WORK IN PROGRESS 15

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 15

CHAPTER XV 

The Public Performer

     Just because a girl can be trained to be a good 
     fuck doesn't mean that she will be a good 
     performer in sex-shows or porn videos. Most girls 
     are very stimulated by the idea of doing the 
     things they love most while an audience cheers 
     them on or cameras scrutinise them, but it 
     requires a particular temperament to perform well 
     and naturally. That is something that little Rumi 
     had all right. 

"Of course I'll take it off for you!" said Rumi. "But 
slowly, yes? You like to be teased a bit, don't you? I 
know _I_ do!" 

The party had been a great success so far. I had 
brought Megumi Kato as my date - her husband was on 
one of his business trips to the States. We were old 
friends and it was always understood between us that, 
much as we enjoyed fucking together, at sex-parties we 
were both free to do what we liked with whomever we 
fancied. And the party had hardly got into its stride 
when I asked her to excuse me and went over to chat up 
Rumi. 

Rumi was a perfect fantasy of young Japanese 
sexuality. She was wearing a lovely little gold bikini 
coyly hiding her pretty breasts and crotch, and held 
together behind with gold strings so narrow as to be 
almost invisible against her golden skin. The apparent 
nudity of her back view was charming, and from the 
front three little glittering triangles emphasised the 
perfection of her figure. On her feet she had 
delightfully provocative gold sandals with very high 
heels, held on by long thongs wound round her ankles 
and a little way up her calves, hinting at a taste for 
the sweetness of bondage. The picture was completed by 
the prettiest face imaginable, with unusually big eyes 
for a Japanese girl, a cute little nose and a mouth 
made for kissing - and more. She had already attracted 
plenty of attention, but she had been looking across 
at Megumi and me, smiling and making little "I want to 
be touched" gestures by fiddling with her long hair 
and resting her cheek on her raised shoulder. I was 
not so conceited as to think she had immediately 
chosen me as her first partner of the evening: the 
attraction was probably Megumi. Well, nothing wrong 
with that: a sweet Japanese girl who recognises and 
admires one of Japan's leading porn actresses is the 
sort of sweet Japanese girl I like. She and I 
obviously have tastes in common, I thought. 

So, as I say, I had introduced myself and, for the 
moment, cut her out from the others who were taking an 
interest in her. Well, they could have their turn 
later. There was music playing and a sort of 
dance-floor in the middle of the room illuminated 
brightly by coloured spots. She was willing enough to 
dance - though dancing wasn't really the word for it: 
the floor was an opportunity for guests to fondle and 
explore each other. Which is what I had been doing to 
Rumi. She wasn't doing much to me in return, but she 
was encouraging me in what I was doing to her. For the 
moment I was well satisfied. 

She now had her back to me and was moaning slightly as 
I explored her breasts and crotch through the shining 
gold cloth of her bikini. I had just suggested that it 
would be nice for us both if she took the bikini off. 
Which she was willing to do, but only slowly and 
teasingly. 

"Yes, I like being teased by girls," I replied, "so 
long as it doesn't go on too long." 

She giggled. 

"It won't," she said. "I don't want to be teased ... 
tease myself ... for too long either." 

This sounded interesting. 

"What do you mean by teasing yourself?" I asked. 

"Well," she said, leaning her head against my left 
shoulder and looking up at me, "I just _love_ being 
nude where everyone can watch me. But I love it even 
more if I make myself wait a bit. You know? Men like 
being made to wait a bit, don't they? So I make them 
wait ... a bit ... and make myself wait too. It's _so_ 
nice, and makes it even nicer when I can't wait any 
longer!" 

"When did you first go nude for an audience?" I asked. 

"Oh, well, I suppose when I started going to parties 
like this. A couple of years ago. That was fun! I can 
still remember the first time I was nude at a party. 
It made me tingle all over with excitement. But then 
..." 

"Yes?" 

"One evening I went with some girl-friends to a 
strip-club. Just as a dare. And ..." 

"You were invited up on stage." 

"That's right! How did you know? The others were shy, 
but I volunteered. It was _so_ lovely! Much, much 
nicer than just doing it for friends at a party. Up on 
a proper stage, under the lights, with all those 
wonderful men watching me and wanting me. It was 
_thrilling_!" 

She paused. I could feel her heart beating fast. She 
turned to face me, and her quick breathing tickled my 
chest. She tossed her hair back, then looked up, 
blushing prettily. 

"I can't wait any longer. I _can't_. Take my bra off 
for me!" 

I quickly pulled apart the little bows round her back 
and behind her neck. She wriggled round in my arms 
again and I caught the two little scraps of gold cloth 
as they fell, tossing the bikini top into a corner of 
the room. A girl attending a sex-party hardly expected 
to take her underwear away with her. Or any of her 
clothes, in the case of Rumi, since she was wearing 
nothing else. 

Her breasts were delightfully firm, the small hard 
nipples pressing against my fingers as I fondled and 
squeezed them. 

"Oh, that's lovely!" she said. "Are people watching?" 

We were standing in the middle of the dance-floor, 
under the full blaze of the spots. People were watching 
all right. 

"Of course," she said, "I soon found out that there's 
one thing even more wonderful than being nude in front 
of an audience." 

"And that is?" 

She giggled delightfully. 

"Silly! Being fucked in front of an audience of 
course! I didn't know, when I went up on that stage, 
that getting nude was just the start of the show. The 
main part was fucking men who came up to join me. That 
was fantastic! I just couldn't get enough of it - I 
still can't." 

"So now you go to strip-clubs a lot?" 

"Of course! Whenever I can! Now I know how wonderful 
it is I just can't stop. Of course, parties like this 
are lovely, too," she added hurriedly, "and being here 
with you, and being nude for you to enjoy, and being 
fucked by you. You _are_ going to fuck me, aren't 
you?" she asked anxiously. 

"Sure." 

"Oh, good! But the men who fuck me at strip-clubs are 
real connoisseurs, you see. I'm so flattered that they 
want to have me, when they must have had hundreds of 
more experienced and skilful girls ... thousands! And 
of course I learn so much from being fucked by real 
experts." 

"That's nice for you." 

"I never want it to stop! Do you know what I dream of, 
most nights, in bed? Lying there naked, wanting the 
dream to come again?" 

"Do you always sleep nude?" 

"Of course! It feels so nice ... but don't you want to 
hear my dream?" 

I could guess what it was, but I asked her to tell me 
all the same. 

"I am taken by magic to a place where I am always 
required to be nude - except for pretty shoes and a 
little jewellery - and some strange alien being with 
hundreds of, you know, _tentacles_ holds me so I can't 
escape and fucks me _everywhere_ for ever and ever and 
ever without stopping once! Oh, I love it!"[28] 

My left hand was still stroking and petting her left 
breast, but the right was moving down to her crotch. 
On the way down my little finger visited her tiny 
navel, probing and tickling it. 

"Ooh, that's nice!" 

"No navel-stud yet?" I asked, knowing the answer. 

"No. Not yet. I'd like to have it done - it looks so 
pretty on other girls. Do men like a girl to be 
pierced like that?" 

"Yes. Men like it. And in other places too." 

My right hand was now on her crotch, stroking her 
pussy through the tiny bikini panties, sometimes 
playing with the little bows on her hips, threatening 
to pull them open. 

"Oh, I can't wait any longer!" she cried suddenly. "I 
can't bear any more teasing. I _must_ be nude for you 
- and for all the others!" 

She pulled away from me before I could react, and 
stood in the middle of the floor under the lights. Her 
hands pulled the little bows apart, as they had done 
so often in delighted response to the demands of 
strip-club audiences: for a moment she held the little 
golden triangle coquettishly in front of her pussy, 
then she raised it, swung it round a few times and 
threw it away. 

The other guests applauded and cheered as she posed 
elegantly for them. Flashes flickered over her as they 
photographed her so they could enjoy her again later - 
images which would of course be posted tomorrow on the 
internet so that beauty-lovers all over the world 
could drool and masturbate over her. For a short while 
she would be one of the world's most sexually desired 
girls, her nude beauty conjuring up oceans of cum. Did 
she know she had this power over so many men? Her 
ecstatic face showed clearly that she did. 

She span round two-and-a-half times on her heels like 
a dancer and snuggled into my arms again, her bottom 
wriggling sensuously against the obvious bulge in my 
trousers and my hands stroking her nakedness. Her 
nudity was still being bathed in flashes. My fingers 
in her crotch discovered an intriguing bareness: no 
sign even of the wisp of curly hair I was expecting. 
Was she naturally hairless or had she shaved? If the 
latter, she had done it well: there was no trace of 
any stubble or roughness. I swung her up in my arms 
and carried her to an armchair which stood beside the 
dance-floor. I placed her low down in the cushions and 
at once knelt between her thighs, examining my new 
discovery. 

"No hair at all?" I asked, looking up at last. 

"No." She giggled naughtily. "But don't worry. I'm old 
enough to be fucked - _just_!" 

I stood up, only long enough to kick off my trousers; 
then knelt again, burying my face in her crotch. She 
wriggled and squealed with joy as the tip of my tongue 
tormented her tiny clitoris, my mouth clamped over her 
pussy as she poured out spasm after spasm of the 
thickest and most delicious nectar I had ever tasted. 
My hands held her firmly by the waist; then I threw 
her legs over my shoulders and felt her cross and lock 
them behind my neck to hold me prisoner. _That_ was a 
trick she had learned at her strip-clubs, I thought! 
As I licked and sucked, almost turning her cunt 
inside-out in my lust, a corner of my mind was 
thanking whichever of the Gods of Japan looked after 
my interests for giving me this perfection. Searching 
for it was what kept me here: a girl who was both 
aesthetically satisfying in her nude loveliness and a 
beautifully trained little fuck. 

My hearing was muffled by her thighs locked so tightly 
round me but I could make out her screams of lust 
against a confused background of laughter and applause 
from all around us. I felt her body stiffen and spasm 
as she achieved her first orgasm; then she relaxed and 
I was able to pull away. 

"Oh, thank you, _thank you_!" she said as I came up 
for air. "That was _so_ wonderful!" Suddenly she sat 
up in the chair. "But I haven't given you anything!" 

"Yes you have. The most delicious pussy-juice I've 
ever tasted. And so much!" 

She giggled. 

"Now you must give me your juice. I _love_ drinking 
cum!" 

I stood and offered my erection to her lips. She took 
it in her hands and kissed the tip lovingly. 

"No, not here," she then said. "Let's lie down." 

So we moved to one of the mattresses laid out on the 
floor. I lay on my back and Rumi knelt beside me, 
stroking my cock delightfully. Then, smiling 
naughtily, she squatted over me and began to impale 
her soaking cunt on my erection. Of course I have been 
a happy guest in many young girls' pussies, but I 
cannot remember one which was so wonderfully tight and 
with such deliciously rippling muscles. Having eased 
me into her, with agonising slowness, right up to the 
hilt, she then began to rise and fall over me. If this 
goes on much longer, I thought, I won't be able to 
hold back long enough to save my cum for her mouth. 
But she spared me that subjection, and after about 
twenty long-drawn-out strokes she pulled her pussy off 
me. She switched round and sat on my face. At once my 
hands were round her waist, controlling her movement 
as I again luxuriated in her delicious, dripping cunt. 
At first she rode me triumphantly, waving her arms in 
the air; then she leant forward, stroked my cock and 
started licking it prettily. At last I felt it pulled 
fully into her mouth. It was indeed a mouth designed 
for more than just kissing. Soon I was beyond 
self-control, the cum bursting up from my balls into 
her throat. 

"Oh, that was _so_ nice!" said Rumi. "You _will_ do it 
to me again, won't you?" 

She was lying snuggled up against me now, her voice 
still sticky. Suddenly she started scrambling to her 
feet, and I became aware of a figure standing beside 
our mattress. It was Megumi. I stood up too, and 
introduced Rumi: she was gazing at Megumi with 
adoration. 

"But you are Megumi Kato!" she said. "I absolutely 
_love_ your videos!" 

"Oh, have you seen them?" asked Megumi with casual 
grace born of long experience with worshipping fans. 

"Yes! Yes! I've seen lots of porn videos, but yours 
are the best. I've learnt so much from watching you." 

I was looking at Megumi with some surprise. She was 
still wearing the shiny black corset she had chosen as 
her costume for the party, but she had strapped a huge 
artificial cock to her crotch. It was shiny black like 
her corset, and decorated with rings of metal studs. 
Little Rumi followed my gaze and saw it too, letting 
out a gasp of delighted astonishment. 

"Ooh, how beautiful! May I touch it?" 

I had first met Megumi when she was nineteen and just 
beginning on the career which had taken her to the 
heights of the Japanese porn industry. At that time 
her basic orientation was certainly heterosexual, 
though with that little touch of lesbianism which most 
sexually aware Japanese girls have and which is part 
of their charm. Then she had become the willing slave 
of the half-Japanese, half-American Mr Otani to whom 
she was now married. In the process she and Samantha, 
known as Sammy, his sexy blonde daughter by an 
American girl, had become intimate friends and often 
shared a bed - and a whip. (Sometimes they invited me 
to participate, and the combinations became 
delightfully complex.) But this was the first time I 
had seen Megumi present herself in public as a 
dominant Lesbian. 

There was no doubt it was a success with Rumi. She was 
already on her knees in front of Megumi's phallus, 
kissing it and stroking it. I could hear Megumi 
explaining that it was designed to stimulate _her_ 
clitoris and pussy with every stroke too, so she would 
get as much pleasure from fucking with it as the girl 
being fucked - quite apart from the more subtle 
pleasure of dominating a girl and bringing her to 
helpless orgasm. 

"Oh, please - please, won't you do it to me?" begged 
Rumi. 

"All right. Lick it well - you'll need some 
lubrication. And, watch!" 

As Rumi began to caress the beautiful toy Megumi 
pressed a little switch near the root and the phallus 
began to vibrate and twist, while the rings of metal 
studs turned in different directions. I felt almost 
jealous of it: how could a real cock compete with such 
a tireless machine in pleasuring a cunt? 

Someone wheeled up a low padded table for Rumi, and 
she lay on it, her bottom conveniently at one edge and 
her head hanging over the other end, her long hair 
forming a black pool on the carpet. Megumi advanced, 
threatening and then overwhelming the little hairless 
pussy with her vibrating, wriggling instrument. At 
once Rumi began to gasp and cry out. I was sure that, 
as well as twirling the metal studs and twisting the 
shaft, the phallus's batteries were delivering 
tingling electrical shocks to the petals of Rumi's 
cunt. 

Then the gasps and squeals of pleasure gave way to 
strangulated gurgles as the men standing at Rumi's 
head end began in turn to insert their cocks into her 
upside-down mouth. I walked round and joined the 
group. Most pulled out at the last moment and sprayed 
their cum over Rumi's pert breasts, but when my turn 
came I finished in her mouth. She recognised my 
flavour, of course, and as I prepared to give way to 
the next man murmured "Thank you, Bob! That was 
lovely! Welcome back." 

At last Megumi's attention to her cunt reached such a 
pitch that she began to writhe and scream as her 
climax built. The men stopped fucking her mouth so 
that they could enjoy the sight and sound of a lovely 
naked girl possessed by a powerful orgasm - is there 
anything in life more beautiful? As Rumi's screams at 
last gave way to whimpers of lust and gratitude, her 
audience, deeply moved and aroused, dispersed to fuck 
the other willing girls who were perhaps feeling a 
little neglected. Two of the pretty Filipina maids who 
looked after our host's house, dressed in their 
sweetly provocative party uniforms, helped a fainting 
Rumi to the bathroom where they ooh'd and aah'd over 
her and helped her clean up. 

"That's a remarkable girl," said Megumi to me. 

She had unbuckled her strap-on phallus and was now 
standing beside me, elegantly beautiful in just her 
black corset and high-heels. 

"Yes," I said. "She really adores public nudity and 
public fucking." 

"How lovely for her! Only at parties like this?" 

"Oh, no! She says she goes all the time to strip-clubs 
where she volunteers as an amateur and fucks as many 
of the audience as she can." 

"That shows real talent. Do you know how old she is?" 

"All I know is that she said she was now just old 
enough to be fucked. But I don't know what she really 
meant by that. Just sixteen? She looks about that." 

"I must ask her to come and see me at my office," said 
Megumi thoughtfully. "Then I can arrange a screen-test 
for her." 

"At sixteen?" 

"Oh, yes. So long as it's unpaid and private." 

We were both thinking of Megumi's disappointment when 
she had wanted to audition as a fuck-film actress but 
had been told by the studio they were not interested 
as she was under eighteen - the age at which a girl 
can legally start earning her living from sex. Now 
Megumi and her husband were running the studio and 
were clearly insisting on a more sympathetic attitude 
to young hopefuls whose newly developed sexuality had 
made them recognise their vocation. 

"Has she been whipped yet? Or caned, spanked, bound?" 

"I don't think so," I said. "She didn't mention it, or 
ask for it. Of course those pretty shoes she is 
wearing hint at bondage, but I don't know if she fully 
realises that. For the moment it's just flirting, I 
think." 

"Mr Otani and I have been thinking," said Megumi after 
a pause. "About the future. We want to try and bring 
porn into the mainstream. Oh, I don't mean the sort of 
gloomy, unerotic sex you get in some arty movies by 
famous directors." 

"I hope not!" I said. 

We both knew the sort of thing she meant. 

"What we do in the porn industry - in the part of it 
we run, anyway - is show fucking as beautiful, as 
something every girl has a right to enjoy as often as 
possible. I think girls who see our movies realise 
that." 

"Yes, Rumi, for example. I mean, she learnt about sex 
and her desires long before she started watching porn, 
but when she did it helped her to see that what she 
was doing in all those strip-clubs was beautiful and 
natural." 

"Right. And it teaches girls new things about 
themselves. I discovered whipping when my lover showed 
me a BDSM video starring Mie Takahashi. Do you 
remember her?" 

"Do I _remember_ her? She was one of the greatest. 
Until you came along." 

"Takahashi-san said I would be her successor," said 
Megumi. "She was _so_ beautiful. I worshipped her. 
Anyway, if I hadn't seen that video of her being 
whipped I wouldn't have known that _I_ wanted to be 
whipped more than anything else in the world." 

"And you can show masochism as beautiful and natural, 
in a mainstream movie? So that girls in the audience 
will go home and beg their lovers to whip them too? It 
sounds too good to be true." 

"Oh, yes. We already do, in our limited way. When we 
show a girl being exquisitely tortured we also show 
the ecstasy in her face. Not all our rivals do, of 
course. Some prefer to show a girl pretending to 
suffer. But of course they don't do it for real." 

Megumi was referring to her studio's slogan and 
fundamental principle, "We Always Do It For Real." 

"If you tie up a girl," she went on, "and employ an 
actor who really understands his business to whip her 
on camera, of course she'll be in ecstasy. But if you 
fake it, and tell the girl to act suffering, that's 
what you'll get." 

"In real life, though," I said thoughtfully, "a girl 
will often act suffering because she knows it inspires 
her lover to whip her even harder. A girl can be very 
beautiful when she's screaming and begging for 
mercy." 

"Yes. But you both know she's just pretending, and is 
really loving it." 

"What about censorship?" I asked, changing the 
subject. "You seem to be able to get away with 
_hea-nudo_[29] in some sex videos these days, but 
surely they'd never allow it in a mainstream movie." 

"We're thinking of challenging that head-on. Let them 
prosecute us if they dare." 

"That's brave." 

"And anyway we'll have the US market. Our products are 
doing well there, thanks to Mr Otani. We can't legally 
be censored there because of the First Amendment." 

"Yes. Although I do wonder if Washington and Jefferson 
and the rest really meant to defend the right of a 
pretty girl to show off her pussy in public. Still we 
must be profoundly grateful that's what they did, 
whether they intended it or not." 

"So if we have trouble here we'll be able to shame the 
Japanese censors by making them look very silly in 
contrast with the Americans." 

"I hope you're right." 

"Well, what I am looking for now is a new girl to star 
in a mainstream movie. She will play a young girl 
growing up and discovering her sexuality; as her body 
develops she will learn how to dress to enhance its 
beauty and sexiness; she will have her first joyful 
experiences with lovers which we will present in the 
most beautiful and positive way; she will discover all 
sorts of new and different things she wants to do with 
her sexuality and her beauty; and at last she will 
enter the sex industry and be worshipped and adored 
and above all _imitated_ by every girl in the 
country." 

It sounded a bit like the story of Megumi's own life, 
but I didn't say so. 

"And you think you've found the girl you want?" 

"Oh, yes. I think so." 

The little Filipinas brought Rumi back. In their 
frilly aprons, caps and gloves they made a pretty 
contrast with Rumi's perfect nudity. She was glowing 
with health and obviously eager to be fucked again. 
Having delivered her they curtsied nicely and tripped 
off to resume serving drinks and providing guests with 
anything they wanted. 

"Rumi-chan," said Megumi, "I'd like you to come and 
see me in my office tomorrow. Say twelve o'clock. Can 
you manage that?" 

"Oh, _yes_, Kato-san, of _course_ I can!" 

"My company is called Marucho, and it's in Shibuya, 
just off the Dogenzaka. Do you think you can find 
it?" 

"Of _course_ I can!" said Rumi again. 

"Ask for me. I think ... yes, I may have a job to 
offer you. In a video we are planning." 

"Oooh! Am I going to appear in one of your videos? How 
_wonderful_!" 

"Well, it depends. There'll have to be a screen-test, 
of course. And the final decision is with the boss, Mr 
Otani. But we'll see." 

"Oh, thank you, thank you Kato-san! I can't think of 
anything I want to do more! You're so kind to me." 

"Till tomorrow then. At twelve. And now go and enjoy 
yourself. I want to see a really well-fucked girl 
tomorrow!" 

"Oh, yes, Kato-san! Of course!" 

She went off delightedly to join the other guests. 
Megumi looked after her pensively, remembering herself 
at that age I do not doubt. 

"When is Mr Otani back?" I asked, hoping to change her 
mood. 

"Another two weeks. It's been a long time. And he's 
taken Sammy with him so I'm very much alone. Well, in 
a way. But I miss him very much. Still, we've promised 
each other a fantastic reunion, a night of 
unbelievable sex. I can't wait." 

"Meanwhile?" 

"Meanwhile all this talk about the new project, and 
Rumi-chan, has stimulated me more than I can bear." 

"So?" 

She took a quick decision. 

"Bob, do you still have that wonderful little 
torture-chamber in your apartment? You know, where you 
once made me faint with pleasure?" 

"Of course. And I've added a lot of refinements since 
you were last there. And the very latest instruments. 
I have to keep up with the competition. I'd love you 
to see them." 

"How about now?" 

"Why not? I've a girl coming for a lesson tomorrow 
afternoon but I'm free till then ..." 

"And you're still as pitiless and tireless a sadist as 
you ever were?" 

"Well, I like to think so," I said modestly. "Girls 
don't complain ..." 

"That sounds just what I need. To keep me going till 
Mr Otani gets back and really, _really_ ..." 

"I shall be delighted to be of service to Mrs Otani." 

One of the Filipinas helped me find my clothes while 
Megumi went in search of a coat to cover her nudity 
for the short journey back to Akasaka. As we were 
leaving she stopped and kissed me. 

"I promise to scream and beg for mercy," she 
whispered. "If that will stimulate you to be even more 
wonderfully cruel to me." 

"It will. I'm looking forward to this." 

"So am I, darling. Oh, _so_ much!"


FOOTNOTES

[28] This is the commonest sex-dream of young Japanese 
girls and a constant subject of the pornographic 
cartoon magazines and websites marketed primarily for 
them. 

[29] _Hea-nudo_, literally "hair-nude", is a 
photograph or video showing a girl's pubic hair. For 
some inscrutable reason this has for long been the 
sole target of Japanese censorship: you can show the 
most graphic and extreme sexual activity so long as 
the girl's cunt is hidden behind a "mosaic" as it is 
called. The battle to show girls in all their natural 
beauty in still shots has been won, but doing it in 
videos is still controversial. The "mosaic" has got 
thinner and thinner, and sometimes a studio is able to 
dispense with it altogether, but there is still some 
way to go. 


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