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. 


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