WORK IN PROGRESS 00

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, 
MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, 
YUU AND RUMI 

PART 00

Contents

          Introduction

I         Noriko: The Special Case 

II        Fujiko: The Shop Assistant 

III       Fujiko: The Present 

IV        Ayumi: The Trainee 

V         Saeko: Perfect Harmony 

VI        Mariko: The First Time 

VII       Tama: The New Girl 

VIII      Maiko: Tighter, Tighter! 

IX        Shizue: The Joy Machine 

X         Mie and Megumi: The First Date Cafe 

XI        Ayako: Personal Best 

XII       Shizue: The Willing Slave 

XIII      Tomo: Shopping 

XIV       Yuu: A Party Girl 

XV        Rumi: The Public Performer 

XVI       Rules for Girls


Introduction

Not long ago I had a strange experience. I was at a 
bar popular with foreigners here in Tokyo and was 
chatting with a fairly recent arrival. We talked, of 
course, about Japanese girls. And then I heard him 
refer to me, quite casually and naturally, as _sensei_ 
- teacher. 

Nothing wrong with that, you may think. A _sensei_ has 
an honoured position in a society preoccupied with 
status, not to mention age; and the word is used 
freely as a term of respect. But hearing this _gaijin_ 
call me by it made me see how time had passed. Only 
months ago, it seemed to me, I was like him: a recent 
arrival, beginning to realise that my "temporary" stay 
in Japan was likely to be a very long one, grappling 
with the language, and marvelling at the sexy beauty 
of Japanese girls. Like him I was young - well, fairly 
young - not too bad-looking and beginning to make 
enough money to afford pleasures as well as 
essentials. Girls came on dates with me because I was 
an exotic Westerner who could be shown off to friends. 
And now I am middle-aged, balding, nothing special to 
look at - and a _sensei_. 

Girls no longer come to me, I began to understand, 
because they find me sexually attractive and 
interesting company. They come, or are sent by studios 
and agencies, because I can teach them what they need 
to know: how to add to their sexual repertoire and 
acquire the special skills they will need for a 
successful career in the sex industry - or simply for 
a varied and satisfying private sex-life. 

I was brooding on this when another strange thing 
happened. It began normally enough. There was a ring 
at the door and there, once again, was a sweetly 
pretty girl, her lovely brown eyes gazing at me 
demurely but candidly, her outward innocence just 
masking the unfocussed sexuality boiling and bubbling 
feverishly inside her. As usual, she was there on the 
_shokai_ - introduction - of someone whose name meant 
nothing to me, and had come in the touching faith that 
this unprepossessing middle-aged foreign _sensei_ had 
the magical power to transform her from an 
inexperienced teenager to a poised sex-goddess able to 
inspire, and then play with, the lust of thousands. So 
of course I did my best for her; and before long she 
was delighting audiences with her sweetly eager 
nudity, and screaming in ecstasy as she was gently 
introduced to more sophisticated pleasures. Tentative 
offers came in from agents representing wealthy 
politicians and businessmen - tired of their 
sex-partners and in the market for a young 
replacement, whose fresh discovery of the delights of 
masochism would titillate their own refined tastes. 

One day, when I had been giving her a lesson in how to 
tease a roomful of men, and when to stop teasing them 
and surrender to their and her own lust, she started 
chattering about the number of girls who had learned 
these skills from me. I wasn't paying much attention, 
until suddenly the word "mother" made it into my 
consciousness. 

The little girl's name was a common one, and I had 
never bothered to confirm the _shokai_ she had 
mentioned on her first appearance. But could it be 
that I had taught sexual skills to her mother nearly 
twenty years previously - and that she, finding her 
daughter keen to follow her into the pleasures and 
rewards of a career (however brief) as a "sex idol", 
had sent her to me? 

There was only one way to find out, and the result was 
a new and pleasurable experience. Young girls are so 
easily available in Japan, and so delightful in their 
freshness and enthusiasm, that it is easy to overlook 
the pleasures on offer from older women. And, just as 
they say Frenchwomen don't get fat, Japanese women 
don't get old. I soon discovered that my little 
pupil's mother was now the bored wife of a 
middle-ranking "salaryman". And a meeting, on the 
excuse of discussing her daughter's progress, soon 
revealed that she was as attracted as ever by the 
skills we had practised together years ago - all the 
more so as it was so long since she had used them in 
the clubs and theatres where she had once been a 
popular attraction, or for that matter on the marital 
_futon_. My suggestion of a refresher course met only 
token resistance. Some very satisfactory encounters, 
plain vanilla in the bedroom to start with but soon 
leading to more refined pleasures in my specially 
equipped locked room, were followed by her sitting in 
on her daughter's lessons. And that, I need hardly 
tell you, resulted in some highly enjoyable joint 
sessions in which mother and daughter competed with 
enthusiasm to show me what they could do.[1] 

So what am I complaining about? Nothing, really - just 
the passage of time. If I am no longer every girl's 
dream it is better to be a respected _sensei_ than 
just another _gaijin_, scraping a living as a 
translator or "advisor" in some middle-level company, 
having to buy his pleasures by the quarter-hour in 
sleazy strip-joints and sex-cafes, and dreading the 
moment when his visa is not renewed and he must return 
to the unsatisfying pleasures on offer in Wisconsin or 
Nottingham. 

Meanwhile, I am still hard at work and my services as 
a _sensei_ are still in demand. I hope you will enjoy 
these descriptions of my and my pupils' recent 
experiences.                            - Bob Williams


FOOTNOTE

[1] Sometimes involving me, sometimes not. Lesbian 
contact is so common in Japan - and not seen as an 
exclusive lifestyle choice - that even mother-daughter 
encounters are fairly usual. But I am still enough of 
a Westerner to find the sight of an older but still 
desirable woman pleasuring her daughter, and the 
daughter's shy but increasingly confident response, 
delightfully depraved and arousing. As our three-way 
relationship developed, it was a special joy to watch 
the older woman introducing her daughter to the 
pleasures of her own youth, and reliving them through 
her daughter’s enjoyment. 


[Next in Part 01: Noriko: The Special Case] 

For complete series so far see 
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