Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 13 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, exhib, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 13 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER XIII Haruka Performs at Synthesis Synthesis was indeed a big public place down a side street a short walk from Roppongi Hills, the area's newly rebuilt centre. There was an enormous garishly illuminated signboard outside, decorated with artwork of stylised nude girls and displaying simpering semi-nude photos of at least some of the girls who were allegedly on stage that evening. In a mixture of _kanji_, _katakana_ and _romaji_ it proclaimed "20 GIRLS 20 OK!!" and informed customers that they were welcome to use their cameras. If you can't stop it, you might as well make the most of permitting it, I thought. A barker in an ill-fitting tuxedo looked Haruka over hungrily and then started on his sales pitch. "She's here to perform," I said firmly as Haruka flirted at him, "and I'm representing ..." He changed at once from salesman to boss and brusquely directed Haruka to the stage-door. "Do you want me to wait and take you home?" I asked before she disappeared. "No, no - stay and enjoy the show as long as you like, but don't wait for me. I'll be all right. Someone's bound to give me a ride home." She stood on tiptoe in her heels and kissed me. "Enjoy yourself," I said. "I intend to," she replied, and disappeared into a side entrance. "If you're coming in, it's this way," said the barker, heading me off from following Haruka into the backstage area. Haruka's manager had kept his promise and a mention of his name got me into the theatre without paying. These places have certainly improved since I was last here, I thought. The stage was large and placed centrally in the big room surrounded by the audience, many of whom, clutching cameras, were squatting on the floor as close to the performers as they could get. The stage was made up of an oblong joining two circular platforms, each of which had a rotating centre on which a girl could dance or lie under the bright pulsating lights while being turned slowly and displayed to everyone at that end of the theatre. Three girls were performing. They were much prettier than girls in such theatres used to be, I thought, looking at them dancing to the loud music and bathed in the elaborate lighting effects - Synthesis did not favour the discreet sophistication of the classier private clubs. Some of the audience, seeing a _gaijin_ guest approaching the stage, shifted politely to one side to make room for me, but I gestured that I did not expect that and chose instead a tip-up seat in the first row behind the enthusiastic photographers clustered round the stage. A nude girl was rolling from side to side on one of the circular platforms, stroking her body slowly and sexily with her hands, opening her legs wide then closing them again, making sure her admirers got to see and photograph everything they were paying for and reaching down into the audience with a coy smile to pat them and stroke their hair and faces. On the platform at the other end another girl in high-heeled boots and a glittering g-string was dancing vigorously, tossing her long tousled hair so as to hide and then reveal her pretty breasts. From time to time she would tuck her fingers into her g-string, stroke herself and make to remove it before retreating again from the final revelation, skilfully stoking the spectators' lust and, I guessed, her own - a girl's perky erect nipples are always a clear indication of her own arousal. Up and down the middle of the stage a girl was walking with elegant steps wearing a pretty party dress with a dark blue spangled strapless top, fluffing up the white petticoats of its wide short skirt with her gloved hands so as make clear, as if by accident, that she was wearing nothing underneath. This theatre was after all a palace of fantasy, where in his memory or on his camera every man could store up visions of his dream girl: a nude and insatiable slut rolling around just beyond his reach, a juicy tigress with her fingers inside her g-string where he wanted his to be, or a cute date who had forgotten to wear panties and was provocatively available under her dainty skirt. The music became faster. The nude girl at one end of the stage rolled slowly towards the centre of her round platform away from her admirers, stood up, made a low bow and disappeared into the wings. I had been wondering how the girls got on and off the stage: there did not seem to be any curtains separating the performance space from the backstage area. Still perfectly nude, she just stepped down off the end of the stage and walked through the audience till she left the lighted area and vanished into a dark corridor behind the last row of spectators. As the show progressed I saw that all the girls did that, receiving the compliments and caresses of audience members as they passed among them with grace or with mock-modest squeals. It was a nice extra touch of intimacy between spectators and performers, I thought. When I looked back at the stage I saw that the girl in the party dress had taken over the empty platform. She was kneeling on the edge, encouraging her admirers to reach up to her, and then twisted round inviting them to help her by sliding down the zipper holding her blue spangled top together. It soon fell away, leaving her naked above the waist. She let it lie unwanted on the stage, stood up and stroked her firm breasts teasing the nipples fully erect. Then she danced, fiddling with the waistband of her frilly skirt. That, I was sure, would not stay on much longer. The revelation would be all the more arousing for her lack of panties: there would be a sudden contrast between her modest skirt and her shameless nudity when she stood before us, charming in just heels and long gloves. Meanwhile the girl in boots had removed her g-string at last and was now posing provocatively on the central area, her fingers probing vigorously into her cunt. After a few minutes of masturbation she withdrew her hand, squatted down with her thighs wide apart and held out her fingers for an admirer on my side of the stage to lick. When she was tired of teasing him she stood again and danced across to the other side, first rejecting a man's advances and then with mock reluctance encouraging him to come up on stage and join her. That left the other round platform free and two new girls had entered and taken it over. They were wearing the sort of short tight dresses girls wear when they go to discos, one in blue and one in red. A glitter ball had started to turn above them, showering them with flashes of coloured light. They had their arms round each other and as they danced their tiny tight skirts, which were hardly long enough to cover their bottoms fully, rose up further and gave a clear view of the minute black crotch-pieces which just covered their pubic hair. They danced vigorously together with long, high kicks of their elegant legs. Then they stopped and began to kiss passionately, their hands running up and down each other's bodies, lifting their skirts to waist level. First one, then the other tiny crotch-piece was removed and thrown uncaringly into the audience to be snatched up by souvenir-hunters who savoured their aroma rapturously. The two girls slowly collapsed onto the revolving platform and continued their lesbian love-making. At the other end of the stage the girl who had once been showing off her party dress was wearing only her long gloves now, and was teetering coyly on the edge of her platform pretending to refuse urgent invitations to step down into the audience. At last she gave way and an eager group of men gathered round her stroking and petting her nakedness as she reclined among them, her gloved arms elegantly arranged as she begged them insincerely not to gang-rape her. Back on the central part of the stage the naked girl in boots took her chosen man by the hand and led him to the now vacant platform. He knelt in front of her, stroking her arse and kissing her neatly trimmed mound. She pressed him down onto his back, unfastened his belt and released his trousers, revealing underpants decorated with some kind of slogan. She swung round and squatted over his face. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his mouth, eagerly slurping her juice while she leant forward and began to stroke his erection through the cloth of his underpants. The lesbian couple had undressed each other fully now and were coupling enthusiastically as coloured spotlights swung over them. There was no MC at this theatre holding things up with irrelevant announcements, but before the next girl entered there was a recorded drum-roll suggesting that the management thought she deserved special attention. The music slowed and she stepped onto the round platform to one side of the lesbian couple and strode with slow, confident steps in silver sandals with tall spike heels towards the central part of the stage. Her head was thrown back so that her long hair cascaded down almost as far as her bottom. She was covered in a long white drapery tied together in a simple bow at her neck above her breasts: it flowed round her and was big enough to cover her legs as she walked, but it was thin and the lights now concentrating on her from both sides shone through it and revealed a clear outline of her nakedness. As she reached the part of the stage intended for her performance she broke into a slow, lithe dance waving her arms, raising her legs high and twisting her supple body till she was bent back almost far enough to touch the floor with her hands before suddenly going down on her knees with her thighs wide open. Still we in the audience could see only the outline of her nudity silhouetted in the semi-transparent cloth. The audience were fascinated, overwhelmed by her graceful beauty. The management were right to draw attention to this girl, I thought, she was special and knew how to combine the aesthetic with the erotic. Suddenly I recognised her: it was Haruka making her first appearance. She was an experienced young stripper by now and knew it was important to take her time over revealing her nakedness, stoking up the audience's lust so that the final revelation would be even more enjoyable. But I knew her well enough to see that she was as excited and eager as any man in her audience. She pretended to be in control of the sexual magic which bound us to her but in reality her lust was as seething as ours. As she danced her hands kept fluttering up towards the bow which was all that held together the cloth covering her. I could hear her appealing to us as she played with the cloth, "May I? Oh please, may I? I want to so much!" And of course every man within range of her pleading voice was answering, "Yes, yes! Take it off!" "I want to be nude - oh, so much! Please, I must be, I _must_!" "Yes, yes! You must!" they replied. She went down on her knees again, her thighs wide open. With a delicate gesture her fingers plucked at the bow above her breasts, released it - and then, first taking a deep breath, she flung her arms wide apart briefly holding the cloth behind her and then letting it flutter to the ground, revealing the perfect nudity that we had all known was there waiting for us. Her naked beauty was enhanced by an elaborate glittering necklace and pretty bangles clasping her upper arms and hinting at her willing enslavement to the overwhelming lust uniting everyone in the big room. There was a gasp as we experienced together that moment of awestruck wonder at the loveliness of a girl's youthful nudity. It does not always occur and when it does it lasts only a split-second before being swept aside by the thrusting upsurge of desire. It is unforgettable, this simultaneous experience of perfect beauty and scorching lust. Girls feel it too when they are nude before an audience, conscious that at the supreme moment of revelation they inspire both awe and appetite in the men they are enslaving. It is a more addictive high than any drug can give and a girl who has once experienced it will be driven to seek it again and again. There was not a millimetre of Haruka's desirable body I did not know intimately. I had lost count of the number of times, and ways, I had fucked her and pleasured her. So why was I so thrilled by seeing her up there? There is something especially beautiful about seeing your own girl, nude on stage or at a party, lusted after by an appreciative audience and coyly displaying her own pretty lust in return. And I am not the jealous type: I have always been willing to share my girls and I enjoy seeing them fucked. When we part, and they go off to better themselves in the wonderful world of sex, we part with happy memories and without regrets. There are always other girls, after all, eager to be picked up and introduced to pleasures they have been dreaming about and longing to experience. Haruka was on her feet again now, dancing with long elegant strides round the edge of the stage getting closer and closer to her audience. After three or four circuits she crossed to the centre again and picked up the sheet she had worn by one end. Now she was running, joyously like a girl nude in the open air, the long cloth floating behind her. Then her mood changed: she stopped, wrapped the cloth teasingly round her hips and performed a series of high kicks without ever quite revealing her pussy. The audience groaned in frustration. She knelt again, up on her knees with her thighs neatly together, and was briefly modest. She crossed her arms over her breasts with her hands clutching her shoulders and buried her face: I could have sworn I even saw her blush. As soon as she was satisfied that this shy pose had wound the audience's lust for her up yet another notch, she suddenly changed again and arranged herself in a half-reclining position, stroking herself sexily and lasciviously as if showing her admirers what she longed to have them do to her. She rolled across to the very edge of the stage on the side where I was sitting, the cloth following her and wrapping itself round her thighs and hips as she raised one leg and teased her pussy and clitoris with her fingers. Those closest to her leaned forward, watching and photographing avidly as she took up a series of elegant poses while holding the lips of her love-hole daintily open with her fingertips so that they could gaze at the juicy pinkness within. A few bold fingers crept forward and entered her. She gasped with pleasure, then pulled away, changed position and offered herself to others. Then it was the turn of her admirers across the stage. She rolled over, taking the cloth with her. I could not see exactly what she was doing though I could hear the gasps of pleasure and admiration over the slow music. I glanced at the other acts. To my right the lesbian couple had chosen a man and were fucking him vigorously as he lay on his back, one impaled on his cock the other sitting firmly on his face, while above him they kissed passionately and caressed each other's breasts. Over on the left-hand platform another threesome was turning slowly under the lights, the nude girl on knees and elbows being fucked from behind by one man while another was taking up position for her to suck him - I could just see another man struggling into his shirt and trousers as he prepared to leave the platform having had his own turn in her skilful mouth. Haruka was standing again now. She skipped in little steps to where she had left her covering and with graceful movements picked it up, folded it neatly and arranged it on the floor as a rudimentary bed. She reclined elegantly, one leg over the other and supporting her upper body on one hand as she beckoned to the audience on both sides with the other. A glitter ball in the ceiling began to turn, showering her with flakes of golden light. I could hear her moaning with longing and then murmuring "Oh, I _must_ have it! Fuck me, fuck me! Please, _please_ don't keep me waiting!" There was a short pause, but then champions climbed onto the stage one from each side. They quickly shed their clothes and knelt beside her, stroking and kissing her. As if by agreement one moved downwards till he could gently move her legs apart and start to kiss her crotch, luxuriating in that juicy hairless pussy which I had enjoyed so often. The other remained by her head, kissing her upper mouth passionately in between bouts of licking and nibbling her nipples. But soon the man at her lower mouth had enough of kisses and, rising onto his knees, prepared to enter her. His colleague also offered her his cock and soon they were penetrating her at both ends. Not surprisingly in view of the excitement and stimulation of fucking in front of an audience they both came quickly, one spattering her face and breasts with blobs and streaks which glistened in the light, the other at last pulling out leaving a trail of creamy cum oozing gently out of her pussy. "More! More! Oh, I _must_ have more!" she moaned. Two other men soon took their places, kneeling on either side of her as she stroked their erections, then entering her and fucking both her juicy love-holes vigorously. After that Haruka slowly stood up and gathered up her cloth, wrapping it lightly round her hips. The cum dripping slowly down her face and breasts still shone prettily in the spotlights as she bowed respectfully to the audience and modestly accepted their applause. Of course she had not had enough - I knew Haruka better than that - but no doubt other girls were impatiently waiting for their turn to get nude and be fucked. She stepped off the stage on the side opposite where I was sitting and made her way through the audience. It took her a little while: her admirers wanted the chance to stroke and grope her, of course, and one man caught hold of a corner of her cloth as it floated elegantly behind her so that she was arrested in her progress and had to go back to where he was sitting and wave a finger at him in a pretty role-play of a mother or teacher admonishing a naughty child. But in due course she passed the last row of seats and was about to enter the darkened area leading to the backstage region. There were new girls to enjoy on stage but I was still watching her across the big room and saw what happened next: a man, young and smartly dressed so far as I could see, stopped her and spoke to her. His gestures were respectful and conciliatory, and she responded with surprise but not alarm. Whatever it was he wanted she seemed to be agreeing, and accompanied him back to the front row of seats. There she had quite a long discussion with a man sitting diagonally across from me, which ended with her bowing in formal agreement to whatever he had said, then making gestures towards her own naked body which clearly meant "But I need to shower and tidy up first." Then with another bow she allowed the first man to usher her towards the backstage area and disappeared. Interesting, I thought: has she, as she predicted when we parted outside the theatre, found the companion for the rest of the evening who will in due course see her safely home? Meanwhile the show was of course continuing and I turned my attention to the new arrivals. A group of girls in matching ultrashort _bodikon_ dresses had taken over the left-hand platform and were having fun undressing each other. On the central stage a pair of nude girls were squatting as close to the audience as they could get, offering their pussies and arseholes to be examined and fingered. I was struck by the charming performance of one girl and her admirer who were reclining in a romantic pose on the revolving platform to my right. She was very pretty even by the high standards of this establishment and the man she had selected from the audience was cradling her in one arm, kissing her breasts as she leant back and surrendered herself to his attentions. With the hand not supporting her he was gently fondling her crotch as she tensed and stretched her legs in obvious spasms of pleasure, kicking and pointing with her little feet in their gold high-heels the way a girl often does as an orgasm approaches and begins to overwhelm her. His fingers were dipping tenderly in and out of her pussy, the copious love-juice shining in the light. I found their loving performance very touching: here was a man, I thought, who comes to this theatre not just to fuck the girls for his own pleasure but to demonstrate on stage what it really means to make love. And in him a girl had found the ecstasy that she had been longing for ever since she had been lucky enough to be chosen from among so many gifted applicants for her dream job of performing nude in public. Soon she was begging him to take her. He pushed her legs forward into the W shape that Japanese men like so much and entered her in a single smooth thrust, while she clung to him with her arms and wrapped her legs round his hips, drumming with her gold heels against his buttocks. I could hear her begging him incoherently to fuck her harder and deeper. She came rapturously and he let her take the lead, following her three or four strokes later. When at last they had recovered he helped her to her feet and supported her gently as they both bowed to the audience. She kissed him lovingly while cocking up one leg flirtatiously like an old-style film-star, then waved good-bye to the audience as she scampered off backstage with the other girls. I expected to see him return to his place, but he followed her - had he already been invited to join her and other girls backstage or was he in fact an actor, planted in the audience for a rehearsed performance? I must find out: if I was to write about this show my readers would certainly want to know if specially chosen men were employed to fuck the prettiest girls! With the lovers' departure the circular area to my right was empty, but of course girls continued stripping and fucking enthusiastically on the central stage and to my left. The music suddenly speeded up and the lighting on the empty area began to flash brightly. Another girl burst onto the stage and at once began a vigorous dance. She was already topless and wearing only a wrap-round microskirt in a plastic material open down one side and held up by a buckle on her hip. On her feet she had shiny black ankle-boots with what must have been the highest and slenderest heels she could possibly manage, but despite that constraint she danced confidently and skilfully, showing off her legs with high kicks and spinning expertly around the stage. She began to release the buckle of her skirt, and soon unwrapped it from her hips and tossed it behind her. She had not bothered with panties or g-string and was now dancing fully and superbly naked. I recognised her at once as Haruka, back on stage for her second performance of the evening, but I doubt if others in the audience did. Instead of the slow, graceful, sensuous display of her earlier routine with the teasing translucent sheet here was a tempestuous erotic dance by a girl rejoicing in her own nude beauty and driving herself into a voracious fury of fervent lust. Could any man - any number of men - satisfy her appetite? They were about to have a chance to try. After several minutes of dynamic dance she came down on one knee at the edge of the stage, opened her legs wide and grabbed the first hands that reached out to stroke her. She dragged her partners up to join her, then rolled away from them across the stage. They were out of their clothes almost as soon as she was on her feet again, and making them chase her as she resumed her rapid dance. Clearly only multiple rape stood any chance of satisfying her raging appetite and it followed soon enough: as she let herself be caught and flung to the ground I could just hear her saying, "Yes, yes! Take me! Oh please rape me hard!" and then she was being vigorously spit-roasted, one partner taking her cunt from behind while the other filled her mouth. She had excited them both so much that it did not take them long to climax, but that was not enough for her. Two more men sitting at the other side of the stage were dragged up to fuck her, after which she scrambled to her feet and, feigning exhaustion, bowed to the audience, waved happily and strutted off on her absurdly high heels to the accompaniment of cheers and applause. I felt a little sorry for the other performers who had been overshadowed by Haruka's act: if there is one girl to whose memory most of this audience will jack off tonight, I thought, it is her. I must remember to tell her when at last she comes home. It will please her greatly, though of course she would much prefer to be fucked in reality rather than masturbated over in fantasy! The stage was now empty and there were expectant murmurs from the regulars in the audience. Clearly some kind of finale was now due. There was a distorted and incomprehensible announcement over the sound system, followed by a recorded roll of drums. Then what looked like the entire team of girls poured onto the stage, all naked except for their heels and little cat-like masks over the upper part of their faces. They began by dancing in two circles on the round platforms, then six - three on each side - moved to the edges of the central stage. They posed and gyrated with their legs wide apart, knelt with their hands slapping against their thighs in time to the music, stood again, and performed complex manoeuvres crossing over the stage and exchanging position with other girls. Those not immediately part of the display of pussies danced up and down the centre of the stage or danced together, sometimes in teasing lesbian combinations, sometimes solo while stroking themselves as if yearning to be fucked - as of course they were - on the round platforms. Out of curiosity I tried to count them to see if, as advertised outside the theatre, there were indeed twenty nude girls on stage, but their movements were too rapid. Was Haruka in there somewhere? With the cat-like masks the girls were wearing it was impossible to be sure, and even Haruka would have required a few minutes to recover from her previous performance. I had an impression of a few girls joining the others in their dance as it proceeded: perhaps she was one of them. The lights were shining on them and swinging over them in a wide variety of colours and the music was fast and furious. The whole effect was, of course, highly erotic and stimulating. Girls began to choose partners - or offered themselves to be chosen with little squeals of joy - and bring them up on stage. At first the sex was limited to stroking and sucking as girls knelt before their lovers, helped them out of their clothes and teased their erections. But soon men who had not been chosen climbed onto the stage to join in, and the fucking couples developed into happy threesomes and even larger groups as hardly a single love-hole was neglected and left without a tongue or cock to pleasure it. The coloured spots continued to shine down on the delightful scene and a theatrical golden rain floated down sparkling in the lights from containers high above. I suppose I could have joined in. Some of the men in the seated area had done so, though most like me were content to sit and watch the impressive banquet of multiple fucking spread out before us. No doubt this was the climax of the show every night, but it was an intriguing thought that it could never be exactly the same twice: the girls could follow the same routine but the final result would depend on how individual members of the audience chose to join in and which girls they wanted to fuck and how. Theatres like Synthesis were much tamer when I visited them after I first arrived in Japan: plenty of nudity, of course, but little of the exciting disco or rock-gig lighting and certainly no on-stage fucking. It had been difficult but not impossible for a _gaijin_ to do what the Japanese did and approach one of the girls after the show and make an arrangement with her. The lack of on-stage fucking meant that you had both built up a high level of tingling lust, she by displaying herself nude and you by watching her, which you both needed to satisfy. On the whole the girls preferred to fuck their regular Japanese admirers, only the most enterprising being willing to take a chance with an exotic but unpredictable Westerner. Then, as my writing career developed, I had gradually stopped coming here. I found I had access to some of the more specialised Tokyo sex-clubs: of the lower level, of course. I knew only too well that, in this highly stratified society, there were other more sophisticated and exclusive clubs designed to satisfy the specialised requirements of wealthy and powerful men, and I could never enter them - even if a few of the girls to whose training I had contributed had managed to climb the professional ladder high enough to be employed there. I knew they had because, very occasionally, they were sufficiently grateful to their old _sensei_ to visit me and thank me by letting me savour their specialist skills. Above that there were, no doubt, layers of even greater power and privilege, establishments I could only guess at where members were served by girls whose abilities I could only ever dream of tasting. This evening I had learned that, waiting all the time for me to discover it, there was now a huge lower level, open to anyone with the price of entry, of theatres like Synthesis meeting the uncomplicated needs of those for whom even the least sophisticated members-only clubs were out of reach, and staffed by armies of girls whose pleasure it was to join them in straightforward nudity and sexual release. Paradise for Everyman - and Everygirl. That was Japan: a country where every need and desire was accurately calibrated and perfectly met. Why would anyone want to live anywhere else? I asked myself for the thousandth time. As I strolled out into the street in search of a taxi girls glanced at me, their lowered eyes and slight smiles hinting at their interest. I had my erection under control but perhaps they were instinctively responding to the pheromones which emanate from even the best-behaved man when he has been subjected to hours of sexual teasing and stimulation, prompting unconscious reactions from somewhere deep within a girl's sensuality. On another occasion I might well have smiled back and attempted conversation, but that evening there was only one cunt which could satisfy me. I hoped the girl who owned it would not keep me waiting too long. [Next in Part 14: Chapter XIV: What Happened After the Show] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk