Learning_About_Myself.13

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/13
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 13

CHAPTER XIII

My First Client

There were just a few days of school left before the 
summer holidays. Our little group of friends who had 
so enjoyed our teasing session with the wimpish Jiro 
made plans to keep in touch and exchange experiences. 
I wasn't the only one who was expecting a string of 
dates set up by an agency, and of course we all 
wanted to hear every detail of the fun our friends 
Kin and Gin would be having as trainees in a 
bath-house. On the last day of school I used the new 
mobile phone Reina had given me to remind the man at 
the "assisted dating" office that I was ready for 
work. He grunted in an irritated way and told me I 
had to wait till he contacted me. But only a few 
minutes later he called back. Perhaps he had indeed 
forgotten about me and it had been a good idea to 
remind him of my existence. I had my first job!

He gave me details of time and place, and the name 
the man was using for our meeting.

"What shall I wear?" I asked eagerly.

"I was just coming to that. He wants you in school 
uniform. Looking as young as you can. No makeup. Hair 
in braids. Standard white underwear."

"Is that _all_?" I asked, disappointed.

"Sure. He's one of my regulars. I know what he likes. 
He went for the pic of you in uniform. So that's what 
you wear. Got it?"

"Yes. Of course," I said, trying to hide my 
disappointment.

"One more thing. As soon as you're out, call this 
number. Written it down? Right. Put it in your 
mobile. You'll just get voicemail. Say your name and 
the time you finished. Nothing else. That way we'll 
know you're safe, and how long he took with you."

He rang off. I at once called Reina. She was more 
than my best friend and guide now: she was my agent.

"I have my first date!" I said at once.

"Well done! How exciting for you!"

"Yes, but ..."

And I poured out my disappointment at being expected 
to present myself as a schoolgirl, when I had been so 
looking forward to dressing up as a pretty little 
tart and embarking on my new life as a sophisticated 
and irresistibly sexy call-girl.

"Now, Saa-chan, surely you understand. Lots of 
Japanese men are fixated on schoolgirls. You must 
have noticed the way they look at you in the subway, 
and try to rub their erections against you in your 
school skirt." I giggled: indeed I had. "They 
fantasise about inviting innocent schoolgirls in 
their uniforms to meet them after class, and seducing 
them. Or raping them. You know what to do. Be as 
young and innocent as you can, scream and struggle, a 
bit, when you discover what he wants to do to you, 
then submit, and finally tell him how wonderful it 
was and how you want to do it again. He'll love it, 
and so will you."

"I suppose so."

"Oh, and don't wear fresh panties. Wear the previous 
day's, and when you're finished, let him keep them. 
Men like that are obsessed with schoolgirls' used 
underwear."[20]

The following day, I said I was going out to meet 
friends. If my mother was surprised to see me wear my 
school uniform with long loose white socks and flat 
shoes she chose to say nothing. I had scrubbed my 
face and pulled my hair back into a pair of braids. 
It didn't make me feel very sexy, but it was what my 
client had asked for - and of course it was important 
to give satisfaction on my very first assignment. I 
was pleased to notice that a couple of men on the 
subway looked at me with interest; but at that time 
of day the carriage was fairly empty and we were not 
standing close together, so they could not touch me 
or do anything interesting to me. I concentrated on 
looking as innocent and inexperienced as possible.

I found the apartment where my client lived without 
much difficulty and pressed the button with his name 
on it. The sound of a handset being lifted came from 
the intercom speaker.

"This is Hanako," I said.

Again there was no reply, but the front door buzzed 
open. As I had been instructed, I took the elevator 
to the fifth floor. There were four grey metal doors 
in the hallway but I soon identified the right one 
and rang the bell. The door swung open. I repeated my 
name and bowed to the man who appeared. He stood to 
one side, I left my black school shoes in the tiny 
entrance hall with their toes pointing neatly towards 
the front door, and stepped up into the apartment.

My client led the way along a short corridor to the 
living-room. It was plainly furnished with a couch 
and two matching armchairs, a patterned rug on the 
floor and a low table with a "smoking set" of 
cigarette box, lighter and ashtray. The place smelled 
musty as if it was not cleaned or aired very often. 
The man gestured to me to sit at the right end of the 
couch. I looked up at him. He was very ordinary, 
middle-aged I suppose but he could have been anything 
from 35 to 50, with short-cropped hair, glasses and 
wearing jeans and a dark T-shirt. If I had been asked 
to describe him after our encounter the description 
would have fitted millions of Japanese men.

"Tea?" he asked.

It wasn't quite the opening to our session I had 
expected. I tried to reply, cleared my throat and 
managed to thank him shyly. He went into a tiny 
kitchen leading off the living-room and returned with 
two cups of Japanese tea on plastic saucers. He put 
them down on the table, returned to the kitchen and 
brought a plate with a small slice of cake decorated 
with green sugar. He sat beside me, picked up one of 
the cups and slurped the tea noisily.

"Please," he said, gesturing at the plate.

I drank the tea gratefully and managed out of 
politeness to eat half the slice of cake, which was 
dull and dry. It seemed strange to be behaving 
politely to this man who had bought me for an hour, 
but it seemed to be what he expected. While I ate and 
drank he asked me about my school, where I lived and 
what my hobbies were. I answered briefly and shyly, 
avoiding the truth as I had been advised by the man 
from the agency.

When I at last put my cup down he placed his right 
hand on my thigh, moving it up and down and stroking 
me through the thick material of my skirt. Then he 
shifted to sit at an angle to me. Now his left hand 
was stroking my leg and his right began to unbutton 
my jacket. I stiffened and pretended to be shocked. 
Using both hands he slipped the jacket over my 
shoulders and down my arms, and started to undo my 
school blouse and pull it over my head. I did not 
resist but looked at him in amazement. Soon he had 
pulled my jacket and blouse from around me and 
dropped them on the floor. His hands were now 
stroking my breasts through the clumsy white bra.

"Nice," he said. "Very nice."

"Do you ... do you think so?" I asked in the tones of 
a Japanese girl welcoming praise but unsure of 
herself.

Thinking that he would want to reach behind me and 
unfasten the bra I leant forward a little as if by 
accident, but instead he pushed it upwards so that it 
hung round my neck while freeing my breasts. He 
stroked them and pinched them, flicked the nipples 
and then leant forward so that he could suck them. He 
made no effort to be affectionate to me: he handled 
me as if I were just an object. I decided all the 
same it was my job to seem to be enjoying it so, very 
daring, I put one hand very lightly on the back of 
his head. His right arm was round me now and then I 
felt his left hand lifting my skirt and stroking my 
bare thigh. I let out little gasps and whimpers, a 
mixture of protest and pleasure.

Now he did unfasten my bra. I let it fall forward 
down my arms and he pulled it off, throwing it down 
to join my jacket and blouse. He returned to sucking 
and kissing my breasts and stroking my thigh. It felt 
nice but he seemed uncertain about what to do next.

"Shall we stand up for a moment?" I asked in my best 
little-girl voice.

He released me and for a while we stood together. He 
kissed me clumsily; then I turned my back to him and 
leant against him so that he could stroke my breasts. 
Well, I thought, if he won't unfasten my skirt I'll 
have to do it for him. I released the belt and let 
the clumsy uniform skirt fall. I stepped out of it 
and turned to face him again, now wearing only my 
regulation school knickers - kept out of the wash 
from yesterday - and the long white socks which some 
Japanese men find so inexplicably erotic.

"Do I please you like this?" I asked innocently.

He grunted assent, and grabbed at me. I let out a 
little squeal and then smiled, hoping that pert 
lasciviousness would provoke him into action.

"In here," he said at last, pulling me towards the 
bedroom door. He threw me down onto an imperfectly 
made bed and I held out my arms to him. He tore off 
his T-shirt and trousers, revealing a pair of 
patterned shorts decorated with a cartoon rabbit. I 
did my best to avoid giggling, and he lay heavily on 
top of me, fondling my breasts again and kissing me. 
I was able to get my hands down towards my hips and 
began pushing at the waistband of my knickers with my 
fingers.

"Please help me," I whispered.

He rolled off me and pulled the knickers down while I 
helped him by lifting my bottom and bending my knees. 
He did not take the knickers off completely, but left 
them dangling round one of my ankles, tangled up with 
the sock on that foot. I guessed he had seen that 
done in cheap porn movies. He gazed at my exposed 
crotch.

"_Paipan_," he said. "Nice."

"I'm so happy it pleases you," I said submissively.

At last he pulled off his own shorts and tossed them 
aside. He was erect and ready all right. He put his 
hands under my knees and folded me into the W shape 
many Japanese men like, my pussy forced wide open. 
Freeing his right hand he used it to guide his cock 
into my waiting love-hole, while I screamed with a 
mixture of genuine surprise and pretend pleasure. His 
right hand was now under my bottom, lifting me a 
little way off the bed as he thrust into me. It 
didn't take him long to come, while I encouraged him 
with gasps and cries of "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

It was good to feel the hot sperm spurting into my 
cunt again, even if there had been little pleasure in 
the build-up to his orgasm. He quickly pulled out of 
me and knelt looking down at me, while cum dripped 
from my cunt onto the sheet.

"Oh, that was _so_ nice!" I said. "Thank you! I 
didn't know it could be so nice!"

He smiled, happy to have achieved his objective and 
to have taught his little pupil to appreciate the 
joys of fucking. He looked quite kind and nice, I 
thought, once he was relaxed and not under the stress 
of having to prove himself. I felt glad that my 
innocent pretence at climax and of having been 
introduced to previously unknown pleasure had given 
him calm and satisfaction. I began to sit up.

"May I use the bathroom?" I asked, indicating a door 
from the bedroom which surely had to lead to what I 
needed.

"Of course."

I scrambled off the bed and removed my knickers and 
the ridiculous loose socks which were destroying any 
pretence of glamour and sophistication. I walked 
naked towards the bathroom, then turned to smile at 
him with innocent provocation. Inside there were a 
cheap western-style lavatory with a cracked plastic 
seat and a tiny shower with a hand-spray on a plastic 
hose. I peed and cleaned myself, and dried myself as 
best I could with the cheap hand-towel. I unbraided 
my hair and shook it free to flow down my back. When 
I emerged he went to use the bathroom himself and I 
returned to the living-room. It had all been over 
very quickly, and there were still some minutes left 
of the hour he had paid for.

He was wearing his ridiculous shorts again when he 
joined me. My turn to teach him now, I thought with a 
sudden flash of insight. I stood on tiptoe, pressed 
my naked body against him, reached up and stroked his 
short wiry hair.

"Wouldn't you like to do it to me again?" I murmured 
flirtatiously. "We have plenty of time."

I felt him stiffen again at this new challenge to 
prove his sexual competence. I let my hands drift 
down his chest, stroking him as they went. When they 
reached his waist, I pulled down his shorts. It would 
certainly take time to stimulate him into readiness. 
I began to stroke his arse with one hand and his back 
with the other.

"It was so nice, what you did to me," I whispered. I 
thought for a moment: he would know of course that I 
was no virgin. "I had done it before, of course, but 
it was never like that." That at least was true. 
"Won't you please do it to me more," I wheedled with 
a coquettish little smile, my hands now stroking his 
flaccid cock, "and make me happy again?"

Without waiting for an answer I pushed him gently 
down into one of the armchairs. Quickly I pulled one 
of the couch cushions onto the floor and knelt neatly 
in front of him, knees together, hands stroking his 
cock and balls, the obedient slave waiting for her 
master's permission to pleasure him. I could feel 
strength returning to him.

"This is the way I like it best," I said. "And some 
gentlemen have been kind enough to praise the way I 
do it."

I was no longer the innocent schoolgirl being 
instructed in the joys of fucking by an experienced 
older man. Nude and having shed the last vestiges of 
school uniform, I was now the skilful little teenaged 
cock-sucker eager to show off her talents. I kissed 
the tip of his growing erection and slowly drew it 
into my mouth. Soon my lips and tongue brought his 
masculinity to its full strength again. I withdrew it 
from my mouth, licked and kissed it, and looked up at 
him pleadingly.

"Please relax and let me do nice things to you," I 
said softly. "I _love_ doing this, and I think you 
will like it too."

He lay back in his chair and I set to work. It took a 
long while to bring him close to a second orgasm, but 
I managed it in the end while he rolled from side to 
side in the chair and told me how wonderful I was. At 
last I felt his cock thicken as the hot cum burst up 
from his balls and filled my mouth. Well, not 
"filled", perhaps; this was not the fresh, eager lust 
of a first loving encounter. But he hadn't done badly 
and the look on his face showed that he had enjoyed 
it and was relieved to have triumphed.

I sat back on my heels, opened my mouth a little and 
let him watch me swirl his cum around my tongue. Cum 
always tastes good, regardless of the man who shoots 
it. That is why cock-sucking is such a favourite of 
mine. I let the mixture of cum and saliva dribble 
from my lips and spatter on my firm breasts. He 
watched with fascination: had he really never enjoyed 
the pretty sight of a girl's face and breasts 
decorated with translucent blobs and streaks of newly 
harvested sperm?

I glanced at my watch. His time was up. I stood and 
walked, as provocatively as I could, to the bathroom, 
rinsed out my mouth and wiped my breasts on the 
towel. It occurred to me briefly that he would need 
to wash the sheets and towel, but that was not my 
business. In the bedroom I put on my socks but left 
my knickers on the bed, where I guessed he would 
later use them to masturbate with. Then in the 
living-room I let him watch me as I dressed again in 
my uniform. When I was ready I bowed respectfully.

"Thank you," I said. "I enjoyed that very much. I 
hope I gave you satisfaction."

He said nothing in reply but indicated a narrow brown 
envelope which was lying on the low table.

"That is for you," he said.

"Oh, thank you! But ..."

"You did well."

"Perhaps you will ask for me again," I said as I 
stepped into my shoes, privately hoping he wouldn't.

As soon as I had left the building, I called the 
number at the agency and left a brief message stating 
my name and the time I had finished with the client. 
Then I walked thoughtfully back towards the subway 
station. My school skirt felt rough against my bare 
bottom: so different from the erotic caress of the 
dresses I had worn in Reina's company! I had been 
looking forward to the encounter so much and it 
hadn't been much fun. I had imagined that my new 
career as a call-girl would mean a whole series of 
exciting sexual encounters with stimulating partners, 
in which I would wear thrillingly provocative clothes 
and do, or have done to me, the things I most adored 
with the added pleasure of being paid for them. 
Clearly it wasn't always going to be like that. But 
then, when I thought over the past hour, I began to 
feel a sort of modest triumph, if that is a possible 
combination. I had taken the lead and been in charge. 
I had seen at once the sort of girl he was dreaming 
of, young, innocent and inexperienced; and I had 
played the part correctly and led him to the climax 
he wanted. More important, I had found a way of 
stimulating him to a second orgasm which he had not 
expected, acting both innocent and sexy at the same 
time. Not so bad for my first assignment. I had 
satisfied my client, myself and my mentors. My mother 
had urged on me the importance of sincerity and 
commitment in my new career - never mind what she 
thought that career was. Reina and Kato-san hoped I 
would show myself as a true professional.

I thought they would all have been pleased with me if 
they could have seen me at work.


FOOTNOTES

[20] The banks of vending machines near commuter 
stations will often include one dispensing used 
schoolgirl panties carefully sealed to preserve their 
aroma and accompanied by coy photographs and 
biographical details of the previous owner. All part 
of the "Lolita syndrome" which powers much of the 
Japanese sex industry.


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