We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.01

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 01

CHAPTER I

Introduction to Megumi

I had something or other on the TV and was thinking 
vaguely about getting ready for bed when the phone 
rang. I'd worked on my free day last week on a rush 
job and now I was due for two days off work. I hadn't 
made any plans but I was looking forward to a lazy 
time in my tiny apartment, then visiting department 
stores, nothing special, just waiting to see what 
might happen, perhaps meeting friends, perhaps making 
new ones ... I hoped whoever was calling wasn't going 
to spoil it.

He was. It was Mr Niijima from the studio.

"Kato-kun?" he asked harshly.

Of course you know that Japanese are usually 
addressed by the honorific _san_, never mind whether 
you're talking to a man or a woman. But in all-male 
organisations like the army and boys' schools they 
like to use the more masculine _kun_. And there's a 
certain kind of man who likes to address the girls 
who work under him as _kun_. It emphasises their 
superior rank. I suppose they think if they behaved 
more nicely to the girls they would lose their 
authority. But the girls just make fun of them 
anyway. Mr Niijima was that kind of man.

So of course I said it was me.

"Mr Nagao would like you to come to the studio 
tomorrow afternoon at three to act as guide to a 
special visitor."

So that was that. Mr Nagao is the boss, and since it 
was his personal request I naturally couldn't say no. 
And I would have the morning free, and perhaps the 
second day of my time off as well.

All Japanese companies - even a small film studio 
specialising in making fuck videos like the one that 
I work for - take a lot of pride in being able to show 
groups of visitors round nicely. Of course in our 
business we don't get gangs of final-year college 
students trying to decide which company to apply for, 
or school classes doing projects on the wonders of 
Japanese industry. But we do receive quite a lot of 
visitors: buyers and distributors, rival companies - 
even people from the censorship office and the police, 
who have to be given privileged treatment behind the 
scenes before they will agree to leave us in peace for 
a while longer to get on with our business. Which is 
to provide our customers with products that they want 
and are willing to pay for, and that do no one any harm.
Even though I'd already started at the studio as an 
actress with a two-year contract - been on an acting 
course, made a couple of the short videos my contract 
committed me to, even got my name in the credits - the 
company kept me in the group of girls who were trained 
to look after visitors and make a good impression on 
them. Sometimes they gave me the job of showing 
important people round the studio when it wasn't one of 
my days for being fucked in front of a camera. Actually 
I didn't so much mind having one of my free days messed 
up like that. For two reasons.

First, you get to meet interesting and influential 
people. I'd got my start with the studio the day I 
looked after a big distributor, who was so pleased with 
me he told Mr Nagao he'd take any video in which I 
appeared. I'll tell you all about that later, and 
exactly what I did for him to make him like me so much.
Secondly - and I know you'll think this is silly - I 
liked the way I looked in the guide uniform.

Japanese companies love uniforms, and of course we 
have a big costume department at the studio. We employ 
designers who know just how to make a girl look 
desirable. And some time when they weren't busy 
turning out topless micro-dresses in leather or latex 
for our latest fuck epic, they had sketched out a 
special dress for us guides. It was discreetly sexy 
but not too provocative, of course: the studio wanted 
its visitors to pay attention to the tour rather than 
the girl. But I thought I looked cute in it.

The designer had come up with a one-piece in a soft, 
clinging material in a golden-brown colour that looked 
really good against my ivory skin. It had a 
halter-neck top: quite demure in front where a white 
linen collar contrasted with the slinky golden-brown 
material, but with a simple bow behind the neck to 
keep the dress up, and the back bare to low on the 
waist so of course you didn't wear any bra with it. 
The skirt came down to mid-thigh and was wide and 
clinging but also sort of flirty: I liked it because I 
could take big strides to keep up with my guest and 
show off my legs, and could also make the skirt swing 
sexily round my hips whenever I stopped and turned to 
explain something. With the dress the guides wore 
honey-coloured tights (the waistband carefully tucked 
down so it didn't show above the low waist of the 
bare-backed dress!), strappy gold sandals with tall 
slender heels, and little gold gloves just up to the 
wrist. And we each carried a big gold shoulder-bag for 
any papers and things we might need on the tour.

I especially liked the bare back because I keep my 
hair long and just curled slightly inward at the ends. 
I've always enjoyed the sensation of my hair lightly 
tickling my naked skin. It's not that I'm conscious of 
the stimulation all the time - or can easily get off 
on that alone. It's just a constant gentle reminder 
that I'm a girl, that I love sex, and that my skin is 
exquisitely sensitive and receptive to the right sort 
of touch. I think the people I meet respond - without 
always knowing quite why - to my always being just a 
little bit sexually aroused, even if I'm really 
supposed to be thinking about something quite different.

I'm very lucky in my job. I know that. I adore every 
kind of sex, and showing myself off nude in public or 
before an audience, and then fucking while everyone 
watches, is the most wonderful kind of sex there is. I 
hope I’m not conceited, but I am proud of my looks, 
and of the way my body always seems to attract men. I 
love displaying myself in sexy clothes or completely 
naked, and at the studio I get every possible 
opportunity to do that, and to be fucked many 
different ways by lots of exciting men. Exciting 
girls, too - I don’t regard myself as any more lesbian 
than most Japanese girls, but it _is_ true what they 
say, there are some things only another girl really 
knows! I've had some of my best orgasms from the 
clever tongue of another girl tickling my clitoris; 
and of course when men see two naked girls coming 
together it really excites them. So then they can't 
wait to fill my love-holes with their rich creamy cum 
- and make me wish I could go on being fucked like 
that for ever.

You see, our studio has made its name with the slogan, 
"We Always Do It For Real". The others do it for real 
too, of course, when it's going to show if they don't; 
but sometimes they fake it when the camera can't see 
exactly what is happening. In our studio we think the 
customer can usually tell from the expression on the 
girl's face whether the sex is for real. And of course 
_I_ can tell all right! I think the fact that the 
fucking and the orgasms in our videos are genuine, and 
not just clever acting, explains why our studio's 
products are so popular with the public.

Perhaps you wonder what we do about sadistic and 
masochistic scenes, S&M as we call them or B&D for 
bondage and discipline, where the girl is tied up and 
then whipped and tormented until she reaches orgasm. 
The other studios sometimes fake that, of course, and 
it's usually obvious when they do. We don't do 
anything that would damage a girl or leave permanent 
marks on her, but otherwise we try to show our 
customers what they want to see, however perverted or 
kinky. So we do all the S&M for real too, including 
the whipping. When I tell people that, they always ask 
how I can bear the pain. It's terribly difficult to 
explain - perhaps you will understand better when you 
have read to the end of my story - but if a girl has 
the right temperament she soon learns to experience 
pain as pleasure. We girls sometimes talk about this 
when we're waiting around on set for something to 
happen, and the best explanation my friends and I can 
find is that you have to learn to enjoy pain while you 
are young. When a young girl's body is changing, so 
many things she's never thought about before turn out 
to be part of her new sexuality. If she is lucky and a 
man does the right things to her around that time, 
then she accepts them naturally as part of all the 
strange new sensual pleasures she is discovering. If 
not, then she may have missed the chance for ever. I 
was one of the lucky ones.

I hope you don't think I sound sick or anything: I can 
only tell you that if you ever see one of my videos in 
which there is a torture scene, the whipping is real 
and my orgasms are real. While you are enjoying the 
sound of my screams and the sight of the whip snaking 
gracefully round my helpless naked body, and wishing 
you could be the man using that whip, remember that I 
love having it done to me at least as much as you love 
watching it. Mind you, the first few strokes of the 
whip are always very painful: it takes a little while 
for my feelings to adjust and start perceiving the 
pain as pleasure. But I don't mind that - in fact, 
I've learnt to enjoy those first moments of pain for 
their own sake. They have a beauty of their own and 
are a lovely overture to the ecstasy of the torture 
session. Sometimes when I'm being whipped by a lover - 
on a private date, I mean, not for a video - I ask him 
to lash me very hard and very _very_ slowly at first. 
Of course each stroke pushes me nearer to the glorious 
moment when pain becomes pleasure and I float 
blissfully off to paradise. But if there is a long 
enough pause after each stroke it takes me longer to 
get there: I progress by a series of waves, each 
higher than the one before. That way I can enjoy the 
purity of the pain as long as possible, and still have 
the pleasure to look forward to.

My lovers usually like that. Do men feel cheated 
because we girls get so much pleasure from pain? I 
suppose they do, a bit - after all, when a man is 
putting so much effort into whipping me, he wants to 
hear me screaming in anguish rather than squealing 
with joy and begging for more as I climax repeatedly. 
That's probably why it's such fun for both of us when 
I pretend to be in agony and beg him to stop - knowing 
of course that he won't.

As I say, it's hard to explain why as a girl I love 
being whipped so much, and why sensations of pain and 
pleasure are so hopelessly scrambled in my mind. But 
there's no need to explain it, is there? - just to 
enjoy it. If you are a Japanese girl reading this, you 
know that already. If you are a man with a Japanese 
girlfriend, I _hope_ you know it - if you don't, you 
are depriving your partner of what she most longs for 
(whether she knows it or not), and I urge you to 
introduce the whip into your love-making at once. All 
you need to know is that skilfully applied pain is the 
greatest gift you can give a girl - always assuming 
she's the right sort of girl, as I am, thank the Gods.

So the main part of my job is giving and being given 
the most splendid and genuine orgasms in all sorts of 
delightful ways in front of a camera. Another part is 
helping at parties or other special events, where the 
organisers want some pretty girls to set a good 
example to the others by removing their party dresses 
and demurely making themselves available to any men 
who fancy them. Of course there also are nude 
modelling jobs for magazines which have agreed to 
carry a feature on me. Sometimes, especially when one 
of my videos is being launched, the studio send me off 
to perform at high-class sex clubs where the manager 
has agreed to offer the product for sale in return for 
getting my services free for his customers. When I'm 
not doing any of that, I'm showing interesting people 
round the studio, wearing an outfit which makes me 
feel feminine and desirable.

All this many girls would gladly do for nothing, but I 
even get paid for it. Not a lot, but enough to afford 
an independent life in my little 1DK - one bedroom, 
one living- and dining-room, one kitchen - apartment. 
I don't need to spend much on clothes because when I 
have a date my dear friend who runs the costume 
department will always dress me in something 
irresistibly provocative and sexy. The next day I pay 
her back by giving her a detailed account of 
everything I did and had done to me on the date, and 
she gives me advice on how to make the sex even more 
wonderful for both my lover and myself next time.

It was time to stop daydreaming. I took my guide 
uniform out of the closet before I went to bed and 
checked that it was clean and still looked good on me. 
The gold name-badge was already pinned to the cloth 
where the curve of my left breast would tilt it 
upwards so that my guest could read it easily: 
"Megumi" it said in Western and in Japanese script. 
It - my name - means "Blessing". We all wear 
name-badges in the studio -  except when we're on 
camera, of course! - given names for the girls and 
surnames for the men. I suppose you might say that's 
discrimination but I don't care. Who wants to know Mr 
Niijima's given name anyway?

I got out the iron and pressed the white linen collar. 
Then I undressed and got into bed. I always like to 
sleep naked, even when I am alone: the rough feel of 
the sheets on my sensitive bare skin is more 
pleasurable to me than any nightdress, however short 
or slinky. I curled up, stroking my nipples slowly 
with the finger-tips of one hand, and slipping three 
fingers of the other comfortably into my pussy. I told 
myself to dream about catching the eye of another 
really big distributor, and of all the lovely things 
he might do to me if I did. "I'm yours," I murmured to 
my dream man as I drifted off: "Please do _all_ the 
things to me you ever wanted to do to a girl ..."


[Next in Part 02: Chapter II: A Tour of the Marucho 
Film Company]