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]

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