WORK IN PROGRESS 00 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS BY BOB WILLIAMS ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, YUU AND RUMI PART 00 Contents Introduction I Noriko: The Special Case II Fujiko: The Shop Assistant III Fujiko: The Present IV Ayumi: The Trainee V Saeko: Perfect Harmony VI Mariko: The First Time VII Tama: The New Girl VIII Maiko: Tighter, Tighter! IX Shizue: The Joy Machine X Mie and Megumi: The First Date Cafe XI Ayako: Personal Best XII Shizue: The Willing Slave XIII Tomo: Shopping XIV Yuu: A Party Girl XV Rumi: The Public Performer XVI Rules for Girls Introduction Not long ago I had a strange experience. I was at a bar popular with foreigners here in Tokyo and was chatting with a fairly recent arrival. We talked, of course, about Japanese girls. And then I heard him refer to me, quite casually and naturally, as _sensei_ - teacher. Nothing wrong with that, you may think. A _sensei_ has an honoured position in a society preoccupied with status, not to mention age; and the word is used freely as a term of respect. But hearing this _gaijin_ call me by it made me see how time had passed. Only months ago, it seemed to me, I was like him: a recent arrival, beginning to realise that my "temporary" stay in Japan was likely to be a very long one, grappling with the language, and marvelling at the sexy beauty of Japanese girls. Like him I was young - well, fairly young - not too bad-looking and beginning to make enough money to afford pleasures as well as essentials. Girls came on dates with me because I was an exotic Westerner who could be shown off to friends. And now I am middle-aged, balding, nothing special to look at - and a _sensei_. Girls no longer come to me, I began to understand, because they find me sexually attractive and interesting company. They come, or are sent by studios and agencies, because I can teach them what they need to know: how to add to their sexual repertoire and acquire the special skills they will need for a successful career in the sex industry - or simply for a varied and satisfying private sex-life. I was brooding on this when another strange thing happened. It began normally enough. There was a ring at the door and there, once again, was a sweetly pretty girl, her lovely brown eyes gazing at me demurely but candidly, her outward innocence just masking the unfocussed sexuality boiling and bubbling feverishly inside her. As usual, she was there on the _shokai_ - introduction - of someone whose name meant nothing to me, and had come in the touching faith that this unprepossessing middle-aged foreign _sensei_ had the magical power to transform her from an inexperienced teenager to a poised sex-goddess able to inspire, and then play with, the lust of thousands. So of course I did my best for her; and before long she was delighting audiences with her sweetly eager nudity, and screaming in ecstasy as she was gently introduced to more sophisticated pleasures. Tentative offers came in from agents representing wealthy politicians and businessmen - tired of their sex-partners and in the market for a young replacement, whose fresh discovery of the delights of masochism would titillate their own refined tastes. One day, when I had been giving her a lesson in how to tease a roomful of men, and when to stop teasing them and surrender to their and her own lust, she started chattering about the number of girls who had learned these skills from me. I wasn't paying much attention, until suddenly the word "mother" made it into my consciousness. The little girl's name was a common one, and I had never bothered to confirm the _shokai_ she had mentioned on her first appearance. But could it be that I had taught sexual skills to her mother nearly twenty years previously - and that she, finding her daughter keen to follow her into the pleasures and rewards of a career (however brief) as a "sex idol", had sent her to me? There was only one way to find out, and the result was a new and pleasurable experience. Young girls are so easily available in Japan, and so delightful in their freshness and enthusiasm, that it is easy to overlook the pleasures on offer from older women. And, just as they say Frenchwomen don't get fat, Japanese women don't get old. I soon discovered that my little pupil's mother was now the bored wife of a middle-ranking "salaryman". And a meeting, on the excuse of discussing her daughter's progress, soon revealed that she was as attracted as ever by the skills we had practised together years ago - all the more so as it was so long since she had used them in the clubs and theatres where she had once been a popular attraction, or for that matter on the marital _futon_. My suggestion of a refresher course met only token resistance. Some very satisfactory encounters, plain vanilla in the bedroom to start with but soon leading to more refined pleasures in my specially equipped locked room, were followed by her sitting in on her daughter's lessons. And that, I need hardly tell you, resulted in some highly enjoyable joint sessions in which mother and daughter competed with enthusiasm to show me what they could do.[1] So what am I complaining about? Nothing, really - just the passage of time. If I am no longer every girl's dream it is better to be a respected _sensei_ than just another _gaijin_, scraping a living as a translator or "advisor" in some middle-level company, having to buy his pleasures by the quarter-hour in sleazy strip-joints and sex-cafes, and dreading the moment when his visa is not renewed and he must return to the unsatisfying pleasures on offer in Wisconsin or Nottingham. Meanwhile, I am still hard at work and my services as a _sensei_ are still in demand. I hope you will enjoy these descriptions of my and my pupils' recent experiences. - Bob Williams FOOTNOTE [1] Sometimes involving me, sometimes not. Lesbian contact is so common in Japan - and not seen as an exclusive lifestyle choice - that even mother-daughter encounters are fairly usual. But I am still enough of a Westerner to find the sight of an older but still desirable woman pleasuring her daughter, and the daughter's shy but increasingly confident response, delightfully depraved and arousing. As our three-way relationship developed, it was a special joy to watch the older woman introducing her daughter to the pleasures of her own youth, and reliving them through her daughter’s enjoyment. [Next in Part 01: Noriko: The Special Case] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams