Learning_About_Myself.04 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/04 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 04 CHAPTER IV My First Public Performance We began by showering together. But as Reina's soapy fingers slithered over my breasts and bottom and caressed my crotch with maddening stimulation, I knew there were other things I wanted to ask. "Bob was so good to me last night," I said, approaching the subject obliquely. "Yes, he does that sort of thing very nicely," she said. "Especially when he's whipping beginners like you. He's become quite an expert in training young girls." I remembered that she had said something of the sort the previous evening. "A lot of rising young stars in our industry were introduced to sophisticated sex by Bob Williams," she went on. "And masses of young women who didn't want to become professionals but somehow felt their sensuality needed to be properly developed by a master. I don't know what happens to them later, and nor does he. They may be married, or they may be having lovely sex with lots of lovers." "How has he become so well-known? I mean, a _gaijin_ ..." "Yes, it is strange. But somehow he understands ... he knows more about Japanese girls' sexuality than most Japanese men. Or maybe it's that Japanese men don't care about the girls they use the way he does. You saw how much he cares. When he whipped you." I nodded happily, remembering. "You must whip a girl with _love_, he always says. She must feel the love flowing to her along the lashes, mingling with the beautiful pain which the love gradually converts into ecstasy." "Pain?" I asked, puzzled. "Didn't you feel pain to start with? In the first few strokes at least?" "Oh, no - it was lovely right from the start ... the most beautiful feeling I'd ever had. Like being stroked, so tenderly." "Ah, you're lucky. Most girls have to pass through a pain threshold when they're whipped. A moment when the pain turns suddenly to pleasure. You feel it as pleasure from the very start?" I nodded eagerly. "But then - maybe you're missing something by not discovering the pleasure of pure pain. Perhaps ..." "Perhaps?" "I was just thinking - perhaps one day we can find someone to whip you so as to give you extreme pain and nothing else. It's a very sophisticated sensation. Another kind of love. It can lead to a very remarkable climax. One day ... Now, we must get out of here and dress." After we had dried each other we went into the larger sleeping area - usually my mother's, now temporarily Reina's. She produced a carrier bag and pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings in a very pale brown shade. "Put these on." I did so. The stockings had elasticated tops and stayed up without difficulty. "Now this." She handed me a tiny triangle of cloth in a matching pale brown which just fitted over my hairless crotch. A narrow string passed between my legs, then divided and joined an almost invisible horizontal band which tied in a bow on each hip. Reina helped me tie the bows securely, and neatly so that the loops and strings dangled evenly on each side. Then she gave me a matching top: another two tiny triangles secured by bows behind my neck and round my back. I adjusted the little triangles and admired the effect in the mirror. The upper scraps of cloth just covered the aureoles of my breasts, and the outlines of my hard, erect nipples were clearly visible as they pushed jauntily forward as those of the girl in the photograph had done. The pale brown colour was only slightly darker than my skin tone. I almost looked as if I was wearing nothing at all. Almost ... "Do I look all right?" I asked anxiously. "You look delightful. I'm jealous already." Reina was already dressed in a matching outfit, except that hers was a deep pink. I was sure no man would want me when he could have her! Never mind, I thought: there may be enough men there for us both. Enough _cocks_, I thought boldly. "The same shoes as you wore last night," said Reina briskly. "I've brought a matching pair from the studio for myself." By now we were in the entrance-hall, preparing to leave. "And a coat over the top, of course - we can't really travel on the subway like this, can we?" "Wouldn't it be fun if we did!" I said naughtily. Really, I was becoming quite free and outspoken in talking, and thinking, about sex! "Yes," said Reina with a giggle, "we must try it some time. Though I don't think we'd ever get to where we were going!" Oh, I _do_ love Reina, I thought to myself. Most of the time she is a polished elder sister, knowing so much more than I do about the most refined pleasures of sex and where to find them, and willing to spend time teaching poor little me. And I admire her so much for that. But then she can suddenly become a young girl again like me, giggling at the delights in store for us and bubbling over with silly schoolgirl thoughts just like I do. I hope so much that when I grow up I shall be exactly like her - beautiful, sexy, sophisticated, but kind and helpful to younger girls. We stepped into the street. Reina locked the door carefully and stowed the key in her coat pocket. We were neither of us carrying purses. "Right. Ready?" she asked. "Ready for anything!" == The club, or bar, Reina had chosen was in the basement of a tall building near Meguro Station. There were so many establishments with brightly lit signs displayed at street level that I could never have found it for myself. The man guarding the door recognised Reina and admitted her at once. He looked enquiringly at me but Reina soon explained that she would be responsible for me. We left our coats at a tiny cloakroom and walked into the main area, I balancing carefully on my tight silver shoes and tingling all over, extremely conscious of my near nudity. Reina, of course, looked supremely self-confident and wonderfully beautiful. Loud, fast music was playing. There seemed to be a lot of people there but it was difficult to tell because the lighting consisted of a number of bright spots and most of them were concentrated on some girls who were dancing vigorously to the music. As my eyes became accustomed to the contrasting scene I saw that there were five round platforms in the centre of the room, raised a metre or so above the floor level and arranged in a pattern like the pips on a five in a deck of cards. Three were occupied by dancing girls, one in the centre and one to each side. Reina took me by the hand so that I should not get separated from her in the crowd, and guided me to the middle of the room. The girl dancing on the little platform there was wearing a dark blue microbikini, silver high-heels and matching blue fishnet stockings. She looked very like the girl in the leaflet I had seen. Her slim, lithe body gleamed in the spotlights and she was running her hands lasciviously over herself. From where I was standing I had a clear view of her gyrating crotch and could see that the tiny lower triangle of her bikini was cut so low that her neat V of pubic hair was fully exposed: the cloth only just covered her pussy. Her eyes were half-closed and her expression showed a strange mixture of emotions: partly withdrawn into a masturbatory dream of her own, partly looking at her audience with a teasing challenge. The effect was very beautiful, and looking briefly at her audience - mostly men, but some girls - I could see that they were transfixed by her sexy beauty. My own hands began to stroke my stomach and then, through the tiny triangles of my bra, my breasts. It was as if my hands had a will of their own as they pleasured me. I couldn't help moaning slightly. They seemed to be everywhere; it took me a while before I realised that other hands were joining in! While I was stroking my breasts and tummy, others were caressing my bottom and reaching between my legs. Oh, that was so nice! And so kind of these strangers to take care of me, I thought. I moved my feet apart to make it easier for those pleasuring me to stroke me where they wanted - where _I_ wanted. I was closely hemmed in now by the people around me and could not have told who in the crowd was doing these pretty things to me, or moved away from the questing hands even if I had wanted to. "Are _you_ going to dance for us, sweetheart?" a man's voice whispered in my ear. "Of _course_!" I murmured, not taking my eyes off the lovely girl on the platform. "That's what I'm here for!" Then, feeling suddenly ashamed of my lack of modesty, I added: "If you want me to, that is ..." Suddenly the girl reached out her right hand and as if by magic a plastic bottle was placed in it. She poured a dollop of thick, transparent oily liquid into the palm of her left hand and began to rub it over her body, not caring if it got onto her bikini or dripped onto the floor. Then she pushed her tiny bikini top upwards so that her breasts were fully revealed, leant back and poured more liquid over them. Leaning forward again, she gathered the minute scrap of cloth barely hiding her pussy in one hand, pulled it forward out of the way and poured the remainder of the liquid over her crotch. The audience applauded, and she held out the bottle to no one in particular: it disappeared at once. She was now dancing with total abandon, rubbing the pools of thick oil all over her body but especially over her breasts - she did not bother to rearrange her bra and they were fully exposed in all their firm, erect beauty - her pussy and her naked bottom. She leant back again and swung her long hair, matted with oil, from side to side. I wanted so much to do what she was doing! After another few minutes the music came to a climax, stopped, and then began again at a slower pace and quieter volume. The girl finished her dance, bowed exhaustedly to her audience and stepped down at the back of her little platform. In the darkness outside the pool of light I could just see her being helped down and conducted away. Surely now it was my turn! I pressed forward to the platform and prepared to step up before any other girl could take possession of it. There were cheers and scattered applause. The hands which had been caressing me took me by the elbows and the waist and helped me up. I turned to face my audience, smiled shyly and tried a few tentative dance steps. Someone passed me a bottle of oil. As I tilted it, the translucent contents ejaculated onto my skin in big dollops: it was as if giant cocks were coming all over me. For a tiny fraction of a second a favourite masturbation fantasy - of being captured by extraterrestrials who drenched me in delicious cum from their multiple penis-tentacles - flashed through my mind.[11] I began to smear the oil lovingly over my body, playing with it as I would with real cum. It was lightly scented and felt cool and fresh; it was nice stroking myself, my hands now gliding easily wherever I wanted them to go. The music began to play louder and faster. In a way it had been nicer still when other hands had been able to join in stroking me, but the extra sensation my own hands could give me as they slithered over the oil soon made up for that. Remembering what the earlier girl had done, I stroked and squeezed my breasts through my bikini top, then slid my fingers under it so they could arouse them even more intimately and tease my nipples yet harder. Then I did the same to my crotch, pulling the little triangle into a narrow band of cloth and pushing it from one side to the other as I stroked my hairless pussy, and teased my clitoris into complete erection. I was vaguely aware of my audience cheering and clapping as I responded ever more vigorously to the loud rhythm of the music. Like the other girl, I pushed my bra upwards till it covered nothing and pulled the cloth over my pussy to one side so that my glistening cunt was fully exposed. I suddenly realised that someone was holding something out to me. It was time to coat myself in more oil: obviously that was part of the standard routine. I accepted the bottle, poured great blobs of oil over my breasts, my stomach, my crotch, and - very daring - reached behind and emptied the bottle over my bottom so that the oil poured, tickling maddeningly, down the crack in my arse as I turned away from my audience and held my buttocks apart so that they could clearly see my anus. I danced harder and harder, tossing my hair from side to side. I tried to match the other girl's challenging look, but it didn't work. Instead of "touch me if you dare!" my eyes were saying, "please touch me ... please stroke me ... oh, please, _please_ fuck me!" My hands reached my breasts again. My bra, so disarranged as to cover nothing, was irritating me. I quickly reached behind and undid the bow at my back - not teasingly or lasciviously, but just removing something which had served its purpose. Now it hung loosely from my neck, where it was even more in the way. I undid the other bow, pulled the little thing away from me and dropped it. My breasts were free now and I stroked them happily. Then my hands were lower again, stroking my bottom, my fingers sliding easily into my anus and out again, pushing the oil as far up my arsehole as I could ... then I was doing the same to my cunt, the oil diluting the love-juice which was now pouring from somewhere deep inside me. As I swung my hips a memory from the night before overwhelmed me. How truly wonderful it would be, I suddenly thought, if I could dance like this while at the same time Bob was standing behind me whipping me, the slender black lashes teasing and decorating my bottom and thighs, driving me to ecstasy! Even the thought was having a profound effect on me, taking me close to climax. That wouldn't do! Of course I wanted it, but I still had a duty to my audience: they wanted to see me dance, not give way to my own orgasmic pleasure ... maybe that would come later. The thought prompted an even stronger memory from last night: the lovely girl at the bar we had visited who had danced and stripped till she was completely nude, then gone off still nude ... oh yes, _still nude_ ... with her lover - my ideal, the girl I could have been, _would_ be, was now: yes, _now_, why not? My hands moved from my crotch to my hips and pulled the bows apart. This time I made all I could of removing my last scrap of clothing, waving it in the air before tossing it into the audience. At last I was fully nude for them, inspiring their admiration, their desire, their lust as I had always longed to do ... well, had longed since last night but it felt like for ever. And I knew too - deeply, truly knew - that their lust was my lust. It wasn't only that displaying myself nude pleased and stimulated me. The lust I was creating in my audience rose from them like a cloud, enveloping me, driving me to ecstasy like a drug. A drug to which I was addicted now and always would be. Our _mutual_ lust. Shimmering like a golden haze and bringing us ever closer to the beauty of total sexual union. I continued dancing and stroking myself till suddenly the music ended and my turn on the little platform was over. I bowed, and prepared to step down - forwards off the platform, not turning away to disappear discreetly as the other girl had done. Hands and arms reached out to help me, to support me, to bear me tenderly and lovingly I knew not where. Of course they bore me to orgasm after orgasm - better than I had ever achieved by my own masturbation, better even than Bob had granted me with his whip and cock the evening before. I have no idea how long it lasted before I became aware of the real world again, and found myself lying on a black plastic sheet stretched over a mattress. I lightly explored my naked body. It was still coated with oil, though the scent was now blended with another stronger aroma which I surely recognised. I sniffed again delicately. Yes, it was the familiar and welcome smell of male cum. How much had been ejaculated over and into me while I was floating in heaven? Plenty, I thought; but not enough. It could never be enough. I was aware of voices. I focused my eyes and looked from side to side. Reina, still wearing nothing but her microbikini, was sitting in a chair, her legs elegantly crossed. Facing her was a man in black slacks and a black roll-neck pullover. "She's very good," he was saying. "I give you that. I'd be delighted to have her perform here every night. But ..." "But?" "You know why not. I can have strippers here. Full nudity, that's no problem. Discreet meetings in private, okay. But unlimited public sex with customers like she does ... I could get away with it a few nights. The customers would love it, of course." "And so would she," said Reina. "And so would she. So would any girl worth employing. But word would soon get around, and then the police would take an interest in what I was doing to attract all the extra custom. Or if they didn't my competitors would tell them. And then ..." "H'm. Pity," said Reina. "What a waste of talent!" "Yes. But I didn't say she couldn't perform anywhere. In fact, I already have ideas to put to you if you want them ... private contacts ..." "I think I can guess the kind of thing." "Well, thank you for bringing her here. Keep in touch." "I will." I heard the man go, and then Reina was looking down at me. "How are you feeling, Saa-chan?" "Wonderful. More wonderful than I've ever felt before." "I thought so. I was watching you. I was getting quite jealous! But now it's time to go home. Here." She helped me to my feet. "There's a shower in there. Go and clean up, then we'll be off." "Oh ..." I said, suddenly conscience-stricken. "But I've lost the bikini you lent me ... I'm so sorry." "Don't be silly! It doesn't matter. Studios buy things like that in bulk. Of course they're constantly being lost, or taken as souvenirs." Twenty minutes later, wearing nothing but my fishnet stockings under my school overcoat, I was on my way home with Reina on the subway. "Did you have fun too, Reina?" I asked shyly. "Not as much as you did! You were the centre of attention." "I'm so sorry!" "Don't worry. You can make it up to me in bed. Again." "Of course I will!" I giggled as a naughty thought struck me. "It feels so nice wearing nothing under my coat. Can I always go out like this?" "I don't see why not!" she said, catching my little-girl mood again. "There aren't many people in this carriage. May I, you know, open my coat - take it off?" "Not tonight. I'll arrange for you to do some public nudity one day soon." "Ooh!" "Well, I can see you're longing to do it, and it's part of your training anyway." "Is it? Training for what?" I asked coquettishly. "Your training as a sex-star, of course! What else do you think we're doing together?" FOOTNOTE [11] This is the commonest of masturbation fantasies among Japanese girls. The girl dreams that she is kidnapped from her bed by extraterrestrial monsters who take her, a willing victim, to their spacecraft and subject her to endless sexual experimentation. The monsters all have multiple tentacles which both stimulate her and cover her in slimy alien cum. Numerous _manga_ stories and _hentai_ videos are produced to feed and encourage this fantasy. In fact the fantasy is very old: there are charming _netsuke_ carvings from the 17th and 18th centuries, for example, which show a girl being pleasured by an octopus. It is lovely to see modern pornography responding to and developing Japanese girls' collective sexual imagination! - B W [Next in Part 05: Chapter V: Sunday in the Park with Reina] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams