We Always Do It For Real.16 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 16 CHAPTER XII Megumi Begins her Career My eighteenth birthday was a Tuesday. I had told my mother I was going for an important job interview: she was both impressed that I was prepared to give up my birthday to the search for employment, and relieved that I proposed to be out of the house most of the day. If I had wanted to be entertained on my birthday she would have suggested some outing together; but she was in the middle of an important sales campaign at one of the newer department stores in the Ikebukuro district and needed the money. The instructions from Marucho were to report to the studio in Shibuya by 0830. I was to wear normal clothes: any special costumes required for the screen-test would be provided on arrival. But I was told to put on no underwear, as it left lines on my skin which might take an inconveniently long time to disappear. I decided on a dark-blue, sleeveless shift dress, the skirt down to only a little way above my knees when I stood but tight enough to ride agreeably far up my thighs and bottom when I sat. With it I wore a waist-length jacket in dark-blue and white, and matching shoes with modest heels. I could not expect to deceive my mother's eye in the matter of underwear so I presented myself for her inspection in full outfit of bra, panties and tights. She was pleased with my suitably businesslike appearance, and I made a last-minute dash to my room to stuff the underwear into my handbag before rushing out in the hope that she would not notice the difference. I had to stand all the way to Shibuya. No one on the subway paid much attention to me. My outfit was a bit like a company uniform, and I must have looked like thousands of other Office Ladies on their way to work all over the city. Only I was aware of my exciting hidden nudity, nudity which I prayed was today going at last to be my passport into the career I had dreamt of for almost a year. Arriving at Shibuya Station, I had time for a detour past the statue of the faithful dog Hachiko, and recalled my days as a gawky, flat-chested schoolgirl, ignored by the talent-scouts of the sex industry. Little did they know that I was really the Queen of Japanese pornographic films, walking incognito among my subjects! I pulled myself together sharply. Today was not a day for fantasy and dreams. It was a day for hard work, concentrating on what I was doing, making sure I made the most of my one chance. I was at the offices of Marucho in good time, and Reiko the receptionist asked me to sit in the waiting-room over which she presided until Mr Niijima was ready to see me. I was the only visitor and in between answering the telephone Reiko told me a bit about the company. She had never wanted to be an actress, indeed had answered an advertisement for the job of receptionist without fully understanding the company's business. When she found out what it was, she decided to take the job for a few weeks just for fun; she was still there three years later. Apart from Mr Niijima, who seemed to be the company ogre, she liked the people there: they were different from those you met in ordinary companies, she said, and treated you like a human being. Later I learnt that even the President, Mr Nagao, appreciated her encyclopaedic knowledge of the company's business, its suppliers, distributors and regular visitors. Mr Niijima kept me waiting fifteen minutes to show me who was boss, then sent for me. He was quite pleasant. I sat in front of his desk, knees modestly together and hands folded on my lap, as he asked me routine questions. "You seem very keen to join us," he then said, "pressing for a screen-test the minute you qualify at eighteen. I hope you won't be pushy and demanding. You will have to do whatever you are told to do, you know, if you join us. We expect our employees to work as a team." I said I would of course do everything I could to give satisfaction if I had the good fortune to be accepted. "Why do you want to join Marucho?" he asked with a flash of his spectacles. Well, that was on my application form anyway, but I said I had seen the company's products and had been deeply impressed by their technical and artistic quality. "And what makes a young girl like you decide the one thing she wants to do in life is screw in front of a camera, to amuse a lot of degenerate young men?" He looked keenly at me and licked his lips: clearly this was the part of the interview he most enjoyed. I thought for a moment about how best to give him the sexual thrill he clearly wanted. Finally I said, in a soft, innocent, girlish voice, somehow managing to make myself blush nicely as I said it: "I know it must seem terribly immodest, Niijima-san, but I do so adore ... er, you know ... sex, every kind of sex but _especially_ public sex ... somehow I seem to be able to do it best, most artistically I mean, before an audience ... and people seem to love watching me do it, so I think I can give satisfaction to your customers. And to you, of course. That is why it has become my dream to work here." I glanced modestly up at him. He seemed ready to come in his pants with excitement. I decided to give him a little more. "I know I am very young and inexperienced," I murmured, looking up at him appealingly and somehow bringing a few tears into my eyes, "and my body is still _rather_ immature, but I do beg you to give me a chance and let me show you what I can do. I am sure that under your guidance and instruction I shall soon learn to do better." The poor man was quite overcome. After several false starts he said, "Well, Kato-san, you shall have your chance. If you do well at the screen-test I assure you I will take a personal interest in your progress." I clapped my hands together girlishly. "Oh, I am so happy!" I cried. "You can now go back to Reception and tell Reiko-kun to show you where the costume department is. Matsumoto-san will prepare you for the screen-test." "Come in, come in!" called a fat, cheerful woman of fifty or so when I hesitantly entered the costume department. "You must be Megumi-san. Welcome! We've all been looking forward to meeting you. Come and have some tea, and tell me all about how Niijima-san drooled over you and wanted to know how an innocent young girl could choose to dedicate her virginal body to screwing for Marucho." "How did you know he did that?" I asked. "Because he always does, the old goat!" replied Matsumoto-san with a fruity chuckle. "It used to annoy me, but now I'm more tolerant. After all, helping inadequate men to get their sexual thrills is our business." Later I learnt from my new friend Reiko that Matsumoto-san had started as an actress with the company over thirty years ago - long before the days of video, of course, when the company's products were distributed on 16mm film, to be shown in back-street cinemas and sold to resort hotels, where they were furtively rented with projector and screen by groups on company outings. Watching a grainy, scratched fuck film after dinner was one of the communal rituals of company bonding: even the girls were expected to be good sports and watch too, adding to the fun of the thing by squealing "Ooh, how awful!" at the crucial moments. It was old Mr Nagao, the company's founder, who had the idea of bringing real quality into the industry, including his famous slogan "We Always Do It For Real", so that the customer did not feel cheated. Anyway, Matsumoto-san became, Reiko said, old Mr Nagao's mistress and when his nephew, the present Mr Nagao, took over the business she was found a job in charge of the costume department. She herself would never confirm or deny this story, just replying to questions with her famous ripe laugh. But she had a heart of gold and took a keen interest in "her girls" as she called us, making sure we always looked our best on set and dressing us up deliciously for our private dates, in return for which she expected to be told the following morning every intimate detail of our sexual activities and emotional lives. Matsumoto-san put down her tea-cup and said, "No time to waste on that now. Stand up dearie, and let me see what you've got. Take your clothes off." For a moment I was startled and looked around involuntarily for a changing-room. She laughed and said, "Forgotten which company you're joining, have you dearie? Don't worry, after three weeks here you won't even notice if you've got clothes on or not, and nor will anyone else, hardly." I took off my jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. Then I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, now naked except for my shoes. "Yes, very nice," said Matsumoto-san, "we should be able to do something with that. That tall, long-legged look is popular just now. Walk around and let me look at you." I did so, soon shedding my shyness along with my clothes. "I always like to start with the shoes," she said. "Give me yours." I slipped them off and she examined them for size and fit, then, opening a large closet and hunting around for a while, handed me another pair to try. They had much higher heels than I was accustomed to, the heels and soles in silver and the uppers in transparent plastic. The shoes were a good fit and I examined myself critically in one of the big mirrors. I liked the elegant way the curved sole emphasised the arch of my foot. I resumed my walk. It was difficult at first to manage the tall, slender heels and there was something slightly odd about the feel of the shoes. "Ah, you've noticed, have you? That's one of Matsumoto's little secrets, having one heel just a little higher than the other. It makes your bottom wiggle slightly when you walk. All the men love it, dearie, but you mustn't ever let on how it's done." She chuckled, then opened the door to an inner office. "Takeshi-san, come and look at this, will you?" A man in jeans and a dirty t-shirt, wearing his hair in a pony-tail, entered and looked at me in silence for a while. "Yes, ve-e-ry tasty," he said. At his and Matsumoto-san's direction I walked, sat, and stood while they discussed me. The fact that all except the soles and slender heels of the shoes was transparent - in fact invisible unless you looked carefully - meant that I could create the illusion that this lovely high-stepping, teetering, long-legged look was entirely me, not something forced on me by my shoes. I ignored the chatter and comments of Matsumoto-san and her assistant as I began to admire more and more the girl in the wall-mirrors, wantonly posturing and showing off her slim, young nakedness - for her own pleasure, but for the delectation too of anyone else who cared to watch. I suddenly recalled my early fantasy of myself as the star attraction displayed nude for the appraisal of customers at a slave-market. My heart beat faster and I could feel my pussy getting damp. "She's got real talent. You saw her video?" Matsumoto-san was saying. "And just look at her admiring herself in the mirrors: she's as keen as anything. The boss would be mad not to take her." "You know he prefers to take people on individual contracts for each production," Takeshi replied. "You get more variety that way." "Oh, rubbish. He doesn't realise how much work it means, training new girls up all the time. I keep telling him he must find new talent and sign it before it goes elsewhere. Now that we're losing Takahashi-san there'll be almost no one on the books except those lazy little trollops Midori and Noriko." "Is Takahashi-san leaving?" I interrupted. "I admire her so much." "Well, dearie, she's twenty-five this year and getting a bit past it. She had a good offer of marriage and decided to accept it. Anyway, our customers prefer to see fresh young bodies like yours." The phone rang. It was Reiko at Reception to say the Director wanted me on set for my screen-test in Studio Two in twenty minutes. "Heavens, we must work fast!" said Matsumoto-san. "Run down the corridor to make-up, while I choose your costume." "Er ..." I couldn't decide which question to ask first: where the make-up room was, or whether it was really expected that I should wander around the building naked except for my silver high heels. She answered the first. "Turn right, second door on the left. Hurry up!" She took it so much for granted that I hardly hesitated to do as she said. I returned to find that Matsumoto-san had some dresses laid out for me to choose from. I agreed to the one she liked best, blue but also silver to match my shoes, with a halter-neck and low back, the waist and short skirt loose so that, as Matsumoto-san pointed out, it would come off easily. Under it I wore nothing but tiny silver panties held up by bows at the sides, just big enough to cover my cunt-hair and pussy. I entered Studio Two, ready for the most important test in my life, with five minutes to spare. "You must be Kato-san," said the Director. "Good that you're here early, we need you for the set-up." On his instructions I stood in different positions while lights and cameras were moved around. There was nothing on the set except a low couch. "Now, listen carefully," he said. "I like to do screen-tests in one go. I think it's hardly fair on newcomers to ask them to keep stopping and starting. But it means you must remember the whole sequence and get it right first time. So pay attention. If there's anything you don't understand ask now, not during the shooting." I stood submissively before him. "The lighted area is the stage, of course. To start with, walk across and back a few times. Then do the same thing up and down the middle, away from the camera and towards it. That's just so we can get an idea of how you look walking from different angles. Then stop in the middle facing the camera and strip. You can take your time over that. Forget about the camera and imagine you're doing it for your lover. Then we'll want to see you fondle yourself, play with yourself, bring yourself to orgasm. Again, take your time. Use the couch if you like. The final part of the test is a fuck scene. Kunio-kun over there -" he indicated a stocky man in a towelling robe sitting just outside the lighted area "- will enter while you're having your orgasm. It might be good if you pretend not to notice him till he actually touches you. Struggle a bit but not too long. You screw on the couch. Fix the details between yourselves. Then finish. Got all that?" I said I had. "One final thing. Remember the company slogan: 'We Always Do It For Real'. No faking. When he enters you, he enters you fully. When you come, you come properly." I went over and introduced myself to Kunio, my partner, and we discussed what series of moves to make. I was a bit shy at first but he soon put me at my ease. "By the way, are you happy about arse-fucking?" he asked. Blushing, I admitted that I had never succeeded in allowing my anus to be properly penetrated. "Still a virgin on that side, are you? Well, that's a pleasure in store for some lucky man. Good thing you told me - I won't do more than feel you a little there." "Thank you." Matsumoto-san came over to wish me luck. There seemed to be a lot of people standing or sitting in the shadows outside the pool of light: I guessed many of the staff wanted to see the new girl show what she could do. I could see Mr Niijima's suit in the shadows and the glint of his glasses as he prepared to be shocked by my wanton depravity. I reminded myself that I was doing it for an audience of one, and that it wasn't him. "Quiet on set!" shouted the Director. "Music!" A record of throbbing, slowish disco music began to play. "Kato-san, when you're ready." [Next in Part 17: Chapter XII Continued] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams