We Always Do It For Real 28 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 28 [CHAPTER XVIII CONTINUED] "I'm sorry we didn't do all the things you planned," I said to my host as we finally prepared to leave. "Never mind, Megumi, it usually seems to happen like that. So long as you had a good time ..." "You should be a Director at Marucho," I suggested. "Then we would all have to do _exactly_ what you say." "You know, that's not a bad idea!" he replied, and then turned to say his farewells to Mr Horrigan while Jo-Anne, the Filipina maid not at present engaged with Sanae, helped me into my dress. Outside the May evening was warm and muggy, and I was glad to be wearing very little. I had not bothered to attach the little chain to my golden collar, and in the car the upper part of my dress slid off my shoulder and down my arm leaving me naked above the waist, but I let it alone. It felt nice, reminding me of that exhilarating moment on stage when I start to strip for my audience. Mr Horrigan kindly drove me all the way to my apartment block in an unfashionable part of Tokyo, rather than leaving me to chance my luck with the late-night taxis. "Thank you, Megumi, that was a heavenly evening," he said when we at last arrived. "I enjoyed it too," I said. "Wouldn't you like to have me just once more before you go? There's plenty of room in this car and the feel of the leather excites me." "Oh, Megumi, I'd love to but I'm _drained_!" "Never mind. Don't forget me. Let me know if you come to Tokyo again." He helped me out of the car, and held me tightly as we kissed goodbye. At the last minute I remembered to grab my jacket from the back seat. He stood and watched me as I ran up the steps to the block's front door; then I heard the powerful car move smoothly away. I slept late the following day, and when I awoke lay for a while stretching my naked body between the smooth sheets and remembering. Then I forced myself out of bed, reminding myself that I had to be at the studio later in the morning for the filming of another scene. After breakfast I smoothed and folded my beautiful dress from the night before, ready for return to the costume department. It was lying on the chair where I had left it together with my jacket. When I shook out the jacket to hang it in my own closet, I noticed something in the shallow pocket. This time the business card presented itself with the English side uppermost. Les Birch, it said. It took me totally by surprise. I felt as if my heart had suddenly skipped a beat, and a wave of lust flooded through me. The one thing missing from the previous evening had been whips and canes for use on those who took delight in them; I had never been flogged with the birch but I had read about it and dreamed of it. Such delicious instruments of torture and punishment were so important to my sexual life that seeing the word suddenly was like unexpectedly hearing a lover's name mentioned. I remembered now that during the night I had dreamt of being exquisitely caned as I had not been at Roido-san's party. I sat down for a while and thought. I remembered the man who owned that name; how handsome, how discreet and yet how masterful he had been. He had made it plain he wanted to see me again. He must have discovered by now what his name suggested to Japanese girls who had acquired a certain taste or dreamed of doing so ... Well, why not? It was worth a try. I could feel my bottom tingling with excitement. I looked at the clock. His office would have been open for an hour at least, and I had time before I was due at the studio. I picked up the phone. When I got through to his department a girl answered, and I heard her call across the room in Japanese, "Baachi-san! Will you speak to a Miss Megumi Kato?" I could just hear him grunt in a suitably non-committal Japanese way, then it was his voice on the phone. He did not pretend not to know who I was. "Good morning! How did you enjoy your evening with the fortunate Mr Horrigan?" "It was very nice, thank you," I replied primly. "How was your evening?" "Not as nice as his, I think. Do you often go to the New Otani Hotel?" "Well, yes, sometimes. In fact I may be there again this evening." "That's a remarkable coincidence. I shall be there on business this evening myself. Do you think ... if Mr Horrigan ..." "Mr Horrigan has gone home to Australia," I interrupted hurriedly. "Oh, good. Then if we both happen to be there at seven o'clock we might be able to get to know each other better." "Yes, that would be nice." There was a little pause. I couldn't think how to introduce the one subject I most wanted to discuss. I heard him begin to say "Well, then" - in a moment he would hang up. "You do have a strange name," I said quickly. "Yes, you said that last night. But I don't know what I can do about it now after all these years." "I meant your surname," I said, "not just your personal name." There was another pause. This time it was his turn to wonder what to say. "Of course we say _kaba-no-ki_ in Japanese," I went on. "But that's only when it's a tree. If we say _baachi_ we usually mean a rod from the tree. Or a bundle of rods. You know, the sort of thing people once used to punish naughty children ..." "That sounds rather cruel," he said at last. "Interesting, though." "Do you have many relations here?" I asked. "You know, birches ... Will you introduce them to me if we meet this evening?" "Yes," he said slowly, "I think I could arrange to do that. And some of their cousins, too - you know, closely related but with different names." "Thank you," I said softly, "I'm really looking forward to it." "So am I. Now that I know you'd like to meet them." "Oh, I _would_," I breathed softly. "Then you shall. As many of them as you wish. We have the whole evening. No one will disturb us." "I am so looking forward to it," I said. "Do you want me to bring anything?" "No, I think I have everything we shall need." "I'm so sorry to have bothered you at work," I said formally. "It was very, _very_ naughty of me. You must promise to be very, _very_ severe with me when I'm naughty." I hung up without waiting for a reply. I did a silly little dance of pure happiness round the room, then began to prepare for the studio. It was early yet for my appointment with the camera, but I had to return my dress and give Matsumoto-san my account of everything that had been done to me the previous evening. Most important of all, I needed to discuss with her what I should wear for the evening. I imagined myself in a little topless mini-dress like Kazuko Lloyd had worn; in leather, perhaps, _very_ short and stretched deliciously tight round my bottom - _white_ leather, yes, to suggest innocence and inexperience - until the moment came to offer myself, naked and defenceless, to the cruel relations of Mr Les Birch. What had I done to deserve such happiness? CHAPTER XIX Megumi Attends a Wedding The biggest event in the six months or so I have been working for Marucho was the wedding of Miss Mie Takahashi. I have told you that she was my idol, the actress whose performances convinced me that I had a vocation to act in high-quality sex videos. I was very disappointed to hear from Matsumoto-san, when I arrived at the studio on my eighteenth birthday, that she was leaving the company just as I joined it. Her combination of beauty and unrestrained sensuality had made her enormously popular, and throughout her acting career she had received a string of proposals of marriage from optimistic fans, and offers of establishment as an exclusive mistress from wealthier and more realistic admirers. So far she had rejected them all, preferring a series of casual relationships with temporary lovers - both male and female, for Miss Takahashi was bisexual - but she had at last found a man she wanted to marry and had decided to abandon her successful career for his sake. The man of her choice was an Englishman, a Mr Alan Buller - another of those impossible Western names, which became Aran Bururaa in Japanese. He had met her a year ago in a Tokyo nightclub, had been overwhelmed, as everybody was, by her beauty and charm, and had been pursuing her ever since. He was old enough to be her father - indeed had two daughters of about her age at home in England - and had for years represented a big foreign company in Japan. At last he had made enough money to retire, and would soon be returning to live in his beautiful house in the English countryside. I had seen photos of the house and its grounds, and I am sure it was the prospect of living there, as much as anything else, that decided Miss Takahashi to accept his offer at last. I could understand why he wanted her. Everyone did: even I, who am not lesbian or even really bisexual, had accepted with delight Miss Takahashi's occasional invitations to me to share her bed and enjoy her beautiful body. But she seemed to have everything she wanted already: celebrity, admiration, offers of money if she wanted it, endless sex. She was one of the very few actresses in our field who were accepted by the "straight" film world. Her most recent videos had been reviewed as if they were cinematic works of art, and she was invited to award ceremonies and premieres. She had all that; and yet for some reason she felt she also had to have an attentive, father-figure husband with a beautiful house in a cold, distant country. I wondered how the two of them would manage. Being one quarter Spanish (or was it Italian?) Miss Takahashi had been raised as a Catholic Christian, and used to go occasionally to the Dominican Monastery not far from Marucho's studio in Shibuya, on the other side of the main road, to do whatever it is Catholic Christians do. As I had always been told Christians weren't supposed to like sex, I wondered how she could be a Christian and a fuck-film actress at the same time.[11] But of course I could not ask her. Mr Buller was presumably a different sort of Christian, being English. Then I wondered what his family would think of her, or his friends and neighbours in his cold, wet country. Would they admire her exotic beauty as we did, and envy her complex and active sex life? Still, they were getting married. The wedding ceremony itself was to be at the Dominican Monastery but Mr Nagao had promised to give the couple a big send-off that evening at the studio. Matsumoto-san had told us that Miss Takahashi had made her husband-to-be promise that they would both abstain from all sex for three weeks before the wedding. I did not know what to make of this. Was it some peculiar Christian belief? Or was she just trying to ensure that the wedding night and honeymoon were truly memorable for non-stop fucking? And was it physically _possible_ to give up sex for three whole weeks?[12] Preparations for the party had been going on for ages. The plan was to invite exactly twenty-four male guests: business friends of Mr Buller's, former lovers and partners of Miss Takahashi, important contacts of the company. Twenty-four girls would entertain them: Midori, Noriko and I of course, and many of the part-timers who appeared in our videos. Reiko the receptionist volunteered: as I have mentioned, she had no interest in appearing before the cameras but enjoyed group sex. I was still in touch with my three friends from my acting course who, inspired by me, were trying to start careers in the sex business: I did them a good turn by suggesting them to Mr Nagao. I even thought of Kimiko, Ken's sister, whose sexuality had been blossoming nicely during our final semester at school together, but decided she might not be ready for whatever Mr Nagao, Matsumoto-san and the others were planning for us. We girls were to wear only white satin g-string panties, all exactly the same except that our names were embroidered on the inside (I'll explain why in a minute), and matching long, white satin evening gloves. We were also issued with some special costume jewellery: we each had an elaborate necklace and earrings, and bracelets to wear over our long white gloves, all covered in imitation diamonds to sparkle as they caught the light. There were matching decorations on our otherwise transparent high-heeled shoes. These shoes had in fact been specially designed and ordered by Matsumoto-san's department. The slim heels were between thirteen and fourteen centimetres high - slightly different left and right, as usual with Matsumoto-san's creations, making us all wiggle agreeably as we walked - and the soles were nicely shaped to follow the pretty curves of our feet. We had all been issued with our shoes a week before the party and instructed to practice walking sexily in the unusually high heels. I put my long hair up for the occasion, and as I examined myself in the big mirrors of the costume department I was very pleased with the effect. I tried to see myself through the eyes of the twenty-four male guests expected that evening. My breasts were not big but were firm and pointed the way men like; my tummy was flat and trim and my waist was slender; my legs looked shapely with my thighs and calves pulled elegantly taut by the unusually high heels I was wearing and my feet forced into a sexy tiptoe stance. And the tiny white satin triangle between my thighs, exactly matching - and for the moment covering - the little triangle of neatly trimmed black curls pointed downwards as a provoking little hint to my lovers of where I most wanted their hands, mouths and cocks to explore me. The panties wouldn't stay on long - I knew that much about what was planned for the evening! - and then I would be fully nude the way I longed to be. Oh, how I adore being nude in public![13] and how I loved the way my nudity was tonight deliciously but discreetly emphasised by the jewellery and gloves. I was eighteen and a half: in the last six months I had been happier and more fulfilled than I had ever dreamt was possible when I was still lost in schoolgirl fantasies. FOOTNOTES [11] I _still_ don't know, even now I have come to live partly in the West myself. In those days I had only a slight conception of how complicated Christians make things for themselves. For us it is so much simpler. The Lord Buddha's compassion is infinite; and the Gods of Japan look on us with kindness and want to know only if we are doing our best! It doesn't matter to them what my job is: if I do it with all my heart and with complete sincerity, then they are happy for me - not because they demand it, but because they know it makes me happy to do my job well. I can never understand a religion whose Gods are concerned only with what you may or may not eat and wear, and which bits of your anatomy should be snipped off! Surely they have more important things to think about? [12] Well, yes, it can be fun to do without sex for a while in order to build up an appetite, when one knows the appetite will then be satisfied. I have sometimes denied myself sex - not even stroking myself in bed - for two or even three days and nights in preparation for a big date with my beloved Mr Otani. Then those first climaxes make up for everything! But _three weeks_? Impossible! [13] Yes, I know I keep on saying that - but it's true! And I've never yet met a man who wasn't delighted when I told him! Of course men like looking at pretty nude girls, but I think they enjoy it all the more when they know the girls genuinely want to be nude for them and are aroused by their own nudity just as much as men are by looking at them. [Next in Part 29: Chapter XIX continued] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams