it was a 'very special' party, and at last it dawned on me what was going to be so special about it." "A sex-party, you mean." "Uh-huh. You won't believe this, but at that time I'd never been to one. I was dying to, of course. So I said yes. And then he suggested we meet after work that evening to discuss the party, what was likely to happen, what I should wear and so on." "How exciting!" "Well, I was committed then, of course. First he just took me to another cafe. And he told me bit by bit what would happen - testing me all the time to see if he was shocking me. How I should wear a specially sexy dress, how the moment would come when some of the girls at the party would start undressing, how he would be expecting me to join in and go nude too ... what would happen then. You know. Of course I was thrilled." "I'm sure you were." "And of course I was coy about the idea, but not too coy. I told him shyly I'd never done it in public, but let him persuade me I would enjoy it. I said I wasn't sure I had the right sort of dress and so on; but he just smiled at me and before I knew what had happened I had agreed to everything and we were in a taxi on our way to a place I'd never been to before, behind Shinjuku Station, and he was buying me a dress." "Was it a lovely dress?" "Oh, yes! In a shiny red material and - you know - very revealing." With her forefingers Shizue traced two lines from her shoulders till her fingers met well below her small, firm breasts. "Topless, you mean? Like you were wearing on Friday?" "Of course. And snug round the waist, and practically no skirt. There were long gloves and a sweet little g-string in the same sort of plastic material to match. He asked, did I have shoes to go with it, and I said yes, I did, thinking of some sexy gold spike-heeled evening sandals I was very fond of. He didn't ask me if I was willing to wear such a provocative dress at a party in front of everyone, but I guess he knew how much I wanted to. Then when he told the shop-girl we would take it, she said with a little smile that she thought I needed something special to go with it. She went away for a minute and when she came back she was carrying a little red whip." "Oh, how _lovely_! And how clever of her," I added, thinking of the shop assistant I had met in Kyoto and our secret understanding of what girls liked. "Well, the shop specialised in sex aids, of course. It was only a toy, but she said I should carry it and offer to use it on my partners - not too seriously, just for fun. When I took it in my hands and let my fingers play with the lash, I felt the most extraordinary sensation deep inside me. Something I'd never had before." "I can imagine how you felt." "Yes, well, we both know, don't we? It was a deep tingling, a sort of throbbing somewhere inside me, almost as if it was alive, not trying to get out but knowing that it _would_ get out as soon as I was ready to let it, and that once it did I would never be able to suppress it again. Or want to. Of course I didn't know all that then, but I did know that something new and very special was happening to me. "You can guess what the party was like - just like any other sex-party really, but it was my first time showing myself nude in public and watching other people screwing, and of course I was thrilled. My friend and I were as hot as anything for each other and he was out of his clothes even before I was. He didn't want me to take my dress off immediately: he just pushed my skirt up round my waist and undid the side-ties of my panties, and took me like that. Afterwards we went into the garden and I suddenly remembered I had my little whip and what the girl in the shop had said, and slapped him on the bottom with it, just to see what would happen." "Did he like that?" "He loved it. And then we had a sort of mock battle, running around the garden with me whipping him and him trying to get the whip away from me. Of course I let him get it, and use it on me: I was desperate to know what it felt like. As soon as I could I took my dress off, and there we were in the garden together: him naked and me wearing only gold high-heels and long red gloves, fighting over which of us should whip the other." "Ohh -" "And of course the thing I had sensed inside myself was well and truly out in the open then, and it's been like that ever since, thank the Gods." "And it all started with a little toy whip." Suddenly our boss's buzzer sounded. Shizue stood up hurriedly, adjusted her skirt and walked smartly off towards his door. "Oh, Kimiko," she whispered hastily as she left, "just _wait_ till you see the equipment they have in the torture-chamber at the Paradise Club! Everything a girl could possibly want." At lunchtime I found my way easily enough from Akasaka Mitsuke Station to the love-hotel where Shizue and I had spent such an enjoyable Sunday afternoon, but working back from there to the sex-club I had noticed from the taxi was more difficult. I had almost resigned myself to the embarrassment of enquiring at the local police-box when I suddenly spotted it. The doorway through which I had seen the girl vanish was open. The tiny hallway offered a choice between a side door to the bakery on the first floor and a narrow staircase to the floor above. At the top of the stairs was a door painted in deep fuchsia pink. It had a spy-hole in the middle, and to one side an intercom with a single button neatly labelled "Members Only". I tried the door. It was locked. After some hesitation I pressed the button of the intercom. "We're closed," said a male voice after a pause. "I'm so sorry," I said in my feminine telephone voice. "I'm not a member here, but is there anybody - that is, I know it's a terrible intrusion, but could I please speak to someone in charge?" The intercom went dead; then an overhead light was switched on and I guessed I was being examined through the spy-hole. The door opened to reveal a young man wearing black trousers and an open-neck white shirt. "All right, come in." "I do apologise for this intrusion -" After passing through a narrow reception area and cloakroom I found myself in a large room, dimly lit by overhead bulbs and spotlights. There were chairs, stools and tables piled up along the sides and an industrial-size vacuum cleaner in the middle of the floor. Along one side of the room was a bar and at the far end was a little stage or platform. Near it a round table and two chairs had been arranged, and were occupied by a middle-aged woman and a much younger man who seemed to be discussing something over cups of Japanese green tea. My companion approached the woman, waited politely till she had come to the end of what she was saying, then drew her attention to me. There was a short conversation which I could not overhear. The woman looked towards me rather severely and I bowed correctly. She gave me a brief nod and returned to her discussion. The man who had let me in crossed to the bar and occupied himself with cleaning and stocking it, paying me no further attention. There were no other chairs apart from those stacked up by the cleaners, and I did not feel it right to rearrange the furniture for my own convenience. After standing irresolutely where I was for a few moments I walked quietly round to the stage and sat on the edge - within the woman's range of vision but not so close as to seem to intrude. "Tomorrow evening from eight, then," she was saying. "I've done what I can to let the members know the Club is taken for a private party - and if any of them do turn up I can arrange for them to be accommodated at another establishment nearby. You said you would let me know today how many guests you are expecting." "I think forty-five - fifty at most," said the young man. "All men?" "Of course!" "So twenty girls should be enough." She said it as if it were a decision, not a question. The young man cleared his throat. "Well, actually Koizumi-san, you see it's a special occasion. And we very much want the guest of honour to be very well looked after, by several of your very best girls." "What is it? Twentieth birthday?" "No, more than that: my younger brother is getting married on Saturday." "Oh yes, you did tell me." "He's never been to a club like this. And we thought it would be doing him - _and_ his bride too, of course - a favour," the young man went on with a slight giggle, "if we made sure we sent him off on his honeymoon ... you understand ... properly educated. Your girls know how to do that. But I want to make sure the other guests are well entertained too. So if you don't mind, we'd like twenty-five, maybe thirty girls altogether." "Well, I suppose I _could_," said Koizumi-san a bit dubiously. "It's short notice and it will cost more than I was thinking of charging. And I might have to take girls who haven't worked for me before. But if that doesn't bother you -" "Well, since you mention it, I do hope all the girls will be really keen and willing. You know, always available when wanted, no sneaking off for a private break and a cigarette. And," he added firmly, wanting to get all his points across now he had her attention, "nothing that's going to cause any sort of trouble. Just a nice stag party. No underage girls, no drugs -" "In my establishment, that goes without saying," Koizumi-san interrupted with some annoyance. Then, changing to a less confrontational subject, "What about entertainment?" "Well, we thought what you usually lay on -" "Stripping on stage? Panty games? That sort of thing?" "Yes, that would be fine." "What about uniform? The girls are in a very pretty topless outfit just now." "Yes, very nice. I've seen them." "Or would you like them just in g-strings from the start? I know they won't stay on long, but I always think it looks smart if the girls are in some sort of matching outfit - to begin with at least." "Well, how about -" the young man said hesitantly. "How would it be if for the opening line-up they were all in their topless dresses to welcome the guests and serve the drinks, but when I bring my brother in the girls who are going to look after him - you know, the four or five special girls - make their entrance in nothing at all, or perhaps just in g-strings, and take charge of him?" "Yes, that sounds good. You've quite a talent for planning this sort of show, haven't you?" She smiled. "OK, we'll be ready for your guests well before eight tomorrow. I suggest you and the guest of honour aim to arrive around 8:15 so everyone will be here to see him get his special welcome." They stood up and Koizumi-san politely saw her customer off the premises. I was waiting for her when she came back. She looked preoccupied, her fingers massaging her scalp for a few moments, then turned to me. "Right, young lady, what can I do for you?" "I - that is to say - I am so sorry to trouble you, but -" "You want a job, is that it?" "Yes," I said, blushing helplessly. "All right. Get up there on stage and show me what you can do. Tada-kun," she called to the barman, "turn some stage-lights on and put on some music. You know, the sort of thing the girls strip to." The music helped. There was no reason for me to feel shy, anyway: I was only doing what I had happily done at Megumi's wedding reception. But the lack of an appreciative audience somehow made it harder. There was a couch on the little stage onto which I dropped my jacket and skirt, and then my silk blouse and finally my official white bra, taking each item off as sexily as I knew how. Then I lay on my back with my legs in the air and, as I had done for David on the hotel bed in Kyoto, slowly removed my tights and panties together. Finally, naked except for my medium-heeled office shoes, I danced to the music, stroking myself lasciviously and feeling quite in the mood by then - wishing I had foreseen this obvious requirement and rehearsed a proper performance. The music stopped suddenly. "All right, not bad. Put some clothes on and come down here." The stage spotlights were switched off. I could see Koizumi-san clearly now, seated at the little round table at floor level a couple of metres in front of me. "You're an OL, aren't you? In quite a good company to judge from the quality of your uniform. Why do you want to do this? Credit-card debts? An abortion bill?" Her eyes were appraising my lower stomach. I hurried up with my dressing. "Oh no, _nothing_ like that!" I said with a touch of indignation. I had my clothes on again now and scrambled down off the platform to join her. I stood politely beside her chair as she looked me over critically. "Got a lover who needs money? Or gets a kick out of seeing his girl nude in public?" "No, no," I said, "it's just that I _want_ to do it. So much! I can't explain why I want to, Koizumi-san, but I do, terribly much! I beg you to give me the opportunity." I bowed low, then stood there looking at her imploringly. "All right," she said. "This is what I'll do. I'm not recruiting, but you must have heard just now that I need some extra girls for a special show tomorrow night. Be here by seven. Do a good job, and then I'll think about it." When I got back to the office our boss had still not returned. Shizue stood up from her desk and kissed me. She had never done that before in working hours. "The Master rang while you were out. You've passed your Test, of course. You're one of us now! Here's the address for Friday night. Shall we talk about your display?" == Of course I was very careful to arrive at the Pink Pussycat in good time the following evening. There were a few of the regular girls there already and they made us temporaries very welcome. "I guess we'll be busy tonight," said someone. "It's a private party, all young men - and you know what _that_ means." "Yes," said another girl, "most of them will never have been to a club like this before, and they'll be as horny as anything, wanting us the moment they come through the door and see us." To me that sounded wonderful, but as a newcomer I thought it best to wait till I was invited before giving any opinion. The girl who had just spoken was tall and beautiful. She had already taken off her street clothes and was busy touching up her makeup in one of the mirrors, wearing only a tiny glittering g-string. Would I be allowed to wear one of those? No, I remembered Koizumi-san agreeing with the host of the party that only the special group of girls chosen to entertain the guest of honour would appear from the start in g-strings. The rest of us would be in some kind of uniform. "Do you know where we find our costumes?" I asked a pretty slim girl with long hair, who had just entered the room and was standing near me. "Yes, of course - let me help you," she said in a strange accent. She gave me a big happy smile. "My name is Melody. I am from the Philippines. What is your name?" I told her, and she showed me where I could hang my clothes. In the next closet was a collection of uniform dresses, all the same except for colour and size, each accompanied by a matching g-string - in plain cloth, not the pretty scrap of glittering material the tall girl was wearing. Melody helped me find a dress that would fit me: the colour was mid-blue. I had brought two pairs of shoes with me in a discreet carrier bag: the black ones I had worn for my adventure with David, and the silver ones I had bought for my third Test. Even though the silver would look prettier with the blue dress, I decided on the black as easier to manage. Quickly I shed my office uniform, stepped into the shoes and tried on the dress. "Oh, that looks so pretty on you!" she exclaimed. "I wish _I_ had a nice figure like yours." The dress was just a wide short skirt in a soft clinging material, which swirled delightfully round my bottom when I moved and revealed glimpses of the g-string nestling neatly in my crotch; there were narrow bands of silver at the waist and hem, and a soft silver rope was doubled through a loop at the front, the two lengths passing up between my naked breasts and then tying in a bow behind my neck. The gentle touch of the rope on my bare skin began to excite me. I looked at Melody, who had also finished changing. Her skin was darker than mine, almost indistinguishable from the pale brown cloth of the dress she had chosen, and her figure was slighter; but she looked enchantingly young and innocent in the provocative costume, like a little girl dressing up. She felt my eyes on her body and flashed me another of her brilliant smiles. "Oh, thank you Kimiko!" she said, responding to my admiration without my needing to say a word. "Have you worked here before? I'm sure I would remember." "No, this is my first time at a club like this. What's it like?" "It's _such_ fun! I'm what we call a 'Japa-yuki', a Filipina 'entertainer' in Japan. I've worked here for three months now, and Koizumi-san has been a real 'tita' to me, you know, an auntie or elder sister - she makes sure the gentlemen don't treat me roughly just because I'm a foreigner. But mostly they're so good to me and I love the things we do together - you know, like -" suddenly she started to blush and collapsed into giggles "- well, you know!" "I know," I said. "It _is_ lovely, isn't it? How did you start here?" "Well, I came to Japan as a housemaid, working for an American called Mr Lloyd. Have you met him? He and his Japanese wife give lots of sex-parties, and I loved that. Helping, I mean of course, but taking part too when I wasn't serving drinks and so on. Lots of exciting men go to Mr Lloyd's parties. But then there was trouble: one of the girls he had imported from the Philippines was very silly and religious. The rest of us thought she was beginning to enjoy her job, but then she told the priest and the police started complaining - some of us didn't have visas, you see." I didn't quite understand what this priest had to do with it but perhaps I had not followed what she was trying to say. "So you came here?" "That's right. Mr Lloyd arranged with Koizumi-san for me to work here for a while so the police couldn't find me and question me. And when the fuss was over I told him I was _so_ happy working here at the Pink Pussycat and couldn't I please stay? So he laughed and said yes. But Koizumi-san sends her girls to help out at his parties sometimes and of course I go too, so I get the best of both." She put her arm impulsively round my waist and pulled me towards the mirror, pressing her cheek against mine. "Oh, you're so nice, Kimiko!" she went on in her pretty, quaint Japanese. "I'm so glad we've met! Isn't it fun being sisters together?" Suddenly she turned and kissed me, her breasts brushing against mine. I was startled for a moment, then kissed her back. "You don't mind my being a tomboy, do you? Not only, of course, but I think it would be so nice with you - it's difficult in my country, but here the girls seem to understand." I didn't know what she meant. She said the word "tomboy" in English and it sounded very like the Japanese word for dragonfly. Perhaps "dragonfly" was the Philippine word for what we called a butterfly: a girl like me - like I was planning to be - who flitted from lover to lover? As we broke apart I saw that the room was quite full: all the girls booked for this evening's party must be here now and in costume. To my surprise I suddenly saw someone I recognised: Noriko, one of the girls at the Marucho Film Company who had been so good to me at Megumi's wedding reception. She was one of the girls chosen to wear only a little sparkling g-string as a uniform. Hers was in deep pink: that was the colour she had worn then, I remembered - perhaps it was her favourite. She saw me looking at her and came over. She nodded to Melody, then turned to me. "I've seen you before somewhere, haven't I?" "Yes, don't you remember? Megumi Kato's wedding reception." "Of course! You were fantastic!" "Only because you taught me," I said shyly. "You and your friend Midori. Is she here tonight too?" "No, she's been shooting all day, lucky girl." "Do you often work at clubs like this?" I asked. "I mean - I thought you were an actress -" I could see Melody looking at Noriko with excited admiration. "Well, when we have new videos to promote, the studio requires us to make personal appearances. And even when we don't, they pass us round the sex-clubs so we don't forget how to please the customers -" She treated the worshipping Melody to a professional smile. "Slave-drivers, aren't they? Still, I can't think of anything in the world I'd rather do. Can you?" "Oh, no - it's _wonderful_!" the little Filipina replied, her eyes wide with excitement. "I _love_ the things we do here." Her hands began unconsciously to stroke her naked breasts. "Showing ourselves off like this, I mean - with everyone watching, and then the lovely things the boys do to us - and the _girls_ too, sometimes!" She looked adoringly at Noriko. "Are - are you _really_ a film-actress?" Tadao-san, the barman, put his head round the dressing-room door. "Everyone out here, please. Instructions!" The main room of the club was looking much nicer than it had done at lunchtime the previous day: the tables and chairs and little stools were arranged in groups and attractively lit. We girls stood around and listened attentively to Koizumi-san. "Now, you all know this is a special party tonight. The host is paying well for it but he's no fool and knows what he's entitled to expect for his money. If I catch anyone slacking there'll be trouble. Clear?" We said nothing. It was clear all right. "This is the programme. The party starts at eight but I guess some guests will arrive earlier than that. You receive them nicely and look after them, but try not to let things get too serious till the host brings the guest of honour at eight-fifteen. He's to be greeted by you five over there." She gestured towards the group of beautiful girls wearing only g-strings who were standing together, a little apart from the rest of us. "Until then you can stay out of the way but I want you right here the moment I give you the word. You look after him very specially and take him straight off to the top table over there." She indicated a group of comfortable couches round a table near the stage. "From what his brother said I think he is inexperienced. Your job is to put that right. He's getting married on Saturday. I want him to leave here equipped to give his bride the best wedding-night a girl ever had. You're doing it for her - remember!" The five girls giggled and went off to a corner together to plan their tactics. Koizumi-san turned to the rest of us. "Once that's got started the rest of you can encourage the other guests to enjoy themselves too. And we'll begin the entertainment. Just the usual show: stripping, inviting the gentlemen up on stage to join you, and so on. Sanae first, I think." "I'm ready!" happily called out a fat cheerful girl whose naked breasts were already jiggling sexily in anticipation of her performance. "And then Kimiko. She's new here and I want to see what she can do." My heart began to beat painfully with excitement and it was only when, puzzled, she looked in my direction that I thought to acknowledge her instruction. She called out a few more names. "After that it will depend on how the party develops and on who's free. But remember: I'll be watching you! You earn your pay tonight. Clear?" It was clear. We took up position near the entrance to receive our guests. "Is your friend really a film actress? She's _so_ beautiful -" Melody had sought me out again and was slipping her arm round my waist as we stood together. Her touch was gentle and yet exciting, rather like the soft silver rope between my breasts. This little girl knows things I don't, I thought suddenly. I must ask her to teach me ... My arm was round her waist too, now, and she was smiling up at me, willing me to kiss her again. But there was no time now to explore the new exciting feelings that were overwhelming me. I forced myself to answer her question. "Yes, Noriko's an actress. At the Marucho Film Company. I haven't seen any of her work but they make sex videos there." "Sex videos! Ohh, how lucky she is! I'd just _love_ to do that! Have you ever acted in sex videos, Kimiko?" I shook my head briefly. It occurred to me for the first time that I'd just love to do it too. But this was another new thought which I would have to keep till later: the first guests were arriving. The tall girl had been right: these young men were inexperienced. They burst cheerfully through the lobby, then stopped and gazed in astonishment at the group of semi-nude girls waiting to greet them. They had obviously never been in a sophisticated club like this before, and were uncertain how to respond to our discreet promise of sexual compliance and availability. Some were in smart casual clothes but most had not had time to change out of their dark-blue business suits. I chose the couple nearest to me, bowed and then smiled reassuringly as their eyes roamed over my almost nude body, their frank admiration exciting me, making me acutely aware of my delightful immodesty. My skin tingled deliciously. I asked them to follow me and accompanied them to a table near the stage. There were four comfortable chairs and a couple of low stools arranged round it. Another young man followed us uninvited. "My name is Kimiko," I said as I stood before them. "Welcome to the Pink Pussycat. I am here to look after you and see that you have everything you want." I asked them what they would like to drink, and left them alone for a few moments while I fetched their orders from the bar. Then, kneeling beside the low table as I poured each beer in turn, I asked them their names and what they did. Of course they were old college friends of the guest of honour, and like him had only recently started work - one in a Government Ministry and the other two in the same big trading company as the bridegroom. He was a high-flyer, they said, and the first of the group to marry: his bride came from a good family and was an OL in his company, two years older than him and beautiful. It sounded to me as if she had managed things very nicely, whoever she was, and could probably instruct an inexperienced bridegroom well enough herself without the aid of my five colleagues. My clients were still a bit disoriented by their surroundings; they were waving at friends across the room and ogling the other girls. I sat at their feet on one of the little stools, arranging my legs nicely and smiling encouragingly whenever one of them looked at me. Suddenly there was applause and excited chatter from near the door. The guest of honour had arrived and was being conducted to his special table by his pretty attendants. The other guests stood to welcome him, and peered excitedly over each other's shoulders at what was happening. I was standing between two of my three clients, and put my hands lightly on their arms. The man on the left was too excited by the scene he was watching to notice, but the other - a tall, handsome young man, obviously a former college athlete, his hair still cut so short that his scalp showed white through the stubble - smiled down at me for a moment and slipped his arm round my bare back. Fujita-san, he had told me his name was. "Anything you like -" I murmured as I snuggled against him. Then we were all sitting down again. I moved my stool close to his chair so that I could lean against him and rest my arm over his thigh. He was still holding me and his hand was finding its way to my left breast. I let out a little murmur of satisfaction and was about to encourage him further when the lights dimmed and spotlights came on to reveal Sanae on stage, ready to begin her performance. All the men were looking at her fascinated, of course, but I had more interesting things to do. I slipped off my stool so that I could kneel on the carpet between Fujita-san's legs, my back to the stage. Slowly I undid his trousers. Underneath he was wearing loose shorts: I quickly freed his cock and balls and drew them out. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the evening was getting off to a good start, with Sanae now out of her dress and dancing lasciviously for an enthusiastic audience in just her g-string. Soon she would invite a couple of admirers to join her on stage and remove it for her while she pretended to resist. Whether stimulated by my touch or by the sight of her performance, Fujita-san's cock was fully erect now, long and slender. I held it in one hand, tickling his balls with the other, and took the head into my mouth. I felt him tense as my tongue swirled round his shaft, then his hand began to stroke the back of my head, pushing me further onto his erection. This one is not inexperienced, I thought - probably as a college athletics king he had the pick of the girls, and pretty co-eds used to compete for the honour of doing this for him. The head of his cock was pressing against my throat now, and I swallowed it happily, my throat muscles squeezing and massaging him like a cunt as my tongue continued to caress the root and my fingers to tickle his balls, pricking them lightly with the tips of my nails. He came copiously in my mouth, creamy and delicious, not caring to pull out and splash his cum over my face, just as Sanae came down off the stage happily nude and laughing with her excited admirers. He smiled down at me; I licked him dry of cum, then released him from my mouth and cleaned his erection with one of the pile of rolled damp cloths left ready on the table. "That was good, Kimiko," he said softly. "Thank you." "It was nice for me too," I said. "You taste lovely." I gave his erection a last kiss, then twisted round to sit leaning back between his legs, feeling his cock soften as it rested against my cheek. The other two were looking at me, their astonishment comic as they realised what had been happening while they were distracted by Sanae's performance. I smiled encouragingly at them, one hand stroking my skirt while the other held my lover's hand as he played with my left breast. "Have you worked here long, Kimiko?" he asked. "Oh, no! Actually I work in a company as an OL. This is just what I like to do in the evenings." The other two young men stiffened with excitement, but I remembered I had other duties. I scrambled to my feet. "Please excuse me for a few moments," I said to the group, "but I am due on stage next. I hope you will forgive my poor performance." By the time they had all taken in that I meant I was about to fulfil their most intense fantasies by showing myself on stage for them completely nude, I had bowed formally and left them. The dressing-room was empty when I entered it, all the girls busy with their admirers and heeding Koizumi-san's warning that there was to be no slacking or time off that evening. I went to where I had left my clothes and changed to my silver shoes. They looked lovely with my blue dress, but it took me a few moments to get used to the greater height of the slim heels. I walked up and down a few times, swishing my skirt round my waist and admiring my legs as best I could in the mirrors. I was now a girl whose dream it was to show herself off to a room full of aroused men, wearing nothing but the highest possible heels. How different I was from the girl I used to be - and _how_ much happier! I reminded myself there was no need to daydream: the real thing was waiting for me only a few steps away. A technician was looking at me impatiently from the artists' entrance to the stage at the top end of the cramped room. "Ready?" he said. "Good girl. Give them all you've got." As I stood beside him in the wings his hand was feeling my bottom through the soft cloth of my skirt. It felt nice and I smiled happily; then, because it was so kind of him to send me on stage for my first performance feeling desirable, I twisted round, stood on tiptoe and kissed him. Then I was out there on my own, the audience applauding and the lighting pouring down on my near-naked body. I had not had time to think out what I would do for them. My audition for Koizumi-san had gone well enough the previous day, but then I had had so much more to take off! How was I to spin it out long enough now to bring my audience to the highest pitch of excitement? And wouldn't they find it boring if I just repeated what Sanae had done? I began by dancing round the stage to the loud music, stroking my breasts and tweaking my nipples to full erection. Then I came to a halt at the front of the stage and reached behind my head with both arms, gradually pulling apart the bow in the soft silver rope. I made it slither slowly down my upper body as if it were part of a real dress and had actually been covering something my audience were waiting to see. Then I pulled the rope out of the loop which held it at the top of my little skirt, and dropped it onto the couch which stood on stage in readiness. I had a use for it later. All I had on now was my skirt and my little matching g-string panties. Naturally they would expect me to take off my skirt first, then spin out as long as I could the removal of the g-string, inviting a couple of men up on stage to help me, letting them all enjoy my complete nudity only when I had made them desperate for it. That was no doubt what Sanae had done. So if I was going to be different from her I had to start now. I raised my skirt and let them see the pretty panties fitting so snugly over my cunt and pubic hair. I turned and showed them my bottom, naked except for the little cord almost hidden in the crack of my arse. Facing them downstage again, I reached both hands across to my right hip, lifting my skirt to waist-height, then slowly undid the little bow. Holding my thighs together to prevent the scrap of cloth from falling before I was ready, I slid my hands over my body and repeated the procedure on my left hip. Now I could pull the g-string, already damp with my cunt-juice, from between my legs. For a while I let it dangle from the fingers of my left hand, tantalisingly offering to toss it at random into the audience - then dropped it onto the couch to join the silver rope. I danced happily round the stage, my hands stroking my body and flicking up the hem of my skirt, giving them views of my naked bottom and occasional tiny glimpses of my frontal nudity. They knew now they were looking at one of the most powerful of erotic images from the pornographic cartoon magazines they all read: the _no-pan garu_, the sexy girl discreetly hinting that her hot juicy cunt is naked and ready under her miniskirt. I sat on the edge of the stage, wriggling lasciviously, crossing my legs then opening them again. In the bright stage lighting I could not really see my audience, but I was vaguely aware of figures coming forward to kneel on the floor below me and peer up my skirt. I flirted with it, lifting it high up my thighs and then smoothing it down again; then pretending to become aware of my admirers and rolling sexily out of reach of their eager hands. At last I had had enough of teasing them, and stood up, ready to give them the full nudity they - and I - so craved. The wide skirt slid easily down my hips and I tossed it aside as if tired of it - as indeed I was, I should need it no more that evening. Sanae had come down off the stage after her act in total nudity, and I longed to do the same and share the happiness she must be experiencing with her admirers. I posed delightedly, balancing sexily on my high heels and relishing my future lovers' admiration and applause. But I was not finished yet. I picked up the silver rope from the couch and rubbed it longingly against my breasts and cunt. I tried tying it round myself in various ways: round my neck, over my breasts, and finally in a couple of tight turns round my waist, emphasising I hoped its slenderness between my plump breasts and arse. The rope was not long enough for anything more elaborate, and my audience was far too inexperienced to enjoy the sophisticated pleasure of seeing a nude girl in helpless bondage, the ropes biting into her delighted flesh. But perhaps I had planted a few ideas in their minds from which other girls would one day benefit. Now it was time to join my admirers. I had worked hard to stimulate them, and myself, and wanted my reward. I teased myself for a little longer, hesitating on the edge of the stage, feeling the tension in the room - and in myself. I was too eager to spin it out any further. The silver rope still tight round my waist, its knotted ends slapping softly against my bottom, I began to step down from the stage. The lighting had changed to a brightly flickering spotlight which followed me down, continuing to blind me so that even now I was among them I still could not see my audience as individuals. But hands and mouths were caressing me; I was no longer on my feet but held by countless strong arms, sinking into a blissful abandonment in which I depended entirely on the loving support of those who were using me. Cocks presented themselves to my mouth and my cunt, and I adored and received them; they were mine - mine - mine! Cum flooded sensuously over my face and breasts and stomach; at last a cock began to thrust into my arse - I was suspended ecstatically between heaven and earth, a faint memory of what I had experienced hanging upside-down from a hook at my Master's behest - When I returned to reality I was lying on a comfortable couch and someone was delicately cleaning me, wiping the drying gobbets of cum from my face and body. As always I regretted having to lose them: how lovely it would be to float endlessly in an ocean of fuck - of course it was immodest of me, whose simple joy it was to be used for others' pleasure, but to draw a lover's cum from him, to feel it spurting uncontrollably into one of my holes or pouring in hot spasms over my skin, was to know the quiet victory of the submissive. A pretty voice was speaking and, opening my eyes, I recognised Melody. "Oh, you were lovely, Kimiko!" she was saying. "You looked so beautiful when you were naked on stage - and then what a wonderful time you had!" "Have you been having a nice time too, Melody?" "Oh, yes! I haven't been on stage but the gentlemen I was looking after helped me undress and did some lovely things to me. One of them tried to be a bit rough with me but some of the other girls saw and told him not to - they were so kind - I do love Japanese girls, even more than men - I think." She was wiping my crotch now with careful strokes of the damp cloth, and suddenly I felt her lips lightly kissing my cunt. It was so sweet that I could only moan in happiness and open my legs further. A pretty pointed tongue began to swirl round my clitoris while clever fingers opened my pussy and probed inside. The tongue left my love-button and moved deliciously down my crack. "Oh, Kimiko, I love you so much!" said an indistinct voice, sticky with the juice that was now flowing from between my legs into her mouth. "And I love you, Melody," I responded, hardly knowing what I was saying. "Let me do it to you too." Quickly she twisted round and presented a charming pussy to my face. With my head propped up on the raised part of the couch I was perfectly positioned to penetrate her cunt with my tongue. She had washed and lightly scented herself since her earlier encounters, and her body was all the more childish for being quite hairless: she obviously liked to shave her pubic hair, and I could only envy the men who had been vigorously enjoying her. For my part I was glad of my rehearsal with Shizue in the love-hotel on Sunday: of course there had been my encounter with Suzy two days before, but that had felt like being penetrated by a man - almost more real than the real thing. Melody's pretty cunt was so small, and its flavour somehow piquant, exotic compared with Shizue's and much tastier than Suzy's. It was a good thing to rehearse, I thought. After all, I had come to the Pink Pussycat to get some idea of what I would be expected to do when Shizue took me to the Paradise Club. Meanwhile Melody was doing such clever things to me. I raised my thighs and imprisoned her head in my crotch. I could easily become addicted to lesbianism! Not exclusively, of course, but with such a sweet partner - I coated a finger with a mixture of my saliva and her love-juice, and began to insert it into her anal passage. It was tight and shy, gripping me then trying to expel me. I wiggled the top joint of my finger and was rewarded with muffled cries of excitement which vibrated right through me. I began to understand the pleasure men found in penetrating my anus. If it felt like that to my finger, what must it mean to something as sensitive as a lover's cock? Suddenly I realised our little idyll had attracted an audience. A greedy audience, too: hands were reaching for poor Melody and pulling her gradually away from me. I did not try to resist: I was not here to have fun with her, and if our impromptu performance had stimulated male appetites that was the purpose of the evening. Alone, I scrambled to my feet and, noticing with interest that we had been using one of the couches meant for the guest of honour and his court, made for the dressing-room. There were a couple of simple showers in the wash-room and when I returned, refreshed and perfumed, I found Noriko waiting for me. She was still in her pretty sparkling deep-pink g-string; I had no idea where my uniform dress was and didn't care. "Gods!" she said, "this won't do. It's not my job to teach beginners." "I thought you said you enjoyed coming here," I said mildly. "Normally yes, but not when there's a school-kids' party on." "I believe it was only arranged the other day. Perhaps your company didn't know." "Maybe; but I wouldn't put it past that swine Niijima-san to have sent me here deliberately." "Shouldn't we go back in?" I said. "Koizumi-san said we weren't to take any time off." "Oh, never mind. My man's passed out from overdoing it - from drink as much as from sex, I think - and you've certainly earned your pay already. _If_ she's paying you, that is." "Yes, I think so. She didn't say anything about money, but I'm sure -" "That means she isn't. Don't let her get away with it. She's as mean as sin." "It doesn't matter." I still felt embarrassed about taking money for being allowed to do the thing I loved most. "Yes it does. If she and the other _mama-sans_ can get keen amateurs for nothing, where does that leave the professional girls?" I thought about it. She was right, of course. And I was a professional girl myself, ever since accepting money from Shizue's pick-up on Sunday. That was still a disturbing and thrilling thought. "Come and sit here," Noriko went on, "and tell me how you've been since we last met." "Oh, I've been having a _marvellous_ time!" I said eagerly. "And I owe it all to you. To you and your friend -" "Midori." "That's right, Midori. If you hadn't taken me up on stage that afternoon, and shown me what to do, I'd never have known!" "Oh, you'd have found out the truth about yourself sooner or later. I could see it. I nearly made you admit it - remember?" Her eyes were gazing into mine now, as they had across the table at dear Megumi's wedding reception. I gazed back, enraptured. "And you said 'no', but straightaway you discovered it was 'yes' after all. And you liked bondage too, didn't you? How about the whip? Has that come to you yet?" "Oh, _yes_!" I breathed, still gazing into her eyes. Suddenly I changed position and seized her arm. "Oh, Noriko, I've been so lucky! I've been accepted into a _wonderful_ group who meet every Friday - and this week will be my first time as a member and I have to do a special presentation for them all!" "That sounds fun. What are you going to present?" "Well, I haven't really decided yet - what do you think I should do?" "I don't know your group, of course," she said after a moment's thought, "but if I were you I'd try to concentrate on the things that are really fundamental to your sexuality. What do you honestly like best? I don't mean sexual positions or being tied up - the fundamental thing?" "Giving myself to other people for sex. Being used." "Good. And how do you like best to give yourself?" I knew exactly what to say. It was strange, but I felt no shame in discussing these intimate things with Noriko. But then she and Midori had introduced me to my new life: what was there to be ashamed about? "Tied up, of course. Ropes. A corset. High, high heels. Everything so tight I can't bear it." "But you do." "I _want_ to bear it. Ohh, and knowing the whips are waiting for me -" "You love pain, don't you?" "Yes. I love it _as_ pain, and then I love it even more when it turns to pleasure." "You're a true submissive, Kimiko. How lucky you are! Have you got a costume for this appearance?" "I think so." I thought of the pretty black corset and the long gloves and boots hidden under my futon at home. "This coming Friday, is it?" I nodded. "Right, this is what we'll do. Tomorrow or Thursday you come to the Marucho Film Company. Bring your outfit with you. As soon as you can after work. Do you remember Matsumoto-san?" "Wasn't she the woman who -" "That's right, she looked after you when you'd finished your performance that day. She runs our costume department. She'll help you decide what to do." "Oh, you're so good to me -" "Nonsense. Having got you started I feel responsible for you." I gazed at her in silent admiration. She was so much more beautiful and sexually self-possessed than I would ever be. I certainly did not want to go back to being the silly shy girl I had once been, but for once I felt very lonely in my new life. I had an uneasy feeling that Noriko was reading my thoughts. "Let's do some simple arithmetic," she said suddenly. I looked at her in astonishment. "How many establishments - hostess bars, pink salons, sex clubs, soaplands, all that - do you think there are in Tokyo?" My mind, always stupid about practical things, refused to move. "About ten thousand?" I said at last, almost at random. "Yes, that's probably not far off. Let's say ten thousand. And Tokyo's one-tenth of Japan, so say a hundred thousand all over the country. And on average each one probably employs about ten girls, so that means a million girls in the sex business altogether." "Goodness!" I said, "that _does_ seem a lot." "Yes, it does," Noriko said thoughtfully. "Maybe I've gone wrong somewhere. Oh, of course - lots of girls work in more than one establishment. But then," she continued more confidently, "if you add in all the keen amateurs like you, and the bored housewives earning extra money, and the schoolgirls picking up pocket-money from 'assisted dating' and posing for sexy photos, and the models and fuck-film actresses like me, maybe it does add up to a million after all. All right, and girls usually last in the sex business about five years." "Is that all?" I said sadly. "Don't worry," she said with a laugh. "I'm sure _you'll_ go on for much longer. I was only thinking of those in the bars and clubs like this one, who get chucked out at twenty-five, latest. Let's go on. There are fifty-five million women in Japan, life-expectancy eighty years. If you assume five years' work like I said, that means maybe a quarter of all Japanese girls of the right age are in the sex business in one way or another." "Golly!" I said. It was an awe-inspiring thought. "No wonder foreigners say we make the best wives in the world. We should, with all that experience." Suddenly she stood up and stretched, displaying her elegant body taut before me in just her sparkling g-string and slender high heels in matching deep pink. "Now I suppose we must go and teach those children what girls are for," she said moodily. I thought of the eager young men outside enjoying their first taste of sophisticated professional sex. "_I_ think they're sweet," I said firmly as I followed her. [Next in Part 19: Chapter XIX: On Display] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams