UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 05

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, 
NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO

PART 05

CHAPTER V 

Sweet Hanako

     This piece is a bit different. I write with a 
     male audience in mind - though women do read me, 
     and sometimes write to say so. But a while ago a 
     magazine aimed at young girls asked me for a 
     series of articles about a Japanese girl who 
     would be very sexy but also sweet, soft and 
     feminine. So I invented Hanako and sent them the 
     first piece. Unfortunately it didn't do well and 
     the publishers decided to cancel the series. I 
     can see why. Hanako is, as I said, an invention. 
     The other girls I write about are real - changes 
     of name and a few personal details aside. But 
     Hanako is a bit too sweet to be true. All the 
     same, I am fond of her and decided to give her 
     another chance in this collection.

Hello! My name is Hanako, and perhaps you can guess 
from that that I am Japanese. I live in Tokyo and I'm 
twenty-one years old. I'm 1.71 metres tall, which 
everyone says is tall for a Japanese girl - in fact I 
don't think it is really these days, because we're 
taller now than our mothers were and a lot taller than 
our grandmothers, but if people want to say I'm tall, 
I don't mind! Perhaps I look tall because I have long 
legs - I know it's not modest to say so but I'm rather 
proud of my legs and try to keep them nice, and always 
wear high heels because they look best that way. 
Otherwise I'm quite slim, and sometimes people say I 
have a nice figure, but I don't think so really - I do 
wish my breasts were bigger! My hair is quite long - 
dark, of course, like all Japanese girls except those 
who bleach it a paler colour which I think is vulgar - 
straight, and easily long enough to cover my breasts 
if I let it fall forwards. 

Well, that's me, and I'm writing this because a friend 
told me people in Western countries like to know about 
modern Japanese girls and their lives, especially 
their sex-lives. I'm not very interesting, really: I 
don't have the sort of dramatic, tragic life that 
girls have in the books I read. In fact, now that I 
think about it, my life is very simple and happy. The 
most important thing in my life is sex, which I adore, 
but that's normal isn't it? Practically all Japanese 
girls nowadays love sex. In the old days in Japan nice 
girls were supposed to keep sex for marriage, but 
that's all changed. Marriage is for having a husband - 
assuming you want one at all - with a good income and 
position, a home, and one or two children. Nowadays we 
girls like to have plenty of sex before we get 
married, and put off marriage so as to go on having it 
for as long as possible. 

The only thing that's a bit unusual about me is that I 
love sex best when it's in public, with lots of other 
people watching. Or in the open air: that's lovely 
too. And I expect you'll think it's naughty of me but 
I adore showing myself off to an audience. At first I 
just used to display my legs, because I'm so proud of 
them, in very short skirts and sexy high heels as I 
said, but then I got more daring and began to show off 
my breasts too - even though I think they're too small 
- and then at last everything! It's one of the most 
exciting feelings in the world, knowing that men are 
looking at me and getting aroused and wanting me: 
almost as much as when they actually take me - but not 
quite as exciting as _that_, of course. That's the 
best of all. 

At first it was a bit difficult finding places where I 
could show myself off the way I really wanted to. Of 
course miniskirts and transparent blouses helped, and 
I could wear those wherever I liked, but somehow they 
were never quite enough! But now I can show myself off 
fully nude as much as I like because I work as a 
hostess in a very exclusive private club in a 
fashionable part of Tokyo called Akasaka. No, I'm not 
going to tell you its name because I promised I 
wouldn't, and I don't think foreigners would be 
allowed in anyway - only a very few ever come to the 
club and then only as guests of members who guarantee 
their cleanliness and good behaviour. I'm one of the 
hostesses who greet the members when they arrive, and 
pour their drinks and chat to them and look after 
them. We greet them at the door wearing just little 
g-string panties and matching high heels, all in the 
same colour chosen by the _mama-san_ who runs the 
club. When I started working there I was a bit sad 
that I even had to wear the little g-string instead of 
being deliciously nude from the start. But of course 
as the evening progresses the little panties come off 
and the fun begins! Some of the girls are also 
strippers and dancers: there's a little stage and they 
dress up in special sexy costumes so that they can 
take them off again to music, and when they've done 
that they come down off the stage completely nude 
except for their high heels, and of course then they 
stay nude so that the members can enjoy them. 

I do that too sometimes, when the _mama-san_ tells me 
to, and even though I'm not a good dancer I love 
undressing while the gentlemen watch. But best of all 
is sitting with the gentlemen in nothing but my little 
panties, and gently encouraging them to do lovely 
things to me. I explain shyly to them that, even 
though there's nothing I'd love more than to be 
completely naked for them, it's the rule of the club 
that I wear at least my g-string; but if they insist 
on undoing the little bows of my panties themselves - 
how could I stop them? And so they undress me while I 
pretend to object, and then I present my panties very 
sweetly to one of the gentlemen and invite him shyly 
to be the first to have me. 

This has all been carefully worked out by the 
_mama-san_ and when I started my job at the club she 
explained it to me. Of course it is lovely that a girl 
can be completely open about her sexual wishes 
nowadays, and tell a man frankly how much she wants 
him to make love to her, just as he is free to tell 
her all the lovely things he wants to do to her. But 
men still like to feel they are winning a little 
battle when they have a girl. So pretending that they 
are breaking club rules is a nice way of combining my 
eagerness to be made love to and a little victory to 
be won. So the _mama-san_ says, anyway. 

There are a few private rooms but generally the sex 
takes place on comfortable couches and sofas in the 
main club room where everyone can watch. Sometimes I 
take two or even three gentlemen at once; and when the 
club is busy I hardly have time to clean myself before 
my next partner wants to take me. So now you can 
understand why I said I lead a very simple, happy 
life! 

Maybe things are easier in your country, but here in 
Japan public nudity and sex aren't really allowed. It 
seems very unfair: what harm am I doing by showing 
myself off naked and having sex with anyone who wants 
me? But that's the way it is. The club where I work is 
very private and very exclusive, as I said; and the 
_mama-san_ has very special connections with local 
syndicates and the police. When I first went to work 
there the other girls told me she had once been the 
mistress of a very senior politician in the Liberal 
Democratic Party, and could do what she liked so long 
as she was discreet. She herself says that keeping the 
club free of unwanted interference costs her a lot of 
money, which is why she can't afford to pay us girls 
more. I'm not sure I believe her but I love the work 
so much that I don't complain. 

The club closes about two or two-thirty in the 
morning, and then I put on casual clothes - usually 
just jeans and a top or jacket so as not to draw 
attention to myself - and sensible shoes, and take a 
taxi home. Taxis are very expensive at that hour - 
usually I have to stand on the corner holding up three 
fingers to show I'll pay three times the fare on the 
metre - but I don't have far to go because I have a 
tiny apartment nearby. I'm very lucky: I can only 
afford it because I share it with my partner Jiro. And 
now I must tell you about him. 

I love Jiro very much and I think he loves me, and I 
do everything I possibly can to please him and keep 
him. He is five years older than me and he is big and 
strong and gentle. His grandfather was a Korean 
labourer brought here during the War, which I think is 
what makes him so big, but we don't tell people that 
because of the prejudice against Koreans. He told me 
only when we'd been lovers for months. He does the 
same sort of work I do, in an exclusive club for 
wealthy Japanese ladies who want handsome male 
company. Some are successful unmarried businesswomen 
who earn plenty of money and have nothing much to 
spend it on except clothes and foreign holidays and 
discreet liaisons; others are married to company 
executives who lost interest in them soon after the 
honeymoon. As I told you, I don't earn much at my 
club; there are no bonuses and even when there are 
tips we hand them in to the _mama-san_ who is supposed 
to share them out fairly - I can never decide if that 
_is_ fair! But being a man, Jiro naturally gets paid 
more than I do, and some of his ladies give him 
expensive presents. So we can afford the rent. 

Jiro gets home earlier than I do as his club closes 
around eleven: the married lady members have to get 
home before their husbands return from an evening of 
"business entertainment" with customers and contacts. 
So I let myself in very quietly. The first thing I do 
when I get home is take off my outdoor clothes. I 
never let Jiro see me dressed casually if I can help 
it: for him I wear either smart sexy clothes or 
nothing at all. Then I have a long relaxing bath and 
wash off all the taste and smell of the men who have 
had me. I brush my hair, and put on a little make-up 
and scent myself with a perfume I know Jiro finds 
exciting. Then I slip naked into bed beside him. 
Sometimes he wakes up and if he is feeling strong 
enough makes wonderful love to me. More often he just 
grunts a bit and rolls over and holds me in his arms, 
which is lovely too. I'm never jealous if Jiro is too 
tired to make love to me. I know he's been with other 
women all evening, of course, but only so he can pay 
the rent and sometimes, if I'm lucky, buy me a little 
present. 

When I wake up, usually around eleven, I am normally 
alone as Jiro gets up earlier. I finish in the 
bathroom; then slip on a pair of high-heeled sandals 
and go and join him. As I told you, I like best to let 
Jiro see me naked - always with high heels, of course; 
but sometimes I put on a transparent blouse and a 
little tight miniskirt or something even more daring 
just to tease him. Watching his big cock come aroused 
and start to want me is one of my greatest joys. He 
has usually got some food ready: some breakfast for me 
and a light lunch for himself; and we eat together. We 
often don't have much appetite as we are so looking 
forward to what will happen next! Jiro picks me up in 
his strong arms and carries me to where we will make 
love. Our apartment has a tiny balcony, just big 
enough for the two of us to lie on, and when the 
weather is nice we often make love there. The fresh 
air, and the knowledge that people are probably 
watching us, add an extra spice to our pleasure in 
each other. 

Jiro's gentle, imaginative love-making makes this the 
best time of the day. He visits all my holes, 
including my arse if it isn't too sore from the 
previous evening; and unlike most Japanese men he 
doesn't pull out at the last moment to spurt his cum 
over my face and breasts. Personally, I love it when 
men do that to me, but Jiro likes best to come in my 
mouth, and says he can't understand how any man could 
withdraw at such a moment! I suck and tickle the 
sensitive underside of his cock, trying to postpone 
his climax; but of course I adore the thick, salty 
taste of his cum - every man's cum tastes different, 
did you know that? - and swallow it delightedly while 
his fingers or tongue pleasure my pussy. Then we lie 
together for a while and chat about things: what 
happened the night before, and whether our partners 
did anything new or original. When Jiro is ready we 
make love again, and this time he usually likes to 
finish in my cunt or my arse. We don't do it more than 
twice because Jiro needs to keep his strength for his 
ladies in the evening. Being a girl, of course, I 
don't have to worry about that: we girls can fuck 
non-stop for as long as we want - not fair, is it? 

When at last we have finished, and tidied up the 
apartment, Jiro gets dressed and goes out. He often 
goes to a nearby gym to work out for an hour: he 
enjoys it, and has to keep in good physical shape to 
please his ladies. I am too lazy to exercise properly, 
though when I remember I lie on the floor and go 
through a routine to keep my stomach muscles strong 
and my legs and bottom looking firm and trim. On the 
whole I think the best exercise for a girl is plenty 
of sex. Some days Jiro has lunch-dates with his 
favourite ladies. He puts on a suit or smart casual 
clothes for that, rather than the tight leather or 
denim he wears at his club. He doesn't usually have 
sex on his dates, as his ladies just want the company 
of a handsome, attentive man who unlike other Japanese 
men will tell them how attractive they are and how he 
enjoys being with them. Sometimes they bring other 
ladies with them, sounding them out before inviting 
them to their club as guests or potential members. It 
is not surprising that the manager of the club values 
Jiro as a big attraction, and sees that he is well 
paid. 

I first met Jiro when he was on one of his dates. It 
was in a restaurant, much too expensive for me 
normally but it was a girlfriend's birthday and a 
group of us were giving her a treat. We were 
fascinated by the big, handsome man being so attentive 
to an older woman; and when she had gone - paying the 
bill herself without embarrassment - and he returned 
to the table to collect something, the birthday girl 
(who had had more to drink than she usually did) 
invited him to join us. But it was me he asked out a 
few days later. And the day he suggested we should 
start living together was the happiest in my life ... 
At that time I was earning a rather precarious income 
from one-night stands as a stripper and bar-girl at 
the sleazier end of the sex trade, but Jiro already 
had good contacts and introduced me to the club where 
I work now. 

I don't have many dates with the members of my club. 
It's not that it's forbidden: it just doesn't happen 
much. But I get two free evenings a week (plus a few 
days off each month, of course) and never quite know 
what to do with them. Often I go to work anyway: what 
else does a girl want to do on her free evening but 
get laid, and my club is the best place I know for 
that! And occasionally I say yes when I am asked for a 
date. It feels a little strange to be with one of the 
members outside the club. I dress nicely for him 
because of course it is the first time he will see me 
with any clothes on. But afterwards we usually go 
somewhere where I undress for him and he repays me 
with a good fucking. I never quite know why men 
sometimes want to pay to have sex with me: I am 
available for nothing at a club where they, or their 
companies, pay the subscription anyway. 

Sometimes Jiro and I are free at the same time 
together, and then we make it a very special evening. 
I try to please him by wearing the sexiest possible 
clothes; and we pretend we have never met before, that 
I am his pick-up and we are about to have sex for the 
first time. 

When Jiro has gone out, I do the housework - not that 
there is much in our little apartment - and sometimes 
go shopping. In my life I don't need many clothes, of 
course, but sometimes I buy things I know will please 
Jiro, including - very daring! - bondage and fetish 
outfits to add occasional extra spice to our 
love-making. I have recently discovered a sex-shop 
which sells such things in a room behind the racks of 
pornographic magazines, and they are beginning to 
expand my sexuality. I have even looked longingly at 
the beautiful, curling whips on display in the shop, 
but have never yet bought one. I do know how wonderful 
they feel when they kiss me, but I don't think Jiro 
knows I know about that sort of sex and I'm afraid of 
shocking him. He's never even asked if I would enjoy 
being whipped. One day ... Perhaps I could open the 
subject with Jiro when we are chatting together by 
pretending, as a sort of joke, that a member at the 
club had suggested something rather perverted which 
nonetheless sounded fun ... I wonder how he will 
react. 

Soon it is evening. I get myself something to eat, 
then take a shower and put myself through a beauty 
check: hair, nails, skin. Every couple of weeks I trim 
my cunt-hair: not too short, I like to keep it curly 
and springy, but Jiro once said that nothing turns a 
man off more during love-making than getting hairs 
stuck in his teeth. Then it is time to put on casual 
clothes again and walk, or take a taxi, to my club. I 
am on duty at nine, but I like to be there early. I 
bring my shoes with me, and new tiny matching panties 
are there waiting for me. My heart begins to beat with 
excitement as I fit the coy little g-string snugly 
between my legs and tie the bows on my hips, the ends 
hanging conveniently for my lovers' hands to pull 
apart. I check my hair and face in the mirror, and 
give my nipples, already erect, an extra tweak to make 
them point sexily forward. 

Then I am in the main club room. "Welcome!" I say 
softly as I bow. "I am Hanako, and I am here to look 
after you ..." I modestly lower my eyes and pretend to 
be unaware of the new arrivals' mounting excitement as 
their eyes roam over my appetising near-nudity. I try 
not to let them see that I am as excited as they are. 
"This way, please!" I say as I precede them to a 
comfortable group of chairs, my elegant legs and 
pretty bottom shown to best advantage by my high 
heels. They want me already, I can tell. And I adore 
being wanted, looking forward to what will happen 
next. 

As I warned you, I lead a happy, simple life. But I 
hope you enjoyed reading about it all the same. Tell 
me if you did, and perhaps I will write more for you. 


[Next in Part 06: Chapter VI: Megumi and Sammy: Girl 
Talk]

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