Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 12 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, tort, exhib, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 12 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER XII Haruka Discovers Roshutsu It was a long journey by train to Asakusa, but I passed the time fantasising about Haruka walking through an admiring crowd wearing nothing but a little body-paint. I expect she was doing the same. As we slid the door open and stepped inside the old-fashioned shop, the kindly old lady excused herself politely from a couple who were looking at a display of rings and welcomed us warmly. I had called ahead to say we were coming and she had the new decoration ready for us on the counter, arranged neatly on a velvet tray. Haruka looked at it with longing, then picked it up and ran her fingers lovingly over the shining collar, the glittering chains and finally the little steel sleeves which would slide over her erect nipples and caress them with their cruel grip. Then she put it back on the tray and swiftly pulled off her cropped tee-shirt. She smoothed her hair and tossed the ponytail down her back, then stood erect, proudly but submissively offering herself to the decoration and the torture so lovingly prepared for her. The young couple looked up with interest from their own purchases and watched discreetly. "Let me help you, dear." The old lady carefully unscrewed the little steel bars which Haruka had been wearing, gave them a polish on a soft cloth and placed them to one side on the velvet tray. "Yes, these are very clever," she said, "and I can see why you enjoy wearing them. But I think you'll find the style your friend has chosen for you will suit you even better. It's important to combine beauty with stimulation. It gives pleasure to the observer, and as you get used to it you will come to like it yourself." "Oh, I do ... I _do_!" said Haruka in a husky little voice. "Yes, I see you already do, my dear. It is so good to meet a young lady who appreciates these lovely decorations. In the old days, when I was young, girls were brought up to learn the beauty of pain, and to understand that while pleasure was good pain was a much more advanced aspect of the same thing to be treasured and sought after. And men pursued such girls and prized them highly. But nowadays ..." She began by fitting the broad steel collar round Haruka's neck. It was hinged at the back and lined with soft white leather, and when she clicked the hidden lock shut at the front it fitted snugly but comfortably. She pointed out the little keyhole and laid the key carefully on the tray. "Be careful not to lose it," she said to me. "Though of course some young ladies like to be locked permanently into a decoration like this - or dream of being." "How well you understand!" I said politely. "It is good to serve a client who has taste," she said. "When I was a girl people understood the importance of taking things slowly, allowing a sensation to build and last ... but now they want everything at once. Well, never mind." Whoever had made this piece of steel jewellery had improved on the original design. The nipple-clamps dangled from the collar by thick chains which would loop elegantly round Haruka's breasts once the clamps were in place, but two other shorter chains joined the upper surface of each clamp to the sides of the collar. And chains fell from each clamp, their ends weighted so that they would hang straight and swing sexily as she moved. I could tell that Haruka was trying to hold herself still as the moment approached when the clamps would be attached, but she was breathing fast and trembling slightly with excitement. Her nipples were rock-hard and fully erect: there was no need to tease them into position to receive the metal sleeves waiting for them. The old lady turned to me. "Would you like to apply the clamps, or shall I?" "Please will you do it while I watch," I replied. She deftly slid the little instruments over Haruka's nipples and twisted the screws just enough to keep them in position. She stood aside and let me enjoy the pretty effect. The longer chains fell from the collar between her breasts and then looped round them following the line of an imaginary support bra before curving upwards to the nipples. The shorter chains passed direct from the clamps up to the hooks on either side of the collar to which they were neatly fastened, while the weighted ones dangled heavily towards her waist. Quite apart from the pleasure the decoration would give Haruka once the clamps were tightened, the effect was charming. I could hardly take my eyes off her, but I glanced briefly at the young couple watching us and could see they were fascinated by her heightened beauty. It needed of course to be shown off by a topless dress or blouse. "Shall I tighten them for you now? Are you ready?" "Oh yes! Yes _please_! As tight as they can go!" "Careful, dear! There is almost no limit to their grip, you know, and they can deliver a lot of torment until you are used to them." Haruka said nothing. Using both hands the old lady twisted the two screws simultaneously. Watching carefully I could see the two sides of each steel sleeve drawing closer and closer together and the little openings through which I could just make out the tips of Haruka's nipples getting smaller and smaller. She still stood firmly with her shoulders back and head proudly erect. "Enough, dear?" "No, no ... more!" she whispered. Still the slow compression of her sensitive nipples continued till at last the old lady decided the agony delivered by the little instruments was sufficient. Only then did Haruka pick up the hand mirror lying on the counter and look at the result, and walk to the tall glass and examine herself. "Oh ... ohhh ... it's so beautiful! And it feels so good! I never want to take it off - never, never!" The other girl left her companion and joined Haruka in front of the mirror. She slipped her arm round her waist. "You are so beautiful!" she said, "And so fortunate." "Do you really think so?" asked Haruka politely. "Yes - perhaps I could ask ... him ... to buy something like this for me." Haruka said nothing and waited. "We are to be married, you see." They both turned to look discreetly at the young man. He was expensively dressed in smart casual clothes and had long, well-styled hair. Perhaps he had some successful job in the entertainment business? He did not look like a standard-model salaryman from a company or government department making an upward career move by marrying a pretty Office Lady of respectable family. At the moment his self-confidence was dented by exposure to girl-talk about his impending submission to matrimony. Haruka was politely congratulating her new friend. "So are you here to choose a ring?" she asked. "Well, yes ... I thought, that is we thought, it would be nicer, and more fashionable, to have nipple-rings rather than a traditional ring on my finger. I work in the entertainment business, you see, in one of his companies, and a lot of my friends have done that." So I had been right: she wasn't an OL or anything like that but a young woman from a good family who had sought a career in the sex-business. And why not? There is no essential difference between pleasing men during working hours as an Office Lady or _shokuba no hana_ [21] in a nice short skirt and pleasing them out of office hours as a stripper or nude hostess. It is just that the latter is more fun and can be better paid. "The wedding is in a few weeks, you see," she was saying. "I am going tomorrow to have the holes pierced ... it will take a while for them to heal fully ... of course I will be fitted with sleepers. Then at the wedding instead of putting a ring on my finger he will place the rings in my breasts. Don't you think that will be pretty?" "Oh yes - very!" said Haruka, her eyes sparkling. "I have never had my nipples pierced," she confided. "Of course I want to, _so_ much, but I haven't yet left school and I suppose there would be trouble if I had it done. And I want a navel-stud, and ... and, you know, other body jewellery ..." "I'm sure they will look lovely on you," said the other girl. "And now you have this beautiful decoration! You're so lucky! Will you wear it, you know, without anything to cover it when you go to parties or on dates?" "Yes, of course! I can't hide it, can I? Or perhaps with some kind of topless dress ... you know ... it would feel even nicer knowing that everyone could see it ..." "Forgive my asking," said the other girl rather tentatively, "but have you, er, done any modelling or on-stage work?" "Of course!" said Haruka happily. "I strip, I work in hostess clubs - in fact I'm due on stage tonight." "Stripping?" "Mm'mm! Lovely!" "It is, isn't it? I see you understand ... when I was your age my family wanted me to become an OL in a big company. But there was only one thing I wanted to do ... once I had discovered, like you have ... I just _had_ to!" The girls turned towards the mirror again. I wondered if Haruka realised she had just received a tentative offer of employment in whatever entertainment business the couple managed. I must make sure to get the young man's card before he left. "I think you should take the key now, sir," the old lady was saying with a friendly smile. She slipped it into a little plastic envelope and I stored it carefully away. It occurred to me that it would be fun to tease Haruka later by telling her that it was already lost. The clamps Haruka had been wearing earlier were also neatly wrapped and joined the key in my pocket. I began to discuss the matter of payment. Did she want a deposit for the more valuable decoration I had ordered for Haruka's birthday in October? No, she knew me well enough for that to be unnecessary. Over by the mirror Haruka had fallen strangely silent, fiddling with her new toys and enjoying the strong new sensations surging through her. Calling her over to join me, I told her it was time to go and handed her the tee-shirt she had been wearing. She shook her head. "I promised!" she said in a hoarse whisper. I considered reminding her that her promise had been of public nudity not just enhanced toplessness, and that she should therefore remove her denim shorts as well as her top, but decided not to tease her while she was still enjoying her new metal lover and learning the refinements of the torture it would grant her. I turned to the young man and formally offered him my business-card. "I am a journalist," I said. "I specialise in reporting on the Tokyo entertainment scene. Perhaps I might call on you some day?" "Of course," he said, giving me his card in exchange. "Perhaps in a few weeks, after ..." "Naturally. And my congratulations on your marriage." With the tee-shirt stowed in a discreet carrier bag we left the shop, the old lady murmuring thanks and best wishes for our future happiness and mutual fulfilment. Asakusa is a fairly easy-going place and while it is hardly common for a girl to walk down the main avenue in nothing but tight shorts, platform shoes and an elaborate arrangement of metal jewellery embracing her breasts no one is likely to object. Most of the girls out window-shopping at that time of day have a keen interest in sexy costume and those who noticed Haruka examined her with interest as if taking note of a new fashion trend. The few men around at that time of day looked at her appreciatively. Older people hurrying along the avenue to pay their respects to the Buddhist deity Kannon were busy on their own affairs, and if they looked at Haruka at all probably did no more than mutter "Honestly, young people today!" under their breath. I was anxious to hurry Haruka on to the station, through the complex subway journey ahead of us to Akasaka Mitsuke, and up the hill to my apartment where I could get her out of her few remaining clothes. The chief reason for my hurry was the great difficulty I was having in controlling my lust for her. Another reason of course was that I did not want her to spend any more money. I was trying hard to remember the total of my obligations on my credit card and the exact amount I had in the bank, and was doing some complicated mental arithmetic. That is a good way of slowing down one's lust, as men trying to avoid climax before their girls are ready have always known. Unfortunately it was doing nothing to cool mine, and I noticed that a group of girls coming towards us, after admiring Haruka's appearance, slid their glances sideways to me, their beautiful brown eyes dancing with amusement as they saw my bulging crotch. I could not help assessing the chances of developing this fortuitous encounter into something mutually enjoyable and was working up a smile when I suddenly noticed I had lost Haruka. She was striding purposefully towards the entrance of the dress-shop. I hurried after her, leaving the group of girls in a state of helpless giggles. "Haruka, you mustn't," I said firmly, grabbing her by the arm. "You know you mustn't." "Oh, but I must!" she replied. "I need something to wear with this -" she gestured towards her new decoration with her free hand "- and you know I don't have a thing that will do." She pulled herself free and tripped into the shop. I followed helplessly. The assistant who had sold Haruka the shimmering blue minidress on our last visit recognised us at once but was serving another customer. She stole a moment to murmur something to a colleague who bustled over full of helpfulness. Haruka was very precise about what she wanted and soon the shop-girl was showing her shirt-waister dresses designed to button the short distance from the waist down to the hem of the skirt while leaving a broad open vee from the shoulders to the belt. Haruka took off her denim shorts and stood naked in the shop trying on the assistant's suggestions, finally settling on a clinging white dress in a style which could be adjusted to expose her breasts fully. A temporarily redundant male, I stood and considered her. She had suddenly become confident and decisive. Only weeks before, she had depended on me to guide her blossoming sexuality in directions which would best exploit its beauties and give maximum satisfaction both to her and to her lovers. How had she matured so quickly? Our talk of the little demons who had come to life within her and ensured she made the most of the sexual pleasures over which each of them presided was just a lovers' fantasy, but it was a sort of metaphor for the way in which a young girl becomes a sexual being, takes control of her desires and lusts, and directs her own sensuality in the way that pleases her best. Of course I did not know in detail what was done to her during her evening shifts at her clubs, nor what special delights she discovered at private parties late at night and when offering herself to be casually picked up on her daytime expeditions. I felt a bit like a father whose beloved daughter was slipping away from him and starting an independent life of her own. Come to think of it, all my girls had been like daughters to me and I was always happy, if a little nostalgic, when the time came for them to thank me prettily for all I had taught them and set off on their own journeys into endless orgasm, given and received. Only a few weeks ago Haruka had been just a pretty girl who had to warn her lovers that the sensitivity of her breasts could tip her into orgasm more quickly than they expected. Now, with a little guidance from me, she had systematically developed all aspects of her sensitivity and knew how to activate them as she wished. Just as a great artist or musician is able to develop a greater awareness of colour, form and sound than most of us can, and lives in an enhanced world of which most of us are only dimly aware, so Haruka had achieved a miraculous state of hypersexuality. Artists can express their vision and make it possible for others to share it. In the same way Haruka could now invite her lovers into her world of sensual ecstasy and let them participate in her state of exalted grace. I was very proud of her. But great artists can be very demanding. They owe it to themselves to be. "Now shoes," said Haruka firmly after I had settled the bill for her dress. "Oh Haruka, really ..." She walked firmly out of the shop and into the nearby shoe-store, leaving me to carry her rejected denim shorts. Again, she knew exactly what she wanted and was soon provided with high-heeled sandals in glittering silver which picked up perfectly the gleaming steel of her collar and breast decorations and the shimmering white of her clinging dress. I followed her down the broad avenue carrying bags containing her clothes and the platform shoes she had once so enjoyed wearing. I felt awkward: Japanese men do not carry things for their girls, except perhaps while on honeymoon. She stopped, looked back at my dejected face and laughed merrily. "I'll make it up to you!" she said. "You'd better," I replied, trying to be severe. "You've been a bad girl." "Mm'mm," she said, rubbing herself delightfully against me. "Punish me?" "You bet." "Fuck me?" "For hours." "Will you lock me into your lovely machine?" "Certainly not. The way I feel it will have to be personal, not delegated to a machine." "Lend me your phone." I had the number of her manager's office in the memory. I leant close to her so that I could listen to both sides of the conversation. "I'm very sorry," she said in her little-girl voice, "but I won't be able to come in this evening." "Haruka, don't give me that crap about your period starting early. I know you sluts. You're with a lover, aren't you?" "Well ..." "I don't like this." "I promise I'll make it up to you ... Can I work two shifts tomorrow night instead?" "OK," he said grudgingly. That will do. I'll expect you at six instead of nine. And I'll tell the guys to give you a _very_ thorough work-out." "Will you? Oh, you are so good to me! I'd love that!" "What, even after a heavy night with your lover, whoever he is?" "Of course! You know me. The more I get, the more I want." "All right, Haruka. Tell him to give you a specially good one for me." The phone went dead. Haruka handed it back to me and hugged my arm. "Now, tell me what you are planning to do to me when we get home. _Everything_." And later, as we were lying in each other's arms, naked apart from Haruka's new jewellery, our mutual lust temporarily satisfied and waiting for the miracle of sexual appetite to recover, I said: "You never did walk down the street fully naked for me, like you promised." "I will! I will! You know how I want to!" "I'm thinking about it." My cock, which had been lying soft in her hand, began to stiffen. She giggled. "I can tell you are! Thinking about me being nude in public, I mean. Go on thinking about it, and get lovely and hard again and ready to fuck me. Let's imagine. We're on the Ginza. It's a sunny Sunday afternoon so it's _hokosha tengoku_ [22] time. I'm wearing my highest heels and my beautiful new jewellery and _absolutely_ nothing else. You are watching me and wanting me, wanting me so much! (Mm,mm, that's right. You'll be ready to fuck me again soon.) The street is crowded. Everyone is looking at me and wanting me just as much as you do. I smile and wave at them all. They take me to the very middle of the big crossing. There's a _futon_ there - never mind how it got there - and they arrange me on it. On my back - no, on my hands and knees. One man enters my cunt, another my arse, and a third my mouth. There are three huge groups of them waiting in three lines. Everyone is watching, taking photos and videos. I come and come and beg them never, _never_ to stop ... I think you're ready now. Shall I be on top?" "Yes ... I mean no ... I mean just a moment - stop doing that. I think I can contact some people who make _roshutsu_ videos." "Oooh, can you? When? Tomorrow?" "It's not quite as simple as you imagine. They usually need a team of four: a cameraman, two guards to go ahead and follow and make sure there are no police about and stop any passers-by from getting too close to the nude girl, and one man to drive the car in case you have to get away quickly. They usually do it early in the morning in places like Shinjuku Station. I've seen their work. It's good. The girls are pretty and you can tell how aroused and excited they are." "Well, of course, any girl would be wouldn't she? _When_ can I do that?" "As soon as I can arrange it. Now bend over, the way you were on the Ginza - I want to fuck you from behind." "Do you want me to suck you first?" "No, I'll suck you - both holes ... hold tight!" At that moment the mobile rang. "Oh, fuck!" I said ambiguously. "Ignore it," said Haruka from the pillow. "Better not. It might be one of my editors. Or your manager." I scrambled off the bed and grabbed the phone just in time. "Haruka there?" It was indeed her manager. "Yes, but ... we were -" "I'll bet you were. Pull out of her for just a minute, will you." I handed the phone over unwillingly, and sat beside her. My wet cock shrank as it began to feel cold. She held the phone so that I could hear the conversation. "Haruka, I know I gave you the evening off to fuck your lover, but this is a crisis." "Yes?" "Friend of mine runs a big strip-joint. Several girls have let him down. I owe him a favour so I'm helping him. Can you get over there? It's near Roppongi." "Sure." She made writing gestures at me. I found her a pen and a pad of sticky notes. "Good girl. It's not my kind of classy place. Not members-only. It's a big public place, big stage, fancy lighting, several girls on stage at a time." "Sounds fun." "I thought you'd enjoy it." He dictated the address and directions. "And listen. Tell that lover of yours I'm sorry I interrupted his fun and he can have a free pass to make up. I'll tell the joint. Mention my name when he gets there." "I'm to go and strip tonight," said Haruka after he had hung up. "I heard." "Of course I've done that lots of times. But he said this place is different. A public theatre where anyone can go to see us girls get nude!" "And get fucked?" "Oh, I do _hope_ so! There's no point in going to all the trouble of being nude if you don't get fucked, is there?" I picked up the note she had written and began to puzzle out the address in her girlish handwriting. "It's in Roppongi," she said. "Well, I'd got that far." "A place called Synthesis [23]. Do you know it?" "Haven't been there for years. Used to quite often when I was new in Tokyo. It's a good place to pick up girls for a quick cheap fuck - or used to be." "Well, I'll be _very_ cheap," she said, fluttering her eyelashes coyly. "Free, in fact. You always tell me to be careful not to accept money while I'm still underage." "You've cost me a lot today," I said, trying to sound severe. "But don't you think I'm worth it?" she asked illogically. "Now, you were just about to suck my arse-hole." "So I was, you slut. Get into position then." FOOTNOTES [21] Literally "workplace flower". The term for an OL who is so pretty and pleasing that she is given only the lightest duties and is required simply to improve morale in the office by just being there. - B W [22] "Pedestrian paradise", the rather cute Japanese name for a period when a stretch of road is closed to traf?c and only pedestrians are allowed to use it. - B W [23] Roppongi, meaning Six Trees (written with three very easy characters which is why I was a bit put out by Haruka's impatience with my slow reading skills), is a traditional entertainment area. In recent years it has been very much developed and smartened up, but a few of the bigger old-style establishments like Synthesis (or _Shinseshisu_, another example of the Japanese enthusiasm for almost unpronounceable foreign names) are still going strong backed by investments better not inquired into. - B W [Next in Part 13: Chapter XIII: Haruka Performs at Synthesis] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk