We Always Do It For Real.15 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 15 [CHAPTER XI CONTINUED] One or two of the girls were jealous of me as a popular newcomer, but I made a few friends. They gave me useful tips on improving my on-stage technique; and we exchanged information on which shops were best for the endless supply of sexy bras and panties that we needed.[8] Asakusa is where the bar-girls and other sex professionals buy their pretty provocative outfits, so there was a wide choice. There are also good shoe shops, and I experimented with different styles - I soon learned to be comfortable strutting up and down the stage in much higher heels than I could have managed only a month before. Despite these expenses and temptations, I earned enough to help my mother with the household expenses, and sometimes I could pay my way when Ken and I went out together. I found it quite a solemn moment when I received my first real money for exhibiting myself naked to an audience. Of course it wasn't the film studio work I had set my heart on, but I was on my way. I bought an account-book and started keeping records. Sometimes, when I was still pretending to be an amateur, sitting in the audience, enraptured by the skill of the girl who was on before me, I would feel a hand exploring my thigh and creeping up my miniskirt and, when I reacted, a hoarse voice would invite me to go outside for a while for something more intimate. I always refused politely, saying that I was due shortly to rejoin my "protector" as I called Ken. I already drew a careful distinction between the public nudity and fucking that I loved so much, and casual prostitution. If I were to go off after the show with a man, it wouldn't be for money, and he would have to be someone really special whom I genuinely wanted for private pleasure. As the MC had told me, the different clubs where I worked had different routines for choosing a man from the audience for the climax of the act. I had a sentimental liking for the method of throwing my panties to the audience at random and giving myself to the man who found them, because it was associated in my mind with the happy memory of my first ever public performance. But the other ways were fun too. Once I had a very special experience which I want to tell you about; otherwise this account of my months as a full-time stripper would be incomplete. One evening - I had just completed my second show at my "home" club and was walking off, still nude, into the wings - the MC came to give me my instructions for my third engagement. He looked at me strangely, I thought. "Sanae's off tonight," he said, referring to his most experienced girl. "Her period started a few days early. Or so she says. I expect she's really off with a lover. But never mind - I'll deal with her later. So your third show will be here. Taking over from her." He handed me a slip of paper with the address. "Get into costume fast and grab a taxi: you'll just make it. "Yes, sir." "Do a good job, will you? It's a very high-class place. Very choosy. Normally they'll only take Sanae but I've persuaded them their clients will go for you." "Thank you, sir. Any special requirements?" I asked, heading for the little room which served as the only dressing-room. He looked at me with a leer. "No. Well, yes; but you'll find out. Just do your panty-throwing routine and take it from there." There was no time to discuss it further, and anyway in my youthful self-confidence I was sure I could handle it, whatever it was. The club was in a more modern building than the ones I usually worked in, and peering discreetly round the edge of the curtain and watching the girl who was on before me I could see that the theatre was very high-class by Asakusa standards. There were rows of swivel chairs along the edges of the stage and cat-walk, and there seemed to be empty floor-space beyond. The chairs were nearly all occupied and some men were standing around at the back. The girl before me finished her act, came off stage and smiled at me encouragingly. She was tall and very beautiful, with firm high breasts: the MC had been right about the high quality on offer at this club. The manager went out on stage and introduced me, doing his best to present me as a worthwhile new attraction. There was some indifferent applause - and I was on. I did my usual strip, as seductively as I could, but there wasn't the enthusiastic response I was used to. Rather piqued, I walked to the end of the catwalk where it spread to a little square stage of its own, and danced as vigorously and sexily as I could to the fast music. I was nude by then of course, and the time was coming to choose my partner for the climax. As I threw away my panties, I looked round and saw that something extraordinary had happened: the whole length of the catwalk behind me had sunk into the floor and I was standing all alone on a square platform in the middle of the auditorium! Men had gathered round it and were looking up at me. How was I to get back to the main stage? Well, that was for later. Already a man was coming up the shallow steps to join me on my platform. There was no couch to screw on but the platform was thickly carpeted and he fucked me on the floor. He was a wonderful lover and took his time: my orgasms were fast and overwhelming, and I had no attention to spare. Only when it was over and he thoughtfully helped me to my feet did I see that the platform too had sunk to floor level. I was no longer dominating my audience from a stage - I was standing among them all, completely nude apart from my heels! Of course it was naughty of the MC at my club not to tell me what to expect. But in fact I was grateful to him: if I had known, I would have been nervous throughout my performance, and I wouldn't have felt that wonderful thrill when I finally realised what was about to happen to me. I had never been to a real sex party - I was still too young - so I had no experience of how to behave, but imagining myself nude and the only girl in a room full of men was one of my masturbation fantasies - as it surely is of most girls - so I wasn't frightened. A man was holding me gently by the waist and others took my hands, drawing me away from the patch of floor where my platform had been, and I gladly let them do it. I heard one man say to another, "They say she's only just fifteen," and for a moment I was indignant. At seventeen one feels sophisticated and doesn't want to be thought of as young! I soon realised though that it was clever of the manager to spread the rumour - it added to the piquancy of my nude availability. I could now see that there were couches arranged around the area beyond the seats, and acted coy and inexperienced as they took me to one of them. I soon lost count of the number of men who had me that evening. I would like to claim that every man in the audience fucked me at least once; but there were other attractions. The catwalk was soon raised again and other girls were taking their turn at stripping and fucking. But nonetheless it was my first experience of real multiple fucking and of course I adored it. I suppose it went on for a couple hours before I was allowed to return to the backstage area, faint with pleasure and with cum dripping from my cunt and my mouth. Of course I still sometimes perform at strip clubs, promoting sales of my videos and other Marucho products. I love doing it: it is a delightful change from my work before the camera. But when I look back on those months when I was stripping and fucking on stage night after night I see them as the fourth important stage in my sexual development. All those years ago, my cruel and beloved schoolteacher had taught me how erotic pain could be. With Ken, I had learnt that being able to enjoy sex with a willing and thoughtful partner was the greatest gift life has to bestow on a girl: as I have described it before, a special miracle I can repeat whenever I want to. Then I found that I was in love with the camera: its single eye coolly examining my nudity the greatest stimulation I had yet discovered, even greater than the caresses of the most skilful human lover. Just one eye, but through it thousands - millions! - could see me and desire me. Of course I had become an exhibitionist - or was I born one? - who derived erotic pleasure from shamelessly showing off her nakedness, but the erotic feeling of being on camera came from simply not knowing who would be peeping at me through the keyhole of that appraising lens. And now I had made a fourth discovery in my sexual life: the pleasure of doing the same thing to a live audience, responding as every actress does to the different atmosphere each time I was on stage, holding my spectators rapt and silent in a fantasy drama we were enacting together. Of course I ended my performance with a live fuck, just as I would fuck actors when I started working before Marucho's cameras, but the point is that by the time I had got that far the members of the audience were actors too, contributing to my performance just as much as if they had been on stage with me from the start; and plucking one man out to help me complete my act seemed entirely natural and nothing to do with the strip-club manager's view that this was part of what I was paid for. One man fucked me each time on behalf of them all in appreciation of my act; and in fucking him I fucked them all and thanked them for the pleasure their admiration had given me. For me, the big moment in my performance was when I at last removed my panties and, standing deliciously naked on the cat-walk, threw them at random into the audience: I was then committed to fucking whoever brought them back to me. I never looked where they landed - they changed hands a lot anyway, sometimes after noisy argument or financial negotiation. I wondered all the time who it would be. I used to look at an individual man in the audience - lips slightly parted, a secret smile on my face, glancing up at him from under modestly lowered eyelids - and say to him in my mind: "Is it you? Look at what I have for you. Look at my lovely body. See my pretty pussy spread out for you. Look at the virginal arsehole my fingers are holding open just for you to see. Surely you want to enjoy all these beautiful things. Don't you wish it was your hands caressing them? You can't leave me here frustrated and stroking them by myself. They are yours if you want them. All you have to do is find my panties and bring them to me. Then I will be entirely and completely yours to do what you like with. Oh, I do hope it will be you! I hope it will be _your_ cock that enters my holes, _your_ cum that spurts hot over my face and breasts!" Of course I never said it out loud. That would have broken my power over them all. But I think I learnt early on to have a personal relationship with individuals in the audience which has become my special characteristic. Whenever I perform, whether live or on video, I do it for one special man. Sometimes it's for a real man who I know is watching; sometimes I invent someone. But often a fan has told me my videos made him feel as if I were stripping and masturbating and displaying my nudity for him personally, and only for him. That makes me very happy. I felt a bit guilty when the time came to tell the MC of the establishment where I had been so happy that I was moving on. He was philosophical about it. Several new girls had offered themselves at Amateur Nights and one or two had been pretty and talented enough to be worth training up to take my place. Anyway, as he said, Japan is full of young girls keen to enter the sex industry - and a club like his was mostly just a first step on the ladder. As it had been for me. FOOTNOTES [8] Well, think about it: three performances a night, with my underwear almost always taken away as souvenirs! [Next in Part 16: Chapter XII: Megumi Begins her Career] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams