I AM NOT ASHAMED 14

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED
BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO

CHAPTER XIV

The Second Test

I arrived at the office punctually as usual on Monday, 
determined to swallow my pride and ask Shizue where a 
girl should go to buy the really sexy clothes I longed 
to wear. But I forgot about that the moment I saw the 
envelope on my desk. The Second Test was about to 
begin at last! 

Dear Kimiko, 

We showed your video to our friends at our regular 
party on Friday night, and everyone agreed you were 
_fantastic_! It doesn't matter that you only went as 
far as Kyoto: the important thing is that you picked 
up a man, just as we told you to, and made him pay for 
the weekend. And what _incredible_ sex you had! 
Bondage, whipping, caning, golden showers - and those 
beautiful little tattoos! You do know what they mean, 
don't you? From now on you can never deny the truth 
about yourself. Every time you show yourself to a 
lover, you will be telling him that what you _really_ 
want is to be tied up and whipped! Lucky you! 

Some of our group are desperate to see you and make 
you submit to all the lovely things you enjoy so much. 
So we agreed to invite you to our next meeting. It's 
on Friday, 22 October. Put it in your diary now. 
You'll get instructions later. Remember, this is not 
just a social invitation. It will be your final Test. 
You are going to be tried out by a real expert, not 
just a casual pick-up, and we warn you he will be 
difficult to please. 

But to begin with you need suitable clothes, and 
buying them for yourself will be your Second Test. You 
made a good start with your new wardrobe yesterday, 
but you don't really know much about sexy things, do 
you? You need to go where the professionals and 
experts do their shopping. So some evening this week 
after work you are to go to Asakusa. You know where 
the big Kannon Temple is, of course. About a third of 
the way down the approach, on the left after the 
Kaminari Gate, there is a big shoe-shop. Professional 
girls buy their shoes there - the shop has lots of 
sexy things! For the party you will need a really 
exciting dress and the shoes to go with it. It's up to 
you to discover where to buy the dress: that's part of 
the Test. We're just pointing you in the right 
direction by telling you to go to Asakusa; but if you 
choose something _really_ sexy in the shoe-shop, and 
then ask where you can find a sexy dress to match, 
someone will probably help you. 

On Thursday you'll get instructions on where to find 
the party where you will submit to your final Test. 
Meanwhile, enjoy your shopping! 

- Tomoko and Shizue 

I was absolutely thrilled. Not only was I being 
accepted by a group of people I desperately wanted to 
please: Tomoko and Shizue had answered my question on 
where to buy the clothes I wanted. It would never have 
occurred to me to look for them in Asakusa. Of course 
I had been there: the Kannon Temple is one of the 
sights of Tokyo, a rare traditional area which 
survived the earthquake, the war and the modern 
rebuilding. I remembered a broad pedestrian street of 
shops in front of the Temple, but surely they sold 
nothing but souvenirs and furniture for Buddhist 
altars. The "professional" girls bought their clothes 
there, did they? I was sure that meant the bar-girls 
and prostitutes whose life-style fascinated me. 
Despite my - secretly rather thrilling - experience 
yesterday afternoon, I didn't really want to _be_ one 
of them, but I longed to _look_ the way they did! Why 
wait? I would go to Asakusa that very evening. 
Checking that my boss was not in his office, I 
daringly telephoned my mother and briefly told her I 
would be late home. She seemed surprisingly relaxed 
about it, hardly realising that her younger daughter 
was preparing to do something which would determine 
her whole future life. Maybe Fumiko had already spoken 
to her and urged her not to fuss over me. 

It was already nearly dark when I walked through the 
Kaminari-mon or Thunder Gate, a gigantic structure 
painted in red lacquer, the Buddhist deities of 
thunder and lightning on guard beside it, an enormous 
paper lantern hanging from the roof. The approach to 
the Kannon Temple was a cheerful place, full of 
families out for a cheap evening, young girls in tarty 
dresses pretending not to notice they were being eyed 
by young men, groups of schoolgirls in uniform 
giggling as they were eyed by older men. I felt a 
little out of place in my smart office clothes. I soon 
spotted the shoe-shop on the left: a big place largely 
open to the pedestrian street. Before entering I 
walked on further. I was hoping to identify a suitable 
dress-shop so as to spare myself the embarrassment of 
enquiring; but also some instinct told me a new 
enterprise like this should first be blessed by a 
prayer to the Lord Buddha. 

At the end of the shopping street was another huge 
gate, and then an open square from which the temple 
itself was visible. On the left were the Shinto 
shrines where the spirits of this sacred place were 
worshipped in a different but harmonious way; in the 
centre was a large incense burner. A group of elderly 
people - mostly women - were clustered round it, 
waving the smoke onto the parts of their bodies which 
suffered from aches and pains in the hope that it 
would do them good. I walked on. To the right was a 
covered fountain with long-handled cups for the use of 
visitors. I rinsed one of them, then poured a little 
of the clear water over my hands and washed out my 
mouth. Purified, I approached the temple and walked up 
the broad steps with the other worshippers. It was 
dark inside but I could make out the gilded female 
statue of Kannon, the Buddha of mercy and compassion. 
I threw some coins into the big collection box at the 
top of the steps, taking care to be generous and make 
up for having had nothing to give at the Kiyomizu 
Temple in Kyoto. I bowed for a few moments over my 
folded hands before turning away and going back down 
the steps. There was no need to say, even silently, 
what I wanted: the Lord Buddha would know - had always 
known, even before I did. 

The shoe-shop was so big I hardly knew where to start. 
Even after I had eliminated displays of "sensible" or 
outdoor footwear, there was rack after rack of 
charmingly sexy shoes with narrow heels, ankle-straps 
hinting sweetly at bondage, pretty open sandals which 
would show my feet almost naked - nearly every pair I 
tried on flattering my legs delightfully. An assistant 
tried to help me, but I was so overwhelmed by choice 
that she soon left me to make up my own mind. 

"Now _they_ really suit you," said a woman's voice 
behind me. 

I was trying on - for the third time - a pair in 
glittering silver with absurdly high heels and pretty 
silver ankle-chains, and had almost decided to buy 
them. I swung round, nearly overbalancing on the 
needle-sharp spike heels which were making my legs 
look so slender and shapely in the floor-level mirror. 

"Thank you," I said. 

She was rather older than me, and dressed smartly in a 
short green skirt and matching shoes with gold heels. 
She carried a coat over her arm. 

"But what kind of dress are you planning to wear with 
them? Will they go with it all right?" 

Of course I had no idea. I looked at her beseechingly. 

"I was planning to buy a dress too, but I don't know 
where ... do you know the shops in this 
neigh­bourhood?" I managed to stammer out at last. 

"Sure! I work nearby and buy most of my clothes round 
here. Why don't I show you? I'm in no hurry." 

"Oh, but ..." 

"Now, I can see you love those shoes, and they 
certainly do a lot for you, but why don't we see if we 
can find you a dress to match? Leave them here for the 
moment - no one's going to walk off with them in the 
next few minutes - and I'll take you to one of my 
favourite dress-shops." 

"You're being very kind," I murmured. "My name's 
Kimiko, by the way. Kimiko Kobayashi." 

"Hello, Kimiko. I'm Sachiko." She looked at my OL 
uniform. "I can see you work in an office." 

"Yes, in Shinagawa." 

"I used to work in an office, till I realised the Gods 
made girls to do more exciting things than serving tea 
and filing papers. Better paid things, too. Come with 
me." 

She led me out of the shop and down the street at a 
brisk pace, the heels of her pretty green-and-gold 
shoes tapping on the stone pavement and her wide short 
skirt swinging sexily. She took a turning and soon I 
became lost as we zigzagged through the ill-lit 
back-streets. 

"Sachiko-san! Welcome! What can we do for you this 
evening?" said a cheerful male voice as we entered a 
shop. It was open to the street like the shoe-shop, 
though of course it was much smaller: bunches of 
dresses protected by clear plastic covers were hanging 
on racks protruding onto the pavement. 

"Nothing for me today, thanks, but I've brought you my 
new friend Kimiko who needs a sexy dress to please her 
lover." 

"Well, she's come to the right place for that. No 
lover was ever dissatisfied with a girl who wore one 
of _our_ dresses. You know my motto, Sachiko-san: if 
you wear one of ours on a date and don't get fucked, 
bring it back and we'll change it. Either that or you 
change your lover." He laughed easily, and looked me 
over. "Well, what sort of thing are you looking for, 
Kimiko-san? What turns him on - whoever he is, the 
lucky man?" 

"I've found a pair of silver shoes," I said firmly, 
refusing to be disconcerted by this banter, "glittery 
and with very high heels. So I'd like something in 
silver to go with them." 

"Short, of course?" 

"Yes please. As short as possible." 

"No problem." 

The young man reached for a long pole with a hook at 
one end and began searching skilfully through the rows 
of dresses hanging overhead. Soon he had half-a-dozen 
different styles to offer me. 

"That's about all we have in silver in your size just 
now. They're all short, but if you like one of them 
and want it even shorter we can fix that for you 
quickly enough. Come inside and try them on." 

"Inside" was still rather exposed to the street and 
there was no changing-room, but I soon got used to the 
idea of displaying myself in underwear and tights 
while I tried on the young man's suggestions. With 
Sachiko's expert advice I was soon able to make a 
choice. It was in glittering silver, a tight sheath 
from below my breasts to well above my knees, 
completed by a little halter-neck top which more or 
less covered my breasts. Tied to the plastic hanger 
was a sweet little g-string in the same glittering 
material - just a tiny triangle with narrow straps to 
tie in bows on my hips. 

"Of course when you're wearing a bra you can't really 
see how nice it looks on you." 

Demurely I turned my back on him and removed the lacy 
white bra of my office uniform, then retied the silver 
bow behind my neck. I could tell without looking that 
the young man was enjoying the glimpses of my naked 
breasts through the sides of the loose upper part of 
the dress. I didn't mind: it was nice to know I 
pleased him. I looked at myself in the mirror. I stood 
on tip-toe to imagine how my legs would look supported 
by the lovely high heels I had already chosen. I 
raised my arms and piled my hair on top of my head, 
trying how I looked with my back fully bared. The 
skirt rose higher but still just managed to cover my 
bottom and crotch. 

"Very nice, dear," said Sachiko. "I really think you 
should have that. But it needs to be a bit shorter and 
rather tighter." 

"Do you really think so?" 

"Yes, of course! A dress like that needs to look as if 
it's been _painted_ on. And it should show a glimpse 
of your panties when you lift your arms over your 
head, and it doesn't even begin to do that, does it? 
But do you like it otherwise?" 

"I love it," I said firmly. 

"Right, that's settled." She turned to the young man. 
"How soon can you have the alterations done?" 

"Er - Wednesday?" he suggested tentatively. 

"That will be all right," I said. "I don't need to 
wear it till Friday." 

"The top's fine, of course," said Sachiko. "Those 
pretty breasts of yours fill it nicely." 

The silver triangles of the halter-neck only partly 
covered my breasts, and my hard nipples visibly 
pointed through the thin cloth. I expected the young 
man would want to take my measurements, but instead he 
just walked round me examining me carefully. From 
behind I felt his hands lightly hold my waist and then 
my bottom. 

"Yes, I've got it, take the seams in here and _here_ 
so that it's really tightly stretched ... that should 
look very nice ... and how much off the skirt, two 
centimetres?" 

"Three," said Sachiko firmly. "Maybe four." She took 
hold of the front of the skirt and the tips of her 
fingers briefly brushed my crotch. "Well, let's say 
three-and-a-half. That should do it." 

"Well, if you'd like to take it off and leave it with 
me," said the young man, "it'll be ready for you on 
Wednesday evening. And if I may," he added, "I'll find 
you a pair of long silver gloves to go with it. No 
extra charge, of course: just something to welcome a 
new customer. I think that will look very nice - don't 
you?" 

Silently, lost in a dream of delicious sensuality, I 
changed back into my uniform. I was so preoccupied I 
could not even answer at first when he asked my full 
name. Sachiko told him, and the young man wrote it on 
a piece of paper which he pinned to my dress before 
hanging it in a corner with other clothes awaiting 
alteration. 

"Now I'll allow you to buy those shoes!" said Sachiko 
gaily. "We'll tell the shop to keep them for you, and 
you can pick them up on Wednesday at the same time." 

I was still silent. The sensation of the tight dress 
on my body had stirred some very special memories - a 
desire to feel the whole of myself as intimately 
embraced as _his_ cock must have felt, gripped by my 
narrow anus ... 

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" the young 
man asked politely. 

"Yes," I said, making up my mind at last. "Something 
quite different. D'you have a corset? I mean -" I was 
not quite sure what I _did_ mean "- not one of those 
old-fashioned things, something nice, to hold me 
really tight, that people will enjoy looking at ..." 

"Of course, I know just what you want. Come to the 
back of the shop and I'll show you." 

Right at the back were shelves and a tiny counter. He 
began to lay things out for me. 

"What colour did you have in mind? Most of what we 
have is in black - that's very popular." 

"Shiny black is best," said Sachiko firmly, "if you've 
never worn one before." 

"Would you like it to cover your breasts? Or are you 
thinking of something that just constricts your 
waist?" 

"Just my waist," I murmured. 

The thought of the contrast between my waist cruelly 
bound by the shiny black material, and my breasts and 
bottom flaunting naked and unrestrained, was so 
exciting that I could hardly speak. The young man 
hunted again in his shelves. 

"Perhaps you would like to try this one?" 

Quickly I slipped off my jacket and blouse once more. 

"It would be best if you took off your bra as well = 
if you don't mind." 

I did so without hesitation. It was so exciting to 
feel the material against my skin, his strong fingers 
tightening the narrow straps at my back. I looked 
admiringly at the sensuous vision in the mirror. 

"I wonder," he said from behind me, "maybe a size 
smaller would be even better - if you could bear it?" 

It was. Even better. And of course I could bear it - I 
_longed_ to bear it. 

"May I - may I keep it on a little longer? Of course 
I'll have it, but I don't want to take it off just yet 
..." 

"What you really need to go with it," said Sachiko, 
"is long black boots and gloves." 

"Of course!" said the young man. 

The skin-tight gloves took a while to slide onto my 
arms, but a few puffs of powdered chalk from a plastic 
dispenser did the trick. While he was hunting for 
matching boots I took off my shoes and tights, and 
then after a moment's hesitation my white panties too. 
Well, why not? With the skin-tight high-heeled boots 
reaching way up my thighs, I looked at myself in the 
mirror for a long moment. 

"Oh, how _lovely_!" I said at last. 

I didn't mean my own appearance, though I might have 
done. I meant the things that would surely happen to 
me when I presented myself to my lovers in such 
provocative, helpless beauty. My companions left me in 
peace to enjoy my dream. At last I allowed myself to 
be stripped of my finery, which was carefully packed 
into an anonymous carrier-bag. 

"Until Wednesday, then," said the young man politely 
as Sachiko and I left his shop. "Thank you so much for 
your custom, Kobayashi-san. Now that I know the sort 
of thing you like and what looks good on you," he 
added in a softer voice, "I should be delighted to 
find other things for you. It will be my pleasure to 
dress you so that you really look your best on your 
dates. Please rely on me." 

Sachiko led me briskly back to the main temple 
approach, pointing out the way and making sure I could 
find the dress-shop again on my own. Her heels tapping 
sexily on the pavement, she accompanied me to the 
shoe-shop and waited impatiently while I paid for my 
beautiful silver shoes and arranged for them to be 
held for me till Wednesday. 

"Now I must say good-bye," she said briskly. "I shall 
be late for work." 

I pulled myself out of my daydream. 

"Oh, but you've been so kind to me! I can't thank you 
enough!" 

"Nothing - you're most welcome. But forgive me if I rush 
- I mustn't be late." 

I couldn't bear to lose her company so soon. I might 
never meet her again. 

"Where _do_ you work?" I said quickly. "And what do 
you do? Can I walk with you as far as ... wherever it 
is?" 

She looked at me dubiously for a moment. 

"All right," she decided at last. "But you mustn't be 
shocked." She set off again briskly; I skipped along 
beside her, trying to keep up. "I work in what they 
call a Pink Salon. You know, where men come to be 
serviced by girls." 

"Oh! Is it a private club?" 

"Oh, no! Anyone can come." 

"But there _are_ private clubs, aren't there, where 
the girls dance naked, and ... and anything is 
allowed?" 

I couldn't bear to think that my fantasy might after 
all be just that. Sachiko smiled at me. 

"Yes, there certainly are, but you won't find them in 
_this_ part of Tokyo. There's nothing exclusive about 
Asakusa. You need to go to Akasaka, and off the Ginza, 
to find places like that." 

"And how do girls get to work there?" 

"Well, obviously there's an audition, and even then a 
girl is only employed as long as the management are 
satisfied the customers - the members, I mean, in that 
sort of place - really like her." 

"Have you ever worked in a club like that, Sachiko?" I 
asked hesitantly. 

"Oh, no! That's not for the likes of me. I'm more the 
cheap and cheerful kind. Quick and often, that's me. 
The exclusive clubs are looking for young, beautiful 
high-class girls - you know, _o-josama_, princess 
types." 

My heart began to pound painfully as I suddenly 
remembered that Tomoko and Shizue had said, when they 
subjected me to my first Test, that _I_ was a 
nose-in-the-air princess type! I knew I wasn't, not 
really, but even if I only looked like one, perhaps 
there was hope such a Club might take me on ... that 
if I could act the part well enough men might enjoy 
the fantasy of an apparently high-class girl whose 
secret sexual desires were anything but high-class - 
who was eager to do whatever they wanted, the more 
wonderfully perverted and _un_-princess-like the 
better ... 

"And of course all the girls who choose to work in a 
place like that must be crazy about kinky sex, as well 
as being princess types, and the men find that really 
exciting." She stopped for a moment and looked at me 
sharply. "Are _you_ crazy about things like that, 
Kimiko?" she asked severely. 

Well, I was of course - or was learning to be at 
least, ever since I found out the truth about myself 
at Megumi's wedding. But somehow I didn't want to say 
so outright to a comparative stranger. For a moment I 
was tempted to ask "Things like what?" - but then I 
decided to change the subject. 

"Isn't there a Club like that in Akasaka called the 
Pink Pussycat?" I asked, feeling my way. 

"Don't know it. Of course the top Club of them all is 
the Paradise Club. It's a sort of legend. Every girl 
in the business dreams of being accepted there, but 
hardly anyone's ever seen the inside of it. I 
certainly haven't, though they say it has its own 
building off Kasumigaseki. I sometimes wonder if it 
really exists. Perhaps it's just a myth, invented to 
encourage us girls to work harder in the hope of 
making it to the top.[4] Anyway, this is where _I_ 
work. D'you want to see inside?" 

"May I? Oh, I'd _love_ to!" 

We had reached a door in a dark side-street. An 
illuminated sign above it said "Pinku Saron Bara", 
with a little picture of a pink rose, which is what 
_bara_ means in Japanese. I suddenly remembered that 
_bara_ had been the name of the table at which I had 
been placed at Megumi's wedding, the day my life 
changed ... Sachiko stood aside politely as a man came 
out, adjusting his trousers as he walked to make them 
sit more comfortably. Then I followed her inside and 
found myself in a long corridor, small rooms with open 
doorways on both sides. As my eyes grew accustomed to 
the dim light I saw that in most of the rooms a man 
was sitting, either alone or with a woman kneeling on 
the floor in front of him. There was a bustle of girls 
hurrying to and fro along the corridor, and a rather 
musty smell as if the place were never properly 
cleaned or aired. 

"Evening, Sachiko," said a man presiding at a desk at 
the end of the corridor. "Just in time! We're busy 
tonight." He interrupted himself to bark into a 
microphone, "Aiko to number 17! Hurry up!" He turned 
back to us. "Who's this?" he asked. 

"This is Kimiko," said my friend. "I've only just met 
her but I think she has what it takes. Mind if she 
goes round with me?" 

"Sure, you usually have an eye for talent. (Yoko, 
number 5 is waiting!) Make sure she knows she's just 
here to learn. You can try her as a _momo_ if you 
think she's picking it up fast enough." 

We pushed past the dispatcher's desk into a tiny room 
where a couple of girls sat with their shoes off, 
taking a break. They looked at me curiously. 

"I suggest you take your tights and panties off," said 
Sachiko. "Otherwise they'll get in the way." 

"What's a _momo_?" I asked as I peeled them off and 
stowed them in the carrier bag containing my new 
purchases. Of course I knew that the word meant 
"peach" but I wanted to know its technical meaning in 
a place like this. 

"A beginner who's allowed to stroke the customer's 
thighs and balls but has to hand over to someone like 
me to finish him off," she explained briefly. 

The dispatcher's voice came over the loudspeaker. 

"Sachiko, you ready? Number 9!" 

I followed her as she hurried off to find her first 
customer of the evening. He was sitting on a 
plush-covered bench in a tiny room, his trousers and 
underpants already round his ankles. 

"Two?" he said as we came in. "Didn't order a bicycle. 
Only paying for one." 

"Of course, sir," said Sachiko, "only a new girl who's 
here to learn." 

So _jitensha_ - "bicycle" was the professional term 
for being fucked by two girls at once. The man looked 
at me more carefully. 

"OL style, eh? Great." 

I realised that being fucked at the office by an 
insatiable OL still in her miniskirted uniform came 
near the top of many men's sexual fantasies. 

"What would you like, sir?" Sachiko was asking. 

"_Enaru pure_ and _rippu pure_,"[5] replied the man. 

Sachiko hunted in her bag for a packet of condoms. She 
tore one out of its foil wrapping and fitted it over 
the middle finger of her left hand, then tightened it 
with a small elastic band and coated the tip with 
lubricating jelly. She knelt in front of the man and 
reached behind his naked buttocks. It hadn't occurred 
to me that a man could enjoy having his anus 
penetrated just as a woman could, but he soon began to 
groan with pleasure at Sachiko's skilful "anal play", 
her lubricated finger pushing its way into him and 
tickling his prostate. The sensation soon brought his 
cock to full erection, and Sachiko began "lip play", 
sucking him deep into her mouth. I might be only a 
_momo_, a beginner, I thought, but _I_ can do that! 

"Please let me!" I begged her. 

Sachiko slid his cock out of her mouth, holding it in 
position for me with the finger and thumb of her right 
hand encircling the root. I took it happily into mine, 
enjoying the warm taste of her saliva along with the 
irresistible smell of male sexual arousal. I flicked 
my tongue tantalisingly across the sensitive underside 
and, even though my head and throat were at the wrong 
angle, managed to swallow at least a little of it. 

"Great! Oh, great!" gasped the man. "But no, stop a 
minute." 

I looked up at him anxiously. Sachiko too stopped her 
rhythmic probing of his anus. 

"I want _umanori_," he gasped. 

"No, no," said Sachiko quickly, "you know that's not 
allowed. No direct genital contact." 

But I had already guessed what "horse-riding" must 
mean. 

"Oh, please let me do it!" I begged. "It sounds 
lovely." 

"All right then, quick - I'll keep a look out." 

I stood up and pulled my tight skirt up round my 
waist; then straddled his legs and, facing towards the 
door, took his wet erection into my cunt. He seized my 
waist and guided the speed of my up-and-down movement. 
It felt beautiful, and must have been heaven for him 
as Sachiko continued to stimulate him from the rear as 
well. Soon enough, with a great gasp of pleasure, he 
came. As the two of us pulled away from him Sachiko 
gave his ebbing erection a quick wipe with one of the 
pile of damp cloths[6] lying rolled up on a little 
tray on the side-table, passing it then to him to 
finish the job with. I took another and wiped myself 
clean as Sachiko removed the condom from her finger. 
She neatly swept up the debris and deposited it in a 
little swing-top container by the door as we both 
bowed low to our customer with murmured farewells. 

"Why isn't genital contact allowed?" I asked her as we 
waited for her next call. 

"Because this place is registered with the local 
authorities as a snack-bar," she said. 

"As a _what_?" 

"That's right. In theory we're just serving the men 
drinks and entertaining them. And a certain amount of 
touching is allowed to bar hostesses but if you're 
caught screwing the customers you can end up in court 
and the Salon could be closed down. Unless they have 
good _kone_ with the police, of course," she added, 
using the Japanese abbreviation for "connections". 

"But isn't that rather silly?" I asked. "Surely 
everyone knows what really goes on here?" 

"Of course it's silly. Any attempt to control the sex 
trade is silly." 

From then on it was a mad rush from one cubicle to 
another. I noticed that in each there was a tiny table 
with a couple of glasses and small, rather dusty, 
bottles of beer: there wasn't time to ask Sachiko what 
they were for but I guessed they were ready in case, 
in an emergency, the "Pinku Saron" had to switch over 
in a moment to being the "snack-bar" it officially 
was. As we went round Sachiko quickly explained to me 
the meaning of the specialist requirements as I 
carried them out with increasing confidence. I began 
to make suggestions myself to more bashful customers, 
and Sachiko no longer tried to stop me indulging 
myself and my clients with full genital contact - 
either "horse-riding" or the face-to-face equivalent, 
_dakko-chan_ or "little dolly". 

My customers often wanted me to take off the jacket 
and blouse of my office uniform before I started, and 
when they saw my plump firm breasts decided to request 
_paizuri_ or breast masturbation. It was a nice 
feeling to take a man's erect cock between my breasts, 
and rub and squeeze it till his hot cum poured 
generously over them. A new trick for me was called 
"bowling" or _tamakorogashi_, which meant taking his 
balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my 
tongue and discovering which parts of his scrotum were 
most sensitive to my delicate licking, while with my 
hands I stroked his cock till he could stand it no 
longer and covered my face with fuck. It made me 
giggle though when Sachiko told me that coming over a 
girl's face was known as _korifuawa_ or "cauliflower" 
from the look of the white gobbets of cum decorating 
her cheeks. It was lovely, anyway, whatever the 
technical name for it, and I was always sorry to have 
to wipe my face clean ready for the next customer. But 
she insisted that I leave "anal play" to her, as it 
required special practice.[7] 

After a couple of hours Sachiko said we were entitled 
to a breather and I remembered I had to get home. 

"You've done very well, Kimiko," said the dispatcher 
as, a demure little OL again with panties and tights 
firmly in place, I said my farewells. "The customers 
gave you straight A's and B's." 

"You mean, you ask them to rate us?" 

"That's right. A to F. Any girl who gets F's is fired 
at once. D's and E's are pretty dodgy. (Aiko, will you 
get your fat ass over to number 12 at once?) Keeps the 
girls on their toes. But you can have a job here any 
time you like. Sachiko will tell you what we pay." 

"Thank you." I had a sudden inspiration. "Can I do 
anything special for you before I leave? It must be so 
frustrating for you, sitting here all evening without 
getting anything yourself." 

"Thanks, Kimiko, but there's a gay S&M place round the 
corner I visit most evenings when I've finished here. 
(Fujiko, number 8!)." 

==

On Wednesday evening after work I visited Asakusa 
again. I first collected the lovely silver shoes so 
that I could wear them while trying out my new dress 
at the dress-shop. Sachiko had been right: tightened 
and shortened it looked fabulous on me, even though I 
had quite a struggle with the zip fastener getting 
into it! And the young man had found me matching 
gloves as he had promised. I looked at myself for ages 
in the mirror, and was sorely tempted to wear the 
dress home; but in the end I peeled it off and allowed 
my new friend to fold it lovingly and pack it for me 
with the accessories in one of his carrier bags. For 
the moment it would have to join my beautiful black 
corset outfit in the hiding-place I had made for it 
under the winter futon at the bottom of my closet. 

"Thank you, Kobayashi-san. I'm so glad I was able to 
find something that suits you. You will come again, 
won't you? It's such a pleasure to dress a beautiful 
girl like you." 

I promised I would. 


FOOTNOTES

[4] For a description of the Paradise Club and of the 
sort of things that go on there, and of how Kimiko's 
friend Shizue was inducted into it, see Chapters XVI 
and XVII of _All I Ever Wanted_.                 - M K

[5] "Anal play" and "lip play". Japanised English can 
be very confusing - especially when written in a 
character-set which does not allow the marking of long 
vowels. The e in "enaru" and in "pure" is long and 
pronounced (more or less) "ay". The r is the best the 
Japanese language can do with l, and the u is hardly 
spoken.                                          - B W 

[6] The ubiquitous _o-shibori_ or damp cloths of Japan 
are provided to the many establishments requiring them 
by specialist companies, which then collect them once 
used for laundering and recirculation. On average they 
are used about twenty times before they disintegrate 
and have to be replaced. For obvious reasons the sex 
industry is a big customer. Next time, dear reader, an 
obsequious waitress in a Japanese restaurant hands you 
a delicately scented little hot or cold towel to wipe 
your face and hands with, you might reflect on where 
else it might have been in its travels ...       - K K

[7] Non-Japanese readers requiring more information on 
the sexual services available in Pink Salons and other 
establishments are referred to Peter Constantine: 
_Japan's Sex Trade_, Tokyo 1994, and to Steven 
Langhorne Clemens: _Tokyo Pink Guide_, Tokyo 1993. 
                                                 - M K


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