Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 14 of 20
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist
Keywords: Mf, bd, tort, Japan

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HARUKA'S EDUCATION 14

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER XIV

What Happened After the Show

I was fast asleep and did not hear the car draw 
up outside the building. For once I could not 
amuse myself counting how many minutes it took 
Haruka to thank her escort for bringing her home 
so that I could tease her about it later. But the 
sound of the shower did wake me up, and then 
Haruka was snuggling up against me in bed: warm, 
fragrant and of course naked.

"Oh, I've had a _marvellous_ time!" she said at 
once, then added unnecessarily, "are you awake?"

"Can't you tell?"

Her hand was already gently holding my cock, 
which was certainly awake.

"It was _such_ fun stripping and dancing and - 
you know - fucking in that place! I'm certainly 
going there again! Did you see me on stage?"

"Of course. You were very good. That first nude 
dance you did with the transparent sheet thing 
... that was beautiful and very erotic."

"Thank you. That was a sort of version of a dance 
I'd been practising at one of my clubs."

"Are you giving up your clubs? Going to work only 
at Synthesis and big public places like that?"

"Oh no! I love my clubs, and the kind gentlemen I 
meet there, _and_ the special things they do to 
me. But it was so nice having a big audience and 
just not knowing who would take me next and how."

"Lots of men wanted to take you after your second 
dance. That was _very_ good."

"Oh, yes, I _loved_ doing that! Such a pity there 
was only time for four ... d'you know, I've been 
dreaming of something like that for simply ages! 
It would be wonderful to be naked for a room full 
of men and make them all want to rape me, one 
after the other! Or in groups of course, that 
would be even better ..."

"I'll see what I can arrange," I said and then, 
remembering what I had wanted to tell her, "One 
thing's certain: when they all went home and 
masturbated tonight you were the girl they were 
dreaming of fucking."

"Do you really think so?" she asked with charming 
innocence, "but how _sweet_ of them if they did!"

"Who brought you home?" asking carefully, not 
wanting her to think I had been spying on her 
during her negotiations with the man I had seen 
her with in the audience.

"Oh, that was so exciting! When I was leaving the 
stage after my first dance of course people 
wanted to talk to me, but I didn't have much 
time. Then just as I was about to go backstage 
such a respectful young man spoke to me and asked 
if I would have a word with his boss. So of 
course I said yes."

"And what was his boss like?"

"Oh! So handsome, and so distinguished! He asked 
if I was free for the rest of the evening, and of 
course I couldn't say yes at once, even though I 
wanted to, because I had obligations to the 
theatre and I didn't want to let the other girls 
down, but I didn't say no. And he said his 
secretary would deal with the management. And the 
young man said - very discreetly - that he would 
see I was well paid."

"And what did you say to that?"

"Well, of course I said I couldn't take money 
because I was too young to be allowed to do that, 
and anyway that wasn't why I did it - you know, 
dancing nude and going with handsome gentlemen. 
And his boss laughed and asked what I really did 
it for. So I just told him the truth: that I 
loved doing it so much I couldn't help it."

"You're making me want to come."

"_Don't_ you want to come?"

"Of course I do, but I want to hear the rest of 
the story first. And stop doing that to me!"

For a few moments at least she gave my erection 
some peace.

"Well, the polite young man escorted me backstage 
and as soon as the manager saw his boss's 
name-card he said of course I must feel free to 
go with him. But I said I was so looking forward 
to dancing again and taking part in the finale. 
The other girls had told me about that, you see."

"I can see you wouldn't want to miss it."

"So it was agreed that I should leave as soon as 
the finale was over. And the young man was 
waiting for me when I came offstage after that. 
You stayed till the end of our show, did you?"

"Of course. I wouldn't have wanted to miss any of 
it."

"I was nude of course and didn't really have any 
clothes to go out in. Apart from the casual 
things I'd been wearing when I arrived."

"I'm surprised that bothered you. You've been 
dreaming about public nudity for days."

She giggled and began to stroke my cock again.

"Well, the young man thought his boss would like 
me to wear something smart. And one of the girls 
lent me a dress she'd been wearing for her dance. 
It was a sort of disco dress, red and glittery 
and very tight and very short and didn't quite 
cover her bottom."

"I remember it. And her."

"Fortunately she was a bit taller so it just 
covered me. She was thinner too and I had quite a 
struggle getting into it. But the young man said 
his boss would like it. So we left together and 
outside in the street there was a big black car, 
with a driver and the handsome gentlemen waiting 
in the back. I got in beside him of course. It 
was such a comfortable car! A foreign one. I 
don't know about cars but it had a little star in 
a circle - that's a Mercedes, isn't it?"

"That's the one."

"Well, he had his hand on my thigh and soon he 
was stroking my pussy - very gently, just being 
friendly - and he asked me about myself, how old 
I was, where I was going to school, how I had 
started as a stripper and hostess, what I wanted 
to do when I grew up, and all that. So I told him 
what I'd done so far, and how I was longing to be 
old enough to work full-time in the sex industry, 
and about how you'd been helping me and teaching 
me ..."

"Careful! I don't want people like that knowing 
what I do with young Japanese girls!"

"Oh, I didn't tell him your name ... anyway, then 
we arrived. I hadn't been paying much attention 
but I think it was somewhere near Shibuya. And a 
lovely big house in a garden! I'd never been 
anywhere like that. The car stopped outside the 
front-door. We went into a beautiful living-room 
and he offered me a drink, and I said I would 
have a glass of juice just to be polite. The 
young secretary man brought the drinks but I took 
them from him and served my gentleman his whisky, 
and then knelt down and unfastened the top of my 
dress and began to stroke him and breasturbate 
him and suck him just as I do in my clubs."

"I bet he enjoyed that."

"Oh, yes. So did I! He came quite quickly. I 
thanked him and let some of his cum dribble onto 
my breasts the way my gentlemen enjoy seeing. And 
then I had a brilliant idea: I let the rest pour 
out of my mouth into the juice I hadn't yet 
finished and swirled it all together and drank 
it! He really liked seeing me do that ... then he 
smiled, in such an exciting way, and finished his 
whisky and said, 'I think we'll go upstairs 
now.'"

She paused for a moment, remembering the thrill 
of it all, and I did not hurry her.

"I got up off the floor and, without really 
thinking because it was what I always do when you 
take me upstairs, I unfastened the rest of my 
dress and let it fall. And when he saw me 
standing there nude in just my heels he said, 
'Yes, I see you understand.' Then we went out 
into the hall together and he took me by the 
elbow and guided me up the big staircase. At the 
top of the stairs was a door and beyond that was 
an enormous bedroom. I went to the bed, of 
course, but he said, 'No, not yet - stand here.' 
He showed me where he wanted me to be, in front 
of a huge mirror. You should have seen it! It 
covered one whole wall of the room. I couldn't 
help dancing in front of it and watching the way 
I looked. He was standing behind me, smiling at 
me in the mirror in that exciting way of his, and 
then he held out a hand and the polite secretary 
brought him what he wanted."

"He was there too, was he?"

"Yes! He looked so funny being there in the 
bedroom with his office suit on and so 
respectable! I was nude, of course, as I told you 
and my master had changed to just a pair of black 
slacks. First the secretary handed him a pair of 
leather wrist-cuffs and he strapped them on me 
and joined them with a long chain. While he was 
doing that, the secretary knelt on the carpet and 
fitted me with matching ankle-cuffs and chain. 
But that wasn't all! Next came a broad belt in 
shiny black leather, and my master buckled it, 
ooh _so_ tightly, round my waist. It felt so 
good!"

"Yes, I can imagine you would enjoy that."

"And what do you think he did next?"

"Tell me."

"He stood in front of me and dangled a pair of 
pretty nipple-clamps in front of my eyes! And he 
said, 'Do you know what these are?' Of course I 
did, they were the lovely kind with a sort of 
steel frame which can be screwed as tight as 
tight can be."

"And you said?"

"Well, I remembered what you'd told me, that 
gentlemen like to think they are introducing a 
girl to lovely cruel things like that for the 
first time. So I pretended I didn't know and 
asked what they were for, and he told me how they 
would fit over my nipples and he could tighten 
them till the pain was more than I could possibly 
imagine and there was nothing I could do to stop 
it, and I begged him not to hurt me and he said I 
would learn to love it, and I asked 'Are you 
really, really sure I'll like it?' Ooh, I did 
enjoy that and so did he!"

"Clever girl."

"He fitted them and screwed them a little way and 
I pretended to be frightened but then gradually 
let him tighten them more and more and of course 
I screamed with pain and implored him to stop but 
then I showed him I was beginning to like it. 
They had little bells hanging from them and I 
wriggled a bit so that they tinkled nicely."

"And then?"

"The polite young man had wheeled up a piece of 
machinery."

 "What was it? A whipping-frame?"

"Well, a bit like that. It was a kind of wooden 
board on metal stands with three semicircles cut 
out of the upper edge. And then I looked more 
carefully and saw that there was another board 
higher up, just the same except that the 
semicircles were cut out of the lower edge. My 
new master told me to lean forward, so I did 
that, and rest my neck and wrists in the circles. 
Then he lowered the other board till it fitted on 
top and locked them both together. So I could see 
myself in the mirror, a prisoner bending forward 
with my head and my hands chained together on one 
side and the rest of me on the other."

"And then he whipped you."

"Of course! It was so lovely! He brought a whip 
to show me, like the ones you use with lots of 
thin lashes with knots tied in them, and asked me 
if I'd been whipped with one of those before, and 
I didn't say I had and didn't say I hadn't, I 
just begged him not to hurt me! But of course he 
did ... lots and lots ... it was one of the most 
wonderful whippings I'd ever had. Until ..."

"Until?"

"Well, I'll tell you if you'll only stop 
interrupting. After about half-an-hour of that, 
when my bottom was _so_ hot and tingling _so_ 
beautifully, he dropped the whip and kicked off 
his slacks and came round the front and gave me 
his erection to suck. Of course I'd already done 
that once downstairs so I'd found out the sort of 
things he liked. It was a bit difficult without 
my hands but I did my best. And then when he 
pulled out after a while I begged him to take me 
from behind. I told him my poor bottom was so 
desperate and so stimulated by the whip that he 
surely couldn't be so cruel as to leave it 
unfucked. So he laughed and went round the other 
end of me and ... oh, it was wonderful! Of course 
my breasts were on fire too from the 
nipple-clamps which made it even nicer."

"Both love-holes?" I could feel her nodding. She 
stopped talking for a while, lost in ecstatic 
memory. "Nice for you," I added. "And for him."

"Well, when we'd both recovered from that and 
he'd released me from the whipping-frame and 
taken off my chains I went to the bathroom and 
cleaned myself up - beautiful bathroom, by the 
way, everything you could possibly want, but I 
couldn't do more than pee and wash because I was 
still locked into my cuffs and belt, you see - 
and then I came out and stood obediently before 
him and asked what he wanted to do with me next. 
The frame had been wheeled out of the way but 
there was a hook hanging from the ceiling that 
hadn't been there before. It made my heart beat 
fast when I saw that and wondered what lovely 
things he was planning to do to me! The young man 
brought two long poles in black metal and fixed 
one to my wrist-cuffs and one to my ankle-cuffs. 
So I had to stand with my feet wide apart and my 
arms out. Then my master locked another pair of 
cuffs on me, this time tightly round my upper 
arms, and joined them with a chain. He told me to 
stand underneath the hook, facing the big mirror, 
and he hung the chain over the hook and raised it 
and adjusted it till I was stretched quite tight 
but still standing on my heels with my arms and 
legs apart. And of course I knew what would 
happen next!"

"Was it a nice whipping?"

"Wonderful! He showed me the whip and let me look 
forward to it before he started. It was a lovely 
one, several long strands of polished leather 
braided together very tightly, and when he moved 
it to and fro it creaked in the most exciting way 
as if it was saying how much it loved me and 
longed to kiss me all over!"

I couldn't help laughing.

"You are a sentimental little girl!" I said.

"Well, I'd never seen anything so beautiful 
before! It sort of tapered all along its length 
from the thick handle to the end, and at the tip 
there was such a pretty little bow of pink 
ribbon. I was in love with that whip from the 
moment I saw it, just as it was in love with me. 
I longed to beg my master to let it kiss me again 
and again, but I remembered just in time and only 
said, 'Oh, please don't hurt me!' but he smiled 
that exciting smile of his and said, 'Oh, I shall 
hurt you - I shall hurt you more than you've ever 
been hurt before. And I shan't stop till you have 
learnt to love it and beg me for more.' He held 
it against my lips and made me kiss it in several 
places. It didn't just creak like leather, it 
smelt like leather does. Oh, it _was_ beautiful! 
He said, 'You love it really, don't you?' He 
_understood_, you see! He _knew_ I was secretly 
in love with it even if I couldn't tell him so! 
And then he said, 'It's brand new. Never been 
used before, so it's still stiff and hard. A whip 
like this needs to be broken in on a girl. Best 
of all, on a young tender girl like you who's 
never felt a whip like this before.' So you see, 
he hadn't guessed that I already knew all about 
being whipped, thanks to you. He still thought it 
was my first time. Wasn't that lovely? And then 
he said, 'Now you'll both be broken in together. 
Aren't you lucky!' And I couldn't help whispering 
'Yes!' even though I knew it might give me away. 
He removed my belt and my nipple-clamps and I 
asked if he really had to do that, and he 
explained kindly that he wanted to be able to 
whip _all_ of me with nothing in the way. Wasn't 
that thoughtful of him? And then he began."

"Was it good?"

"It was fantastic! Somehow I managed to keep 
imploring him to stop, even though I was so 
afraid he might think I meant it and really 
stop."

"I'm sure he thought you meant it, and that's why 
he _didn't_ stop. I like the sound of your new 
lover. He enjoys the same things that I enjoy."

She wriggled round in my arms and kissed me.

"You horrible old sadists," she said. "Both of 
you! Treating a poor innocent little girl like 
that ..."

"A little girl who loves every second of it," I 
said.

"Yes. Oh, I do, I do ..."

She stopped for a moment, remembering again the 
bliss she had been granted.

"Well. Anyway, when I was looking in the mirror 
and watching myself being whipped, and thinking 
how good it was to be able to see it happening as 
well as feeling it and hearing it, I noticed 
something strange. Every time the whip whistled 
round me and kissed me, it left a dark red line 
where it had been. At first I thought, how 
strange, and then I thought, how beautiful it 
looked as well as strange, a pattern being 
created of all the bits of me that had been made 
love to like that. Why have you never done that 
to me?" she concluded accusingly.

"Be sensible, darling. Don't think I haven't 
wanted to. But you know very well that after I've 
whipped you you have to report for duty at one of 
your clubs. And don't your gentlemen expect to 
see you fresh and pure and untouched?"

"I suppose so. But I want to be whipped like that 
again soon. Will you do that? Next time I have a 
free evening? Promise?"

"I promise. What else did he do to you?"

"That was all, really. When he was tired of 
whipping me he took me down and laid me out on 
the bed and then he fucked me a couple of times. 
After that his secretary brought the keys and let 
me out of my cuffs. When I'd finished in the 
bathroom he brought me my dress and then I went 
downstairs and said goodbye to my master. He was 
sitting on the couch reading some 
official-looking papers and just glanced at me. I 
bowed very politely and said, 'Sir, I hope I 
satisfied you. Will you send for me again one 
day?' He just nodded and said, 'I might. My 
secretary will take you home.' So here I am! I 
suppose the driver had gone off duty because he 
drove me in the big car and I sat beside him."

"Did you thank him nicely?" I asked her 
teasingly.

"Of course! There was lots of room to fuck 
properly in that big car. And he promised he'd be 
in touch with me again."

"Well, we'll see. Now, what about thanking me?"

"Ooh, poor you! You've been so patient!"

She wriggled down the bed and set to work 
stroking and sucking my cock.

"Could you manage all three of my holes?" she 
asked, taking it out of her mouth for a moment. 
"I'd really enjoy that."

"So would I! I probably can if you help me. Give 
me your cunt to suck now, and I want to finish in 
there. I've been longing for it ever since you 
did that lovely dance on stage with the sheet."

"Yes, that was fun, wasn't it?"

Despite all the exercise they had been given that 
day, her lower love-holes were fresh and sweet. I 
kissed them and then entered them with affection 
and profound gratitude for having Haruka, and so 
many other girls before her and yet to come, as 
my partners in pleasure. The morning light was 
visible through the curtains before we had 
finished with each other - for the moment at 
least. She went again to the bathroom to wash, 
then jumped back into bed. I swung her round so 
that we could sleep comfortably head to tail the 
way we liked best. I gave her luscious lower 
mouth a good-night kiss, and felt her return it 
with a kiss on each of my balls.

"Get some sleep now, darling," I said. "You'll 
want to be fresh tomorrow."

"Yes, the manager told me I'm to work a double 
shift."

"Will he still want that? I thought that was in 
return for having this evening free, but then you 
had to work after all."

"Oh, but he _must_!" she said, wriggling round 
again. "Non-stop fucking from six to midnight - 
lovely! I've been looking forward to it so much! 
He couldn't be so cruel as to ..."

"I'm sure he won't," I said reassuringly. "Now, 
do go to sleep."

She snuggled down into the bottom of the bed. I 
turned carefully onto my side and pillowed my 
head on one smooth thigh, pulling the other leg 
over my neck and shoulders like a little _futon_.

"Sweet dreams, darling," I murmured and was soon 
fast asleep myself.


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