FLASHBACK: Megumi's rave encounter!

"Truth," Abigail said to herself. "Truth, truth... have you ever done something naughty in public?"

Megumi laughed. "You bet I have!"

***

Like any good Japanese teenage girl, Megumi loved raves. She had gone to high school in Tokyo, away from her family. With the stipend her businessman father had given her, getting a fake ID was no problem. It wasn't even hard with all the money she had to get whatever **** she wanted for her and all her friends at their exclusive high school. Which meant that she had been going out to the dance clubs and partying her ass off almost every night since she was sixteen. This particular encounter, though, had taken place at her favourite underground club only a few weeks before she had gotten on a plane to England to attend school at St. Emilia's, when she had been eighteen years old...

She was dancing and sweating her ass off, rolling hard on ecstasy. As always, she was dressed in her school uniform, with her white dress shirt tied off into a crop top and her skirt rolled up so that anyone watching could see her panties as she danced. This was her favourite type of exercise. Feeling strange guys rubbing up against her or watching her friends with their own fake IDs get down on the dance floor was the best way ro spend a Friday night, hands down.

Megumi locked eyes with a guy across the room. She had seen him around before, and always thought he was cute, but she had never made a move. One of her friends who would know had told her once that he was the son of a yakuza boss, and he looked the part. Long dark hair, goatee, covered in tattoos. She was a little bit in love with him, and they had never even spoken. Tonight that was going to have to change. She danced her way across the club to where he was watching the floor like a hawk, ignoring the **** gropings of all the less interesting men along the way.

"Hey," she yelled when she got within earshot of him. He didn't say anything, but he looked right at her. He had heard, he was just too cool to say anything, apparently. "I just turned eighteen, and I'm leaving the country next week!" Hopefully that would pique his interest somewhat.

She pressed her body up against his, and right away his hands were all over her. His fingers found their way under her shirt, and she gasped, only to find herself short of breath when his other hand went up her skirt and down her panties. Soon Megumi was bent at the hip, knees literally knocking as she struggled to keep from falling over with this stranger's fingers inside her. When she had the presence of mind to look up, she saw that her friends were dancing with Yakuza Boy's entourage, and that they were pointing and laughing at her in her compromised state.

***

Back in the dormitory common room, Megumi smiled. "Yeah!" she said. "So that's what happened! I had such an awesome time that night!"