WORK IN PROGRESS 07

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 07

CHAPTER VII 

The New Girl 

     This is the first piece I have written about a 
     girl called Tama. She is very important to me. 
     She is very beautiful and elegant: the perfect 
     companion at any event from a formal reception to 
     the most uninhibited sex-party. In fucking she is 
     insatiable and highly imaginative. Our 
     relationship is not exclusive: given our 
     respective jobs, that would hardly be possible 
     nor would we want it to be. But one of the nicest 
     moments in the day is when she comes home, her 
     lust on fire, from the bar or club where she is 
     working, rushes upstairs to shower and put on 
     some little outfit she knows will stimulate me, 
     then floats downstairs into my arms and whispers 
     to me excitedly the delightful things she wants 
     me to do to her. She doesn't usually leave me 
     time to tell her what I want _her_ to do to _me_, 
     but she does them anyway ... 

The six girls had finished their act and were now 
coming slowly down the shallow steps into the audience 
area, smiling happily and looking from one to the 
other of us. We were not many in the audience that 
early in the evening and I was keen to attract the 
attention of the girl who had been dancing nearest to 
me. She was exceptionally beautiful: tall, but with a 
perfect figure. Her extra height came from her long 
legs, their shapeliness sexily displayed in 
tightly-fitting black thigh-boots with absurdly high 
and slender heels. She wasn't wearing anything else 
now, of course, having very charmingly removed the 
rest of her costume while on stage. I sat up straight 
in my comfortable reclining chair and waved at her 
enthusiastically. Another group of men were trying to 
attract her attention, but she chose to join me. The 
reclining seat was not really wide enough for two but 
she squeezed in beside me, lying on her side while I 
held her in my right arm. 

"Ooh, that's good," she said, wriggling against me and 
seeming to enjoy the caresses of my free hand. "It's 
hard work up there. Nice to lie down for a while!" 

I've written before about the new style of strip-clubs 
which are becoming fashionable in Japan. They are more 
like lounges than theatres, with groups of comfortable 
seats and couches of different kinds arranged round a 
low oval stage. The traditional "plain vanilla" 
strip-club where girls posed nude but untouched for a 
while before disappearing backstage has largely 
disappeared. Contact between the performers and the 
audience is of course now universal and the new 
"lounge"-style club takes that a step further by 
aiming at the general atmosphere of a good private 
party. The girls are there to strip and entertain the 
guests, of course, but perform - singly or in group - 
as if they were responding to the party mood and 
hoping for some serious sex with other guests, rather 
than going through a routine.[18] 

"What's your name?" I asked. 

"I am Tama," she said. 

"That's nice," I said. "It means 'Jewel,' doesn't 
it?" I sketched the character in the air with the 
forefinger of my left hand - not easy, but it was my 
only free hand. 

"Yes, that's very clever of you - can you write 
characters?" 

"A few," I said, and put my left hand to better use 
tickling and squeezing her right breast. It was 
delightfully full and firm. 

"That's nice," she said. "Please do it some more." 

I did it some more, and bent my head downwards so I 
could kiss her. Her free hand wandered downwards and, 
because she was lying a little lower in the reclining 
chair than I was, could reach my erection. She began 
to stroke it through my trousers. We kissed again. 
This time she took the lead, her tongue expertly 
tickling and stimulating the inside of my mouth. She 
dribbled some saliva onto my tongue: it tasted sweet 
and fresh. At the same time I could feel her clever 
fingers working down the zipper of my trousers. 

"That's very nice," I said when I could speak again. 
"I don't think I've seen you here before, have I?" 

"Probably not," she said. Her hand was inside my 
trousers now, freeing my erection from my underpants. 
"I only started on Monday." 

"Do you like it here?" 

"Oh, yes. The atmosphere is so nice, and you meet such 
nice people. And I like the lack of - you know - 
barriers." 

"Where did you work before?" 

She had my cock completely free now, and was stroking 
it skilfully. 

"Oh, nowhere ... this is the first club I have worked 
in. When I said I'd only just started I meant started 
at all, as a - you know, as a stripper and dancer." 

"So last Monday was your debut, your first public 
performance, your first time ever nude in public? Oh, 
I'm _so_ sorry I missed it." 

She giggled and kissed me. 

"I wasn't very good," she said. "But everyone was very 
kind. And I did enjoy it. Of course I've often been 
nude at parties, and so on, just with friends ..." 

"Why did you decide to become a professional?" 

She buried her face in my shoulder. Her long hair fell 
across my face: I left it there, it felt nice and 
smelt gently of some kind of floral shampoo. 

"Bills to pay ..." she murmured shyly. "Credit cards 
..." 

I kissed her gently on her averted forehead. I had 
guessed as much. All of us who appreciate the 
beautiful sexuality of Japanese girls should be very 
grateful to the credit card companies and their 
generosity with their plastic. Girls like Tama with 
steady jobs as Office Ladies find cards arriving in 
the mail without even applying for them. And of course 
they use them: shopping is a religion for Japanese 
girls. When they inevitably get into difficulties in 
paying off the growing debt their friends soon tell 
them, in discreet girlish whispers, of a way of 
earning extra money - easily and enjoyably. Without 
that need they might never find their way to 
expressing their sexuality so completely and so 
beautifully. There is nothing sweeter than the sight 
of a pretty Japanese girl taking her first shy steps 
into public sex, performing her first strip, offering 
herself to the audience without quite understanding 
why she is so aroused and wants so much to be taken 
... and then, as Tama soon would, finding that she is 
hopelessly addicted to the delight of posing nude for 
an appreciative audience, and of choosing lovers at 
random to ease the insatiable itch in her pussy while 
the rest of us watch and cheer her on as she fucks ... 
Even when she has paid off her debts, nothing will 
stop her then: she needs this satisfaction and 
fulfilment more and more, progressing to fucking on 
camera for the sex video studios, developing more 
sophisticated tastes, appearing at clubs where girls 
with a craving for fetishistic and perverted public 
sex are admired and appreciated ... Well, you've read 
my books and stories, I hope, so you know what I am 
describing. It doesn't last long, of course: there is 
such intense pressure from below from all those eager 
young girls desperate to enter the industry, spurred 
on by the combination of sexual fire and indebtedness. 
But while it does last, she is in heaven - and so am I 
and so, I hope, are you. 

I kissed her again, and asked: 

"How did you come to think of it?" 

"Well," she said in a shy little voice, still unable 
to look at me, "I was talking to my best friend in the 
office. Did I tell you I work as an OL?" 

"No, but I guessed. Lots of girls who work in clubs 
like this are OLs." 

"Are they? Anyway, she told me she had found a way of 
earning extra money. It was easy and great fun. And 
she said, why not come along this evening and see what 
I do? So I did. And she arranged for me to sit in the 
audience and watch her ... you know, perform. And at 
first I thought, 'I can't _possibly_ do this!' And 
then when I saw how easy it was, and how much she was 
enjoying herself, I thought, 'Yes, I can! I _can_ do 
it!' And then when she had finished and was completely 
... you know, naked, and looked more _beautiful_ than 
I'd ever seen her before, and began to choose men from 
the audience to ... er ..." 

"Fuck her?" I suggested gently. There is something so 
sweet about a girl who is still a little shy about 
using lovers' language that I couldn't help kissing 
her again under the great mask of her spread hair. 

"Yes ... and then I thought, 'I _want_ to do this!'" 

How lovely, I thought, to catch a girl at this exact 
moment of her sexual development. From "I can't do it 
..." to "I _can_ do it!" to "I _want_ to do it ..." 
are the first three stages of becoming a enchanting 
performer of public sex: but the final stage - and I 
could tell Tama was trembling on the brink of it - was 
"I MUST do it!" the lovely moment when a girl finds 
she yearns so unbearably to be nude and lusted after 
in public and fucked in front of an appreciative 
audience that nothing else in her life matters and she 
is hopelessly, wonderfully addicted to public nudity 
and sex - the fulfilment her sensuality had been 
driving her towards ever since her first sexual 
experience all those years before. 

"But they didn't take you on at your friend's club?" I 
asked. 

"No. I went backstage with her afterwards but they 
said they were not recruiting. Then - I suppose they 
could see I was upset - they gave me the number of 
this place. A new place, they said, and perhaps they 
still needed some girls." 

"So you rang them?" 

"Not the next day. I felt so shy and embarrassed about 
explaining what I wanted. But then the day after that 
another of those dreadful bills came, so I made myself 
do it as soon as I arrived at the office. They sounded 
very friendly and asked me to come round for an 
audition as soon as I finished work." 

"And you passed, of course." 

"Well, yes. A young man took me to an office where an 
older man - the manager, I suppose - was waiting for 
me. They asked me to strip for them." 

"In your OL uniform?" 

"Well, yes," said Tama with a little giggle. "That's 
what I was wearing! Until I took it off, of course ..." 
She giggled again charmingly. "And when I'd done 
that and I was quite nude we ... you know, made love: 
I knelt on the carpet and sucked the young man while 
the older man entered me from behind. It was _really_ 
nice! And what made it specially nice was that a few 
other people came in to watch, as if it was the most 
natural thing in the world. It made me feel that doing 
it all before an audience was what I specially wanted 
- that it added to the pleasure." 

"Well, of course it does. And they took you? For the 
Club, I mean." 

"Yes. They said start on Monday, and now it's Friday 
and I'm still here, so they must be satisfied with 
me." 

She had lost her shyness now and her hand was stroking 
my cock again. I was beginning to feel quite serious 
about seeing more of Tama. 

"What time do you finish this evening?" 

"Oh, not for a while yet. I have another performance 
to do, and then I'm expected to ... you know ... talk 
to the audience ..." 

"Like you're doing now?" 

She giggled; then continued giving careful attention 
to my cock. 

"But after that?" She looked at me thoughtfully for a 
moment. "I live nearby," I added. 

"Well ..." 

She was clearly unwilling to commit herself. Try 
before you buy was her rule, perhaps. Or maybe there 
were difficulties: parents expecting her at home, for 
example. In any case I was beginning to fidget in my 
chair: the arm with which I was holding her was 
getting cramped. She took the hint at once. 

"Wouldn't it be nicer if I was on top of you?" she 
suggested. "More comfortable?" 

She pulled herself out of the narrow space beside me 
and, with some relief, I wriggled into the middle. At 
once she was kneeling over me, her elegantly booted 
legs fitting on either side of me. At first she knelt 
over my knees and prepared to take my cock in her 
mouth. But, tempted though I was, I had another more 
specialised pleasure in mind. I urged her to slide 
further up, and further up, until at last her pussy 
was placed where I wanted it. The crisp curls of her 
pubic hair were neatly trimmed, and the hairs of her 
crotch were completely shaved. 

Tentatively, I tasted her with the tip of my tongue, 
running it down towards her anus and then up again, 
harvesting the delicious drops of nectar and finishing 
by swirling my tongue round her sweet little clitoris. 
I felt the electric thrill vibrate through her in 
response. I don't know if she had ever had her pussy 
eaten by an expert before, but she was eager to learn. 
I grasped her slender waist in both hands and pulled 
her exactly into position, fitting tightly over my 
lips. Her cunt, stimulated beyond endurance by the 
recent thrill of on-stage nudity, was drenched with 
pussy-juice and poured it gratefully into my mouth as 
my tongue penetrated its lovely fleshy petals. 

When I go, I want to go like this, I thought: 
suffocated by an enchanting Japanese pussy and drowned 
in its flood of exquisite nectar. I suddenly 
remembered a preacher I had heard when forced to 
attend services in America as a boy: assuring us that 
this life is only a preparation for the next, to be 
used wisely. Well, if Paradise involves an endless 
supply of Japanese pussies waiting to be sucked and of 
Japanese cunt-juice to be savoured, while listening to 
the angelic squeals of lovely Japanese girls being 
propelled by my tongue into endless celestial orgasm, 
then I think I may say I am well prepared. And if it 
doesn't, then I'm not going. Which suddenly led to 
another thought: maybe my destiny is another place, 
where I would have the use of torture equipment 
infinitely more subtle and sophisticated than anything 
we have devised on this earth, and be required to 
torment lovely Japanese girls into the endless 
masochistic orgasms about which they constantly 
daydream ... I was well prepared to do that, too, as 
the many visitors to the locked and sound-proofed room 
in my apartment could testify. 

Well, in Paradise - and in Hell - there may be no 
concept of time, but on earth nothing lasts for ever, 
as my itching balls were reminding me. So I brought 
lovely Tama to her climax and was rewarded by 
provocative screams and a final rich gush of nectar. 

"Oh, that was so lovely!" she said when she could 
speak again. "Now it's your turn." 

Quickly she slithered down my body and was soon 
kneeling on the carpet before me. She began to pull 
down my trousers and underpants, and I raised my hips 
to help her. Then she was stroking my balls and 
kissing my cock. 

"Lovely! Oh, beautiful!" she said; and then, like a 
greedy little girl with a new present, "Mine! All 
mine!" 

"Yes, of course," I said. "All yours." 

"My friend at the office taught me that," she said, 
continuing to do wonderfully maddening things with her 
lips and fingers. "'When you're standing up there 
nude,' she said to me, 'and the audience are enjoying 
looking at you and wanting you and dreaming of fucking 
you, the room will be full of erections. They weren't 
there before. You made them,' she said. 'If it weren't 
for your nudity and sexiness, they wouldn't be there. 
So they're _yours_, to do what you like with. Don't 
ever forget that!' So I promised I wouldn't." 

I was too far gone to tell her I agreed. 

"Oh, please don't come yet!" she said teasingly. "I 
want it to last." 

A little bubble of pre-cum had appeared at the tip of 
my cock. She removed it expertly and licked her 
finger. Her technique was now most arousing and I was 
having difficulty keeping myself under control. Then 
suddenly she did something to my balls with the sharp 
tips of her long nails, and with a strangled shout I 
came in her mouth. She kept sucking and licking till 
the last drop, then sat up with a smile, still holding 
my shrinking cock between finger and thumb. 

"That was nice," she said in a sticky voice, still 
kneeling on the floor and resting her arms on my 
thighs. "_Very_ nice. But, what's the time?" She 
picked up my left wrist and glanced at my watch. "Ooh, 
I must go - I must get dressed for my next act." 

She stood up hurriedly, and stood before me a vision 
of sexuality in nothing but her long high-heeled 
boots. 

"Till later?" I asked. 

"Yes. Till later," she said, agreeing at last. "Then 
you can give me a ... you know ... do it all to me 
properly." 

She waved and smiled, and was gone. 

A waitress with a tray wandered over in my direction. 
She was prettily dressed in a maid's lace cap, a black 
bow-tie and a short wide skirt in shiny black 
material. Long silvery ornaments dangled from the 
rings piercing her nipples and from the stud fixed in 
her navel. Her eyes wandered over my open trousers and 
with a little curtsey she offered me a rolled damp 
cloth from her tray. I accepted it, wiped myself clean 
and did up my trousers while she watched. 

"Can I get you anything else, sir?" she asked, smiling 
coquettishly as I looked her over appreciatively. 

"Yes, a beer please. Sapporo Black Label." 

"Certainly, sir." 

An attractive uniform for the bar staff, I thought, as 
she tripped off, taking sexy little steps in her high 
heels. I must come here more often. I wonder if she is 
wearing anything under that pretty little skirt. 
Surely not. That would spoil it. 

She returned and stood beside me, balancing the tray 
with a glass on her left hand while she poured the 
beer with her right. I reached up and slid my hand 
gently up her skirt. No, nothing underneath. Nice, I 
thought. I looked up at her face. She was smiling 
discreetly but was still pouring accurately, not 
distracted at all by my light stroking of her smooth 
bottom. Well trained, I thought. Really, a lot of 
effort has gone into getting this place just right. 

"Will I see you on stage this evening?" I asked as she 
placed the full glass and the bottle on my little 
side-table. The decorations fixed to her breasts and 
navel tinkled agreeably as she moved. 

"No, sir, I'm afraid not. I'm on bar duty tonight." 

"Oh. Pity." 

She smiled politely and withdrew. As I took the first 
sip of beer lights began to come up on the stage area 
and Tama's next show began. She entered with a second 
girl, both of them dressed in delightfully sexy OL 
uniforms. I wondered idly if it was the actual uniform 
Tama wore at work during the day. There was a bit of 
dialogue in which the other girl addressed her as 
_o-nesan_ or "elder sister": obviously Tama, even 
though the younger and less experienced, had because 
of her height been given the part of the senior of the 
two, and the other was supposed to be younger and very 
much under her spell. Tama patted her on the cheek and 
she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Then they kissed: 
shyly at first, then more and more passionately as a 
full-scale lesbian scene developed. The girls helped 
each other out of their clothes and Tama stood over 
her colleague, dressed now only in garter-belt and 
dark stockings, directing her as she sucked and licked 
her pussy. Then they were on the bed - yes, there was 
a bed in this office - in a passionate sixty-nine 
position. 

As so often in Japanese strip-clubs there were a few 
girls in the audience. Across the stage on the 
opposite side from me was a little group of older 
schoolgirls, watching everything that happened with 
fascination. No doubt one had dared the others and 
they had somehow found enough pocket-money for the 
entrance fee. Or else the management, always on the 
look-out for new talent and new audience, had let them 
in for nothing on their first visit. 

After Tama and her partner had performed their first 
orgasm, she left the bed and went to kneel on the edge 
of the stage facing the group of girls. I could not 
hear what she was saying, but it was clear she was 
inviting them, or one of them, to join in. There was 
much squealing and giggling, and enthusiastic 
encouragement from the men in the audience, and at 
last one girl - perhaps the ringleader who had brought 
the group here - stood up. She looked round boldly, 
then took one of the others by the hand and dragged 
her up onto the stage after her. This is getting good, 
I thought. 

Tama and her partner helped the two out of their 
school uniforms and passed the clothes to their 
friends in the audience to look after. Then each took 
one of the schoolgirls and showed her what to do. The 
elder one at least needed little encouragement - she 
was no doubt a leader of after-hours sexual activity 
at her school - and was soon rapturously making love 
with Tama's fellow-actress, as if with an adored 
teacher. The other schoolgirl was much more timid, 
even though as so often happens she had lost much of 
her shyness with her clothes. But Tama led her gently 
into the lesbian loveliness for which she secretly 
yearned, and a very stimulating foursome developed, 
the schoolgirl amateurs screaming joyously as their 
new-found passion mounted. 

At last the scene ended and it was time for the girls 
to walk temptingly down into the audience. What, I 
wondered, would happen now to the two schoolgirls? 
Would they be allowed to rejoin their friends, dress 
and receive their envious congratulations? No: Tama, 
beautifully nude now in only her OL high-heels and 
lovingly embracing her equally naked schoolgirl 
partner, was leading her into the audience, taking a 
route which led her a long way from where her clothes 
were being held for her. And the other girl was doing 
the same, taking the more experienced amateur with 
her. Tama and her partner found their way to an area 
close to where I was reclining. I made no move to 
attract them, but waited to see what they would do. A 
group of men near me were holding their arms out and 
soon one had received the giggling, squirming little 
virgin schoolgirl who, having shown off her pretty 
pubescent nudity for the first time in public, was 
about to achieve the ultimate heaven of being fucked 
by an experienced lover before an appreciative 
audience. Not just once but many times: I watched 
fascinated as, wriggling and squealing, she was passed 
naked from man to man, becoming less and less 
inhibited and self-conscious as she thanked them 
prettily and begged them to do it all to her again, 
and again, and please _please_ not to stop doing it. 
Never could a girl have had a more magical 
introduction into the bliss of public sex. 

"Shall we go now?" said a voice. 

I looked up, and there was Tama, still charmingly 
nude. 

"Yes, if you're ready," I said. 

"Come with me for a moment - I'll just get a coat, and 
bring my clothes for tomorrow. Then I won't have to 
..." 

Go home, she meant. The weekend was ours to enjoy. I 
began to plan the night's programme as I followed her. 
We would start with an hour or so of Paradise. But 
after that ... perhaps I could delicately enquire 
whether her sexual education had yet awakened any 
interest in equally thrilling but less celestial 
pleasures. The locked door of my secret sound-proofed 
room was waiting patiently for us both. 


FOOTNOTES

[18] See _Unfinished Affairs_ Chapter XII. I met Yuki 
again working at one of these clubs. 


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