We Always Do It For Real.15

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 15

[CHAPTER XI CONTINUED]

One or two of the girls were jealous of me as a 
popular newcomer, but I made a few friends. They gave 
me useful tips on improving my on-stage technique; and 
we exchanged information on which shops were best for 
the endless supply of sexy bras and panties that we 
needed.[8] Asakusa is where the bar-girls and other 
sex professionals buy their pretty provocative 
outfits, so there was a wide choice. There are also 
good shoe shops, and I experimented with different 
styles - I soon learned to be comfortable strutting up 
and down the stage in much higher heels than I could 
have managed only a month before. 

Despite these expenses and temptations, I earned 
enough to help my mother with the household expenses, 
and sometimes I could pay my way when Ken and I went 
out together. I found it quite a solemn moment when I 
received my first real money for exhibiting myself 
naked to an audience. Of course it wasn't the film 
studio work I had set my heart on, but I was on my 
way. I bought an account-book and started keeping 
records. 

Sometimes, when I was still pretending to be an 
amateur, sitting in the audience, enraptured by the 
skill of the girl who was on before me, I would feel a 
hand exploring my thigh and creeping up my miniskirt 
and, when I reacted, a hoarse voice would invite me to 
go outside for a while for something more intimate. I 
always refused politely, saying that I was due shortly 
to rejoin my "protector" as I called Ken. I already 
drew a careful distinction between the public nudity 
and fucking that I loved so much, and casual 
prostitution. If I were to go off after the show with 
a man, it wouldn't be for money, and he would have to 
be someone really special whom I genuinely wanted for 
private pleasure. 

As the MC had told me, the different clubs where I 
worked had different routines for choosing a man from 
the audience for the climax of the act. I had a 
sentimental liking for the method of throwing my 
panties to the audience at random and giving myself to 
the man who found them, because it was associated in 
my mind with the happy memory of my first ever public 
performance. But the other ways were fun too. Once I 
had a very special experience which I want to tell you 
about; otherwise this account of my months as a 
full-time stripper would be incomplete. 

One evening - I had just completed my second show at 
my "home" club and was walking off, still nude, into 
the wings - the MC came to give me my instructions for 
my third engagement. He looked at me strangely, I 
thought. 

"Sanae's off tonight," he said, referring to his most 
experienced girl. "Her period started a few days 
early. Or so she says. I expect she's really off with 
a lover. But never mind - I'll deal with her later. So 
your third show will be here. Taking over from her." 
He handed me a slip of paper with the address. "Get 
into costume fast and grab a taxi: you'll just make 
it. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Do a good job, will you? It's a very high-class 
place. Very choosy. Normally they'll only take Sanae 
but I've persuaded them their clients will go for 
you." 

"Thank you, sir. Any special requirements?" I asked, 
heading for the little room which served as the only 
dressing-room. He looked at me with a leer. 

"No. Well, yes; but you'll find out. Just do your 
panty-throwing routine and take it from there." 

There was no time to discuss it further, and anyway in 
my youthful self-confidence I was sure I could handle 
it, whatever it was. The club was in a more modern 
building than the ones I usually worked in, and 
peering discreetly round the edge of the curtain and 
watching the girl who was on before me I could see 
that the theatre was very high-class by Asakusa 
standards. There were rows of swivel chairs along the 
edges of the stage and cat-walk, and there seemed to 
be empty floor-space beyond. The chairs were nearly 
all occupied and some men were standing around at the 
back. 

The girl before me finished her act, came off stage 
and smiled at me encouragingly. She was tall and very 
beautiful, with firm high breasts: the MC had been 
right about the high quality on offer at this club. 
The manager went out on stage and introduced me, doing 
his best to present me as a worthwhile new attraction. 
There was some indifferent applause - and I was on. 

I did my usual strip, as seductively as I could, but 
there wasn't the enthusiastic response I was used to. 
Rather piqued, I walked to the end of the catwalk 
where it spread to a little square stage of its own, 
and danced as vigorously and sexily as I could to the 
fast music. I was nude by then of course, and the time 
was coming to choose my partner for the climax. As I 
threw away my panties, I looked round and saw that 
something extraordinary had happened: the whole length 
of the catwalk behind me had sunk into the floor and I 
was standing all alone on a square platform in the 
middle of the auditorium! Men had gathered round it 
and were looking up at me. How was I to get back to 
the main stage? Well, that was for later. Already a 
man was coming up the shallow steps to join me on my 
platform. 

There was no couch to screw on but the platform was 
thickly carpeted and he fucked me on the floor. He was 
a wonderful lover and took his time: my orgasms were 
fast and overwhelming, and I had no attention to 
spare. Only when it was over and he thoughtfully 
helped me to my feet did I see that the platform too 
had sunk to floor level. I was no longer dominating my 
audience from a stage - I was standing among them all, 
completely nude apart from my heels! 

Of course it was naughty of the MC at my club not to 
tell me what to expect. But in fact I was grateful to 
him: if I had known, I would have been nervous 
throughout my performance, and I wouldn't have felt 
that wonderful thrill when I finally realised what was 
about to happen to me. I had never been to a real sex 
party - I was still too young - so I had no experience 
of how to behave, but imagining myself nude and the 
only girl in a room full of men was one of my 
masturbation fantasies - as it surely is of most girls 
- so I wasn't frightened. A man was holding me gently 
by the waist and others took my hands, drawing me away 
from the patch of floor where my platform had been, 
and I gladly let them do it. I heard one man say to 
another, "They say she's only just fifteen," and for a 
moment I was indignant. At seventeen one feels 
sophisticated and doesn't want to be thought of as 
young! I soon realised though that it was clever of 
the manager to spread the rumour - it added to the 
piquancy of my nude availability. I could now see that 
there were couches arranged around the area beyond the 
seats, and acted coy and inexperienced as they took me 
to one of them. 

I soon lost count of the number of men who had me that 
evening. I would like to claim that every man in the 
audience fucked me at least once; but there were other 
attractions. The catwalk was soon raised again and 
other girls were taking their turn at stripping and 
fucking. But nonetheless it was my first experience of 
real multiple fucking and of course I adored it. I 
suppose it went on for a couple hours before I was 
allowed to return to the backstage area, faint with 
pleasure and with cum dripping from my cunt and my 
mouth. 

Of course I still sometimes perform at strip clubs, 
promoting sales of my videos and other Marucho 
products. I love doing it: it is a delightful change 
from my work before the camera. But when I look back 
on those months when I was stripping and fucking on 
stage night after night I see them as the fourth 
important stage in my sexual development. All those 
years ago, my cruel and beloved schoolteacher had 
taught me how erotic pain could be. With Ken, I had 
learnt that being able to enjoy sex with a willing and 
thoughtful partner was the greatest gift life has to 
bestow on a girl: as I have described it before, a 
special miracle I can repeat whenever I want to. Then 
I found that I was in love with the camera: its single 
eye coolly examining my nudity the greatest 
stimulation I had yet discovered, even greater than 
the caresses of the most skilful human lover. Just one 
eye, but through it thousands - millions! - could see 
me and desire me. Of course I had become an 
exhibitionist - or was I born one? - who derived 
erotic pleasure from shamelessly showing off her 
nakedness, but the erotic feeling of being on camera 
came from simply not knowing who would be peeping at 
me through the keyhole of that appraising lens. And 
now I had made a fourth discovery in my sexual life: 
the pleasure of doing the same thing to a live 
audience, responding as every actress does to the 
different atmosphere each time I was on stage, holding 
my spectators rapt and silent in a fantasy drama we 
were enacting together. Of course I ended my 
performance with a live fuck, just as I would fuck 
actors when I started working before Marucho's 
cameras, but the point is that by the time I had got 
that far the members of the audience were actors too, 
contributing to my performance just as much as if they 
had been on stage with me from the start; and plucking 
one man out to help me complete my act seemed entirely 
natural and nothing to do with the strip-club 
manager's view that this was part of what I was paid 
for. One man fucked me each time on behalf of them all 
in appreciation of my act; and in fucking him I fucked 
them all and thanked them for the pleasure their 
admiration had given me. 

For me, the big moment in my performance was when I at 
last removed my panties and, standing deliciously 
naked on the cat-walk, threw them at random into the 
audience: I was then committed to fucking whoever 
brought them back to me. I never looked where they 
landed - they changed hands a lot anyway, sometimes 
after noisy argument or financial negotiation. I 
wondered all the time who it would be. I used to look 
at an individual man in the audience - lips slightly 
parted, a secret smile on my face, glancing up at him 
from under modestly lowered eyelids - and say to him 
in my mind: "Is it you? Look at what I have for you. 
Look at my lovely body. See my pretty pussy spread out 
for you. Look at the virginal arsehole my fingers are 
holding open just for you to see. Surely you want to 
enjoy all these beautiful things. Don't you wish it 
was your hands caressing them? You can't leave me here 
frustrated and stroking them by myself. They are yours 
if you want them. All you have to do is find my 
panties and bring them to me. Then I will be entirely 
and completely yours to do what you like with. Oh, I 
do hope it will be you! I hope it will be _your_ cock 
that enters my holes, _your_ cum that spurts hot over 
my face and breasts!" 

Of course I never said it out loud. That would have 
broken my power over them all. But I think I learnt 
early on to have a personal relationship with 
individuals in the audience which has become my 
special characteristic. Whenever I perform, whether 
live or on video, I do it for one special man. 
Sometimes it's for a real man who I know is watching; 
sometimes I invent someone. But often a fan has told 
me my videos made him feel as if I were stripping and 
masturbating and displaying my nudity for him 
personally, and only for him. That makes me very 
happy. 

I felt a bit guilty when the time came to tell the MC 
of the establishment where I had been so happy that I 
was moving on. He was philosophical about it. Several 
new girls had offered themselves at Amateur Nights and 
one or two had been pretty and talented enough to be 
worth training up to take my place. Anyway, as he 
said, Japan is full of young girls keen to enter the 
sex industry - and a club like his was mostly just a 
first step on the ladder. As it had been for me. 


FOOTNOTES

[8] Well, think about it: three performances a night, 
with my underwear almost always taken away as 
souvenirs! 


[Next in Part 16: Chapter XII: Megumi Begins her 
Career]

For complete series so far see 
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