Learning_About_Myself.03

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/03
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

FINAL REVISED EDITION

PART 03

CHAPTER III

The Video

It was late when I woke the next morning, and I found 
I was alone under the _futon_. For a while I 
stretched out luxuriously, enjoying that lovely 
feeling of total well-being that - I now know - comes 
to a girl who wakes after having been thoroughly 
fucked. It must have been after ten, but that hardly 
mattered. It was after all Saturday, and I had been 
up very late the night before - Reina had been 
demanding and kept me sucking and probing her pussy 
for ages until she at last achieved a shattering 
climax and fell asleep in my arms. Not that I would 
have missed a moment of it. I felt proud that, 
beginner as I was, I had been able to bring such an 
experienced woman to a pinnacle of satisfied lust.

At last I got up, stowed the bedding in its cupboard, 
took a quick shower and went to get myself some 
breakfast. Reina was definitely out: her shoes had 
gone from the entrance-hall and she had put her sexy 
boots from last night tidily away in the 
shoe-cupboard. I found I was ravenously hungry after 
all my exertions. While eating I considered what to 
do during the day while I waited for her return. I 
had promised to meet some friends at Omotesando for 
window-shopping and a simple lunch. Did I really have 
to go, I wondered? It would surely be boring for the 
sophisticated girl I was becoming to hang out with a 
group of schoolgirls. But then I remembered that I 
was supposed to be living a double life: a 
fifteen-year-old schoolgirl as well as a sexy 
_habituee_ of Tokyo nightlife. So, rather in the 
spirit of someone undertaking a penance, I put on my 
school uniform, locked up carefully and went off to 
join my friends.

In fact I enjoyed myself. It was fun to revert to 
being a giggling schoolgirl, blushing at the clumsy 
insinuations of passing boys. But I found that I now 
looked at the older men, who leered at us and tried 
to rub themselves against our thick uniform skirts on 
the crowded street, in a different light. They had 
the capacity to give me the satisfaction I now longed 
for; and I - yes, even I - had the power to direct 
their lust and make it do what I wanted. That was a 
remarkable new thought. In fact I was so preoccupied 
with it that my friends asked if I was quite well, 
and I had to make a big effort to be cheerful again 
and join in their giggling conversations.

It was mid-afternoon when I returned home. The house 
was still empty, but when I went into my little room 
to get out of my uniform I at once saw that there was 
something lying on top of my schoolbooks on my desk. 
Reina had been there, and gone again.

In fact she had left two things for me. The first was 
a single sheet of paper, a gaudy flyer from a bar or 
nightclub. It showed a beautiful girl dancing under 
spotlights. She was wearing fishnet stockings of the 
kind designed to stay up without a belt or garter. 
Otherwise she wore only a tiny bra and panties, in 
deep pink matching her stockings. They were nothing 
more than three tiny triangles of cloth. The upper 
pair covered the centre of her breasts: under the 
harsh lighting of the spotlights I could see the 
shape of her erect nipples poking through them. The 
lower one only just concealed her pussy, and I could 
make out little wisps of hair escaping prettily along 
the sides - unlike me, she was not shaved or 
hairless. Her body gleamed excitingly in the lights. 
I wished so much I could do what she was doing. Maybe 
one day ... I stopped myself daydreaming and examined 
the sheet more carefully. The writing gave details of 
the bar where she was performing and the words 
"Tonight special! Microbikini oily dance!" Attached 
to one corner was a little post-it note in lime green 
with, in Reina's splashy writing, the message, "I 
thought we might go here tonight."

Underneath was a second and even more exciting item: 
a DVD. On the cover was a beautiful photograph of 
Reina, wearing long black gloves in a shiny material 
and a little matching bikini panty. Her lovely 
breasts were bare and she gazed at the camera with a 
provocative, challenging look. The photograph reached 
only as far as her knees so I could not see what she 
had on her feet but her stance suggested that she was 
wearing high-heels. The name printed along the side 
was Mai Kogure, but there was no doubt that it was 
Reina. The title of the DVD was simply _Ensuroru no. 
42_.[8] I turned the box over. Along with screaming 
slogans and details of the company which had produced 
the video, there was a montage of smaller pictures of 
Reina being kissed, stroked and fingered. One of them 
was a close-up of her face steeped in the sexual 
ecstasy I remembered vividly from the climax I had 
succeeded in giving her the night before.

As you can imagine I lost no time getting out of my 
uniform and into casual clothes. I rushed to the 
living area where the television and DVD player were 
kept and squatted down in front of the screen, my 
heart thumping.

It was, I later came to understand, a fairly standard 
JAV or "Japan adult video", divided into three 
sections and lasting a little over an hour. The first 
section opened with Reina, wearing only a pretty 
bikini and high-heels, seated in an armchair and 
being interviewed by an off-screen male voice. She 
answered simple questions about her name, age, 
_surii-saizu_[9] and sexual experience. She used the 
name Mai Kogure as on the DVD cover; and unless the 
video had been filmed some time ago understated her 
age. When asked when she had enjoyed her first sexual 
experience, she blushed prettily and admitted that 
she had been thirteen. "_Hayakatta, ne_ (that was 
early)!" exclaimed the invisible interviewer, to 
which Reina replied shyly, "But it was _so_ nice ..."

"And you have had lots of sex since then?" asked the 
interviewer.

Reina looked down, pretending to be embarrassed, but 
admitted that she had.

"Do you enjoy _onani_?"

"Of course!"

"How often?"

"Oh, usually once a day," she replied, sounding more 
casual now.

"And how long?"

"Well ... yesterday it lasted forty, maybe forty-five 
minutes ..."

"That's a long time!"

Reina looked at the camera with a charmingly 
innocent, wide-eyed gaze.

"Oh, do you think so?"

Suddenly two men stepped into shot, one each side of 
her. For the camera Reina looked startled, but in 
reality she must have seen them approaching. They 
were wearing only underpants, and reached out to 
stroke and pet her. Neither of them was good-looking, 
I thought: the one on her left was rather old and 
fat, and while the other was younger and more 
muscular he had orange hair standing up in spikes. 
But she seemed to enjoy what they did to her. Soon 
they had pushed up the top of her bikini so that her 
beautiful breasts were exposed, and began to stroke 
and lick them. She twisted round in her chair and 
began to kiss the interesting bulge in the younger 
man's underpants, at the same time reaching behind to 
stroke the older man's cock too. The marks of her 
saliva showed dark on the pale grey cloth. Then, just 
to be fair, she turned and sucked the older man and 
stroked the other's cock with her long fingers. Then 
she began to pull down the older man's underpants 
till his erect cock sprang into view.

Or partly into view, because to my surprise it was 
obscured with a sort of fuzzy blur over that part of 
the screen. How strange, I thought: I want to see his 
cock and I can't - not fully. I must ask Reina why. 
But there was no time to wonder about that. Reina 
pulled his underpants till they fell to the floor, 
and began to stroke and kiss his erection. Oh lovely, 
I thought - I often do that, and I know how beautiful 
it is! Then she turned and did the same to the 
younger man. Again, that strange blur appeared on the 
screen. Once both cocks were free, she drew them 
towards her face and began to kiss and suck them in 
turn, then squeezing them both into her mouth at 
once.

One of the men unfastened her bra for her so that she 
was completely free. She looked up at him, thanking 
him with her eyes for his kindness. Her sucking and 
stroking became faster and more passionate. It didn't 
take long. The younger man grabbed his cock, stroked 
it himself, and soon his cum spurted into her open 
mouth, some of it spilling over her lips and chin. 
Then the older man came too, copiously anointing her 
breasts. She fell back into her chair, her eyes 
half-closed and her face transfigured with blissful 
contentment. The translucent blobs and streaks of cum 
glistened on her face and breasts. She looked more 
beautiful than I had ever seen her before.

The screen went dark, and when it brightened again at 
the start of the second episode Reina entered wearing 
a delightfully short red skirt and just a white 
halter hiding her breasts and tied beneath them. She 
had white high-heeled mules on her feet. At first she 
walked elegantly to and fro, showing herself off. 
Then she moved to a black leather couch, kicked off 
her mules and lay down. Her hands began to caress and 
massage her breasts, first through the thin white 
cloth and then directly as she untied the halter and 
dropped it on the floor. She gasped with pleasure, 
pulled up her little skirt and began to masturbate in 
earnest through her tiny gold thong. Her fingers soon 
pushed the thong aside so that they could stroke her 
pussy and clitoris directly. Again that strange blur 
on the screen, obscuring the one thing that surely 
everyone wanted to see - Reina's lovely cunt. She was 
groaning with pleasure now and rolling from side to 
side. She raised her knees and as the camera moved I 
could see her pointing her toes in the way a girl 
often does when she starts to come. Of course I was 
with her! My casual skirt was loose and I had already 
pulled it up round my waist so that my fingers could 
stroke and probe my own naked, hairless pussy. I 
could feel the thick juice gathering in my cunt and 
wetting my fingers.

Suddenly Reina rolled over on the black leather couch 
and lay on her front, her knees drawn up and her 
skirt too up round her waist so that her bottom was 
fully visible except where the narrow band of her 
thong just covered her crack and her arsehole. Her 
hand reached round between her legs, pushed the gold 
thong aside again and, so far as I could see through 
the blur, passionately stroked and entered first her 
cunt and then her arsehole. I couldn't do the same 
without losing my view of the screen, but I lifted my 
bottom off the floor and was able to reach far enough 
round myself to tickle my own arsehole. Oh, how 
lovely it was! I was moaning and sobbing with her. At 
last she came, and the camera panned round to show 
her ecstatic face as she savoured her orgasm.

The third sequence was a bit different from the 
usual, even though of course I did not know that, 
having no standards of comparison - this was, after 
all, the first sex video I had ever seen. There were 
two people on the screen. One of course was Reina, 
dressed in a shiny black skirt and high-heeled boots, 
long black gloves and a lovely black corset which 
made her waist exquisitely small while leaving her 
breasts uncovered. The other was a man, naked apart 
from a mask covering the upper part of his face, his 
hands above his head and tied to a bar hanging from 
the ceiling. Reina began by standing very close to 
the man, stroking and caressing his face and chest 
with her gloved hands and then rubbing her naked 
breasts gently against him. He moaned with pleasure 
and I suddenly remembered the way she had stroked my 
face, neck and shoulders the evening before as Bob 
caressed me with his lovely whip. Then suddenly she 
too had a whip! It was like the one I had enjoyed: 
nine long slim lashes fixed in a short handle. She 
swung it to and fro, and the lashes stirred sexily. 
Then she took up position behind the man and after 
teasing him with a few false starts swung the lashes 
against his naked bottom.

He flung his head back and let out a startled cry. 
Then she did it again. And again. He started to 
groan, and I could just make out that he was begging 
her to whip him more and harder. Did _men_ enjoy 
being whipped like that, just as I did? That was a 
new and startling thought. She stopped, then moved 
round to the man's front and caressed him gently. She 
kissed him tenderly on the mouth and stroked his 
nipples.

"Was that nice?" she asked him teasingly. "Would you 
like me to do it more?"

"Yes ... yes ..."

"Ask me nicely then. Be a good boy."

"Please will you ..."

"Yes?"

"Please do it more. Please."

"Do what?"

She kissed him and tickled his chest before he could 
reply.

"Please whip me. Again. More ... harder ..."

"That's better! I wanted to hear you say it. Say it 
again!"

"Whip me ..."

"Is it so nice?"

"It's wonderful. The way you do it."

"Perhaps you'd like to watch."

She quickly removed his mask, hanging the whip from 
one wrist by the loop at the end of its handle so 
that her hands were free. There was a big mirror on 
wheels against one wall, which she brought over so 
that it stood in front of him. Then, as he watched, 
she removed her skirt. She was of course naked 
underneath. She walked round him again. She took a 
firm grip of the handle of the whip in her right 
hand, braced herself with her feet apart and gathered 
the ends of the lashes together in her left. Then she 
began to whip him again: hard, frequently, apparently 
endlessly.

She stopped again, and stood close behind him, 
rubbing her crotch against his pink buttocks. She 
reached round and took his cock in her right hand, 
stroking it happily.

"Beautiful, beautiful big cock," she murmured in his 
ear. "Wouldn't it like to come inside me?"

"Yes ... yes ..."

"In my nice juicy love-holes?"

"Oh, yes ..."

"It's so lovely and big and hard because I whipped 
you, isn't it?"

He could only moan in agreement.

"I think we'll make it even bigger and harder first, 
shall we?"

No answer was necessary. Again she took up position 
behind him and began to whip him even harder and 
faster than before. The man let his head fall back 
and moaned in ecstasy. At last she stopped again and 
moved round to his front. She gave his cock another 
friendly stroking, then reached up and freed his 
hands from the bar above his head. He massaged his 
wrists, then took her in his arms. They kissed 
passionately.

"Ready?" she asked teasingly as they came apart.

For answer he seized her right hand and pulled the 
whip off her wrist. Then he took her waist in his 
left arm, bent her over and brought the lashes down 
hard two - no, three - times on her naked bottom.

"Oh, yes! Oh yes ... yes - _please_!" she whispered 
as he allowed her to stand upright again.

There was a black leather couch against one wall: 
perhaps the same one on which she had masturbated so 
beautifully in the second sequence. Without waiting 
for instructions she went and knelt on it, her arms 
along the back and her hands gripping it tight, her 
lovely hair tumbling down her back as she raised her 
head and offered her firm round bottom to him to 
pleasure as he wished. The lashes were soon rising 
and falling, tumbling over her buttocks and thighs in 
the same random pattern as her hair was making over 
her back and shoulders. She screamed with joy and 
begged him incoherently to whip her harder.

Every time the lashes caressed her they seemed to 
kiss me too, as beautifully as Bob's loving strokes 
had done the evening before. Of course I was 
masturbating furiously now, recalling what had been 
done to me, enjoying what was being done to her. 
Suddenly, as if by mutual agreement, the whipping 
stopped and Reina moved round on the couch, kneeling 
and facing him with her hands behind her head. Now it 
was the turn of her beautiful breasts to receive the 
whip's love. She knelt proudly so that her lap and 
upper thighs were also exposed to the caress of the 
lashes. Sometimes they fell on the corset which bound 
her waist so tightly - could she feel that? Did it 
add to her pleasure?

Again they changed position. He threw the whip aside 
and she knelt lengthways along the couch, offering 
her bottom this time to his hard, thick cock. Clearly 
her cunt was already soaked with love-juice summoned 
up by the whipping and he needed no lubrication. So 
far as I could tell behind the blur, he thrust firmly 
and smoothly into her love-passage, and after resting 
there a moment began to pull out and in, out and in, 
gripping her thighs in his hands while she responded 
to his rhythm, screaming with happiness. After about 
twenty thrusts he pulled out again, turned her round 
onto her back and pushed her thighs up so that her 
crotch was - apart again from the infuriating blur - 
completely exposed. He entered her again. At last he 
came; and pulled out to show his cum dripping from 
her pussy. The camera moved up her body and closed in 
on her ecstatic face.

"Oh! Oh!" she said when at last she could speak; and 
then, in what I now know are often the final words of 
a sex video, "_Kimochi yokatta, wa_! That felt so 
good!" It was over.

I had been so preoccupied with satisfying my own 
desire that I had hardly been watching the screen 
during the final episode. I dragged my fingers out of 
my own pussy, wiped them on tissues from a packet in 
my skirt pocket and hunted for the remote control. I 
wound back to the point where she had freed the man's 
hands from the overhead bar and started the disc 
again. After fiddling with the buttons I found how to 
slow the playback to half-speed and settled back to 
enjoy every stroke of the whip in full detail. This 
time I couldn't take my eyes off it. I really felt as 
if it was I, not Reina, who was being granted this 
lovely experience. I enjoyed not only the sensation, 
recalled so vividly from what Bob had done to me, but 
also the aesthetic beauty of the lashes swishing 
through the air and falling in random patterns on 
Reina's longing arse. I was soon on the brink of an 
orgasm to match hers, and when for the second time 
the man abandoned the whip and thrust his cock into 
her cunt I lost all vestige of control and screamed 
in ecstatic climax just as she did.

When I came to myself, the disc had ended again, and 
Reina was seated astride on one of the upright chairs 
looking down on me with an amused smile. I sat up 
hurriedly, my heart beating and my face red with 
shame and embarrassment.

"That's all right, dear!" said Reina kindly. "I'm 
glad you were having such a nice time. In fact, I'm 
flattered. We make these videos to give people 
pleasure. And it looks as if you enjoyed it all 
right."

I still could not say anything, but sat up with my 
skirt pulled tightly down over my legs and my arms 
round my knees.

"Which scene did you enjoy most?"

I had to say something now.

"The last scene," I said in a shy little voice. 
"Where you whipped him, and then -" I felt myself 
blushing uncontrollably, but managed somehow to 
finish "- he whipped you ..."

"Yes. I'm rather pleased with that scene. In fact, I 
had to persuade the company to include it. You see, 
it's a bit different from the usual programme in a 
standard video." I looked at her, wanting to know 
more. "We'd been experimenting with ideas for a BDSM 
video for me to star in. Bondage and Discipline, 
Sado-Masochism," she explained. "The trouble is, even 
though I wanted very much to make it, the Adult Video 
business is specialised. Compartmentalised. Once a 
girl specialises in masochism videos, she is known 
for that and it's difficult to do anything else. I 
wouldn't have minded that, but the company weren't 
sure they were ready for me to stop making standard 
fuck videos. So I had made the one scene, and it 
looked like going to waste. Until they agreed to 
include it in my video in the _Enthrall_ series." She 
went on talking, obviously giving me time to recover 
from my embarrassment at having been caught 
masturbating. "But despite the studio's worries, my 
fans really liked it. I had lots of letters begging 
me to make more BDSM scenes." She giggled charmingly. 
"Quite a few volunteered to act with me. They all 
wanted to be the man who gets whipped."

I looked up at her. At last there was something not 
too embarrassing I could ask her about.

"Do men really like being whipped?" I asked. "As much 
as we do ... I do?"

"Quite a lot do. So long as it's done really, you 
know, nicely. With style. By a girl who takes the 
trouble to dress up and act the part. As an _ojosan_ 
or a _sadisu-chan_."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, a 'princess' type - _ojosan_ - looks very 
distant and superior, and gives the impression of 
despising men, wanting to treat them as her slaves 
and humiliate them. Some men love that and can't get 
enough of it. But you have to check first! A 'little 
sadist' or _sadisu-chan_ is much more of a fun girl 
who just does the whipping as a bit of foreplay. And 
she enjoys that sort of foreplay herself, so she 
constantly teases the man with her whip and tempts 
him to grab it and take his revenge by whipping her."

"As happened to you ..."

I gestured at the screen.

"Yes. That was such fun. He was a really good 
partner."

"I think I would enjoy that sort of whipping," I 
said. "Being a _sadisu-chan_, I mean. Whipping him, 
you know, just a bit ... to get him in the mood ... 
and then ..."

"I'm sure you would. I _know_ you would."

"There's something I want to ask you," I said.

"Sure. I'm here to tell you anything you want to know 
about your future career."

"My ..." I gasped.

Reina had never before said so clearly that she 
expected me to become a sex-video actress like 
herself, and that she would be my mentor and guide. 
This was too big and exciting a thought for me to 
take in all at once. I could not yet find words to 
discuss with her all it meant and might mean. I took 
refuge in the practical matter that had been 
bothering me.

"In that video," I went on, "every time you were 
making love - and the camera showed your pussy and 
your lover's cock - the picture went all blurred so I 
couldn't see properly. Why did it do that?"

"Yes, you're right to ask. That's the absurd 
censorship system in this country."

"Censorship? But why ... how ..."

"Japanese law says you're not allowed to show pussies 
and cocks. So they have to be hidden by something 
called a mosaic."

"I don't understand. Surely that's the whole point of 
a sex-video, isn't it? Seeing a beautiful girl - like 
you - taking a lovely cock ..."

"Of _course_ it is!" said Reina, getting more and 
more excited. "The censorship is absurd! It makes no 
sense at all. It makes Japan look ridiculous. We have 
the second largest pornography industry in the world, 
after the American, and easily the best in terms of 
quality, and we are still required to spoil our work 
with this idiotic mosaic."

"I'm very ignorant, I know," I said modestly, "but 
can't anything be done about it? Can't you just 
refuse to do what the law says?"

"That's very clever of you."

I blushed, hoping that she was pleased rather than 
annoyed with me for having - apparently - asked the 
right question.

"We argue about that a lot," she went on. "Do we 
attack the mosaic nonsense head-on by challenging it, 
or do we push for improvements bit by bit? In America 
they got rid of censorship by attacking it. Their 
courts were persuaded that not letting a girl show 
herself off nude was a breach of her right to free 
speech." She giggled. "I know that sounds ridiculous, 
but it's true. It wouldn't work here."

"So what can we do?" I asked.

Later, thinking over this discussion, I realised that 
by saying "we" I had accepted Reina's assumption that 
I would join her in the sex industry.

"Well, the censorship used to be much worse. I 
suppose pushing to have it reduced and finally 
removed is the right thing to do. Even though it's 
very frustrating! You won't believe it, but we used 
to have to put the mosaic over still pics too! Well, 
we got rid of that. Everyone is now free to produce 
_hea-nuudo_[10] still pictures. And the mosaic in 
videos is much less intrusive than it used to be. One 
day ... What the idiots in charge of this country 
don't understand," she went on, standing up and 
waving her arms about in her excitement and 
enthusiasm, "is that our videos make people happy. Or 
perhaps they do understand that and don't want people 
to be happy."

"But why wouldn't they?" I asked, astonished.

"Oh, you know ..." she said vaguely. "If people are 
having a happy time just enjoying themselves, they 
wouldn't want to work so hard. And the politicians 
are worried women aren't having enough children. Of 
course we don't have children! We know sex is for 
pleasure, not for that."

"And I suppose," I said cautiously, "our videos help 
girls to understand that."

"Yes! Yes! We make people happy. And how do we do 
that? By showing them something beautiful. There's 
nothing more beautiful than a tight, juicy pussy with 
a thick cock sliding into it ... and a girl squealing 
with joy. Or the happiness on a girl's face as she 
kisses and sucks a lovely erection."

"Oh ..." I murmured, remembering.

"Our customers - the people who buy and rent our 
videos - are mostly men of course. A man enjoys 
watching the fucking, and he masturbates to it, or 
dreaming of it afterwards. But he learns something 
too! He sees a beautiful girl screaming in orgasm, 
and he sees what the man in the video is doing to 
her. He wants to feel that he's a real hero too, who 
can make girls scream with happiness. So next time he 
has a girl, he tries to do what the man in the video 
did. At least, I hope he does!"

"Oh, yes ... I hope so too! How lovely for her ..." I 
whispered.

"But not all our customers are men. A lot of young 
girls watch them too. You know that, don't you? We 
show them how to be happy. How to make their lovers 
happy. We teach them what's really good, what to ask 
their lovers to do to them. Why do you think the 
shops that sell whips and clamps and restraint gear 
and other pretty sex-toys are doing such good 
business?"

I suddenly thought of the smart carrier bags Reina 
sometimes used. They came from a shop called 
"Restraint", I suddenly remembered. She was still 
speaking, unstoppably. Perhaps she should become a 
politician herself, I thought. She talks more sense 
than any of them.

"Because we've shown girls how lovely those toys are 
and what pleasure they give - and we've shown men how 
to use them on their girls - and we've made it easier 
for girls to ask for them. They just have to say, 
'Please do to me what that man did to his girl on the 
video we watched together.'"

"And sometimes," I said, hardly able to contain my 
admiration, "that girl on the video is you."

"That's right! And one day soon it will be you."

I felt as if I would burst with pride and excitement.

"Do you think," I asked, choosing my words carefully, 
"by the time I am able to make videos like you do - 
do you think the censorship will have ended?"

"Well, it can't last much longer. Already some 
studios are refusing to accept it."

"Ah ..." I said, remembering that I had asked about 
that earlier in this discussion.

"They say they are making videos only for the export 
trade. You can't make those with the mosaic. It would 
be absurd. And of course the so-called 'export' 
videos enter the Japanese market. Whatever the law 
says. It can't be stopped, especially these days with 
the internet and downloading. So that ought to 
undermine the censorship."

"Do you ... could I ... make 'export' videos like 
that? Uncensored ones?"

"I haven't yet. The trouble is, if you are known to 
do that, then it's difficult to get work from the 
other studios. And I'm a freelance. I want to be able 
to work with any studio that likes me. But some girls 
get round that by using two names. Of course everyone 
knows it's the same girl, but so long as they don't 
_have_ to know ... Maybe one day ..."

"That's what I'll do," I said firmly.

I was surprised at my own determination, and for a 
moment was afraid that Reina might be annoyed with me 
for my lack of deference to her seniority and 
experience. But she just laughed and changed the 
subject.

"Now we must get ready for this evening," she said. 
"You saw the leaflet I left for you? You'd like to go 
to that club?"

"I'd love to. With you ..."

"Oh, I'll be there. To look after you. You're not 
quite ready yet to go to places like that on your 
own."


FOOTNOTES

[8] "Enthrall". An example of the unerring ability of 
Japanese marketing people to choose for their 
products English words totally unsuited to expression 
in _katakana_. - B W

[9] "Three size", as a Japanese girl describes her 
bust, waist and hip measurements. - B W

[10] From English "hair-nude": pictures which show 
girls' cunts in all their natural beauty, without 
intrusive censorship. - B W


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