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

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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


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