We Always Do It For Real 26

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 26

[CHAPTER XVIII CONTINUED]

"You look very beautiful in that dress," Mr Horrigan 
said. 

"Thank you. How long are you staying in Tokyo?" 

"I'm leaving tomorrow. But I'm so glad I could meet 
you before I went." 

"Are you here on business?" I asked after a short 
pause. 

"Yes - Mr Lloyd and I are putting together a deal to 
lease some aircraft." 
 
"That sounds interesting." 

It didn't, of course, but for the moment at least I 
preferred him to talk about his work than pay me 
extravagant compliments. Of course I was glad that I 
pleased him, but Japanese men hardly ever praise girls 
- it would give them an exaggerated idea of their 
importance if they did - and it embarrassed and 
flustered me not to know how to react to this strange 
Western practice. By now we had passed through the 
main entrance and Mr Horrigan handed a ticket to the 
boy at the valet parking desk. 

"Mr Lloyd knows a Japanese airline that wants to put 
some extra capacity on the Tokyo-Sapporo route this 
fall, and I know an Australian airline with a couple 
of 737s that aren't earning their keep. So there was 
some useful available synergy there ..." 

"I see." 

I wasn't sure that I did really, and so far as I did I 
couldn't see why the Japanese airline couldn't deal 
with the Australian airline direct. Still, if the 
result was that Mr Horrigan was here to be my partner 
for the evening, I had nothing to complain about. In 
fact I was beginning to enjoy the unaccustomed 
flattery of his frank admiration. 

The parking jockey brought the car to the kerb with a 
flourish. It was a dark grey BMW: I don't know much 
about cars - certainly not foreign cars - but I 
recognised the blue-and-white decal on the front. The 
uniformed doorman flung the front passenger door open 
and helped me in with unnecessary attention. To my 
surprise the car had the steering-wheel on the right, 
the normal Japanese side. By the time Mr Horrigan had 
walked round to the driver's side and got in, I had 
slipped off my jacket and tossed it onto the back 
seat. The black leather was cool but arousing against 
my bare skin. The expensive smell was exciting too. 

"I thought foreign cars always had the steering-wheel 
on the wrong side," I said. 

"Some do," he said as he pushed the wooden knob of the 
gear lever forward and the car moved smoothly away. 
"You usually get a choice nowadays." 

"Why would anyone choose the wrong side?" 

"Well, some people say it's a way of showing everyone 
you have a foreign car. But also, if you have a driver 
it means he can get out and open the rear passenger 
door for you without getting wiped out by the traffic. 
Personally I prefer to drive myself, even in Tokyo." 
We had crossed the bridge at the bottom of the New 
Otani's slope and were waiting for the lights to let 
us into the Aoyama-dori. Mr Horrigan turned to look at 
me. I felt his eyes glide briefly over my naked right 
breast. "That really _is_ a beautiful dress, 
Megumi-san. And you really do it justice." 

The powerful car hummed with a sense of firmly 
controlled strength which I was beginning to find 
arousing. I felt more comfortable now with his 
compliments. 

"Thank you very much. I hoped it would please you and 
I am glad it does." 

"Oh, it does!" 

The lights turned green and we moved smoothly off 
again. 

"Is there some special reason why you wanted to meet 
me?" I asked. 

"I'd have thought that was obvious!" he said with a 
quick smile before returning his attention to the 
road. "Well, Mr Lloyd kindly lent me a few videos to 
look at in the hotel after one of our late 
negotiations, and one of them was yours. When I saw 
you I said to myself, 'That is the most beautiful girl 
I have ever seen: I can't leave Tokyo till I've met 
her.' And when I told Lloyd the negotiations wouldn't 
end till I did, he just laughed and arranged tonight's 
dinner party." 

"Thank you," I said with a little modest blush which 
was wasted on him in the traffic. "I'm so glad he did. 
Which ... er ... which video was it of mine that you 
saw?" 

He told me. It was the one which included my first and 
so far most lascivious encounter with the whip. Of 
course I wanted to ask if there was any scene he had 
specially enjoyed, but felt that would be too 
shameless a question even for this unconventional 
_gaijin_. I would discover his sexual preferences soon 
enough. Meanwhile I wriggled pleasurably against the 
leather and let my body relish the excitements in 
store for it. 

==

"I think it's so much nicer to establish a programme 
for what we'll do after dinner, don't you?" said 
Roido-san. "That way we all know what to look forward 
to, and we can make sure in advance that no one will 
be left out." 
We all murmured approval. After all, he was the host. 
His house was big enough to allow a small dining-room 
separate from the main living area, and the six of us 
were seated at an oblong table. The only other couple 
present were Mr Igarashi, who had a senior position in 
Roido-san's company, and his wife. So that Mr Horrigan 
and I could sit together, the Igarashis were seated 
side-by-side opposite us. As Matsumoto-san had 
established beforehand, I was on Mr Horrigan's left, 
so he could enjoy a clear view of the open side of my 
pretty Grecian dress. It gave me a lovely tingly 
feeling to know that his eyes were so constantly drawn 
to my near-nakedness. Once, very daring, I had 
responded to the occasional caresses of his hand on my 
thigh under the table by stroking him lightly in 
return, which had enabled me to check discreetly that 
his obvious pleasure in my appearance was genuine. 

From his position at the end of the table Mr Lloyd 
could enjoy looking at all three of us deliciously 
sexy girls. His wife Kazuko had gone one better than 
me and was wearing a fully topless dress: cut low at 
the front to reveal her breasts completely, and with a 
tight, short skirt in a black material which rustled 
agreeably as she moved. Round her neck she had a 
choker necklace made up of big shiny black stones 
separated by silver rings. A pair of matching black 
stones were fixed by hidden clips to her nipples, just 
hiding her aureoles. She looked extremely 
sophisticated and I took careful note of her dress so 
that I could describe it in detail to Matsumoto-san. 
It would be a nice thing to wear at a sexy party - but 
even better, I thought, for an intimate dinner with a 
lover, my breasts and shoulders glowing in the 
candlelight ... 

The Igarashis had arrived a little late - very unusual 
for a Japanese couple in any circumstances and almost 
unheard-of for a man invited by his boss. He and his 
wife Sanae were regulars at Roido-san's parties and 
obviously enjoyed an open marriage. Mrs Igarashi made 
no secret of being primarily interested in other 
girls, though she seemed to like being fucked by men 
too. When she finally arrived with her husband, she 
was showing herself off in a shocking-pink latex 
outfit. The wide gap between the top and the short 
skirt made the most of her flat, well-muscled stomach: 
she worked out enthusiastically at a gym several 
afternoons a week, not agreeing with my lazy view that 
plenty of sex was enough exercise in itself to keep a 
girl in good shape. 

"Oh, but you're both topless," she said, looking from 
Kazuko Lloyd to me, "how pretty you both look! I wish 
you'd told me you were going to do that. I'd have 
loved to be topless too! Why don't I just ..." 

Her hands moved towards the fastenings at the back of 
the tightly stretched upper half of her dress. 

"Stay the way you are for now," said her husband 
shortly. 

It was obvious that his wife's uncertainty about what 
to wear for this special evening had caused them to be 
late, and that he was displeased. He himself, like the 
two _gaijin_ men, was wearing a smart open-neck shirt 
and slacks. 

The greetings over in our hosts' comfortable 
drawing-room, I sat down on one of the sofas, taking 
care to choose the left-hand end so as to display 
myself to best advantage. I crossed my legs and 
accepted a glass of mineral water from one of the 
Lloyds' pretty Filipina maids. She and her colleagues 
were dressed that evening in miniskirted but otherwise 
traditional housemaids' uniforms, black satin with 
little white aprons, frilly white caps in their hair, 
fishnet stockings and shiny black high heels. At 
Roido-san's big sex-parties they often served the 
guests naked - except of course for high heels, and 
the maids' caps to distinguish them from nude female 
guests. Their employer encouraged them to join in the 
fun when their other duties permitted, their squeals 
of delight adding to the happy atmosphere. Perhaps 
they would be allowed the same freedom this evening. I 
put the thought out of my mind for the moment, and 
concentrated on my hosts and on my fellow-guests. 

I could feel the men's, and Sanae's, arousal at my 
appearance and encouraged it by playing with the strap 
over my left shoulder, which was once again 
threatening to slip down and leave me completely naked 
above the waist. I was tempted to tease Sanae Igarashi 
by innocently letting it do just that. But I also knew 
that her husband was in a bad temper, which was a poor 
start to the intimacies we had come together to share. 
The best, if boring, way to get a man into a good mood 
is to talk about his business. 

"Do tell me more about this aircraft leasing deal," I 
said, leaving it to the men to decide who should 
answer. 

"It's for the Tokyo-Sapporo route," said Roido-san, 
taking the lead as usual. "It's one of the busiest in 
the world - and for a few weeks in the fall maybe 
_the_ busiest. One of the reasons is lavender." 

"Lavender?" I said, genuinely surprised. 

"They've recently started growing a lot of lavender in 
central Hokkaido," he went on. "There's an enormous 
demand for it in the perfume and toiletries industry, 
here and abroad. There are vast fields of it and in 
the summer there are great patches of mauve you can 
see and smell from miles away." 

"How lovely!" I said. 

Mr Lloyd looked at me a bit severely. 

"Yes, well the sort of Japanese girl who thinks 'Hello 
Kitty!' writing paper is cute longs to go on a trip to 
Hokkaido with her friends at that time of year so they 
can tell each other how lovely it is." 

I blushed and said nothing. 

"We shouldn't be rude about them though," he said more 
kindly, "because it's thanks to them that Mr Horrigan 
and I are going to make quite a bit of money." 

Before I could say anything Kazuko Lloyd suddenly 
joined the conversation. 

"I've just had a wonderful idea!" she said, looking at 
me. "I must tell the people at Marucho about it before 
someone else has it too." 

She had no need to tell me anything more. The same 
idea was forming in my mind too: the lavender fields 
of Hokkaido as backdrop for a fuck video about a 
couple of girls on holiday who meet a couple of boys 
... If we didn't make it too hard-core we could aim it 
partly at the newly developing market segment of sex 
videos for young girls.[10] 

At that moment one of the Filipina maids told Kazuko 
dinner was ready, and not long after that we were 
seated round the dining-table hearing Roido-san 
outline his programme for the evening. 

"I expect we've all worked up a fair appetite by 
now," he began, "so I thought we'd start with some 
simple one-on-one freestyle fucking. Bruce, I suppose 
you'd like to have Megumi first?" 

"Just try and stop me!" said Mr Horrigan, as I looked 
at him with shy gratitude. 

"Well, she's been invited specially so that you could 
meet her, so I'm glad you like her so much! That means 
I'll take Sanae, if it's all right with you 
Igarashi-san: I know Kazuko will be delighted to 
entertain you." 

Mr Igarashi nodded, and looked hungrily at Kazuko 
Lloyd's firm breasts. She pretended not to notice, but 
casually unclipped the decorations from her breasts, 
placing the pair of stones neatly on the table beside 
her plate. As she massaged her nipples with her 
fingers, she smiled politely at Mr Igarashi. I guessed 
he and she were an established couple at the Lloyds' 
parties, and perhaps elsewhere - I did not know how 
far these open marriages extended. 

"After that appetiser, I'd like to suggest that we men 
choose one of the girls for a nice long three-on-one 
fuck." 

I could feel my heart beginning to pound. Oh, please 
let it be me! I was begging silently. 

"That will leave four of us pretty worn out, and the 
other two girls stimulated from watching us, I hope. 
So then it would be fun if they’d give us a lesbian 
show." 

Sanae Igarashi caught my eye across the table with a 
meaningful smile. Despite her husband's irritation she 
had peeled off her tight latex top when taking her 
place at dinner, one of the Filipina maids helping her 
to undo the fastenings down the back and taking the 
garment away to a closet where our clothes would be 
looked after as they were discarded. Her firm pointed 
breasts and trim torso fascinated me and it was 
obvious she intended that she and I should perform the 
lesbian sex. But that wouldn't work! I couldn't be 
_both_ the girl in the foursome _and_ Sanae's lesbian 
partner, much as I wanted to be: it would be terribly 
rude to leave Kazuko as a wallflower at her own party. 
Perhaps there would be a chance for us later: there 
were things I so much wanted her to teach me, and do 
to me. Confused, I looked apologetically towards 
Kazuko, and then down at my plate. 

"That should get us all pretty well fired up again," 
Roido-san was continuing, "and ready for some more 
one-on-one fucking. With different partners." 

"Hey!" said Mr Horrigan. 

"Sorry, but we all want a turn at Megumi." I blushed 
happily. "Even Sanae-san ... ouch!" She had obviously 
kicked him under the table. Her husband glared at her. 
"Sorry, Sanae-san, I didn't think it was meant to be a 
secret ... All we have to decide is who has her 
first - Bruce excluded, of course, since he gets his 
turn at the start." 

He cleared a space on the table in front of him, 
placed a fruit-knife in the centre and span it. It 
revolved, wobbled, and came to rest with the blade 
pointing more towards Mr Igarashi than anyone else. 

"There! Lucky you. And if my darling wife will forgive 
her erring husband and take me back for a while ..." 

"I'll be glad to," said Kazuko, "and I'll do my best 
to ensure you're in no state to screw anyone else all 
evening. Even Megumi." 

"Oh, I'm _always_ ready to screw Megumi," he replied 
longingly. 

I was flattered, of course, but thought his remark was 
a bit tactless in his wife's presence. From her quick 
frown I could see that she thought so too and did my 
best to mime an apology to her across the table. 

"Right, when do we start?" asked Mr Horrigan. 

"But, my dear Bruce, we haven't finished dinner yet!" 

"To hell with dinner! I'm ready, and I hope Megumi is 
too." 


FOOTNOTE

[10] The video was in fact made that summer, and was 
called _Paapuru no Ai wo Oshiete ne_ or _Please Teach 
me Purple Love_. I and a freelance girl were two 
innocent young OLs on holiday. It was great fun. We 
had a pretty lesbian scene together, and of course 
there was plenty of sex and nude romping in the 
lavender field with a couple of boys recruited on the 
spot. Marucho had to pay a local farmer well for a 
day's exclusive use of his field, but the video made a 
lot of money. I got heaps of fan-mail from star-struck 
girls just beginning to dream about sex, telling me 
shyly how much they had learnt from the video and how 
it had helped them enjoy their first tentative 
experiences. It is a lovely thought that young girls 
discover the beauty of sex from watching my videos, 
and might even be inspired by them to enter the sex 
industry, just as I was by Miss Takahashi's. 


[Next in Part 27: Chapter XVIII continued] 

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