Learning_About_Myself.09

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/09
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 09

CHAPTER IX

The Dating Agency

The following week school was due to end for the summer 
vacation, and the gymnasium would be needed for 
ceremonies and displays. So there was no chance of 
using it again for our meetings: the risk of being 
caught was too great. We had secret whispered 
conversations and promised to stay in touch during the 
vacation: some of us - myself included, of course - had 
ideas about what our group could do together. In fact 
it was a shifting and fluctuating group: a few of the 
girls who had been too frightened to join in our 
adventure with Jiro now wished they had been bolder 
when they heard all the thrilling details; and the 
twins Kin and Gin, who had found themselves a holiday 
job as trainees at a bath-house and were eagerly 
looking forward to it, were not sure how much free time 
they would have for group adventures with the rest of 
us.

"The trouble is," said Kin with a sexy giggle, "we had 
to persuade our parents we were being employed doing 
_arubaito_[17] at a respectable office which needed 
clerical staff for a big data-capture job."

"In fact, of course," Gin chimed in, "we'll be spending 
our time doing lovely things with the bath-house 
customers."

"Having lovely things done to us," corrected Kin. 
"_Anything_ the customers want to do. We agreed to that 
of course! No restrictions. It's so exciting, not 
knowing what to expect."

"And of course the evenings are the busiest time, when 
the most customers come. So we'd love to join in your 
adventures, whatever they are, but we won't have much 
time."

When I arrived home that evening, Reina had news for 
me.

"Your mother called," she said, without trying to 
soften the blow. "From Fukuoka. I'm sorry to tell you 
that grandfather died on Monday."

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry," I said dutifully. In fact I 
had hardly known him and it was difficult to pretend to 
feel more than normal regret that a very elderly man 
who had spent years in an old people's home had come to 
the end of his final illness. "I suppose that means," I 
added, thinking of the aspect of the matter which was 
likely to affect me, "that she'll be coming home."

"Yes. The cremation was yesterday and she'll be here on 
Saturday afternoon."

"And," I said, trying hard not to cry, "then you won't 
be here any more."

"Well, there's nothing more for me to do. At least, not 
in looking after you and seeing that you eat properly 
and do your homework," she added with a smile. "And 
nowhere for me to stay here anyway. But I certainly 
want to continue your education."

"You mean ..."

"You're turning into a delightfully sexy girl," she 
went on, while I blushed furiously and wriggled. "It's 
been a pleasure introducing you to things you hadn't 
experienced before. And there are so many more things I 
want to show you. Things which will be useful to you in 
your career, I hope. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Of _course_!" I said passionately.

"Well, I shall. And I'd like you to see me in my 
studio."

"Watch you acting, you mean? I'd _love_ that!"

"That's right. You see, I think a girl like you would 
be wasted just doing secretarial work as an OL. Of 
course you could have an active sex life outside the 
office, like most OLs do, but you'd have much more fun 
earning your living from sex. From doing the things you 
enjoy doing most of all. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yes! _Yes_! But would it ... could I?"

"I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't think you could." 
Her mood changed. She put one hand on my shoulder and 
looked at me seriously. "Nobody's been putting any 
silly ideas into your head about it being wrong to sell 
yourself, have they?"

"No ... no, of course not! How could they?"

"Well, there's a lot more of that sort of nonsense 
about these days. From female Diet members, 
journalists, even teachers ... I just wondered."

I thought for a moment.

"But I'm not selling myself!" I said indignantly. "I'm 
doing the things I love most in all the world. Learning 
to do them. There's nothing I want to do more. Always. 
All my life. And you're helping me!"

"And I'm making sure you get paid for doing them! These 
things you want to do more than anything else! That 
can't be wrong, can it?"

"No!"

"All right. Just checking. Now, today's Thursday and 
there's very little time left. I'm making two 
appointments for you. Tomorrow evening, as soon as 
possible after school ... have you heard of _enjo 
kosai_, assisted dating?"

"Well, yes ..."

"But has no one ever suggested you do it?"

I shook my head.

"Extraordinary. I'd have thought someone would have 
talent-spotted you by now. Well, the sooner you start 
the better. I'm taking you to an agency I know and can 
trust. You understand, don't you? They'll take your 
details and some photos, and include them in their 
database, and then if you're lucky you'll catch the eye 
of a man wanting a girl for a date. You'll get paid, of 
course. Or rather, the agency gets paid, they pay a 
percentage of their takings to ... well, we won't go 
into that, better you don't know ... and you get a 
share of what's left. If they're honest, which these 
people I'm taking you to see are. Up to a point."

"Where do I keep the money? My mother ..."

"I'll look after it for you. I'll open an account in 
your name. When you want to spend it on anything, you 
just tell me."

I nodded gratefully.

"You must have a mobile phone. So the agency can 
contact you when you're needed."

"But my mother says we can't ..."

"Your earnings will pay for it of course. I'll tell 
your mother it's a present from me."

"You're being so kind ..."

"Nonsense. It's all part of your education. The part 
you don't get at school."

She giggled in her delightfully girlish way.

"The other appointment I want to fix for you will be on 
Saturday. Before your mother gets in from Fukuoka. You 
remember Bob Williams? My _gaijin_ friend who whipped 
you?"

"Of _course_!"

"I'm taking you to see him again. But it'll be a sort 
of business discussion with other people there. So I 
don't yet know what time it will be. Now," she went on, 
changing her mood completely, "it's Thursday. School 
tomorrow. Homework!"

Reina arranged to pick me up from school on Friday as 
soon as classes were over. Of course I told my friends 
that my wonderful cousin was coming and they all wanted 
to meet her. Reina hadn't expected a reception 
committee of eager, giggling girls but she was very 
gracious. I could see that all my friends were 
overwhelmed by her beauty, poise and sexiness, and 
thanked her effusively when she said we could keep the 
whips, handcuffs and other toys she had provided for 
our adventure with Jiro.

"Have fun!" she said to them as she gathered up her 
bags and swept off with me in tow. "Have _lots_ of fun! 
That's what being a girl is all about! Never forget 
that."

The office of the "assisted dating" agency was in the 
basement of an office building down a side-street in 
Shibuya. It was dusty and very untidy, and there was a 
disagreeably musty smell of tobacco and old sex - 
normally I love the smell and taste of sex but I prefer 
it to be fresh! Reina introduced me to the manager and 
of course I bowed politely. He was a thin middle-aged 
man in a roll-neck pullover and rather dirty slacks, 
with long greasy hair and a thin moustache.

"So this is the girl who wants to go on dates with my 
clients, is it?" he asked with a smile. It wasn't a 
pleasant smile.

I bowed again, feeling rather out-of-place in this 
office in my school uniform - but Reina had told me it 
didn't matter. I felt a little uneasy as the man leered 
at me - uneasy but at the same time excited. He noted 
down my details as I gave them to him. Reina had warned 
me he would ask for my _surii-saizu_ - my bust, waist 
and hip measurements - so we had checked them after my 
bath the previous evening and I repeated them 
confidently.

"Professional name?" he asked.

I hadn't thought about that. But of course I would need 
a new name for my new profession. The idea made me feel 
very grown-up. Reina came to the rescue.

"How about Hanako?" she asked. "Written with the 
characters for 'flower' and then 'child'. It sounds 
fresh and new."

"Yes, that's fine. I don't have any other Hanako on my 
books. Age fifteen, you said? I think we'll keep it at 
that, informally at least. Men will like it. Now we 
need some photos."

He opened a door and switched on the lights in a tiny 
studio. There was a small cleared area with just a 
chair in it lit by a pair of lights on tripods, and an 
elaborate camera on a stand. First he took a few shots 
of me in my school uniform, full-length and close-up. 
Then, casually and as if it was the most obvious thing 
in the world, he told me to take off my blouse and pose 
topless in just my school skirt. In fact I didn't mind 
doing that at all. I pinched my nipples to make them 
stand up nicely, and smiled happily at the camera; but 
then on his instructions I pretended to be shy for some 
of the shots, with my eyes down and making myself 
blush, or sometimes looking coyly sideways at the 
camera. Then of course he wanted to take me completely 
nude, first in my flat-heeled school shoes and long 
white socks, then in sexy high-heels which Reina 
produced from one of her bags.

"Anything more, er, sophisticated?" he then asked her.

"Oh, yes. She has very varied tastes. Here, Saa-chan, 
try putting these on."

She passed me a red corset in shiny red plastic 
material and helped me put it on round my waist. It 
reached from just below my breasts - in fact there was 
a little support for my breasts, lifting them nicely 
without covering them - to just above my bottom. It 
felt good being tightly laced into the corset by 
Reina's clever fingers. Then there was a matching red 
collar to fit snugly round my neck and a pair of long 
red gloves. I had never worn anything as pretty before 
and wished I could see myself in a mirror! Still, I 
would ask for the agency's website address and perhaps 
I could see the photos there. The man from the agency 
seemed to like the way I looked and took lots of 
pictures as I posed in different ways. After a while 
Reina passed me a lovely whip with long, ooh _such_ 
long lashes, and I posed with one foot on the chair 
pretending to whip a man just out of shot, seen from 
behind with the lashes dangling over my shoulder and 
their ends tickling my bottom, holding the lashes in my 
gloved hands and kissing them longingly, and with the 
whip wrapped round myself and with a pleading 
expression on my face.

"Good!" he said at last. "Those ought to bring in my 
clients with special tastes. You like being whipped?" 
he asked me abruptly.

I nodded happily: playing with the beautiful instrument 
had made me long to feel its kiss.

"Well, you should get plenty of that. When they see 
those shots."

He leered at me again. Reina slipped her arm round my 
tightly bound waist.

"Why don't you thank him ..." she murmured discreetly. 
"He's been so kind ..."

I understood at once and knelt down in front of him, my 
gloved hands reaching for the obvious bulge in his 
slacks. He loosened his belt, helped me pull down his 
slacks and underpants, and then sat on the chair while 
I first licked and kissed his erection and then drew it 
into my mouth. It had a sort of funky, sweaty taste and 
smell: rather different from the cocks of the boys who 
sometimes joined us in the school gymnasium and who 
were obsessively clean. The taste and smell excited me, 
and in any case it was hardly right to criticise my 
partner on what was, after all, my first professional 
assignment! I sucked him with all the skill I had, 
tickling his balls at the same time with my gloved 
fingers while his hand pressed my head forward and 
forced me to take his cock ever deeper into my willing 
mouth.

Suddenly I felt him lean to one side. A moment later I 
understood that he had picked up the whip from where I 
had dropped it. The long lashes began to delight my 
bottom and thighs as he leant forward and skilfully 
whipped me while I sucked enthusiastically. At last I 
felt that wonderful moment when your lover can no 
longer resist you and his cum begins to force its way 
up his urethra into whichever hole his cock has been 
pleasuring, and you receive your reward.

"Oh, that was so lovely!" I said, when I had finished 
licking the last drop from his cock and had swallowed 
enough to make it possible to speak. "I do hope I 
pleased you, sir?" I added anxiously.

"Oh yes, It was good. Do that for my clients and you 
should get plenty of work. They tell each other, you 
see ..."

He stood up and rearranged his pants. I stopped 
swirling the rest of his cum around my mouth and 
swallowed it. I stood up too and bowed respectfully. 
Reina urged me out of the tiny studio into the office. 
There was another girl in school uniform there, waiting 
anxiously: plump and not especially attractive, I 
thought unkindly.

"Is Mr ...?" she began; then stopped with a gasp of 
amazement when she saw me in my corset and heels.

"Yes," said Reina, "he's just finished with her." She 
nodded towards me. "I'm sure he'll be ready for you in 
just a moment." She looked the girl over critically, 
then dismissed her from her mind and turned to me. "I 
expect you'd rather wear a dress now, wouldn't you?" 
she asked kindly.

She hunted in one of her bags and pulled out a simple 
floral dress with short wide skirt, low neck and puffy 
sleeves. I would have preferred something sexier, but 
did not argue and accepted it from her. She helped me 
out of my tight corset, and as the plump girl watched 
admiringly I pulled on the dress, enjoying the 
sensation of being naked under the thin cloth as Reina 
helped me with the zipper. Finally I stripped off the 
long red gloves, but decided to retain the collar as a 
secret reminder of the pleasure I had enjoyed in the 
little studio.

"Good-bye," Reina said politely to the other girl as we 
left. "I hope you are successful in your career. Poor 
girl," she added, once the door was closed between us, 
"not much chance of that. Although ..."

"Although what?" I prompted her as she did not 
continue.

"There was something about her ... a sort of submissive 
look in her eyes - did you notice that? She might be a 
natural masochist. In which case, of course ..."

Another pause. This time I said nothing and waited.

"She could have quite an active future. With the right 
sort of customer. With men who appreciate that sort of 
sensuality in a girl."

She gave a little shiver, part fearful and part 
pleasurable, I thought, and then led the way briskly 
towards the plaza outside Shibuya station.

I enjoyed the attention I attracted on the subway on 
the way home. It wasn't that I showed off or anything 
like that: I sat with my knees correctly together and 
was careful not to lean forward too much. But I think 
when a girl is enjoying the sensation of being naked 
under her dress, however careful and discreet she is 
the special glow of pleasure it gives her somehow sends 
out signals which can be detected by a man who is 
sensitive to a girl's feelings. And of course on this 
occasion my pleasure was enhanced by the tingling, 
teasing memory of the gentle whip-play I had enjoyed. 
And that is something I find it _very_ difficult to 
hide!


FOOTNOTE

[17] Japanese distortion of the German word _Arbeit_, 
"work". It means specifically part-time work done by 
students to earn pocket-money. - B W


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