We Always Do It For Real.14

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 14

[CHAPTER X CONTINUED]

Someone backstage must have realised that this amateur 
act was turning into something good, and stage-hands 
were sent on to place a couch for me at the upper end 
of the cat-walk. I pretended not to notice, 
delightedly continuing my shameless display of nudity 
at the far end. I then discovered it with apparent 
surprise, and rested my bottom against one end while 
opening my legs wide - not for me a hand-towel to hide 
my beauties from all but a few. I stroked my wet pussy 
and brought my fingers slowly to my mouth, tasting the 
juice voluptuously. I dipped my hand deeper into my 
soaking cunt - my excitement was causing the juice to 
flow copiously now - and this time bent forward and 
offered my fingers to a man in the audience. He sucked 
them as if he never intended to give them back. 

With part of my mind I was beginning to wonder how one 
brought an act like this to an end. While I tried to 
think of something, I crawled onto the couch and gave 
them a version of the masturbation show I had put into 
my job application video for Marucho. The audience 
loved it, but when it was over I could sense they were 
expecting something more. 

How did an amateur normally get herself off this 
stage? Was I supposed to go back the way I had come 
and, completely naked now, rejoin the audience? My 
heart began to beat fast at the thought of what would 
happen to me if I did. But then I recalled what the 
professional who had been onstage before me had done. 
I had to find a plausible way of getting past the 
couch, onto the main stage, and then into the wings 
where I hoped someone had been looking after my 
clothes. 

Perhaps a little comedy might bring down the sexual 
tension. I acted a girl who was nude in public and had 
somehow never noticed it. I clapped my hands over my 
pussy and to make it more realistic called out, "But 
where are my panties?" 

Too late, I realised that was what they were all 
waiting for. A voice, from nowhere near the direction 
in which I had tossed them, shouted: "Mine! I've got 
them!" To my surprise a burly figure, not young but 
tough-looking and with plenty of gold jewellery, began 
to scramble up onto the stage, shedding his 
open-necked shirt and trousers as he did so. I 
suddenly understood that I had, instinctively, done 
everything to make this Amateur Night performance go 
exactly according to plan, and that my panties had 
been fought over in the audience to decide who would 
have the right to co-star in the climax. 

The strange man joined me on the couch. In the 
spotlights I saw that he was magnificently tattooed 
all over his upper body: a dragon curled around him, 
seeming to emerge from between his buttocks, two 
beautiful nude girls wriggled suggestively whenever he 
moved the muscles of his chest, holding a Japanese 
Army flag which rippled between them. I looked further 
down and caught my breath as I saw the most splendid 
cock of my so far limited experience standing firmly 
to attention between his legs. My hands, entirely out 
of my control, reached longingly for it: as he knelt 
in front of me I slid down the couch towards him on my 
stomach, taking his erection in my mouth and sucking 
noisily and greedily. 

After a short while he pulled away from me and, from 
my lying position, I looked anxiously up at him. 

"Am I not good enough for you?" I asked. 

He grunted in reply. 

"Please take me!" I begged. "Teach me. I've never done 
it before, in public I mean. I'm sorry. Tell me what 
to do." 

Brusquely he ordered me to lie on my back. Still 
kneeling, he seized my ankles and pushed my legs back 
till I was folded in two, both my cunt and my arsehole 
fully exposed. With another grunt he rammed his 
dripping erection into my wet cunt, and, leaning his 
heavy chest against the backs of my thighs, pistoned 
me vigorously. I screamed with a mixture of pain, 
surprise and delight. 

It didn't take long. I could tell from the change in 
his thrusting, and the grunts he was making, that he 
was near to climax. Suddenly, to my surprise, he 
pulled out of my cunt, released my ankles and quickly 
moved forward to kneel over my face. Expecting that he 
wanted to finish in my mouth, I opened it and lifted 
my head. But holding his cock in one fist he stroked 
himself a few times, then spattered his cum all over 
my face. 

I had seen it done in videos, of course, but had 
always wondered why - unless of course to show that 
there was no fake and that the male actor was really 
coming. As I have told you, Ken never came like that: 
he said it was so much nicer to come inside my cunt or 
mouth, and who wanted to be outside a girl at that 
moment anyway? The man grunted again and moved away 
from me, shrugging on his clothes without a word and 
returning to his place among the plaudits of his 
cronies. 

Fortunately I had seen enough videos to know what was 
expected of me: I raised myself on one elbow so the 
audience could see me do it, then, moaning with 
pleasure, I slowly stroked my face, gathered his cum 
on the fingers of one hand, and licked them saying as 
I did so, "Delicious! So delicious!" 

The audience went wild. I heaved myself to my feet and 
somehow managed to bow to each side of the cat-walk. I 
skirted the couch and made my way to the main stage, 
where the curtain closed raggedly behind me. For the 
first time I tasted the joy of an audience ovation. In 
the wings one of the professional girls was waiting 
for me: she hugged me and wiped my spattered face with 
a wet towel. "You were fantastic!" she said, pushing 
me back, still completely nude, onto the stage. "Take 
the call, take the call!" The curtain opened once more 
and my nakedness was again bathed in stage lighting 
and audience enthusiasm. With a tired smile I bowed to 
my cheering audience, finally kissing my hands to them 
as, still naked, I turned again into the wings. 

A girl brought me my blouse and skirt and helped me 
into them - my bra had vanished as well as the panties 
of course, taken as a souvenir from where I had 
dropped it on the cat-walk. Ken was there, telling me 
how wonderful I was. The MC fussed around. 

"Your girl's great!" he said to Ken. "The audience 
love her. How much does she want to do that every 
night?" 

"She's just an amateur," said Ken firmly, "and anyway 
she's only seventeen." 

"It doesn't matter, we can fix that. How much?" 

"Not now," said Ken. "Can't you see she's tired? She's 
never done this before." 

"But she must! She's a natural. Here's my card. Call 
me any time. We can do a deal." 

Somehow Ken got me outside. On the subway he was 
strangely quiet, but managed to see off home-going 
revellers attracted by the sight of my firm young 
breasts pressing temptingly naked through the 
transparent blouse, those sitting opposite trying to 
look up my little skirt. I sat beside him innocently 
pretending not to understand the effect I was having 
on them. 

"Megumi-san, I was so proud of you," he said at last, 
"watching you up there. But somehow I feel you moving 
away from me. You have real talent. That's what you 
are made to do and whatever happens you will find the 
way to do it. But please don't forget I was your first 
teacher." 

"Yes, _sensei_," I murmured. 

I dropped my head onto his shoulder and pretended to 
be asleep, but in fact I had much to think about. For 
the first time I had shown myself off completely naked 
in public to an appreciative audience. I still tingled 
all over at the remembered thrill of it. For a long 
time now an instinct deep inside me had been telling 
me that I wanted to do that more than anything else in 
the world - but now I _knew_, beyond any possible 
doubt, that I had found my true vocation. And then I 
had invited a complete stranger to join me on stage 
and he had fucked me gloriously while the rest of the 
audience watched and cheered us both on. Sex in 
private with Ken was delightful, and so I hoped it 
would always be with the many other lovers I intended 
to have: but the truest joy was to be nude for the 
pleasure of a real audience, offering myself to be 
fucked while I luxuriated in the intoxicating incense 
of their shared lust. I was still very young, as the 
man from Marucho had unkindly reminded me: but I had 
an attractive body and a normal young girl's 
insatiable sexual curiosity and desire. Tonight I had 
not only offered my nakedness to anyone who wanted to 
enjoy me: I had been fucked in public for the first 
time. Nude in public. Fucked in public. The words sang 
along with the rhythm of the rushing train. I played 
with the idea that next time I would step down into 
the audience, naked and ready to take any man who 
wanted me. The thought made me shiver with pleasure. I 
had never felt so happy. I had become an adult at 
last, initiated into a great secret and ready to join 
the army of girls blissfully offering their nudity for 
others to enjoy in studios and sex clubs all over 
Japan. I was ready now to do the same. I wanted it 
quite desperately. And if Marucho would not give it to 
me, there were plenty of others who could ... 

I wriggled happily on the upholstered bench as the 
train hurried smoothly through the tunnels, casually 
arranging my legs so as to give the watchers opposite 
a better view up my glistening black miniskirt. It 
felt nice: it was as if their eyes were lightly 
tickling me. I wondered idly what my lover of an hour 
ago had done with my panties: did he collect souvenirs 
like that, or did he throw them out when he had 
finished with the girl who had worn them and she had 
been given her reward for teasing and stimulating him 
so prettily? What a lot I had to learn! I fell asleep 
wondering about it. 


CHAPTER XI

Part-Time Work

After that there wasn't much to do except wait till my 
eighteenth birthday. I left school that spring at the 
end of the school year. My best friend Kimiko, Ken's 
sister, stayed on another year and I saw much less of 
her, but I still spent time with Ken most days. My 
mother began to fuss that I wasn't making any effort 
to get a job with any of the big companies like the 
other school-leavers were doing, but I told her I had 
a big chance with one company which did not recruit 
till the autumn - which was largely true. 

Through Ken I got occasional jobs in film studios: not 
in front of the cameras but doing odd jobs around the 
place and learning a lot about how things worked, 
which I thought might be useful one day. That brought 
a bit of money in, but not enough. And I was always 
reliving my wonderful experience at the strip-club, 
dreaming of repeating it. Well, why not? There was 
nothing I could do about achieving my long-term aim 
until I was eighteen, but meanwhile ... why shouldn't 
I earn some money and satisfy my longings at the same 
time? 

I didn't know then, of course, that appearing nude, 
and better still being fucked, in front of an audience 
is not only a delightful thing to do - it is also 
highly addictive. For a girl who has once had that 
wonderful experience there is no going back. She 
dreams all the time of repeating it, and her desire 
will find its way of achieving fulfilment. When I at 
last decided to call the number on the business card 
the MC at the strip show had given Ken, and tell him I 
was ready for work, I thought I was being practical 
about earning much-needed money. But in truth I was 
being driven by a helpless addiction to public nudity 
and sex - an addiction which I devoutly hope can never 
be cured. Feeding it is the centre of my life now. I 
say "feeding it" because I know that, however joyful 
it is to fuck before an audience, the satisfaction is 
brief and only inflames my need to do it again as soon 
as possible. Satisfying and at the same time 
deliberately inflaming that desire, I am the happiest 
girl in the world - and I think I make a lot of other 
people happy too. 

I met the MC one morning in the empty theatre to 
discuss a deal. I sat on the edge of the catwalk and 
smiled innocently up at him as he talked. There was a 
smell of cheap perfume and stale beer, which vividly 
brought back to me my feelings at the time of my first 
appearance on the stage. The memory reinforced my 
determination and made me glad I had come. 

The manager was still keen to have me. He said it 
would give his customers a special thrill if I 
pretended each time to be a girl in the audience who 
suddenly decided to get up and give an amateur show. 
Of course, that couldn't go on for long because his 
regulars would soon begin to recognise me. But then he 
could make a big thing out of how I had been 
"discovered" in his theatre, and how I loved stripping 
and fucking for them so much that I had turned 
professional so as to be able to do it all the time. 

However, I was a bit startled when he suggested three 
performances a night, including week-ends but with 
(obviously) a few days off every month, and explained 
that he would retain the right to sell on some of them 
to other nearby establishments. It wasn't that I 
objected to working so hard - on the contrary, it was 
more than I had dared hope for - but I wanted to be 
reassured that all these clubs would expect me, like 
his, to strip fully nude and fuck at least one member 
of the audience. That, after all, was what I wanted to 
do. Nothing less would satisfy me. 

"You're new to this game, aren't you?" he said with a 
leer. 

Well, of course, he knew I was. 

"It's nice to meet a beginner who is so keen and 
enjoys it so much," he said, this time with a 
friendlier look on his face. "Yes, you'll be required 
to be nude and you'll be required to fuck on stage. 
You know in this establishment our special trick is 
the girl throwing her panties or g-string into the 
audience. By the way, did anyone tell you to do that 
or did you just know?" 

"I just knew," I replied shyly. "I don't know how I 
knew, it just seemed the obvious thing to do." 

"Nice. You have a real gift for this work." 

I don't see it as work, I found myself thinking. 

"If you call it work," he said, watching me closely. 

This man could read my mind! Was it so obvious that I 
was addicted to stripping and fucking in public, and 
could think of nothing else? 

"But you don't always have to follow the same 
story-line," he continued. "You could come down off 
the stage a little way - " 

"Nude?" I asked anxiously. 

"Sure, nude. What else? And then choose a partner and 
bring him up on stage. Or call out and invite someone 
to come and join you." 

"What happens -" I cleared my throat and tried again. 
"- What happens if I do that and more than one man 
comes?" 

"Well, obviously, you fuck them all."

"Ohhh -" I said. My heart was beating painfully at the 
thought of such a marvel. It was almost too much to 
bear. 

I gladly accepted what he offered me for three 
performances a night, in whichever club he specified; 
but the regular girls soon told me I was being cheated 
and should ask for more - it wasn't in their interest 
to see pay reduced by enthusiastic amateurs like me, 
enjoying ourselves stripping and fucking on stage so 
much that, if asked, we would even do it for nothing. 


[Next in Part 15: Chapter XI continued]

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