Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 16 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: MMf, exhib, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 16 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER XVI Haruka's First Sex-Video While Haruka liked to go out on her own once our regular morning training session was over, she was not only meeting lovers or getting herself picked up: she was also attending sessions at a dance studio. Of course she had done some basic ballet at gym classes at her school, but now she was increasing her skills so as to make her on-stage nude dancing even more erotically beautiful. She never asked me for money to pay for these classes and I wondered if she was in fact being paid for her private encounters despite my warnings against accepting money. More likely she was running up debts with her manager. Well, never mind, a girl as gifted as Haruka would be able to pay them off easily enough when she came of age and started on her career. And in any case, I thought cynically, indebtedness is one of the driving forces of the Japanese sex industry: knowing that they owe money to managers, bar-owners or credit-card companies helps to keep actresses and models working hard. I was able to keep my promise to arrange for her to star in a _roshutsu_ or public nudity video. My contact who specialised in this sector of the pornography business was a bit reluctant to accept an inexperienced girl, but became interested when I explained that Haruka would gladly do it for nothing. Unfortunately he was firm that I would not be allowed to be present during the shoot. A _gaijin_ would be bound to draw attention to what was going on, and that was the one thing he and his colleagues did not want. So I cannot describe what happened at first-hand: I know only what Haruka told me. She did not find it as enjoyable and exciting as she had hoped. The video had to be shot quickly in short takes, which would be edited together later to give the impression that she had been walking at her ease through streets full of people - and indeed the spectators would mostly be added in the studio on a computer. Being expected to perform on camera looking pretty and seductive in the early morning, and being suddenly bundled into the team's van and hidden under a blanket at the first hint of official nosiness, was not what she had expected. It was a long way from her dream of sauntering provocatively through an admiring crowd, enjoying the teasing fresh air and freedom from any restraint as she flaunted her nudity. But she did her best and the final result was fairly stimulating, interspersed with shots of her enthusiastically sucking and fucking the camera crew as the van drove off through the Tokyo traffic. She had fulfilled another ambition and I had kept my promise to help her. Another attempt to break into the adult video business was more successful. It came about like this. Late one afternoon when Haruka returned from one of her secret assignations, she walked in on a business discussion I was having with a potential publisher: the features editor of a magazine called _Za Sutorippas_ or _The Strippers_. It specialised in material about Japanese striptease, of course, and the many thousands of delightful young girls who stripped and fucked on stages all over the country in return for a mixture of money (a little) and their own pleasure (a lot). We were discussing a series of articles in which I would describe the effect on me and other _gaijin_ of Japanese strip-shows and why they were so superior to Western ones. He did not even look up as Haruka came in, discreetly walking round the edge of the living-room furthest from the dining-table at which we were seated. But he noticed her all right when she came downstairs again, having taken off her pretty microskirted dress and tight white boots and wearing only her normal uniform of high-heels and nipple-clamps. She disappeared into the kitchen and soon returned with two cups of green tea on a tray. She placed one neatly beside each of us, then bowed in respectful OL style, her little bells tinkling. She came upright again and tossed her long hair over her shoulders and down her back. I was about to make a discreet sign to her but she already knew what to do: she had placed the empty tray soundlessly on the table and was disappearing underneath on hands and knees bearing only the damp cloth she had brought with her. Suddenly my visitor started to stammer and lose the thread of what he was saying. Clearly Haruka had neatly opened his trousers and was starting to stroke and lick his cock. He tried for a while to pay no attention, but no one can ignore Haruka when she is sucking him. It didn't take her long to bring him to climax. He sat there gasping till she had drained him, wiped him clean with her damp cloth, tidied his clothes and emerged from underneath the table. She stood respectfully, one foot a little in front of the other and her hands folded over her crotch. Only her wetly shining lips and the way she was running her tongue over them hinted at what she had been doing. I told her afterwards that she had earned me quite a bit of money: my visitor had been rendered incapable of pressing his final offer for my articles and had agreed to pay me much more than he intended. He gazed at Haruka. I must admit she was well worth looking at. I was used to her special brand of corrupted innocence when showing off her nudity immediately after some piece of deliciously outrageous sexual behaviour, but it was new to him. "Is she, er, your ..." he managed to say. I could tell he was trying to decide between "partner," "secretary," "girl-friend" or even "wife." I decided to help him. "Haruka-san is my live-in whore," I said firmly. Haruka smiled coyly and wriggled slightly. She loved being called a whore: it made her feel grown-up. She had been delighted when I pointed out to her that in accepting some of the money from the auction of her anal virginity on first starting work at her hostess club she had indeed become a professional whore. It had not occurred to her before. "And what do you do, Haruka-san?" he asked. Haruka had of course seen the sample issues of his magazine scattered over the table, so knew what to say. "I work as a stripper," she said demurely. "And as a nude hostess. Or as anything that allows me to, you know, take all my clothes off ..." (a coy little giggle here and a blush) "... and be nude for an audience to enjoy. I enjoy it too, of course. _So_ much!" He gulped. Of course in his business he knew all about girls like Haruka, but they were not usually as frank in describing their work and ambitions. He asked her the name of her strip-club. She mentioned the private one - not Synthesis - and he either knew of it or pretended to. "Let me show you my magazine," he said. Haruka came and stood beside him, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder, leaning forward, her head almost touching his and the bells of her nipple-clamps swaying prettily close to his face as he turned to the front and leafed slowly through the eight-page colour section. It featured as usual a lovely wide-eyed tease clearly brought to the verge of orgasm by the thrill of being photographed, one of so many thousands of girls who happily display their beauty night after night before lustful and admiring audiences. They are so sweet, these girls: so eager, so obviously enjoying their work and loving the appreciation their youthful sexiness inspires - and the glorious way that appreciation is expressed once they are fully nude and have abandoned any pretence of modesty. They become addicted at a young age to public nudity and to fucking before an audience, and the clubs where they work give them the fullest opportunity to feed their addiction and build up to climax after climax. Really, they make me feel ridiculously sentimental! Haruka was murmuring "Oh, isn't she lovely!" and "Ooh, I wish I was as beautiful as that!" and finally "She's so lucky to be shown in your magazine where everyone can admire her! Oh, I wish ..." while he turned the pages. When he had finished he slipped his arm round her waist and caressed her bottom. "Would you like to appear in my magazine?" he asked. I think he had forgotten my presence and prior claim to Haruka: he spoke in the seductive tones which had no doubt earned him many an enthusiastic fuck from girls aspiring to feature in _The Strippers_. Of course Haruka begged him to cover her and they were getting on so well together that I almost offered him my bed to seal the agreement on. But in the end he agreed without any further inducement, we both signed the contract under which he would publish my articles, and an ecstatic Haruka bowed him out of the front door, not without much giggling and flirting. The features editor lived up to his word. The manager of Haruka's strip-club was delighted to have his establishment and one of his popular performers covered in the magazine, and in due course eight colour pages appeared, showing Haruka posing sexily in one of her entrance costumes, in sensuous dance routines as she removed it, enchanting in just a scatter of costume jewellery over her crotch, and smiling happily surrounded by her audience, their faces blurred to avoid recognition by wives and girlfriends. The accompanying interview was a piece of coyly provocative nonsense which could have fitted lots of girls and probably had. I knew from my chats with the editor that often the featured girls were not strippers at all but photographed against a club background for the sake of propriety: they were in reality keen young amateur whores hoping to attract new customers. The girls were not paid for the photo-shoots of course but the magazine promised to forward "fan mail" so that they could contact admirers direct and take up their offers as they wished. _The Strippers_ had an uneasy relationship with the authorities and had to be careful not to seem to promote underage prostitution, so Haruka had to choose a stage name for the feature and pretend to be a professional performer of at least eighteen. For the same reason no fully nude shots were included, though one taken from behind with Haruka smiling invitingly over her shoulder made it fairly obvious that she was wearing nothing other than her heels, and a number of explicitly nude shots were taken at the photo session and no doubt sold on to pornographic websites. Nor were there any references to on-stage fucking. Naturally strip-show audiences know well enough that these things are legal fictions and that the best strippers, like Haruka, are probably sixteen or so - which is of course the age at which a girl's first onset of lust reaches its beautiful flowering. If a girl of that age learns to be sexually insatiable she can usually look forward to many years of orgasmic paradise; if she is cruelly forced to wait till she is eighteen, she may have lost that first passionate emancipation. As regards the on-stage fucking, everyone who attends proper Japanese strip-shows, like those promoted by Synthesis, knows that by the time the girl is fully nude before an excited audience she is at least as aroused as they are and could not hold back from inviting them to fuck her even if she wanted to. Haruka's new fame brought more audiences to her private strip-club, keen to pay the membership fee so that they could see her nude and compete for her invitations to enjoy her. Soon she was doing four full performances a night in her nine-to-midnight shift, which of course delighted her. Two more important things resulted from her appearance in _The Strippers_. The first was that she was contacted through the magazine by an agent who offered her opportunities to perform at private parties. The manager of her club was not happy about giving her time off to do this but was persuaded to agree by her offer to do yet more extra shows for him and by her promise that his group of establishments would get full credit when she was presented at private events. On these occasions there was of course no need to lie about her age as the absurd law claiming to "protect" her forced her to do - although she sometimes adjusted it the other way, adding to her youthful allure by pretending to be even younger! As Haruka's "protector" I once wangled an invitation to one of these parties and was deeply impressed by her performance: dancing and stripping as if in an erotic trance and then walking elegantly among the guests in only her highest heels - thanks to my training her little feet could now manage the full 15 centimetres or nearly six inches, and she loved to strut and pirouette in them. Guests at parties are in less of a hurry than strip-show audiences so the fucking she enjoyed was graceful, beautiful—and of course endless. At one of these parties she was spotted by the owner of a group of porn movie companies and that led to something very important in Haruka's development. A series with the general title "Mother who dances at a strip theatre" had had some success, and was followed by a series of "Wife who dances at a strip theatre". The first were vehicles for actresses frankly a little past their best, but some of the stars of the second were pretty and appealing. I had several in my collection. The plot was always the same. A bored young wife was filling in her empty days, and earning pocket-money, by stripping at the local club while her husband was at work. Cue for long sequence showing her act: she appears on the little stage in a sexy costume, and happily agrees to the audience's demand that she remove it. Once nude she displays her pussy to the audience who lean forward over the edge of the stage to stroke it, kiss it and then finger-fuck it. The next part of her act is masturbation: she squats over a thick dildo placed vertically on the edge of the stage, letting favoured audience members hold it upright for her as she impales herself deeply on it, thrusts up and down, and drives herself to near-orgasm. After that of course there is no way she can stop her admirers joining her on stage and fucking her to ecstasy. In the next scene her husband finds out what she is doing and is upset. She pleads with him to be reasonable, and makes charming love to him in an attempt at reconciliation. But there is nothing for it but to arrange for him to attend one of her performances. Cue for repeat of the earlier on-stage scene with minor variations. Of course her husband, pretending to be an ordinary patron of the establishment, is the one invited up on stage to fuck her at the climax; of course he is overwhelmed by the beauty and skill of her act and declares himself proud of her. Happy ending. Very nice. Haruka's new admirer decided there was room for a follow-up series to be called "Schoolgirl who dances at a strip club". Instead of the husband there would be a puritanical and disapproving schoolmaster (who of course secretly lusted after her). Otherwise plot as before. Haruka was of course thrilled to be invited to star in the first of the series. Furthermore the movie was to be released through one of the group's theoretically overseas companies for sale outside Japan, so there would be no need to bother about Japan's ridiculous censorship laws (though many copies would of course find their way into the Japanese market anyway). Since the product was theoretically intended for other Asian markets it was unnecessary to pretend that Haruka was eighteen, though for Western distribution an American lawyer would be found to pose as "record keeper" and provide a certificate which no one would read saying that she was. Of course Haruka was an ideal choice for the part. She was still a schoolgirl, and she was an experienced striptease performer, so she knew exactly what to do in both settings. The movie was shot over two days in a sleazy studio in a run-down part of Tokyo. The first day was devoted to the classroom scenes. The set was decorated with rows of desks, a chalkboard, and sets of posters on educational themes: they had obviously all been used in many previous movies telling the story of precocious schoolgirls losing their supposed innocence. Haruka was not of course allowed to wear her real school uniform: it might have been recognised with possible legal difficulties. [25] She and the bit-part actresses were kitted out in uniforms from a costume hire agency, with tiny check skirts which I must say made the girls look delightfully provocative even in their socks and sensible black shoes. An actor playing a severe teacher was finishing a class and giving out homework tasks. He dismissed the class but instructed Haruka's character to remain behind. The rest dispersed, ad-libbing schoolgirl chatter as they went, the cameras positioned low so as to catch good shots of their legs and up their skirts. Haruka stood respectfully before the teacher who gave her a severe telling-off for inattention, even a tendency to fall asleep in class, and failure to submit homework tasks. A cane lay temptingly on his desk; the movie's script did not require Haruka to be punished but viewers would enjoy fantasising about her and the other girls being beaten. In this scene Haruka behaved well and respectfully to the _sensei_, promising to do better. When the Director was satisfied, the other girls were herded back into the classroom for a scene that would be placed later in the story. This time they sat at their desks, reacting with fascination and a touch of envy as the teacher again laid into Haruka. He had seen her the previous evening, he said, walking late at night in disgracefully provocative clothes through the entertainment district round Shinjuku Station. Where had she been going and why was she out so late in such a place? This time Haruka responded pertly, saying she had been meeting friends and that her free time was her own to spend as she wished. The teacher was angry and warned her of serious consequences if her behaviour did not improve. Finally, it was time to shoot the closing scene. Haruka and the _sensei_ were alone together. He was embarrassed and stammering as he admitted to her how much he had admired her professional performance on stage the previous evening; Haruka for her part was entirely in her element, self-confident as she put an admirer at his ease. She stroked his swelling cock, first gently and teasingly through his trousers, then confidently and with that lovely air of possession which an experienced Japanese girl displays as she removes a man's clothes and takes ownership of the erection which is hers because she created it with her sensuous beauty. In a subservient little-girl voice she asked him which part of her act he had most enjoyed, leading him gradually to admit the obvious - that for him the unforgettable moment was fucking her gloriously in front of an enthusiastic and admiring audience. Haruka removed her uniform blouse and, twisting round in his arms, invited him in the coaxing tones of a stripper to unhook her bra. She greeted his touch on her naked breasts with pretty squeals and coy protests. But then it was time to fall slowly to her knees and draw his cock into her soft and welcoming mouth. At last he came over her breasts. She scooped up some of his cum and sucked her fingers. Her final line in the movie was, "I hope my _sensei_ is pleased with me now?", to which he replied, "I am proud of you - very proud." Next the classroom equipment was lifted out of the way and replaced by a row of steel lockers. In this scene the girls, with much shrieking and squealing, admired Haruka's independent attitude in the confrontation they had witnessed, and begged her to tell them where she had been the previous evening. She refused to give details but said she had a part-time job in an establishment where she could earn extra pocket-money. She loved the work, she said, and hinted that she might one day tell her best friends more about it and perhaps give them the chance of joining her. The main point of the scene however was to film the girls getting out of their uniforms and, with discreet glimpses of naked breasts and bottoms, changing into leotards for gym class. This took a long time to complete to the Director's satisfaction. Finally, Haruka and the teacher were required to act as if they were walking through Shinjuku, she in a pretty pink miniskirt and cropped top, he in casual shirt and slacks. The background, showing the garish lights of the entertainment quarter, the traffic and the passers-by, would be added later from stock shots by computer. Haruka just had to look innocently provocative, which was easy for her as she did that all the time. The male actor skilfully conveyed the impression of a man guiltily following a young girl after whom he secretly lusted. The first day's shooting ended in good time for me to take Haruka home, where she insisted on being fucked before showering, carefully shaving off a little black fuzz of pubic hair which had recently made its unwanted appearance, and setting off for one of her regular evenings at a nude hostess club - where her innocently youthful appearance earned her much loving attention from her lolita-fixated customers. She was in an excited and flirtatious mood the following morning, looking forward eagerly to the day's shooting which of course would cover the climax of the movie: the scene in the strip-club. In fact it would have to be filmed twice: once to show the schoolgirl heroine's standard performance, and then again the evening when she had coaxed her hypocritical _sensei_ to attend as guest of honour. The studio had been set up with a semi-circular stage. A dozen or so of the nondescript bit-part actors who earn a few thousand yen fucking the pretty actresses in sex videos were gathered in the audience area, sitting or squatting on the floor. As soon as I delivered Haruka she was taken off to her tiny dressing-room to be clothed in the sexy costume in which she would make her entrance, to be made up and to have her hair done. She then had a session with the Director to discuss how her first stripping and fucking scene should be handled. She had her own clear ideas about that, most of which the Director reluctantly accepted: he did not often, after all, work with a young fuck-film actress who was already an experienced striptease artist! The video-cameras were started. A weedy man in a shabby tuxedo announced Haruka's debut performance. The extras playing the audience applauded and cheered. The lights came up on the semi-circular stage and Haruka entered from one side. She was all in black, and looked sexy and sophisticated: a girl who had dressed carefully to please her lovers and expected to receive her reward. She wore a transparent blouse with a pretty bra underneath, a tight microskirt just long enough to skim her bottom, and sheer black stockings which came only half-way up her thighs and joined suspenders emerging from under her little skirt. With the tight high-heels she had brought with her, the effect was delightfully provocative. Of course the audience were keen for her to start stripping, and so was she. Swaying from foot to foot at the front of the stage, the spotlights full on her, she slowly released the buttons of her blouse, tossed it over her shoulders and let it slither to the ground. Then it was the turn of her microskirt: she slid down the zipper and wriggled her hips lasciviously to the music as the skirt gradually fell to the floor, revealing her suspender belt and little side-tie panties. She stepped out of it with an elegant movement, bent down to pick it up, and tossed it into the wings. Next she pulled up a small stool which had been left for her on the stage, sat down in front of the audience, stretched out each leg in turn and slowly unfastened and removed each shoe. Then she made a big business of releasing her stockings from the suspenders and gradually peeling them off her legs. The audience were entranced. It was time to involve them in her act. She took one stocking and draped it round the neck of a man who was leaning forward onto the stage and almost touching her. Then she picked up her right shoe and handed it to him, stretching out her leg till her tiny silver-painted toes were stroking his face. He took her little foot in his free hand and kissed it, sucking each toe in turn while she leant back and moaned with pleasure - real pleasure, I was sure: Haruka's toes were very sensitive and she loved having them played with. When each toe had been thoroughly kissed the man fitted her elegant shoe over her foot and fastened it tightly. Meanwhile there was intense competition going on among the men to Haruka's left to decide who should have the privilege of attending to her other foot. She pretended to be surprised, but then chose one fortunate admirer to receive her stocking and shoe. But several hands reached out to caress her foot and toes, and it was a while before her left shoe was fastened again and she could prettily thank her audience. She stood up, kicked the stool out of the way and prepared to move on to the longed-for scene of full nudity. She turned her back and, looking coyly over her shoulder, released the hook of her bra. There was a cheer and she turned to face the audience and let them enjoy the sight of her stroking her sensitive breasts. Then the suspender-belt came off. Of course she took her time over removing her last scrap of clothing, the little side-tie panties. Every stripper who knows her job does that, making the audience and above all herself wait till she can stand it no longer. At last, murmuring "Oh yes, yes - I must, I must!" she began to pull apart the little bows. She turned her back as the panties began to fall revealing her exquisite bottom, then turned to face them again, still hiding her pussy in a classic pose of false modesty. At last she raised her hand in a gesture of triumph, dragging the little scrap of cloth away and tossing it from her. She posed for her admirers - her soon-to-be lovers - in all her radiant beauty. As at Synthesis, at the climax of her beautiful dance with the translucent sheet, the first sight of her total public nudity was awesome, that unfailing still moment of loveliness in which aesthetic appreciation and erotic desire come together in the mind of the spectator. No wonder artists have for centuries been infatuated with feminine nudity, trying to capture that moment of wondrous revelation. Today we live, thank heavens, in a culture obsessed with sexuality and its central importance to our happiness. That vision of beauty is freely available to us all: tens of thousands of lovely girls are offering it to appreciative audiences every night all over Japan. And wives and girlfriends, keen to keep up with the sexual sophistication they see all around them, are doing the same for their lovers or for friends at private parties. It lasts only a moment, that intense vision of beauty. Haruka, with her short but intensive experience of on-stage nudity and public sex, responded at once to the change of mood. She abandoned her pose and squatted down on the edge of the stage, her thighs wide apart. Admiring faces moved forward to examine her pretty, hairless cunt; then fingers began to explore, to stroke, to enter ... "Oh yes, yes - deeper!" murmured Haruka, her head thrown back, her long hair touching the stage behind her, surrendering to the bliss of multiple penetration. She inched her way along the footlights so that all who wanted to could pleasure her, those who had had their turn licking the rich nectar from their fingers. At last she reached her goal: a thick deeply ridged dildo which had been discreetly left for her at one corner of the stage. She picked it up and returned to centre-stage, sucking it lusciously before placing it upright on its broad base. She guided its tip towards the dripping lips of her cunt, then gradually impaled herself on it with a deep sigh of contentment. She rested there for a moment, wriggling her hips as the instrument filled her, the walls of her love-hole adapting themselves to the shape and caressing its visitor in the way I knew so well. Then she began a slow, rhythmic rise and fall, eager hands reaching out to steady the dildo as it stood on the stage. With only herself to please Haruka would have kept the process up for hours, as she sometimes did when masturbating prettily to one of my porn videos. But she was a true professional, and tore herself away from her artificial lover. The moment was approaching for her to choose a real one. She pretended to take her time, her head on one side as she teasingly surveyed her eager, hopeful audience. At last she held out her hands to the lucky winner - in fact an actor whose handsome equipment had won him the part of her on-stage partner. He scrambled up to join her, tearing off his shirt among the cheers and catcalls of the rest of the audience. Haruka was at once on her knees before him, unbuckling his belt and letting his trousers fall to the stage. For a while she stroked and licked his swelling cock through his underpants, but soon pulled them down and held his handsome instrument of pleasure in her hands, showing it off to the others. Then it was in her skilful mouth. She was careful not to bring him anywhere near climax. After a few minutes of vigorous, noisy sucking she released him and pulled him down to join her on the floor. He lay on his back while she rode him, first sitting on his face while he tongued her vigorously, then switching round and feeding his cock into her cunt. That was her cue for much noisy screaming and cries of "I'm coming! I'm coming!" But on-stage sex, like Japanese porn, must end with the man dominating his partner,[26] and at last she released him so that he could roll her onto her back and penetrate her vigorously, pushing her thighs forward so that her legs formed the preferred W-shape. At last he could hold back no longer, and in approved porn-video style pulled out of her, scrambled forward and came copiously over her face as she opened her mouth to receive his cum and then licked the last drops of semen from his cock. It was over. When they were able to the happy lovers stood up and bowed respectfully to the audience, the drops and streaks of cum on Haruka's face glistening prettily. Then the lights went down and the pair disappeared backstage while the man in the tuxedo thanked the audience for their attention. The scene was complete. The video was not, however. After a brief pause for Haruka to wash and dress, it was time for the second version of her act. The man playing the schoolmaster entered and joined the audience, and Haruka was introduced for the second time. The lights came up and she entered again, dressed this time in a blue-and-white race-queen costume [27]. The abbreviated sleeveless jacket was cut low to show much of her breasts, her slim tummy was of course bare, and the short skirt slung low on her hips was held up by a broad belt. The uniform was decorated with some kind of fake company logo. As she walked the audience could all see that the skirt was slit on one side from the hem to the belt. She wore little white gloves and tight white knee-length boots with high heels, and the outfit was topped off with a pretty blue pill-box hat. To complete the illusion she carried the sort of umbrella which a race queen would if necessary open to protect a guest from the rain. She looked enchanting as she tripped around the stage in little steps, twirling her umbrella over her shoulder, pretending to welcome her audience to her company's stand in a girlish voice and begging them to tell her what she could do for them. Of course there was only one thing they really wanted her to do for them which was to strip. She took her time, making the most of her delightful appearance. She closed the umbrella and planted it between her feet, leaning forward to give everyone a good view of her breasts. At last, with a coy giggle, she gave way. A favoured admirer was invited to hold her umbrella while she unfastened the front of her tiny jacket. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, she opened it, displaying her breasts fully, and very slowly removed it altogether. At last she retrieved her umbrella and paraded topless round the stage as if that was the most natural way for a race queen to be dressed. As indeed why should it not be? There had been some discussion with the Director on how to make this second act different from the first. As before, Haruka's ideas had been reluctantly accepted. She approached the front of the stage again, and, still twirling her umbrella, stepped neatly down into the audience. Her admirers gathered round her, gazing up entranced at her semi-nudity. Hands caressed her bottom as she walked, some finding their way into the tempting slit in her skirt. When everyone had enjoyed the opportunity to fondle and stroke her, and she had thanked them with little squeals of pleasure and mock protest, Haruka returned to the stage, laid aside her umbrella and prepared for the big moment of removing her skirt. It did not take long: she had only to unfasten the broad belt, whereupon the skirt became just a strip of plasticised cloth and fell away. She was of course naked underneath and posed prettily in only her boots, gloves and little hat, using the umbrella in an unsuccessful attempt to conceal her beauty. This was not the archetypal nude beauty of her previous act, but rather the coy teasing of a pretty girl stimulating her lovers' lust and fully aware of the effect she is creating. As if to emphasise the difference she once again stepped into the audience, purring with happiness at the petting and caressing her nudity inspired. After a while she chose two admirers and brought them up onto the stage. There she encouraged them to take part in the routine of stroking and fingering her pussy. Before inviting them to help her impale herself once more on the big dildo, she added an extra pretty moment: she produced a slim butt-plug, sucked it, and asked the two men to insert it deeply into her tight arsehole while she screamed with a titillating mixture of pleasure and pain. The masturbation sequence was made all the more stimulating by the way she used the fingers of one hand to manipulate the anal insertion while operating the dildo in her cunt with the other. The hero of the final sequence had of course to be the _sensei_ lurking in the audience. The two admirers who had helped with the masturbation were thanked prettily and dismissed. Haruka emptied her cunt and anus so as to be ready for her new lover and welcomed him to the stage. The scene was very similar to the final episode in the earlier strip-club section, except that the actor pretended to be shy and uncertain, needing more charming encouragement from his supposed pupil. At last it was over: the couple bowed respectfully to the audience and the lights went down. "I must get you a race queen uniform," I said to Haruka as I went backstage to collect her from the tiny dressing-room. "You looked enchanting in it and I very much want to fuck you wearing it." "You wearing it or me wearing it?" she asked pertly. I gave her a friendly slap on her bare bottom as she bent to unzip her boots. "Perhaps I could get work as a race queen," she said as she vanished into the shower. "It must be fun to be so nearly nude in public - and you meet interesting people. It might lead to, you know, all sorts of things." She was unusually thoughtful as I drove her back to the apartment. "It was fun," she said at last. "And I'm glad the Director-san took my advice. After all, I know more about what happens in a strip-club than he does." "Including coming down off the stage nude to join the audience?" I asked. "I didn't know that was standard procedure in small local clubs now. It would make a good article for one of my editors ..." "Well," she said with a sexy giggle, "at my regular club the Manager tells me I mustn't do it. But he isn't always there to stop me ... Men always want me, don't they? Especially at a strip-club. It's _so_ nice! And if I'm to choose the one to take me first, I need to get a good look at them all! Actually, once I've chosen, I prefer fucking up on stage, where everyone can see." "I'm sure you do." "There's one thing that was wrong, though. In my final scene with my _sensei_, you know, at the school the next day, I'm sure in real life he wouldn't just get me to suck him. That, of course. But he'd pretend to be very angry with me and cane me hard. In real life, as I said. He'd _love_ doing that. And I'd love it too ..." Her voice trailed off, disappointed. "Why wouldn't the Director-san let that happen? After all, he had a lovely cane on his desk. I saw it." "It's to do with the Japanese adult video industry," I explained. "It's very fragmented. Some companies make sadistic videos with lots of bondage and whipping. Others keep away from that kind of thing." "What a shame. Can _I_ be in sadistic videos do you think? With lots of bondage and whipping, like you said?" "Maybe. One day. We'll see. But never mind about today: I'll make it up to you when we get home." "Oh, will you? That would be lovely! I've just got time before I must leave." "Are you working this evening?" "Of course! One of my hostess clubs." "Nude?" "Well, obviously. Are there any clubs where the hostesses wear clothes?" "Oh yes." "What on earth's the point of that?" she asked indignantly. I couldn't honestly think of an answer. FOOTNOTES [25] Bars where the hostesses dress as schoolgirls often stock, or can obtain from hire companies, a variety of the genuine uniforms of many local institutions so that the customer who has a fixation on the pupils of a speci?c school can imagine his fetish is being titillated and satisfied by those very girls. But porn movies featuring schoolgirls normally dress their actresses in non-speci?c uniforms so as to avoid complaints. - B W [26] I sometimes think my modest success with Japanese girls is partly due to my willingness, as an unconventional and basically rather lazy _gaijin_, to let them come on top, riding me vigorously cowgirl-style in a way their Japanese lovers would not normally permit. They love doing it, bless them, giving themselves the illusion of being in charge, come enthusiastically and thank me in the prettiest possible way. - B W [27] Race queens are very pretty young girls employed as hostesses on company stands at motor racing events, wearing delightfully skimpy uniforms. Competition between companies to show off the prettiest girls in the sexiest uniforms is intense, and many successful models and porn actresses have started in the industry by being talent-spotted while working as race queens. The system has been copied by some Western companies where the models are known, I believe, as "pit girls", but they are seldom as pretty - or as available - as Japanese race queens. - B W [Next in Part 17: Chapter XVII: Preparations for a Party] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk