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

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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.


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