Learning_About_Myself.13

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 13

CHAPTER XIII

My First Client

There were just a few days of school left before the 
summer holidays. Our little group of friends who had 
so enjoyed our teasing session with the wimpish Jiro 
made plans to keep in touch and exchange experiences. 
I wasn't the only one who was expecting a string of 
dates set up by an agency, and of course we all wanted 
to hear every detail of the fun our friends Kin and 
Gin would be having as apprentice girls in a 
bath-house. On the last day of school I used the new 
mobile phone Reina had given me to remind the man at 
the "assisted dating" office that I was ready for 
work. He grunted in an irritated way and told me I had 
to wait till he contacted me. But only a few minutes 
later he called back. Perhaps he had indeed forgotten 
about me and it had been a good idea to remind him of 
my existence. I had my first job!

He gave me details of time and place, and the name the 
man was using for our meeting.

"What shall I wear?" I asked eagerly.

"I was just coming to that. He wants you in school 
uniform. Looking as young as you can. No makeup. Hair 
in braids. Standard white underwear."

"Is that _all_?" I asked, disappointed.

"Sure. He's one of my regulars. I know what he likes. 
He went for the pic of you in uniform. So that's what 
you wear. Got it?"

"Yes. Of course," I said, trying to hide my 
disappointment.

"One more thing. As soon as you're out, call this 
number. Written it down? Right. Put it in your mobile. 
You'll just get voicemail. Say your name and the time 
you finished. Nothing else. That way we'll know you're 
safe, and how long he took with you."

He rang off. I at once called Reina. She was more than 
my best friend and guide now: she was my agent.

"I have my first date!" I said at once.

"Well done! How exciting for you!"

"Yes, but ..."

And I poured out my disappointment at being expected 
to present myself as a schoolgirl, when I had been so 
looking forward to dressing up as a sexy little tart 
and embarking on my new life as a sophisticated 
call-girl.

"Now, Saa-chan, surely you understand. Lots of 
Japanese men are fixated on schoolgirls. You must have 
noticed the way they look at you in the subway, and 
try to rub their erections against you in your school 
skirt." I giggled: indeed I had. "They fantasise about 
inviting innocent schoolgirls in their uniforms to 
meet them after class, and seducing them. Or raping 
them. You know what to do. Be as young and innocent as 
you can, scream and struggle, a bit, when you discover 
what he wants to do to you, then submit, and finally 
tell him how wonderful it was and how you want to do 
it again. He'll love it, and so will you."

The following day, I said I was going out to meet 
friends. If my mother was surprised to see me wear my 
school uniform with long loose white socks and flat 
shoes she chose to say nothing. I had scrubbed my face 
and pulled my hair back into a pair of braids. It 
didn't make me feel very sexy, but it was what my 
client had asked for - and of course it was important 
to give satisfaction on my very first assignment. I 
was pleased to notice that a couple of men on the 
subway looked at me with interest; but at that time of 
day the carriage was fairly empty and we were not 
standing close together, so they could not touch me or 
do anything interesting to me. I concentrated on 
looking as innocent and inexperienced as possible.

I found the apartment where my client lived without 
much difficulty and pressed the button with his name 
on it. The sound of a handset being lifted came from 
the intercom speaker.

"This is Hanako," I said.

Again there was no reply, but the front door buzzed 
open. As I had been instructed, I took the elevator to 
the fifth floor. There were four grey metal doors in 
the hallway but I soon identified the right one and 
rang the bell. The door swung open. I repeated my name 
and bowed to the man who appeared. He stood to one 
side, I left my black school shoes in the tiny 
entrance hall with their toes pointing neatly towards 
the front door, and stepped up into the apartment.

My client led the way along a short corridor to the 
living-room. It was plainly furnished with a couch and 
two matching armchairs, a patterned rug on the floor 
and a low table with a "smoking set" of cigarette box, 
lighter and ashtray. The place smelled musty as if it 
was not cleaned or aired very often. The man gestured 
to me to sit at the right end of the couch. I looked 
up at him. He was very ordinary, middle-aged I suppose 
but he could have been anything from 35 to 50, with 
short-cropped hair, glasses and wearing jeans and a 
dark T-shirt. If I had been asked to describe him 
after our encounter the description would have fitted 
millions of Japanese men.

"Tea?" he asked.

It wasn't quite the opening to our session I had 
expected. I tried to reply, cleared my throat and 
managed to thank him shyly. He went into a tiny 
kitchen leading off the living-room and returned with 
two cups of Japanese tea on plastic saucers. He put 
them down on the table, returned to the kitchen and 
brought a plate with a small slice of cake decorated 
with green sugar. He sat beside me, picked up one of 
the cups and slurped the tea noisily.

"Please," he said, gesturing at the plate.

I drank the tea gratefully and managed out of 
politeness to eat half the slice of cake, which was 
dull and dry. It seemed strange to be behaving 
politely to this man who had bought me for an hour, 
but it seemed to be what he expected. While I ate and 
drank he asked me about my school, where I lived and 
what my hobbies were. I answered briefly and shyly, 
avoiding the truth as I had been advised by the man 
from the agency.

When I at last put my cup down he placed his right 
hand on my thigh, moving it up and down and stroking 
me through the thick material of my skirt. Then he 
shifted to sit at an angle to me. Now his left hand 
was stroking my leg and his right began to unbutton my 
jacket. I stiffened and pretended to be shocked. Using 
both hands he slipped the jacket over my shoulders and 
down my arms, and started to undo my school blouse and 
pull it over my head. I did not resist but looked at 
him in amazement. Soon he had pulled my jacket and 
blouse from around me and dropped them on the floor. 
His hands were now stroking my breasts through the 
clumsy white bra.

"Nice," he said. "Very nice."

"Do you ... do you think so?" I asked in the tones of 
a Japanese girl welcoming praise but unsure of 
herself.

Thinking that he would want to reach behind me and 
unfasten the bra I leant forward a little as if by 
accident, but instead he pushed it upwards so that it 
hung round my neck while freeing my breasts. He 
stroked them and pinched them, flicked the nipples and 
then leant forward so that he could suck them. He made 
no effort to be affectionate to me: he handled me as 
if I were just an object. I decided all the same it 
was my job to seem to be enjoying it so, very daring, 
I put one hand very lightly on the back of his head. 
His right arm was round me now and then I felt his 
left hand lifting my skirt and stroking my bare thigh. 
I let out little gasps and whimpers, a mixture of 
protest and pleasure.

Now he did unfasten my bra. I let it fall forward down 
my arms and he pulled it off, throwing it down to join 
my jacket and blouse. He returned to sucking and 
kissing my breasts and stroking my thigh. It felt nice 
but he seemed uncertain about what to do next.

"Shall we stand up for a moment?" I asked in my best 
little-girl voice.

He released me and for a while we stood together. He 
kissed me clumsily; then I turned my back to him and 
leant against him so that he could stroke my breasts. 
Well, I thought, if he won't unfasten my skirt I'll 
have to do it for him. I released the belt and let the 
clumsy uniform skirt fall. I stepped out of it and 
turned to face him again, now wearing only my 
regulation school knickers and the long white socks 
which some Japanese men find so inexplicably erotic.

"Do I please you like this?" I asked innocently.

He grunted assent, and grabbed at me. I let out a 
little squeal and then smiled, hoping that pert 
lasciviousness would provoke him into action.

"In here," he said at last, pulling me towards the 
bedroom door. He threw me down onto an imperfectly 
made bed and I held out my arms to him. He tore off 
his T-shirt and trousers, revealing a pair of 
patterned shorts decorated with a cartoon rabbit. I 
did my best to avoid giggling, and he lay heavily on 
top of me, fondling my breasts again and kissing me. I 
was able to get my hands down towards my hips and 
began pushing at the waistband of my knickers with my 
fingers.

"Please help me," I whispered.

He rolled off me and pulled the knickers down while I 
helped him by lifting my bottom and bending my knees. 
He did not take the knickers off completely, but left 
them dangling round one of my ankles, tangled up with 
the sock on that foot. I guessed he had seen that done 
in cheap porn movies. He gazed at my exposed crotch.

"_Paipan_," he said. "Nice."

"I'm so happy it pleases you," I said submissively.

At last he pulled off his own shorts and tossed them 
aside. He was erect and ready all right. He put his 
hands under my knees and folded me into the W shape 
many Japanese men like, my pussy forced wide open. 
Freeing his right hand he used it to guide his cock 
into my waiting love-hole, while I screamed with a 
mixture of genuine surprise and pretend pleasure. His 
right hand was now under my bottom, lifting me a 
little way off the bed as he thrust into me. It didn't 
take him long to come, while I encouraged him with 
gasps and cries of "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

It was good to feel the hot sperm spurting into my 
cunt again, even if there had been little pleasure in 
the build-up to his orgasm. He quickly pulled out of 
me and knelt looking down at me, while cum dripped 
from my cunt onto the sheet.

"Oh, that was _so_ nice!" I said. "Thank you! I didn't 
know it could be so nice!"

He smiled, happy to have achieved his objective and to 
have taught his little pupil to appreciate the joys of 
fucking. He looked quite kind and nice, I thought, 
once he was relaxed and not under the stress of having 
to prove himself. I felt glad that my innocent 
pretence at climax and of having been introduced to 
previously unknown pleasure had given him calm and 
satisfaction. I began to sit up.

"May I use the bathroom?" I asked, indicating a door 
from then bedroom which surely had to lead to what I 
needed.

"Of course."

I scrambled off the bed and removed my knickers and 
the ridiculous loose socks which were destroying any 
pretence of glamour and sophistication. I walked naked 
towards the bathroom, then turned to smile at him with 
innocent provocation. Inside there were a cheap 
western-style lavatory with a cracked plastic seat and 
a tiny shower with a hand-spray on a plastic hose. I 
peed and cleaned myself, and dried myself as best I 
could with the cheap hand-towel. I unbraided my hair 
and shook it free to flow down my back. When I emerged 
he went to use the bathroom himself and I returned to 
the living-room. It had all been over very quickly, 
and there were still some minutes left of the hour he 
had paid for.

He was wearing his ridiculous shorts again when he 
joined me. My turn to teach him now, I thought with a 
sudden flash of insight. I stood on tiptoe, pressed my 
naked body against him, reached up and stroked his 
short wiry hair.

"Wouldn't you like to do it to me again?" I murmured 
flirtatiously. "We have plenty of time."

I felt him stiffen again at this new challenge to 
prove his sexual competence. I let my hands drift down 
his chest, stroking him as they went. When they 
reached his waist, I pulled down his shorts. It would 
certainly take time to stimulate him into readiness. I 
began to stroke his arse with one hand and his back 
with the other.

"It was so nice, what you did to me," I whispered. I 
thought for a moment: he would know of course that I 
was no virgin. "I had done it before, of course, but 
it was never like that." That at least was true. 
"Won't you please do it to me more," I wheedled with a 
coquettish little smile, my hands now stroking his 
flaccid cock, "and make me happy again?"

Without waiting for an answer I pushed him gently down 
into one of the armchairs. Quickly I pulled one of the 
couch cushions onto the floor and knelt neatly in 
front of him, knees together, hands stroking his cock 
and balls, the obedient slave waiting for her master's 
permission to pleasure him. I could feel strength 
returning to him.

"This is the way I like it best," I said. "And some 
gentlemen have been kind enough to praise the way I do 
it."

I was no longer the innocent schoolgirl being 
instructed in the joys of fucking by an experienced 
older man. Nude and having shed the last vestiges of 
school uniform, I was now the skilful little 
cock-sucker eager to show off her talents. I kissed 
the tip of his growing erection and slowly drew it 
into my mouth. Soon my lips and tongue brought his 
masculinity to its full strength again. I withdrew it 
from my mouth, licked and kissed it, and looked up at 
him pleadingly.

"Please relax and let me do nice things to you," I 
said softly. "I _love_ doing this, and I think you 
will like it too."

He lay back in his chair and I set to work. It took a 
long while to bring him close to a second orgasm, but 
I managed it in the end while he rolled from side to 
side in the chair and told me how wonderful I was. At 
last I felt his cock thicken as the hot cum burst up 
from his balls and filled my mouth. Well, not 
"filled", perhaps; this was not the fresh, eager lust 
of a first loving encounter. But he hadn't done badly 
and the look on his face showed that he had enjoyed it 
and was relieved to have triumphed.

I sat back on my heels, opened my mouth a little and 
let him watch me swirl his cum around my tongue. Cum 
always tastes good, regardless of the man who shoots 
it. That is why cock-sucking is such a favourite of 
mine. I let the mixture of cum and saliva dribble from 
my lips and spatter on my firm breasts. He watched 
with fascination: had he really never enjoyed the 
pretty sight of a girl's face and breasts decorated 
with translucent blobs and streaks of newly harvested 
sperm?

I glanced at my watch. His time was up. I stood and 
walked, as provocatively as I could, to the bathroom, 
rinsed out my mouth and wiped my breasts on the towel. 
It occurred to me briefly that he would need to wash 
the sheets and towel, but that was not my business. I 
collected my knickers and socks from the bedroom and 
let him watch me as I dressed again in my uniform. 
When I was ready I bowed respectfully.

"Thank you," I said. "I enjoyed that very much. I hope 
I gave you satisfaction."

He said nothing in reply but indicated a narrow brown 
envelope which was lying on the low table.

"That is for you," he said.

"Oh, thank you! But ..."

"You did well."

"Perhaps you will ask for me again," I said as I 
stepped into my shoes, privately hoping he wouldn't.

As soon as I had left the building, I called the 
number at the agency and left a brief message stating 
my name and the time I had finished with the client. 
Then I walked thoughtfully back towards the subway 
station. The encounter hadn't been much fun, and I had 
been looking forward to it so much! I had imagined 
that my new career as a call-girl would mean a whole 
series of exciting sexual encounters with stimulating 
partners, in which I would wear thrillingly 
provocative clothes and do, or have done to me, the 
things I most adored with the added pleasure of being 
paid for them. Clearly it wasn't always going to be 
like that. But then, when I thought over the past 
hour, I began to feel a sort of modest triumph, if 
that is a possible combination. I had taken the lead 
and been in charge. I had seen at once the sort of 
girl he was dreaming of, young, innocent and 
inexperienced; and I had played the part correctly and 
led him to the climax he wanted. More important, I had 
found a way of stimulating him to a second orgasm 
which he had not expected, acting both innocent and 
sexy at the same time. Not so bad for my first 
assignment. I had satisfied my client, myself and my 
mentors. My mother had urged on me the importance of 
sincerity and commitment in my new career - never mind 
what she thought that career was. Reina and Kato-san 
hoped I would show myself as a true professional.

I thought they would all have been pleased with me if 
they could have seen me at work.


[Next in Part 14: Chapter XIV: My Second Client]

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