ALL I EVER WANTED 14

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

CHAPTER XIV

Educating Emi

Well, that concluded the filming of _Josei Ryugakusei 
no Sekkusu Boken_ or _The Sexual Adventures of a Girl 
Student Abroad_, and for a while at least the Marucho 
Film Company would be preoccupied with editing their 
new property into a rough cut. No one had said 
anything about wanting me to start on a new project. 
That was just as well since it would, I reckoned, be 
about a week before the damage inflicted on my arse 
and thighs was repaired. Lucky Sammy would be able to 
show off her beautiful nudity sooner, as they had used 
on her only a cat with normal lashes; but the welts 
left behind on me by Mr O'Malley's caning, and the 
pretty tracery of marks from Sammy's use of the 
cat-o'-nine-tails with the delicately metal-pointed 
claws, would take longer to fade. 

Poor darling Sammy was horrified at the damage she had 
done, and nothing I could say would convince her that 
I had loved every moment of it and regretted only that 
she had not known how to whip me more skilfully. She 
spent hours soothing and petting me with a whole 
variety of creams and potions all guaranteed to 
restore the usual ivory perfection of my poor bottom. 
This luxury had only one drawback: she was so 
determined that I should get better soon that she 
would not even think of returning to our lovely 
morning routine, tickling each other gently awake with 
the "kitten", as I called the little cat I always kept 
in my bedside drawer with the other lashes, hoping for 
a partner who would know how to use them. But I 
insisted she made it up to me in other ways. And we 
promised ourselves that just as soon as we were 
presentable again we would have that evening together 
we had always planned, visiting some of Tokyo's 
sexiest night-spots. Meanwhile we enjoyed our new 
apartment and luxuriated in each other's sexuality, 
not bothering with clothes for days at a time. We 
acted out elaborate fantasies - pretending for example 
to be harem girls, decorating our naked bodies with 
jewellery, stroking and pleasuring each other as we 
waited for a summons that never came, climaxing 
finally in each other's arms. 

But I am getting ahead of my story. The great dungeon 
scene was on Monday. Late on Wednesday afternoon, when 
Sammy was massaging cream into my bottom and naughtily 
letting her fingers stray occasionally into my cunt 
and arse-hole in the way she knew I loved, the phone 
rang. 

"Is that Kato-san?" said a breathy little voice. "This 
is Emi. I expect you've forgotten me." 

"Of course not, Emi-chan! How lovely to hear from you! 
How have you been since last Friday?" 

"Very well, thank you," she said primly. "I got your 
number from Roido-san like you said. He ... he seemed 
very amused that I wanted it." 

"Oh, don't worry about that." I felt a little guilty 
that I had subjected her to this test of overcoming 
her shyness. "He likes to tease girls a bit when he 
sees them getting excited about sex for the first 
time. You had rather a sudden conversion at his house, 
didn’t you?" 

"I want to apologise," said Emi formally, obviously 
determined not to be distracted from a prepared 
speech. "I didn't know who you were, but my friends 
tell me you're famous. You must have thought I was 
very rude." 

"Oh, never mind that. Which friends told you?" 

"The men I ... you know, went with ... after you 
showed me what to do." 

"So they're your friends now, are they?" 

"Oh, please don't you tease me too!" begged poor Emi, 
almost in tears. "I know I'm very inexperienced, and 
to you I must seem very silly, but something's 
happened that's completely changed me and it's _so_ 
wonderful ..." 

I felt guilty again. Emi was so sweet in her sudden 
discovery of the delights of sex. Most girls of her 
age take a little longer to explore their sexuality, 
beginning with one lover at a time as I had done, but 
she had indeed changed completely in a matter of 
seconds. The clumsy schoolgirl had been replaced by a 
desirable young woman claiming her rights as a sexual 
being. She must be feeling overwhelmed, still trying 
to understand the new person she had become - a pretty 
butterfly who kept forgetting she wasn't a caterpillar 
anymore. 

"Are you going to any more parties soon?" I asked 
quickly. 

"Oh, yes - that's what I'm calling about. You were so 
kind and said I could talk to you. I've been invited 
somewhere on Saturday. They promised there'd be ... 
you know, undressing and making love and so on ... It 
sounds such fun. I do hope I can go." 

"Well, you'd better come and see me," I said in a 
businesslike tone, "so we can talk about your dress 
and everything. When can you come?" 

"Oh dear, it's difficult," said Emi, sounding tearful. 
"I'm in terrible trouble at home. You see, after the 
party I went off with some of my new friends and we 
just didn't stop ... you know ... and it was ages till 
they'd all had me enough times and one of them agreed 
to drive me home. My mother was asleep and I managed 
not to wake her, but she never goes to bed till my 
father comes in and so she knows I was awfully late. I 
_think_ I can get out on Saturday night but I have to 
be so careful ..." 

"Listen," I said firmly, "can you come here 
immediately after school?" 

"You guessed I'm still at school, then?" 

"Oh, Emi, for Heaven's sake! My office is in Shibuya, 
off the Dogenzaka, ten minutes' walk from the station. 
Can you be here by five on Friday?" 

"Yes, I think so." 

"Well, don't be late. The staff leave at five-thirty 
and it's not fair to ask them to wait just for you." 
Then, thinking I had been too harsh again, I added, 
"I'm so looking forward to seeing you again. There'll 
be so much to talk about. And my friend will dress you 
and make you the most desirable girl at the party. 
You'll see." 

"Thank you. I'm looking forward to it too," she said 
in a little voice and hung up. 

When I arrived at the studio on Friday afternoon I 
warned the receptionist to direct my visitor straight 
to the costume department. I didn't want poor Emi to 
be mistaken for one of our actresses! We make quite a 
few _gakusei_ or "schoolgirl" videos but always employ 
girls who are over eighteen - even if our customers 
like them to look a lot younger than that. Marucho is 
a respectable organisation and is very strict about 
not employing girls below the legal age for appearing 
in pornography. Some studios are less fussy, but it 
leads to trouble in the end. So it's not uncommon for 
young women wearing schoolgirl uniform to show up for 
appointments, and I didn't want Emi to be put straight 
in front of a camera! 

I was chatting with Matsumoto-san over one of her 
endless cups of green tea when there was a timid knock 
at the door and a little voice said "Please excuse 
me." I hardly recognised poor Emi in her school 
uniform: the cumbersome long skirt, the white socks 
and sensible black shoes made her calves - what I 
could see of them - seem thick and shiny, when my 
memory was of legs elegantly stretched by high-heels, 
their plumpness only emphasising the youth and 
freshness of her body. The pretty new butterfly had 
been obliged to disguise herself as a caterpillar 
again. 

"This is the young lady who's going to a party, is 
it?" said Matsumoto-san with the friendly chuckle she 
kept for those who shared her intense interest in all 
kinds of sexual activity. "We'll soon turn you into 
the belle of the ball. Off with that dreadful 
uniform!" 

Emi was a little startled at first but soon recovered 
her new self-confidence and quickly removed her long 
skirt, sailor-suit top, blouse and knickers. 
Matsumoto-san, who always insisted on starting with 
the shoes when creating an outfit, hunted through her 
closets and found her an elegant pair of black 
high-heeled pumps. All of a sudden my pretty butterfly 
was back, blushing in her charming nudity. 

"Now, dearie, you're going to your second sex party 
tomorrow - that's right, isn't it?" 

Emi nodded eagerly. 

"And you're hoping to wear a dress that will make 
every man in the room want you immediately, right?" 

"Oh, yes _please_!" 

Matsumoto-san looked Emi over critically, and made her 
walk, sit and take up various positions. I knew she 
was imagining her in different outfits, and did not 
interfere. 

"One thing you badly need, dearie," she said at last, 
"is a haircut. Oh no, I don't mean that," she added as 
Emi's hands flew to her plaits, "your cunt-hair. It's 
too much of an untidy bush for most men's taste. You 
don't mind, do you?" 

"N-no, I don't think so. Whatever you advise ..." 

"Megumi will take you to the make-up room and they'll 
attend to it. Don't worry, it will make you look even 
more charming. Off you go!" 

"Er, like this?" asked Emi, losing her poise again. 

"Don't you _like_ showing yourself off naked?" 

"Of course, I adore it. It makes me tingle all over. 
But ..." 

"And you know where you are, don't you dearie? This is 
a film studio. We make sex videos. This place is full 
of naked girls, especially up here in costumes and 
make-up. Off with you, and don't be so silly!" 

I took Emi down the corridor. A couple of people 
passed us and smiled encouragingly at her, no doubt 
thinking she was a new recruit. She relaxed and I put 
my arm round her waist. As she balanced sexily on her 
high-heels I could feel her enjoying the others' 
pleasure in her fresh young nudity. Tentatively, she 
was beginning to flaunt it. 

There was nothing happening in the make-up studio and 
one of the girls readily agreed to trim Emi's bush for 
her. I left her stretched out in the chair, her feet 
wide apart on the rest while the girl began to discuss 
possible styles. 

"Very nice, Megumi," said Matsumoto-san when I 
returned. "She has a natural taste for it. Did you see 
how she couldn't stop watching herself in the mirrors? 
But she's a bit young isn't she?" 

"Oh, yes. She's only a beginner. I don't know why I'm 
bothering, really, except that I felt sorry for her, 
just a wallflower at her first party." 

"Of course, that's right, she needs a dress for 
tomorrow. Let me think. Not the sort of slinky, shiny 
thing that looks good on you: something fluffy and 
girlish would suit that pretty plumpness. Now, there 
was something that came in the other day ..." 

There was a little tap at the door and Emi re­turned, 
blushing with pleasure. The girl had done a lovely job 
on her, shaving the rough untidy hair completely off 
her cunt and leaving just a narrow triangle above it, 
sweet little curls softening the edges, shaped like an 
arrow plunging towards her pussy. I made her look at 
her new beauty in the big mirrors. Matsumoto-san was 
right: she couldn't stop posing and admiring herself. 
She was so sweet I took her in my arms and kissed her 
- firmly on her full lips, not just a peck on the 
cheek. I felt rather than heard her give a startled 
little "Oh!" Then her lips parted, and my tongue was 
in her mouth. 

"Gosh, that was nice," she whispered, starry-eyed, as 
we broke apart. "We do it at school sometimes, when 
the teachers aren't looking, but it's never as lovely 
as that." 

What fun it would be, I thought, to have Emi to myself 
for a while. Of course when Sammy and I set up our 
apartment together we were planning on bringing lovers 
home for the night, and there was no reason I couldn't 
take a girl into my bed if I wanted to. After all, 
Sammy and I often slept together. Or Emi _and_ a man 
... lucky man, I thought. I kissed her willing mouth 
again. 

"I love you, Kato-san," she whispered when I let her 
go. 

"Thank you, but I hope you love men too?" 

"Oh, I love the things men do to me, but I don't love 
any particular man the way I love you." 

"Come and try this on, dearie," said Matsumoto-san 
from behind us. 

Blushing prettily all over her neck and breasts, Emi 
joined her, and I saw at once that my friend had got 
it right as usual. The little black dress was lacy and 
from behind gave pretty hints of bare skin through the 
patterned weave. It had almost no front, just a wide 
vee from the shoulders to the waist, leaving Emi's 
full, sweet breasts completely uncovered. The skirt 
was very short and fastened only by a couple of hooks 
down the front. There was so little of the dress that 
it needed something to hold it together, and 
Matsumoto-san produced a length of soft, twisted gold 
rope. There were eyelets hidden in the lacy edges of 
the dress and she threaded the rope through them, from 
one shoulder diagonally across to the other side, then 
crossing between the breasts to another eyelet, then 
another zigzag towards the waist and back up the other 
way until the two ends could be tied in a neat bow at 
one shoulder. 

Emi ran over to the mirror and gazed at herself 
entranced. She certainly did look enchanting, her 
naked breasts pointing firmly forward as they were 
caught delightfully in the zigzagging rope, hinting at 
a sexual taste she was probably still too young to 
have developed, the skirt just hiding her bottom and 
showing off her pretty legs. 

"Do you like it?" 

"It's _wonderful_!" Impulsively she kissed 
Matsumoto-san. "Oh, can I wear it always?" 

"Well, dearie, until someone wants you to take it 
off!" she replied with a fruity chuckle. "After all, 
that's what you're going to the party for, isn't it?" 

"Oh, yes! Er, how _do_ I take it off?" 

"Yes, you'd better practice that. Face towards us. 
Look at your lover, not at the dress. Just undo the 
bow in the rope - or ask him to do it if you like. 
Then pull the front of the dress apart. The rope will 
start to slide out of the eyelets. Take one of the 
ends and pull it right out, nice and slowly. Now 
unhook the skirt. See how the dress is just hanging 
open all the way down? Put your arms behind you and 
let it fall. Don't look back - ignore it. You're 
completely naked now for your lover, and you're not 
interested in clothes any more, are you?" 

"What do I do with the rope?" asked Emi, twisting it 
in her hands. 

Matsumoto-san and I looked at each other. Were we 
going too fast for a beginner? 

"Give it to the man," she said at last. "He'll know 
what to do with it." 

"Take a step or two towards him and let him have you. 
That's the time to say something really arousing," I 
told her. 

"Oh! What should I say?" 

"Well, you could try, 'Do you like me better like 
this?' Or you could say something like what you said 
to those men the other night: 'Please be gentle with 
me. I'm not very experienced.' That always drives them 
wild with desire." 

Emi just stood there, taking it all in. Then she said, 
"Can I put my dress on again now?" 

She made quite a good job of it, with some help from 
Matsumoto-san, who then took her over to her private 
corner for one of her cups of green tea and a chat. 

"Are you really seventeen, Emi?" she asked her when we 
were all settled, Emi occasionally stroking the gold 
rope holding her breasts as if she still could not 
quite believe it was there. 

"Well, not till next March, actually," she said 
shamefacedly, "but I thought it sounded more 
grown-up." 

"It may _sound_ more grown-up, dearie, but you must 
remember that you're not grown-up enough to be paid 
for sex till you’re eighteen." 

"But I don't want to be _paid_!" said Emi. "Now that I 
know how lovely it is I just want to go on _doing_ it! 
All the time, for ever and ever and ever ..." 

"Well, that's all right, but you be careful. If you 
let anyone give you money for it and get caught you 
will be in serious trouble. The police will tell your 
parents, and your school, and everything. And of 
course the man will say he didn't know you were 
underage - that you'd told him you weren't." 

She wriggled on her seat, then said suddenly, "Can I 
ask you something?" 

"Of course," said my friend. 

"When I was coming out of the station there were some 
men standing near the Hachiko statue. And one of them 
talked to me." 

We both nodded. We knew the sort of man who talked to 
schoolgirls, standing by the statue of the faithful 
dog who had waited at Shibuya Station every day for 
the return of her lost master. He was probably from a 
modelling studio or agency which employed underage 
girls, offering them a little extra pocket-money to 
take their clothes off before the camera or in 
strip-clubs catering to men with a taste for 
enthusiastic beginners. 

"He asked me if I'd like to earn some money, and I 
said how and he starting telling me, but it was so 
complicated and I had to say I didn't have time to 
talk to him. But he made me take his card and I 
thought perhaps you could explain it all to me." She 
ran over to where she had left her school uniform and 
rummaged in her satchel. "Here! You see, it gives his 
name and his company and everything, and then it says 
'Services'. What do these things mean? What's 'Panty 
Auctions'?" 

"That's new to me," I said to Matsumoto-san. "Is it 
the latest word for dealing in schoolgirls' dirty 
knickers?" 

There was quite a demand for those: some Japanese men 
found it stimulating to masturbate with them. You 
could even buy them from vending machines, complete 
with a photograph of the former owner, outside the 
sort of bar where Emi's more adventurous 
school-friends were no doubt spending delightful 
evenings dancing shyly for their customers, or as 
deliciously nude waitresses daintily serving them 
drinks. Oh, how I wished ... 

"No," said Matsumoto-san, "haven't you heard about 
that? It's the latest craze in some of the clubs. Even 
private parties, sometimes." She turned to Emi. "A 
panty auction is like a striptease show except that 
when the girl has taken off everything except her 
little g-string, she offers to sell it to the men in 
the audience. And maybe a man calls out an offer, and 
if you're lucky someone else offers more, and then 
there's an auction while you stand there begging them 
to offer as much as possible to see you take your 
g-string off and become completely naked." 

"Oh, how _lovely_!" said Emi, fascinated. 

"Well, one of the men wins the auction and pays the 
money. Not to you, of course, that wouldn't be legal. 
And then ..." 

"And then I take my g-string off, specially for him!" 
said Emi, obviously imagining herself doing it. 

"That's right. You come down off the stage and give it 
to him. And once you're completely nude you're his 
property to do what he likes with - for an hour, or 
whatever the rules of the club are." 

"And he does lovely things to me, and I do everything 
he asks me to do, with everyone watching ... oh, 
Matsumoto-san, how _wonderful_!" 

Emi was almost carried away in her excitement, 
dreaming of delightful fucking as the slave of a man 
who liked her enough to buy her. I was getting fairly 
aroused myself. Surely Marucho had contacts with clubs 
where this new kind of strip-show took place, and 
could lend me to them? It was the kind of thing I 
loved doing, and it would be such good publicity for 
my new full-length video. 

"Oh, I'd adore that!" Emi was saying. "Can I?" 

"Not till you’re eighteen, you can't. It's still money 
for sex. Even the police know the man hasn't really 
bought your g-string, he's paid to have you." 

"It seems such a long time to wait," said poor Emi. 
Then she picked up the card again. "There's something 
else here I don't understand: _enjo kosai_. What does 
that mean?" 

"It means 'assisted dating'," I explained. "The system 
is that the agency this man works for keeps a register 
of young girls who are keen to go on dates with older 
men. And if a man likes the look of you from your 
photograph and your description, he pays the agency a 
fee and they arrange for you to go out with him. You 
might go to a disco or a bar, and then he will take 
you somewhere for sex - to a love-hotel, probably." 

"Am I allowed to do that?" 

"Yes, so long as he doesn't give you money. He's 
supposed to give you a present." 

"What sort of present?" 

"Most girls ask for designer clothes or accessories, 
but anything really - anything you specially want that 
he's prepared to pay for." 

"And why is that different?" 

"Well, no one can say a sixteen-year-old girl can't go 
out on a date, and she's old enough to have sex if she 
wants to, and no one can tell a man he can't give his 
girlfriend a present. But if he pays you money, you've 
broken the law." 

Emi put the card away carefully in her school satchel. 

"I suppose I'll need lots of pretty dresses like this 
one for going out on dates," she said thoughtfully. 

"That's why you need to be given presents," said 
Matsumoto-san with a laugh. "But don't worry, you can 
always borrow clothes from here." 

"Oh, you're so good to me!" 

"Let's just say the Marucho Company is making a good 
investment for the future. Now, I think it's time you 
went home. Megumi told me you were in trouble for 
staying out late last week." 

"Oh, yes, I must! But there's one more thing I want to 
ask." 

"Well?" 

"Can I ... would you mind if I saw some of Kato-san's 
videos? I'm told she's so famous ... and I didn't know 
when I met her ..." 

Matsumoto-san and I looked at each other. There seemed 
no harm in that. I picked up the internal phone and 
rang Mr Nagao's secretary, who usually ran the machine 
in the little preview cinema near her office on the 
first floor. 

"I'm so sorry to bother you just as you're about to go 
home," I said, "but I have a friend here who would 
very much like to see one of my videos. You know, the 
original uncensored version without the mask - I don't 
like to let her take it out of the studio in case 
anyone finds out." 

"Of course, Kato-san, I'd be delighted. Which one do 
you want?" 

I thought for a moment, then requested one of my 
earlier thirty-minute videos. It was made before I 
started including whipping scenes in my performances. 
Emi might well find her way to an interest in that 
kind of sex, as I had done when I was not much older 
than her, but it would be wrong to rush her. I put 
down the phone. 

"Now, listen Emi. You get changed, then I'll take you 
to the preview room. You can see one video lasting 
thirty minutes, then you go straight home. Tomorrow 
night you have a lovely time at the party, and next 
week you come and tell Matsumoto-san and me all about 
it. I warn you, there is a price for borrowing her 
costumes, and that is telling her every detail of what 
you got up to wearing them. Or not wearing them." 

Emi thought for a moment. 

"Can't I see more than one?" 

"No, only one." 

I knew how overwhelming the first impact of 
pornography could be on a girl who was just 
discovering her sexuality. Her imagination needed 
plenty to work on just now, and in bed for weeks to 
come Emi would happily replay in her mind every scene 
from the video. But it was essential to leave her 
wanting more. 

"Must I change now? I'd like so much to watch your 
video wearing my lovely new dress. Then I could feel 
... you know ... that I was you. I'm sorry, I know 
that sounds silly ..." 

So I took Emi downstairs in her pretty topless 
mini-dress, her school uniform stuffed into an 
anonymous carrier bag in which she would later smuggle 
her party dress home. 

"Have a lovely time," I said as we parted, "now and 
tomorrow night. And don't forget to come and see us 
next week and tell us all about it." 

"Of course I won't forget! And thank you, for 
everything!" 

She stood on tiptoe and kissed me. This time it was 
her tongue which shyly explored my mouth, till she 
suddenly broke away, her blush spreading prettily over 
her neck and breasts. 


[Next in Part 15: Chapter XV: A Night Out]


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