We Always Do It For Real 21

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL
BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 21

[CHAPTER XV CONTINUED]

At last I washed the cum off my face and body, and 
went home to see my mother. I had decided to tell her 
the name of the company I would be working for, that 
it was a film studio making specialised products, that 
I would be carrying out general duties at first with 
the possibility of some acting or modelling experience 
if I was lucky. She was so pleased for me that she did 
not ask any searching questions. One day I would have 
to be honest with her about my chosen profession. But 
that could wait. 

The next day I travelled again to Shibuya. In one of 
the shops near the station I bought a ready-made seal 
with my name on it. I had never needed one before and 
there was no time to have one engraved specially. 
Fortunately mine is a common surname, and there were 
plenty of "Kato" seals in the rack. I signed and 
sealed my contract on Reiko-san's desk in reception, 
and sent one copy up to Mr Niijima's office. In due 
course he rang to ask that I should report for work at 
0900 the following Monday. 

For the first few weeks at Marucho I was passed around 
from section to section of the company, learning what 
they all did. I helped out with odd jobs in the 
studios, fetching and carrying props, standing or 
lying in position on set while the lighting experts 
fussed around me. I got to know two of my colleagues 
as full-time members of the company, Midori and 
Noriko: they were nice, friendly girls and gave me a 
lot of advice, as well as making me laugh during our 
frequent lunches together in the little restaurants 
lining our busy street with their tales of life in the 
sex industry. I learnt more about Matsumoto-san's 
costume department, and watched the editing department 
at work. 

I even sat for a while in Mr Niijima's office, as he 
and his assistant planned the different versions of 
our products designed for different markets. I learnt 
that the "official" Japanese version had to be fairly 
tame, and watched as Mr Niijima negotiated with the 
fuddy-duddy censors frame by frame how much of the 
interesting bits of our videos had to be covered by a 
"mosaic" to obscure the detail we had tried so hard to 
show clearly. But then there were "unofficial" 
Japanese versions, and specially edited foreign ones: 
American customers liked plenty of cum shots while our 
German distributors insisted on lots of vigorous 
arse-fucking. I was not allowed to learn how all these 
uncensored versions were distributed and marketed, but 
Mr Niijima's assistant did mention that this part of 
the operation was much simpler now that video material 
could so easily be distributed in digital form, then 
reprocessed onto tape at any number of small copying 
plants. 

At last I had my first session in the studio. It was 
for a series of still shots which the company would 
place in magazines, trade catalogues and so on to draw 
attention to their new acquisition. They would also be 
posted on the Internet in the company's World Wide Web 
site, and offered free to others known to specialise 
in pictures of Asian girls. From there they would 
certainly be picked up by specialised services which 
constantly trawled the Net looking for pornographic 
material to add to their enormous subscription 
libraries. It made me tingle all over to think that 
nude images of me, alone or being fucked, were being 
transmitted throughout the world to delight countless 
people whom I would never know but who shared a taste 
for Asian beauty. I remembered how in my early 
masturbation fantasies I had excited myself by 
imagining that my provoking nudity was being admired 
through the mirror by unknown men as I wantonly 
displayed and stimulated my body for their pleasure. 
Now it was happening, and on a vast scale! I longed to 
be told that I was ready to make my first real fuck 
video. 

So I was disappointed when Mr Niijima summoned me and 
told me I was to be sent on an acting course for a few 
weeks at a college in another part of Tokyo. When I 
suggested that I was more than ready to start work, he 
reminded me that my contract committed me to undertake 
training as the company required. 

There were a dozen of us on the course: only two men, 
and I soon discovered that they were gay. There were 
young hopefuls, budding models, a few already working 
for film studios or theatre companies but improving 
their skills while waiting for parts - and one or two 
who were probably just there for fun and lack of 
anything else to do. I was rather resentful at being 
sent back to school, and felt I already knew 
everything the college had to teach from my 
experiences with Ken, from performing as a striptease 
artist and from hanging around the Marucho studios the 
past few weeks. I'm afraid I was a bit too pleased 
with myself at that time: I hope I am more modest and 
professional now. 

Mr Niijima had advised me not to tell my 
fellow-students where I was working and what sort of 
parts I would be playing - though the teachers knew, 
of course. But I was too full of myself and my success 
in getting my wonderful job to keep it quiet for long. 
Some of the other students were shocked and avoided 
me; but three girls who were hoping for modelling jobs 
one day found it exciting to meet a real-life sex-film 
actress and we became friends. 

My relationship with Ken had pretty well come to an 
end by then: not that we had formally broken it off, 
but he was studying hard for his final exams and I 
suspected he had found another girlfriend - less 
frighteningly independent and career-minded than I was 
becoming. And as I wasn't being fucked professionally 
before the cameras either, I was desperately eager for 
sex. Ever since I had met Ken I had hardly gone a day 
without being fucked at least once, and more recently 
of course I had been expertly stuffed several times a 
day in front of appreciative audiences in Asakusa. 

So my new friends and I took to spending our evenings 
when classes were over cruising the singles bars and 
discos, letting ourselves be picked up and taken off 
for an hour of blissful screwing in a love-hotel - 
sometimes, if we all fancied the same man, picking him 
up ourselves with an offer of group sex. I learnt a 
lot from the men I fucked on these occasions: the 
strange, different things they wanted, and how to make 
the most of our time together. They usually asked to 
meet me again, but I was very strict about these 
one-off encounters, sometimes even giving my lovers a 
false name and telephone number if they pressed me 
hard. I often used the number of one of the nearby 
"soaplands" - the ubiquitous Tokyo brothels disguised 
as bath-houses - and giggled with my new friends 
afterwards wondering what would happen when last 
night's fuck rang Yoko or Chizuko there hoping for 
more free samples. 

Of course I told my new friends about my experiences 
in the strip-clubs of Asakusa, and they were thrilled. 
They had read about such things, of course, and like 
most normal girls had fantasised about doing them, but 
no more than that. So at their urgent request I rang 
my old friend the manager, and arranged for the four 
of us to visit his club one evening. I gave my friends 
some lessons in how to strip prettily, and on the 
night of course we all dressed as sexily as possible. 

The manager had asked us to come to the stage door of 
his theatre, and we entered the auditorium discreetly 
while the house lights were down during another girl's 
act. Then of course "amateur night" was announced! We 
created quite a sensation when the lights went up and 
the audience saw us! We all got up on stage together 
with squeals of delight and mock protest, and helped 
each other undress. I must say I was proud of my 
friends: their stripping was beautiful and elegant, 
and once they were all nude they paraded provocatively 
up and down the catwalk, swaying in their high heels 
and showing themselves off charmingly. Then one of 
them and I invited members of the audience up on stage 
as usual, begging them to fuck us, while the other two 
performed some delightful lesbian sex. Of course by 
then we were all four tremendously excited by being 
nude in front of such an appreciative audience, and 
the "lesbians" soon discovered they really liked men 
too. It was a truly memorable evening. 

I had to confess to the manager that I was now under 
exclusive contract to Marucho; but my three friends 
were only too pleased to be offered regular work as a 
stripping and fucking triple act, moving from show to 
show every evening as I had done. I went to bed very 
happy that night, knowing that I had given my friends 
something wonderful, turning into reality what they 
had thought was an impossible dream. 

At last my course was over and I could return to the 
studio. I had learnt more than I gave the college 
credit for, and soon I was judged ready to make my 
first two 30-minute videos. These short films had 
virtually no plot - there was no time for such 
refinements - and needed very little acting ability 
anyway. The usual arrangement was to get a girl out of 
her clothes in some reasonably plausible way and into 
contact with two or three other people - men and girls 
- with whom she would perform as many different sex 
acts as could be fitted into the remaining time. As I 
was young and virginal-looking, both my videos centred 
on an inexperienced girl being introduced to the 
delights of sex and embracing them, first shyly and 
hesitantly, then eagerly. 

The directors and cameramen were very kind to me as a 
beginner and made sure that I was shown off to best 
advantage. I soon learnt from the other girls that it 
was essential to keep them on my side, and it always 
gave me pleasure to grant them free use of my body in 
whatever way they fancied when the work was over. Men 
who have been handling and photographing beautiful 
naked girls all day are pretty horny by the time they 
have finished work, and I began to look forward to 
their vigorous off-duty fucking as an agreeable 
conclusion to the day. After which there was always 
Matsumoto-san waiting with tea and eager curiosity. 

I was quite pleased with my first two videos, and 
enjoyed making them enormously. The company's policy 
of honest realism meant of course that I held nothing 
back in my fucking and came enthusiastically in every 
scene. I even enjoyed the scenes of two girls 
together: I wasn't finding lesbian tendencies in 
myself, but I was soon giving as much as I received, 
happily slurping up Midori's or Noriko's tasty 
cunt-juice as they did the same for me. As I hardened 
my tongue to a point and eagerly rimmed their pretty 
little arses - Noriko's tight, firm rosebud was a 
sweet pink while Midori's was browner and a bit looser 
from having been buggered so often - I began to 
understand why men were so desperate to get their 
cocks into mine. I wished there was some way I could 
experience this supreme sex act the way men did. 

In between all this work, I was sent with my two 
colleagues to several private sex parties, one of them 
at Roido-san's house. Reiko the receptionist often 
joined us on these occasions: she had no desire to act 
but enjoyed fucking, and as she had an attractive body 
and a taste for uncomplicated, anonymous sex our hosts 
were always glad to have her along as an extra 
performer. I did my three friends from the acting 
course another good turn by suggesting them as guests 
at these parties. They understood at once what they 
were invited for and got onto many guest-lists: they 
usually had to arrive late, of course, having just 
finished work at their various strip-clubs, but lost 
no time enthusiastically dropping their clothes and 
offering their sweet naked bodies shamelessly to the 
other guests, first come first served. 

I was very happy in my work. My two videos were 
released and did quite well in both sales and rentals. 
My still photos appeared in magazines and I posed for 
some more. I began to get some fan-mail, and even had 
a proposal of marriage. There was only one cloud on 
the horizon: a condition of being employed in this 
wonderful job was that I offered a specialism in my 
introductory video. I had put myself forward as a 
specialist in being whipped. Of course I had enjoyed 
the whippings Ken had given me as we worked together 
on my video, but it was a long while since then and I 
was afraid that under proper studio conditions I could 
no longer perform as the company would expect. I might 
be shown up as a fraud. 

Then I was warned that my next video would indeed 
include a flagellation scene. I was very nervous as I 
stood on set for the director's briefing, squeezed 
into a pretty bondage corset in gleaming black which 
constricted my waist cruelly and left my breasts and 
arse free for the attentions of the whip. My old 
partner Kunio was to be the evil sadist, I of course 
was the innocent virgin destined to find bliss under 
his cruel lash, and my friends Noriko and Midori were 
his wicked acolytes. 

The take began and the two girls bound me tightly 
between two posts as I struggled realistically. I felt 
more nervous than ever as they gagged me: I was quite 
unable to give myself the sexual stimulus I knew had 
to precede the pleasurable enjoyment of pain. The 
whipping began. The agony of each stroke was terrible 
as Kunio lashed me harder and harder, and I groaned 
under my gag trying desperately to wriggle my tightly 
bound body away from the unendurable torture which 
stubbornly refused to turn into the exquisite pleasure 
it was meant to be. It was only when Kunio, as part of 
the plot, removed my gag that the director realised 
something was wrong. I was supposed to confess to the 
pleasure I was feeling and beg him to increase my 
delicious torment, to whip my eager, quivering body 
harder than ever. Instead I burst into sobs of real 
pain. 

The director called "Cut!" and when I had recovered 
myself took me over to a quiet corner of the studio 
for a private chat. When he realised what was wrong, 
he set himself to pleasure me gently, slowly, over 
many long minutes till he had brought me close to the 
point of climax. Then, when I ran happily back onto 
the set, the delightful torture of the whip soon 
granted me, to my huge relief, a prolonged orgasm and 
my pleas to Kunio to be merciless in his sadistic 
treatment of me came from the heart. 


[Next in Part 22: Chapter XVI: Mr Otani Again]

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