ALL I EVER WANTED 16

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED
BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST

CHAPTER XVI

Paradise

I had heard rumours about the Paradise Club from some 
of the other girls I acted with, but none of us had 
ever been invited there. It was said to provide very 
special sex services for its members, who were all 
carefully selected from among the best-looking and 
most sexually active people in Tokyo, in an expensive 
and high-class ambiance. I was impressed that Bob had 
access to it. Was he a full member, or did they let 
him go there because of his valuable connection with 
American sex magazines? 

The taxi dropped the three of us outside an anonymous 
building in Toranomon, not far from Akasaka but an 
area better known for offices than for nightlife. 
There was a bank, closed and lights off for the night, 
on the ground floor. Bob unlocked a discreet side door 
and let us into a narrow entrance hall, a single 
elevator waiting for us at the far end. The elevator 
cage had no floor buttons or indicators, just a slot 
for Bob's personal key. As we travelled upwards I felt 
how exciting it was to be committed to an unknown 
sexual adventure from which there was now no escape. 
Looking at Sammy, I could see she felt the same. 

The elevator door opened and we entered a spacious and 
beautifully decorated reception area. Facing us was a 
small check-in counter with two girls behind it. As we 
approached, I could see that they were remarkably 
beautiful, their good looks enhanced by the 
transparent blouses in a sheer, silvery material they 
were both wearing, the nipples of their firm young 
breasts poking at the thin cloth as if trying to 
escape through it. The senior girl came out from 
behind the desk to greet us, her little waist and 
long, slim legs shown off to perfection by the tight 
silver miniskirt she wore as the rest of her 
receptionist's uniform and by her matching shoes. She 
balanced carefully on the extremely high heels as she 
walked, her pretty silver-painted toes peeping through 
the narrow straps. I could see that Sammy and I were 
likely to face some serious competition in this Club! 

Bob greeted the girl, not by bowing or shaking her 
hand, but by taking her in his arms and kissing her. 
She responded warmly. 

"Hello, Fujiko," he said, when they had finished. 
"Sorry to see you on desk duty. I was counting on 
having you again this evening. We had such fun 
together last time." 

She smiled with a charming blush. 

"Good evening, Mr Williams. Yes, I'm sorry too. But we 
all have to take our turn, however frustrating it is. 
I'll soon be finished here, anyway. I was planning on 
going home then, but since you're here ..." She smiled 
up at him coquettishly, then looked towards the other 
girl. "This is Shizue. Her membership has just been 
approved, and I'm teaching her all she needs to know. 
Come and meet Mr Williams, Shizue-san." 

Bob kissed the new girl lightly on the lips. "Welcome 
to the Club, Shizue-san. I'm sure we'll get to know 
each other well." 

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." 

The material of her pretty silver miniskirt glittered 
in the light as she gave him a little curtsey. 

"I've brought two guests tonight, Fujiko," he said. 
"They're new here." 

Fujiko turned to Sammy and me with welcoming smiles. 
"Why don't you just sign them in, Mr Williams," she 
said, "and then you can go on in while I look after 
them, and explain the rules of the Club?" 

"OK, that's great. Fujiko-san will take care of you 
both, and I'll see you on the other side in - what? 
Five or ten minutes?" 

Fujiko watched him as he entered our names in the 
guest-book; then he disappeared with a wave through a 
door to the right of the reception area, which Shizue 
opened for him by pressing a button under the desk. 

"This won't take long," said Fujiko, leading the way 
to a group of comfortable chairs arranged round a 
table, "but there are a few things I have to tell you 
before you go in." She sat down, her tight silver 
miniskirt crackling sexily and pulling even further up 
her thighs to reveal a glimpse of silver g-string 
underneath. She crossed her legs and swung a pretty 
sandaled foot as she talked. 

"I expect Mr Williams has told you something about the 
rules of the Club?" 

We both shook our heads. 

"Well, the aim of the Paradise Club is to provide its 
members with unlimited, high-quality sex. For us girls 
there are just two rules: total nudity and complete 
availability. Once we're through that door -" she 
gestured towards a door to the left of the reception 
desk, the opposite side from the one Bob had used 
"- no clothes allowed. And our mouths, our cunts, our 
arses - every bit of our bodies - are dedicated solely 
to the pleasure of our gentlemen members." 

I found this wonderfully exciting: the idea of being 
subjected to such strict sexual discipline thrilled 
me. Bob hadn't explained anything of this. Was he 
afraid I would have refused to come here if he had? He 
knew me better than that! Looking across at Sammy, her 
heart beating fast and short of breath as she gazed 
fascinated at Fujiko, I could see she was thinking the 
same thoughts as I was. How did a girl become a member 
of this Club, I wondered, as surely she did also. I 
guessed Fujiko could sense our arousal. 

"But to make it a bit easier for our guests who 
haven't been here before," she continued, "we don't 
insist on your being completely available the way I 
and the others must be. Unless of course you _choose_ 
to be," she added with an intimate little smile. 
"Shizue-san," she called to the other girl, "please 
bring me two wrist-bands." 

Shizue joined us, and bent over the low table, her 
erect nipples dragging against the transparent cloth 
of her silvery blouse. She laid two little strips of 
silky cloth neatly on the table in front of us, bowed 
low, and returned to the reception desk, her bottom 
moving deliciously under her tight miniskirt as she 
tripped neatly away on the tall, narrow heels strapped 
tightly to her little feet. Fujiko picked up the 
strips of cloth and showed us that they were green on 
one side and white on the other. 

"Now, as guests you are allowed to wear one of these 
on your left wrist. If you wear it with the white side 
showing, that means you are here only as a guest of 
one of our members, and don't wish to be approached by 
anyone else. Everyone will respect that. If you wear 
it the other way, with the green showing, that still 
means you are a guest, but that you don't mind being 
invited by other members to take part in sex. And so 
long as you show the green side, you maintain the 
right to refuse anything you don't fancy." 

"But suppose -" I had to clear my throat several times 
before I could speak clearly, I was so moved by what I 
had heard "- suppose I choose not to wear this at all. 
What happens then?" 

Sammy nodded vigorously and looked from me to Fujiko. 
She could hardly trust herself to speak but was as 
keen as I to know the answer. 

"Well, that means, of course," said Fujiko, "that 
you're willing to be taken by anyone, and to do 
anything he asks you, no matter how kinky and 
outrageous. With everyone watching. There's no privacy 
here, of course." She looked at our eager faces, and 
smiled: she could see that we were both willing, 
indeed desperate, to abandon the protection of the 
wrist-bands. "But seriously, I wouldn't recommend you 
to do that right from the start, not on your first 
visit. Take a look at the place first, and the people, 
and the things they do to each other. If you like what 
you see, and your host who brought you here doesn't 
mind, and you think you can live up to the Club's high 
standards, then of course you can choose to make 
yourselves fully available. I do, of course, all the 
time; and I love doing it. I don't mind telling you it 
was the happiest moment in my life when I was accepted 
as a girl member here. Shizue over there is just about 
to make her debut in the Club, and I know she's going 
to love it too." She looked across at the other girl, 
who smiled shyly. "I've been teaching her," she added 
tenderly. "But you should take your time." 

Reluctantly we accepted her advice without arguing 
further, privately promising ourselves to drop the 
beginner's wrist-band just as soon as we could, and 
there was no one around to stop us. 

"Now," she said briskly, "when you go through that 
door over there you'll find yourselves in a sort of 
anteroom. There are baskets to leave your clothes and 
belongings: don't worry, they'll be safe. You keep 
your shoes on, of course." She looked appreciatively 
at the sexy, stiletto-heeled footwear Matsumoto-san 
had selected for our evening at Wilhelmina's. "There 
is a dressing-table where you can check your 
appearance and make-up. When you're ready, you just 
press the button beside the door at the other end of 
the anteroom. Once you do that, there's no going back. 
They'll be waiting for you!" 

We looked at each other excitedly. 

"So, who's going first?" asked Fujiko with an 
understanding smile. 

There was a pause. 

"Megumi's had more experience of these places," said 
Sammy. It was nonsense, but never mind. 

"All right," I said. 

Shizue opened the door for me by pressing one of the 
buttons under the desk, and the lights came on 
automatically as I entered. The little anteroom was 
just as Fujiko had described it. There was a 
full-length mirror on the sliding door at the other 
end, and I examined myself critically as I peeled off 
my shiny white _bodikon_ dress. Wearing only my shoes 
now, I spent a few moments showing myself off and 
posing in the mirror. Then I put my dress, together 
with my handbag, in one of the baskets on the shelf to 
my right. On the left was the dressing-table: I sat 
before it, and touched up my make-up from the wide 
selection of materials laid out for me; I brushed my 
long hair and tossed it back over my shoulders so as 
to leave my breasts free and to feel its gentle, 
lightly arousing tickle on my shoulders and back. It 
always gives me a lovely feeling of being feminine and 
desirable. I couldn't resist decorating my erect 
nipples with a little touch of silver, glittery 
make-up from one of the pots on the dressing-table, 
matching the nail varnish I was already wearing. 

At last I reluctantly tied on the wristband with the 
white side showing - just to begin with, I promised 
myself - and stood up. I checked my appearance again 
in the long mirror, fluffed up the curls of my already 
damp pubic hair with one hand, and pressed the button. 
No going back now, Fujiko had said. The door slid open 
and then quickly closed again as I passed into the 
main room of the Club. It was only later, of course, 
that I was able to get a full impression of the place, 
but the room was large and elegant with many couches 
arranged for the use of members, some in the main area 
for those who completely disdained privacy, others in 
more discreet corners. I guess there were about fifty 
people there: the girls all naked of course apart from 
their high-heels, while a few of the men wore 
towelling robes. I was standing on a broad shallow 
step leading into the room, and those members nearest 
to me were turned to welcome me, smiling and 
applauding as if they had been expecting me. 

Bob was right at the front and in a moment I was in 
his arms. I had been wanting him ever since I had 
spotted him in the crowd at Wilhelmina's: feeling his 
naked body firm against mine I realised how furiously 
the lust had been building up in me during the past 
hour. For a moment I even forgot about Sammy. Then I 
realised the others around us were again looking 
towards the door from the anteroom: I could hear their 
appreciative comments on Sammy's beauty. I twisted 
round in Bob's arms so that my arse pressed against 
his erect cock and his hands could wander to my 
waiting breasts and pussy. 

To my surprise I found I could see Sammy under the 
bright lights of the little room: the mirror in the 
sliding door, I now realised, was one-way glass and, 
even if slightly dimly, gave a clear view of her as 
she examined herself. I wished they had told me: if I 
had known I was being watched I would have given them 
a much better show. Sammy obviously suspected nothing: 
she was running her hands up and down her body, trying 
to pull her little breasts even more firmly forward, 
stroking her stomach and arse, playing with the 
delicate golden fleece which partly concealed her 
pussy, even inserting a finger into her cunt and then 
licking it with obvious enjoyment. At last she did 
what I had done, adjusting her make-up before deciding 
to take the plunge. She pressed the door button and 
was welcomed by her enthusiastic audience. Soon Bob's 
arms were straining to hold two eager girls, both 
squealing and squirming with frustrated lust. 

The three of us had been waiting too long to delay any 
further. Bob took us straight to one of the couches in 
the middle of the big room and lay on his back, his 
legs dangling over the end, while other couples 
settled down around us petting each other as they 
prepared to enjoy our performance. Sammy and I fought 
for a while over his cock but soon I left her in 
possession for a while, kneeling on the carpet between 
his legs, blissfully taking his erection into her 
mouth. Instead I squatted over his face and soon felt 
his tongue skilfully probing my cunt, as his firm 
hands on my waist guided my hips into the right 
position. The pleasure he was giving me, and the 
delightful sight of Sammy ecstatically swallowing and 
sucking his cock, soon brought me to a first orgasm 
which partly made up for the evening's long 
frustration. I could feel Bob swallowing hard 
underneath me as I bathed his tongue and mouth with my 
juice. 

I decided it was time Sammy and I changed round, 
whether she liked it or not. I scrambled down off the 
couch and joined her on the carpet. Waiting for the 
moment when her mouth was on the up-stroke, I started 
licking Bob's cock on one side, pushing her out of the 
way till we were working together, sliding our tongues 
in unison up and down his glistening shaft while he 
groaned with pleasure. 

"Come here, one of you!" he called. 

"Go on, Sammy," I whispered, "your turn." 

Obediently she moved away and took up my earlier 
position, sitting over his face. I took his cock fully 
into my mouth, relishing the combination of his 
well-remembered smell and the fresh taste of Sammy's 
saliva. From my position I had a clear view up the 
length of his body to where Sammy's cunt rose and fell 
over his tongue, as his hands on her waist and 
grasping her thighs guided her movements. She was 
leaning back, her hands grabbing the top of the couch 
above his head, her body in a taut and graceful arc, 
her erect nipples pointing at the ceiling. 

My cunt, only partly satisfied by the probings of 
Bob's tongue, was demanding something more 
substantial. I pulled his cock from my mouth and, 
holding it in position with one hand, climbed onto the 
couch, squatted over him and fed his well-lubricated 
erection into my pussy. _That_ felt better! Slowly I 
rode him up and down, careful not to push either of us 
over the brink into the orgasm I knew was close. 

Suddenly Sammy changed position, pushing herself off 
the couch with her hands and leaning towards me, her 
arms now grasping my shoulders. As our faces met she 
gasped, "Oh, Megumi, it's true - fucking a man is _so_ 
much better than fucking a girl!" 

There was laughter and applause from some of our 
audience, but Sammy was too excited to notice. In her 
new position Bob could more easily get at her 
clitoris, from both inside and outside her cunt, and 
his skilful tongue was bringing her to the brink of 
climax. In our different ways he and I were close, 
too. I couldn't bear to wait any longer: I began to 
rise and fall along the full length of his cock, my 
orgasm only moments away. He knew he could hold back 
no longer either, and as his last gift to Sammy began 
tonguing her cunt and clitoris mercilessly. As the two 
of us clung together she was panting and screaming 
with the excitement of her climax, and I guess I must 
have been doing the same. Suddenly his hot cum burst 
along the length of his cock, bathing me with a 
pent-up wave of creamy fuck. The three of us were 
gasping with the thrill of it all, hearts pounding, 
our bodies flooded with sublime pleasure. 

Gradually the wave of ecstasy subsided, leaving behind 
a warm glow of satisfaction. Our audience, having 
applauded and congratulated us on the splendid show we 
had given them, began to drift away in search of other 
pleasures. For a while we sat together on the couch, 
Bob between us as we patted and stroked the splendid 
male body which had given us such pleasure. 

After a while Sammy wandered off and left us alone 
together. 

"Bob," I whispered, "there's something I'd like you to 
do for me this evening." 

"Sure, what is it?" he asked. "Want me to whip you? 
You always liked that." 

"And you liked doing it, didn't you?" I said, 
wheedling him. 

"Sure," he said again. "It's always fun when the girl 
enjoys it. They've got a really neat little 
torture-chamber here, with everything a girl could 
want. The girls' committee designed it, mostly. Like 
to see it?" 

It sounded a lovely idea, but that wasn't what I had 
meant to ask for. 

"Maybe later. But I want you to do something else for 
me first. Do you remember how lovely it was when you 
first fucked my arse?" 

"Yes, sure. It was on our first date, in my apartment 
in Akasaka, wasn't it? You want me to do that again? 
Just wait till I get my erection back." 

"Not me," I said, once again resisting temptation with 
difficulty, "her." 

"You mean, your little friend Sammy?" 

"She's never been taken in the arse. And I know she 
wants to be - we've talked about it often. She just 
hasn't met the right man yet. And I thought ... since 
you used to bugger me so nicely ... and she seems to 
like you ..." 

He looked tenderly at her across the room. 

"Of course, I'd love to teach her. But it may have to 
wait a bit. I think she's found something else she 
wants to do first." 

He was right. I could now see that Sammy was on her 
knees in one corner of the room, squatting on a pile 
of cushions to bring her to a convenient height for 
the man standing in front of her with his cock buried 
deep in her mouth. There was quite a crowd round her. 
We got up off the couch and joined them. Sammy was 
slurping noisily as her head moved to and fro, pulling 
the man's erection deep into her throat and releasing 
it again, her eyes half shut with pleasure. Looking at 
her hands resting on her thighs as she worked, I 
noticed - a nice touch - that she had turned her 
wrist-band so that the green showed. "Ready for sex, 
but at my choice," she was saying to them all. 

The man came Japanese-style, pulling out of her mouth 
at the last moment and squirting his cum over her. She 
lifted her pretty face to him, eyes closed and lips 
parted, receiving his cum like a flower welcoming the 
rain. When he had finished she smoothed it a little 
over her cheeks, then licked her fingers. Another man 
stepped forward to take his place. 

Again and again men entered her mouth; again and again 
she brought them to orgasm. She made no attempt to 
wipe away their cum. Even when a man came inside her 
mouth, because he chose to or was too excited to pull 
out in time, she swallowed only part of his cum, 
allowing the rest to dribble, mixed with saliva, from 
the corners of her mouth. Soon her face was just a 
translucent white mask of cum: there was so much of it 
that it began to drip slowly off her chin and spatter 
onto her breasts. Sometimes, as the men changed over, 
she dreamily smeared the thick mixture into her skin; 
but otherwise she let the spurts land and drip as they 
fell. She looked wonderfully sluttish and desirable 
like that: the light glistened on the drops and 
rivulets of cum, and the heady aroma of sex rose from 
her. The men were desperate for her, aroused so much 
that even when they had had her they quickly rejoined 
the queue to do it to her again. 

Suddenly I realised that Fujiko had joined us: naked 
now, and even more beautiful in her nudity than she 
had been in the pretty, sexy uniform she had worn in 
the reception area. She smiled at Bob. 

"Off duty at last, thank the Gods!" she said. "Have 
you been getting plenty while I wasn't here?" 

"Not bad," he replied. "Sammy and Megumi have been 
keeping me busy." 

"Let me know if you want me, won't you?" 

"Sure." 

She looked across at Sammy. "Looks like the Club has 
found a new talent." 

"Yes," I said. "They all seem to want to have a go at 
her." 

Bob moved away. He didn't join the queue of excited 
men, but it was obvious he was more interested in 
watching Sammy than in talking to us. Fujiko accepted 
the situation philosophically. 

"Well, nobody seems to want us," she said, "so let's 
sit over here and talk." 

"Tell me about this Club," I said, as soon as we were 
settled. "How does a girl become a member?" 

"Oh, that's a long story," she replied. 

"We've got plenty of time, I guess. Tell me. If you 
don't mind, that is." 

"Oh, I don't mind. There's nothing secret about it. 
The Club's been here a long time. In fact we own this 
building, and some others in the neighbourhood, so 
even in these times we can afford to do ourselves 
well. All included in the cost of the evening, you  
see." 

She waved her hand towards a well-stocked buffet table 
and bar at the other end of the room, which I had been 
too busy fucking - and watching Sammy sucking - to 
notice before. 

"But how does it work?" I asked eagerly. "I suppose I 
can't just come here and pay at the entrance - I have 
to be a member first?" 

"OK, there are two different systems for the girl 
members and the gentleman members. The men have a 
committee and that committee chooses the girls." 

"How?" 

"Well, you have to be recommended by another member. 
Then you appear before the men's committee and they 
interview you. And try you out." 

"You mean, they fuck you?" 

"Yes. And if there's a majority that liked you enough, 
they form a sub-committee of three to give you a real 
work-out and report back. Then, if everyone agrees, 
you become a full member of the Club, you are shown 
off to everyone in your debut, and then you have to be 
here a minimum number of hours a week. That's 
organised by the girls' committee." 

"And what do they do?" 

"Well, as I said, they arrange a roster so that there 
are always enough girls here whenever the Club is 
open. That can be a bit tricky, because many of us 
have other commitments. For example, Shizue - the new 
girl you met outside - works as an Office Lady in a 
big electronics company over in Shinagawa. Lots of the 
girls are Office Ladies in fact, and of course they 
can only be here after they finish work. And some are 
married, and can't stay too late as they have to be 
back before their husbands get home." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. I'm one of the married ones, in fact." 

"What does your husband think of you working here?" I 
asked, astonished. 

"Oh, he doesn't know!" she said with a laugh. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Oh yes. Quite sure. He hasn't taken any interest in 
me since soon after we came back from our honeymoon. 
So long as I'm there to welcome him home late at 
night, and see him off to the office first thing in 
the morning, that's enough for him. In fact I would 
normally be home by now, but he's working late at the 
office tonight. I'm just staying on to help Shizue 
with her debut." 

I glanced at her, thinking that remark didn't quite 
ring true. She blushed. 

"Yes, I know I told Mr Williams I'd stay on for him, 
but I was going to anyway. Shizue's a sweet girl with 
real talent, but she's still shy ..." 

I thought for a moment. I knew that "working late at 
the office" usually meant doing the rounds of bars and 
sex establishments with colleagues and customers. 

"What would you do if your husband walked in here one 
day?" 

"I've sometimes thought about that," Fujiko replied. 
"I don't think there's much risk of it. He's not a 
member here, of course, and only top management would 
get invited to somewhere as classy as this. But you 
know," she added with a sexy giggle, "if he _did_, I'm 
sure he just wouldn't recognise me." 

"Really?" I said again. 

"Oh, no. There are lots of stories about that: bored 
housewives working in sex clubs, or even just for the 
agencies which supply the pretty girls who pour drinks 
at big receptions. Finding themselves looking after 
their own husbands, I mean - and their husbands not 
even noticing." 

I thought about that for a moment. 

"Tell me something," I said suddenly. "Bob - Mr 
Williams, that is, told me you had a torture-chamber 
here." 

"Yes, that's right," said Fujiko. "Over there." She 
waved towards a discreet door in the far corner. "We 
call it the Inferno, of course," she added with a 
short laugh. "The Paradise Club, you see, and ..." 

"When we met outside," I said, "you told me the girls 
here had to do _everything_ the men wanted. For sex, I 
mean. Does that include ..." 

"No. That's the one exception. When a girl becomes a 
member, she has to specify whether she is willing to 
... to go in there. If she says she isn't, the 
gentlemen members are required to accept her decision. 
We recognise that not all girls like it." She shivered 
slightly. "I don't, for one." 

I looked at her sadly. 

"You're missing a lot," I said. 

"Yes, I know you think that," she said with a smile. 
"Don't worry, I know who you are. I've seen all your 
videos. They're lovely." 

"Thank you," I said, feeling myself blush foolishly. 

"I'm sure you adore the whip, and all the other things 
they use: it shows. And your studio has that ban on 
faking anything, doesn't it?" 

"'We Always Do It For Real'," I murmured. 

"That's right. Shizue loves your videos too. But she's 
really devoted to the whip - keeps on telling me what 
I'm missing. Once she's been inducted into the Club, 
she's planning on spending most of her time in there." 

She nodded again towards the door in the corner. I 
imagined the shy, sweet girl I had met outside, 
chained naked to the wall and screaming in her agony, 
imploring her lovers not to hurt her, knowing that 
would inspire them to whip her, cane her, harder and 
harder, hour after hour ... 

I returned to reality. "How do the men become 
members?" I asked. 

"Oh, we girls choose them," she explained, "just as 
they choose us." 

"How does that work?" 

"It's more or less the same except that the men don't 
have to fuck the whole committee. A girl can do that 
easily but you know how limited men are." 

I shook my head sadly. I knew. 

"But if the girls' committee like the look of a man, 
they appoint a sub-committee of three to try him out, 
just as the men do with us." 

"What does the sub-committee do?" 

"Oh, that's _great_ fun! The candidate takes us out to 
dinner somewhere so we can get to know him. Since it's 
outside the Club we wear clothes, and we always make 
sure we wear the sexiest outfits you can imagine. The 
rule is that he has twenty-four hours to satisfy all 
three of us - bring us to full orgasm - in each of our 
three holes. That means fucking nine times altogether, 
and doing it properly. So he has to prepare for it, 
building up an appetite for days in advance. And if we 
fancy him we do our best to help him, dressing up 
sexily for him as I said." 

"It sounds wonderful," I said wistfully. "And if he 
makes a good job of it, you recommend him to the full 
Committee?" 

"That's right." 

"Tell me," I said thoughtfully, "did Bob Williams make 
a good job of it?" 

"Oh, _yes_," Fujiko replied dreamily. "I was on his 
sub-committee. He fucked us all in fine style, and 
when he'd done his duty he said he thought he could 
manage one more fuck and would we please decide among 
ourselves which of our nine holes he was to use. 
Cheeky devil. But we got our own back on him." 

"How?" 

"Well, we said to the girls' Committee that we 
couldn't make our minds up whether he was good enough, 
and so they made him do it all over again two nights 
later. It was lovely. He could only just manage it - 
but in the end he did. Of course we helped him all we 
could, and now we say he's the only one of the 
gentlemen members who went the full eighteen holes." 

"And now he has to be here several evenings a week?" I 
asked. 

"Oh, no! That's only for us girls. The gentlemen 
members just come here when they feel like it. But 
they have to pay for it, of course." 

"How much?" 

"An entry fee, an annual subscription and a set charge 
every time they visit. But for that they get as much 
of everything as they like - there's no other charge." 

I was about to ask how I could apply for membership, 
but a couple of Fujiko's regular lovers appeared and 
claimed her. She ran happily off to be fucked, giving 
me a cheerful wave as she went, and leaving me alone. 
I looked round the big room. I knew it was conceited 
of me; but I felt as if I belonged there, among the 
beautiful naked girls and the handsome, well-cared-for 
men with their vigorous erections. Couples were making 
love so beautifully on the couches around me; some, in 
couples or small groups, were stroking and petting 
with delicate attention to each other's needs and 
pleasure. Pretty squeals and murmurs of delight 
reached me from all over the room. But there was no 
sense of urgency: lovers knew they had all the time 
they needed to bring their willing partners to the 
heights of ecstasy - just as we shall surely have when 
we attain the real Paradise. 

I was about to stand up and go over to see what was 
happening in the Inferno room. Surely in that part of 
this beautifully managed Club helplessly bound girls 
were being subjected to the most exquisite torture by 
partners who knew how to bring them gradually to 
timeless heights of delicious agony - another 
foretaste of the joys of eternity. Perhaps behind that 
door I could experience it myself? But before I could 
act on my impulse, Sammy suddenly joined me, sitting 
beside me on the couch with a deep sigh of 
contentment. She looked strangely beautiful, her face 
and breasts hardly visible beneath the thick uneven 
layers of translucent gobbets and rivulets of cum. I 
could feel myself becoming intoxicated by the perfume 
which surrounded her. Her lips and throat were coated 
so thickly she could hardly speak. 

"Oh, Megumi!" she said at last, "I've had such a 
_marvellous_ time!" 

"I saw," I said. 

"And please, will you come with me to the bathroom 
now, and help me clean myself up, I've got something 
wonderful to tell you!" 

"Let me guess," I said, my arm round her waist. "It 
has something to do with Bob?" 

"Yes! He's promised to teach me ..." 

"I thought he would." 


[Next in Part 17: Chapter XVII: Two Debutantes]


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