Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 16 of 20
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist
Keywords: MMf, exhib, Japan

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HARUKA'S EDUCATION 16

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER XVI

Haruka's First Sex-Video

While Haruka liked to go out on her own once our 
regular morning training session was over, she was 
not only meeting lovers or getting herself picked 
up: she was also attending sessions at a dance 
studio. Of course she had done some basic ballet at 
gym classes at her school, but now she was 
increasing her skills so as to make her on-stage 
nude dancing even more erotically beautiful. She 
never asked me for money to pay for these classes 
and I wondered if she was in fact being paid for 
her private encounters despite my warnings against 
accepting money. More likely she was running up 
debts with her manager. Well, never mind, a girl as 
gifted as Haruka would be able to pay them off 
easily enough when she came of age and started on 
her career. And in any case, I thought cynically, 
indebtedness is one of the driving forces of the 
Japanese sex industry: knowing that they owe money 
to managers, bar-owners or credit-card companies 
helps to keep actresses and models working hard.

I was able to keep my promise to arrange for her to 
star in a _roshutsu_ or public nudity video. My 
contact who specialised in this sector of the 
pornography business was a bit reluctant to accept 
an inexperienced girl, but became interested when I 
explained that Haruka would gladly do it for 
nothing. Unfortunately he was firm that I would not 
be allowed to be present during the shoot. A 
_gaijin_ would be bound to draw attention to what 
was going on, and that was the one thing he and his 
colleagues did not want. So I cannot describe what 
happened at first-hand: I know only what Haruka 
told me.

She did not find it as enjoyable and exciting as 
she had hoped. The video had to be shot quickly in 
short takes, which would be edited together later 
to give the impression that she had been walking at 
her ease through streets full of people - and 
indeed the spectators would mostly be added in the 
studio on a computer. Being expected to perform on 
camera looking pretty and seductive in the early 
morning, and being suddenly bundled into the team's 
van and hidden under a blanket at the first hint of 
official nosiness, was not what she had expected. 
It was a long way from her dream of sauntering 
provocatively through an admiring crowd, enjoying 
the teasing fresh air and freedom from any 
restraint as she flaunted her nudity. But she did 
her best and the final result was fairly 
stimulating, interspersed with shots of her 
enthusiastically sucking and fucking the camera 
crew as the van drove off through the Tokyo 
traffic. She had fulfilled another ambition and I 
had kept my promise to help her.

Another attempt to break into the adult video 
business was more successful. It came about like 
this.

Late one afternoon when Haruka returned from one of 
her secret assignations, she walked in on a 
business discussion I was having with a potential 
publisher: the features editor of a magazine called 
_Za Sutorippas_ or _The Strippers_. It specialised 
in material about Japanese striptease, of course, 
and the many thousands of delightful young girls 
who stripped and fucked on stages all over the 
country in return for a mixture of money (a little) 
and their own pleasure (a lot). We were discussing 
a series of articles in which I would describe the 
effect on me and other _gaijin_ of Japanese 
strip-shows and why they were so superior to 
Western ones. He did not even look up as Haruka 
came in, discreetly walking round the edge of the 
living-room furthest from the dining-table at which 
we were seated. But he noticed her all right when 
she came downstairs again, having taken off her 
pretty microskirted dress and tight white boots and 
wearing only her normal uniform of high-heels and 
nipple-clamps. She disappeared into the kitchen and 
soon returned with two cups of green tea on a tray. 
She placed one neatly beside each of us, then bowed 
in respectful OL style, her little bells tinkling. 
She came upright again and tossed her long hair 
over her shoulders and down her back. I was about 
to make a discreet sign to her but she already knew 
what to do: she had placed the empty tray 
soundlessly on the table and was disappearing 
underneath on hands and knees bearing only the damp 
cloth she had brought with her.

Suddenly my visitor started to stammer and lose the 
thread of what he was saying. Clearly Haruka had 
neatly opened his trousers and was starting to 
stroke and lick his cock. He tried for a while to 
pay no attention, but no one can ignore Haruka when 
she is sucking him. It didn't take her long to 
bring him to climax. He sat there gasping till she 
had drained him, wiped him clean with her damp 
cloth, tidied his clothes and emerged from 
underneath the table. She stood respectfully, one 
foot a little in front of the other and her hands 
folded over her crotch. Only her wetly shining lips 
and the way she was running her tongue over them 
hinted at what she had been doing. I told her 
afterwards that she had earned me quite a bit of 
money: my visitor had been rendered incapable of 
pressing his final offer for my articles and had 
agreed to pay me much more than he intended.

He gazed at Haruka. I must admit she was well worth 
looking at. I was used to her special brand of 
corrupted innocence when showing off her nudity 
immediately after some piece of deliciously 
outrageous sexual behaviour, but it was new to him.

"Is she, er, your ..." he managed to say.

I could tell he was trying to decide between 
"partner," "secretary," "girl-friend" or even 
"wife." I decided to help him.

"Haruka-san is my live-in whore," I said firmly.

Haruka smiled coyly and wriggled slightly. She 
loved being called a whore: it made her feel 
grown-up. She had been delighted when I pointed out 
to her that in accepting some of the money from the 
auction of her anal virginity on first starting 
work at her hostess club she had indeed become a 
professional whore. It had not occurred to her 
before.

"And what do you do, Haruka-san?" he asked.

Haruka had of course seen the sample issues of his 
magazine scattered over the table, so knew what to 
say.

"I work as a stripper," she said demurely. "And as 
a nude hostess. Or as anything that allows me to, 
you know, take all my clothes off ..." (a coy 
little giggle here and a blush) "... and be nude 
for an audience to enjoy. I enjoy it too, of 
course. _So_ much!"

He gulped. Of course in his business he knew all 
about girls like Haruka, but they were not usually 
as frank in describing their work and ambitions. He 
asked her the name of her strip-club. She mentioned 
the private one - not Synthesis - and he either 
knew of it or pretended to.

"Let me show you my magazine," he said.

Haruka came and stood beside him, one hand resting 
lightly on his shoulder, leaning forward, her head 
almost touching his and the bells of her 
nipple-clamps swaying prettily close to his face as 
he turned to the front and leafed slowly through 
the eight-page colour section. It featured as usual 
a lovely wide-eyed tease clearly brought to the 
verge of orgasm by the thrill of being 
photographed, one of so many thousands of girls who 
happily display their beauty night after night 
before lustful and admiring audiences. They are so 
sweet, these girls: so eager, so obviously enjoying 
their work and loving the appreciation their 
youthful sexiness inspires - and the glorious way 
that appreciation is expressed once they are fully 
nude and have abandoned any pretence of modesty. 
They become addicted at a young age to public 
nudity and to fucking before an audience, and the 
clubs where they work give them the fullest 
opportunity to feed their addiction and build up to 
climax after climax. Really, they make me feel 
ridiculously sentimental!

Haruka was murmuring "Oh, isn't she lovely!" and 
"Ooh, I wish I was as beautiful as that!" and 
finally "She's so lucky to be shown in your 
magazine where everyone can admire her! Oh, I wish 
..." while he turned the pages. When he had 
finished he slipped his arm round her waist and 
caressed her bottom.

"Would you like to appear in my magazine?" he 
asked.

I think he had forgotten my presence and prior 
claim to Haruka: he spoke in the seductive tones 
which had no doubt earned him many an enthusiastic 
fuck from girls aspiring to feature in _The 
Strippers_. Of course Haruka begged him to cover 
her and they were getting on so well together that 
I almost offered him my bed to seal the agreement 
on. But in the end he agreed without any further 
inducement, we both signed the contract under which 
he would publish my articles, and an ecstatic 
Haruka bowed him out of the front door, not without 
much giggling and flirting.

The features editor lived up to his word. The 
manager of Haruka's strip-club was delighted to 
have his establishment and one of his popular 
performers covered in the magazine, and in due 
course eight colour pages appeared, showing Haruka 
posing sexily in one of her entrance costumes, in 
sensuous dance routines as she removed it, 
enchanting in just a scatter of costume jewellery 
over her crotch, and smiling happily surrounded by 
her audience, their faces blurred to avoid 
recognition by wives and girlfriends. The 
accompanying interview was a piece of coyly 
provocative nonsense which could have fitted lots 
of girls and probably had. I knew from my chats 
with the editor that often the featured girls were 
not strippers at all but photographed against a 
club background for the sake of propriety: they 
were in reality keen young amateur whores hoping to 
attract new customers. The girls were not paid for 
the photo-shoots of course but the magazine 
promised to forward "fan mail" so that they could 
contact admirers direct and take up their offers as 
they wished. _The Strippers_ had an uneasy 
relationship with the authorities and had to be 
careful not to seem to promote underage 
prostitution, so Haruka had to choose a stage name 
for the feature and pretend to be a professional 
performer of at least eighteen. For the same reason 
no fully nude shots were included, though one taken 
from behind with Haruka smiling invitingly over her 
shoulder made it fairly obvious that she was 
wearing nothing other than her heels, and a number 
of explicitly nude shots were taken at the photo 
session and no doubt sold on to pornographic 
websites. Nor were there any references to on-stage 
fucking. Naturally strip-show audiences know well 
enough that these things are legal fictions and 
that the best strippers, like Haruka, are probably 
sixteen or so - which is of course the age at which 
a girl's first onset of lust reaches its beautiful 
flowering. If a girl of that age learns to be 
sexually insatiable she can usually look forward to 
many years of orgasmic paradise; if she is cruelly 
forced to wait till she is eighteen, she may have 
lost that first passionate emancipation. As regards 
the on-stage fucking, everyone who attends proper 
Japanese strip-shows, like those promoted by 
Synthesis, knows that by the time the girl is fully 
nude before an excited audience she is at least as 
aroused as they are and could not hold back from 
inviting them to fuck her even if she wanted to.

Haruka's new fame brought more audiences to her 
private strip-club, keen to pay the membership fee 
so that they could see her nude and compete for her 
invitations to enjoy her. Soon she was doing four 
full performances a night in her nine-to-midnight 
shift, which of course delighted her. Two more 
important things resulted from her appearance in 
_The Strippers_.

The first was that she was contacted through the 
magazine by an agent who offered her opportunities 
to perform at private parties. The manager of her 
club was not happy about giving her time off to do 
this but was persuaded to agree by her offer to do 
yet more extra shows for him and by her promise 
that his group of establishments would get full 
credit when she was presented at private events. On 
these occasions there was of course no need to lie 
about her age as the absurd law claiming to 
"protect" her forced her to do - although she 
sometimes adjusted it the other way, adding to her 
youthful allure by pretending to be even younger! 
As Haruka's "protector" I once wangled an 
invitation to one of these parties and was deeply 
impressed by her performance: dancing and stripping 
as if in an erotic trance and then walking 
elegantly among the guests in only her highest 
heels - thanks to my training her little feet could 
now manage the full 15 centimetres or nearly six 
inches, and she loved to strut and pirouette in 
them. Guests at parties are in less of a hurry than 
strip-show audiences so the fucking she enjoyed was 
graceful, beautiful—and of course endless.

At one of these parties she was spotted by the 
owner of a group of porn movie companies and that 
led to something very important in Haruka's 
development. A series with the general title 
"Mother who dances at a strip theatre" had had some 
success, and was followed by a series of "Wife who 
dances at a strip theatre". The first were vehicles 
for actresses frankly a little past their best, but 
some of the stars of the second were pretty and 
appealing. I had several in my collection. The plot 
was always the same. A bored young wife was filling 
in her empty days, and earning pocket-money, by 
stripping at the local club while her husband was 
at work. Cue for long sequence showing her act: she 
appears on the little stage in a sexy costume, and 
happily agrees to the audience's demand that she 
remove it. Once nude she displays her pussy to the 
audience who lean forward over the edge of the 
stage to stroke it, kiss it and then finger-fuck 
it. The next part of her act is masturbation: she 
squats over a thick dildo placed vertically on the 
edge of the stage, letting favoured audience 
members hold it upright for her as she impales 
herself deeply on it, thrusts up and down, and 
drives herself to near-orgasm. After that of course 
there is no way she can stop her admirers joining 
her on stage and fucking her to ecstasy. In the 
next scene her husband finds out what she is doing 
and is upset. She pleads with him to be reasonable, 
and makes charming love to him in an attempt at 
reconciliation. But there is nothing for it but to 
arrange for him to attend one of her performances. 
Cue for repeat of the earlier on-stage scene with 
minor variations. Of course her husband, pretending 
to be an ordinary patron of the establishment, is 
the one invited up on stage to fuck her at the 
climax; of course he is overwhelmed by the beauty 
and skill of her act and declares himself proud of 
her. Happy ending. Very nice.

Haruka's new admirer decided there was room for a 
follow-up series to be called "Schoolgirl who 
dances at a strip club". Instead of the husband 
there would be a puritanical and disapproving 
schoolmaster (who of course secretly lusted after 
her). Otherwise plot as before. Haruka was of 
course thrilled to be invited to star in the first 
of the series. Furthermore the movie was to be 
released through one of the group's theoretically 
overseas companies for sale outside Japan, so there 
would be no need to bother about Japan's ridiculous 
censorship laws (though many copies would of course 
find their way into the Japanese market anyway). 
Since the product was theoretically intended for 
other Asian markets it was unnecessary to pretend 
that Haruka was eighteen, though for Western 
distribution an American lawyer would be found to 
pose as "record keeper" and provide a certificate 
which no one would read saying that she was.

Of course Haruka was an ideal choice for the part. 
She was still a schoolgirl, and she was an 
experienced striptease performer, so she knew 
exactly what to do in both settings. The movie was 
shot over two days in a sleazy studio in a run-down 
part of Tokyo. The first day was devoted to the 
classroom scenes. The set was decorated with rows 
of desks, a chalkboard, and sets of posters on 
educational themes: they had obviously all been 
used in many previous movies telling the story of 
precocious schoolgirls losing their supposed 
innocence. Haruka was not of course allowed to wear 
her real school uniform: it might have been 
recognised with possible legal difficulties. [25] 
She and the bit-part actresses were kitted out in 
uniforms from a costume hire agency, with tiny 
check skirts which I must say made the girls look 
delightfully provocative even in their socks and 
sensible black shoes. An actor playing a severe 
teacher was finishing a class and giving out 
homework tasks. He dismissed the class but 
instructed Haruka's character to remain behind. The 
rest dispersed, ad-libbing schoolgirl chatter as 
they went, the cameras positioned low so as to 
catch good shots of their legs and up their skirts.

Haruka stood respectfully before the teacher who 
gave her a severe telling-off for inattention, even 
a tendency to fall asleep in class, and failure to 
submit homework tasks. A cane lay temptingly on his 
desk; the movie's script did not require Haruka to 
be punished but viewers would enjoy fantasising 
about her and the other girls being beaten. In this 
scene Haruka behaved well and respectfully to the 
_sensei_, promising to do better.

When the Director was satisfied, the other girls 
were herded back into the classroom for a scene 
that would be placed later in the story. This time 
they sat at their desks, reacting with fascination 
and a touch of envy as the teacher again laid into 
Haruka. He had seen her the previous evening, he 
said, walking late at night in disgracefully 
provocative clothes through the entertainment 
district round Shinjuku Station. Where had she been 
going and why was she out so late in such a place? 
This time Haruka responded pertly, saying she had 
been meeting friends and that her free time was her 
own to spend as she wished. The teacher was angry 
and warned her of serious consequences if her 
behaviour did not improve. Finally, it was time to 
shoot the closing scene. Haruka and the _sensei_ 
were alone together. He was embarrassed and 
stammering as he admitted to her how much he had 
admired her professional performance on stage the 
previous evening; Haruka for her part was entirely 
in her element, self-confident as she put an 
admirer at his ease. She stroked his swelling cock, 
first gently and teasingly through his trousers, 
then confidently and with that lovely air of 
possession which an experienced Japanese girl 
displays as she removes a man's clothes and takes 
ownership of the erection which is hers because she 
created it with her sensuous beauty. In a 
subservient little-girl voice she asked him which 
part of her act he had most enjoyed, leading him 
gradually to admit the obvious - that for him the 
unforgettable moment was fucking her gloriously in 
front of an enthusiastic and admiring audience. 
Haruka removed her uniform blouse and, twisting 
round in his arms, invited him in the coaxing tones 
of a stripper to unhook her bra. She greeted his 
touch on her naked breasts with pretty squeals and 
coy protests. But then it was time to fall slowly 
to her knees and draw his cock into her soft and 
welcoming mouth. At last he came over her breasts. 
She scooped up some of his cum and sucked her 
fingers. Her final line in the movie was, "I hope 
my _sensei_ is pleased with me now?", to which he 
replied, "I am proud of you - very proud."

Next the classroom equipment was lifted out of the 
way and replaced by a row of steel lockers. In this 
scene the girls, with much shrieking and squealing, 
admired Haruka's independent attitude in the 
confrontation they had witnessed, and begged her to 
tell them where she had been the previous evening. 
She refused to give details but said she had a 
part-time job in an establishment where she could 
earn extra pocket-money. She loved the work, she 
said, and hinted that she might one day tell her 
best friends more about it and perhaps give them 
the chance of joining her. The main point of the 
scene however was to film the girls getting out of 
their uniforms and, with discreet glimpses of naked 
breasts and bottoms, changing into leotards for gym 
class. This took a long time to complete to the 
Director's satisfaction.

Finally, Haruka and the teacher were required to 
act as if they were walking through Shinjuku, she 
in a pretty pink miniskirt and cropped top, he in 
casual shirt and slacks. The background, showing 
the garish lights of the entertainment quarter, the 
traffic and the passers-by, would be added later 
from stock shots by computer. Haruka just had to 
look innocently provocative, which was easy for her 
as she did that all the time. The male actor 
skilfully conveyed the impression of a man guiltily 
following a young girl after whom he secretly 
lusted.

The first day's shooting ended in good time for me 
to take Haruka home, where she insisted on being 
fucked before showering, carefully shaving off a 
little black fuzz of pubic hair which had recently 
made its unwanted appearance, and setting off for 
one of her regular evenings at a nude hostess club 
- where her innocently youthful appearance earned 
her much loving attention from her lolita-fixated 
customers.

She was in an excited and flirtatious mood the 
following morning, looking forward eagerly to the 
day's shooting which of course would cover the 
climax of the movie: the scene in the strip-club. 
In fact it would have to be filmed twice: once to 
show the schoolgirl heroine's standard performance, 
and then again the evening when she had coaxed her 
hypocritical _sensei_ to attend as guest of honour.

The studio had been set up with a semi-circular 
stage. A dozen or so of the nondescript bit-part 
actors who earn a few thousand yen fucking the 
pretty actresses in sex videos were gathered in the 
audience area, sitting or squatting on the floor. 
As soon as I delivered Haruka she was taken off to 
her tiny dressing-room to be clothed in the sexy 
costume in which she would make her entrance, to be 
made up and to have her hair done. She then had a 
session with the Director to discuss how her first 
stripping and fucking scene should be handled. She 
had her own clear ideas about that, most of which 
the Director reluctantly accepted: he did not 
often, after all, work with a young fuck-film 
actress who was already an experienced striptease 
artist!

The video-cameras were started. A weedy man in a 
shabby tuxedo announced Haruka's debut performance. 
The extras playing the audience applauded and 
cheered. The lights came up on the semi-circular 
stage and Haruka entered from one side. She was all 
in black, and looked sexy and sophisticated: a girl 
who had dressed carefully to please her lovers and 
expected to receive her reward. She wore a 
transparent blouse with a pretty bra underneath, a 
tight microskirt just long enough to skim her 
bottom, and sheer black stockings which came only 
half-way up her thighs and joined suspenders 
emerging from under her little skirt. With the 
tight high-heels she had brought with her, the 
effect was delightfully provocative.

Of course the audience were keen for her to start 
stripping, and so was she. Swaying from foot to 
foot at the front of the stage, the spotlights full 
on her, she slowly released the buttons of her 
blouse, tossed it over her shoulders and let it 
slither to the ground. Then it was the turn of her 
microskirt: she slid down the zipper and wriggled 
her hips lasciviously to the music as the skirt 
gradually fell to the floor, revealing her 
suspender belt and little side-tie panties. She 
stepped out of it with an elegant movement, bent 
down to pick it up, and tossed it into the wings.

Next she pulled up a small stool which had been 
left for her on the stage, sat down in front of the 
audience, stretched out each leg in turn and slowly 
unfastened and removed each shoe. Then she made a 
big business of releasing her stockings from the 
suspenders and gradually peeling them off her legs. 
The audience were entranced. It was time to involve 
them in her act. She took one stocking and draped 
it round the neck of a man who was leaning forward 
onto the stage and almost touching her. Then she 
picked up her right shoe and handed it to him, 
stretching out her leg till her tiny silver-painted 
toes were stroking his face. He took her little 
foot in his free hand and kissed it, sucking each 
toe in turn while she leant back and moaned with 
pleasure - real pleasure, I was sure: Haruka's toes 
were very sensitive and she loved having them 
played with. When each toe had been thoroughly 
kissed the man fitted her elegant shoe over her 
foot and fastened it tightly. Meanwhile there was 
intense competition going on among the men to 
Haruka's left to decide who should have the 
privilege of attending to her other foot. She 
pretended to be surprised, but then chose one 
fortunate admirer to receive her stocking and shoe. 
But several hands reached out to caress her foot 
and toes, and it was a while before her left shoe 
was fastened again and she could prettily thank her 
audience.

She stood up, kicked the stool out of the way and 
prepared to move on to the longed-for scene of full 
nudity. She turned her back and, looking coyly over 
her shoulder, released the hook of her bra. There 
was a cheer and she turned to face the audience and 
let them enjoy the sight of her stroking her 
sensitive breasts. Then the suspender-belt came 
off. Of course she took her time over removing her 
last scrap of clothing, the little side-tie 
panties. Every stripper who knows her job does 
that, making the audience and above all herself 
wait till she can stand it no longer. At last, 
murmuring "Oh yes, yes - I must, I must!" she began 
to pull apart the little bows. She turned her back 
as the panties began to fall revealing her 
exquisite bottom, then turned to face them again, 
still hiding her pussy in a classic pose of false 
modesty. At last she raised her hand in a gesture 
of triumph, dragging the little scrap of cloth away 
and tossing it from her. She posed for her 
admirers - her soon-to-be lovers - in all her 
radiant beauty.

As at Synthesis, at the climax of her beautiful 
dance with the translucent sheet, the first sight 
of her total public nudity was awesome, that 
unfailing still moment of loveliness in which 
aesthetic appreciation and erotic desire come 
together in the mind of the spectator. No wonder 
artists have for centuries been infatuated with 
feminine nudity, trying to capture that moment of 
wondrous revelation. Today we live, thank heavens, 
in a culture obsessed with sexuality and its 
central importance to our happiness. That vision of 
beauty is freely available to us all: tens of 
thousands of lovely girls are offering it to 
appreciative audiences every night all over Japan. 
And wives and girlfriends, keen to keep up with the 
sexual sophistication they see all around them, are 
doing the same for their lovers or for friends at 
private parties.

It lasts only a moment, that intense vision of 
beauty. Haruka, with her short but intensive 
experience of on-stage nudity and public sex, 
responded at once to the change of mood. She 
abandoned her pose and squatted down on the edge of 
the stage, her thighs wide apart. Admiring faces 
moved forward to examine her pretty, hairless cunt; 
then fingers began to explore, to stroke, to enter 
... "Oh yes, yes - deeper!" murmured Haruka, her 
head thrown back, her long hair touching the stage 
behind her, surrendering to the bliss of multiple 
penetration. She inched her way along the 
footlights so that all who wanted to could pleasure 
her, those who had had their turn licking the rich 
nectar from their fingers. At last she reached her 
goal: a thick deeply ridged dildo which had been 
discreetly left for her at one corner of the stage. 
She picked it up and returned to centre-stage, 
sucking it lusciously before placing it upright on 
its broad base. She guided its tip towards the 
dripping lips of her cunt, then gradually impaled 
herself on it with a deep sigh of contentment. She 
rested there for a moment, wriggling her hips as 
the instrument filled her, the walls of her 
love-hole adapting themselves to the shape and 
caressing its visitor in the way I knew so well. 
Then she began a slow, rhythmic rise and fall, 
eager hands reaching out to steady the dildo as it 
stood on the stage.

With only herself to please Haruka would have kept 
the process up for hours, as she sometimes did when 
masturbating prettily to one of my porn videos. But 
she was a true professional, and tore herself away 
from her artificial lover. The moment was 
approaching for her to choose a real one. She 
pretended to take her time, her head on one side as 
she teasingly surveyed her eager, hopeful audience. 
At last she held out her hands to the lucky winner 
- in fact an actor whose handsome equipment had won 
him the part of her on-stage partner. He scrambled 
up to join her, tearing off his shirt among the 
cheers and catcalls of the rest of the audience. 
Haruka was at once on her knees before him, 
unbuckling his belt and letting his trousers fall 
to the stage. For a while she stroked and licked 
his swelling cock through his underpants, but soon 
pulled them down and held his handsome instrument 
of pleasure in her hands, showing it off to the 
others. Then it was in her skilful mouth.

She was careful not to bring him anywhere near 
climax. After a few minutes of vigorous, noisy 
sucking she released him and pulled him down to 
join her on the floor. He lay on his back while she 
rode him, first sitting on his face while he 
tongued her vigorously, then switching round and 
feeding his cock into her cunt. That was her cue 
for much noisy screaming and cries of "I'm coming! 
I'm coming!" But on-stage sex, like Japanese porn, 
must end with the man dominating his partner,[26] 
and at last she released him so that he could roll 
her onto her back and penetrate her vigorously, 
pushing her thighs forward so that her legs formed 
the preferred W-shape. At last he could hold back 
no longer, and in approved porn-video style pulled 
out of her, scrambled forward and came copiously 
over her face as she opened her mouth to receive 
his cum and then licked the last drops of semen 
from his cock. It was over.

When they were able to the happy lovers stood up 
and bowed respectfully to the audience, the drops 
and streaks of cum on Haruka's face glistening 
prettily. Then the lights went down and the pair 
disappeared backstage while the man in the tuxedo 
thanked the audience for their attention. The scene 
was complete.

The video was not, however. After a brief pause for 
Haruka to wash and dress, it was time for the 
second version of her act. The man playing the 
schoolmaster entered and joined the audience, and 
Haruka was introduced for the second time. The 
lights came up and she entered again, dressed this 
time in a blue-and-white race-queen costume [27]. 
The abbreviated sleeveless jacket was cut low to 
show much of her breasts, her slim tummy was of 
course bare, and the short skirt slung low on her 
hips was held up by a broad belt. The uniform was 
decorated with some kind of fake company logo. As 
she walked the audience could all see that the 
skirt was slit on one side from the hem to the 
belt. She wore little white gloves and tight white 
knee-length boots with high heels, and the outfit 
was topped off with a pretty blue pill-box hat. To 
complete the illusion she carried the sort of 
umbrella which a race queen would if necessary open 
to protect a guest from the rain. She looked 
enchanting as she tripped around the stage in 
little steps, twirling her umbrella over her 
shoulder, pretending to welcome her audience to her 
company's stand in a girlish voice and begging them 
to tell her what she could do for them.

Of course there was only one thing they really 
wanted her to do for them which was to strip. She 
took her time, making the most of her delightful 
appearance. She closed the umbrella and planted it 
between her feet, leaning forward to give everyone 
a good view of her breasts. At last, with a coy 
giggle, she gave way. A favoured admirer was 
invited to hold her umbrella while she unfastened 
the front of her tiny jacket. Her eyes closed in 
ecstasy, she opened it, displaying her breasts 
fully, and very slowly removed it altogether. At 
last she retrieved her umbrella and paraded topless 
round the stage as if that was the most natural way 
for a race queen to be dressed. As indeed why 
should it not be?

There had been some discussion with the Director on 
how to make this second act different from the 
first. As before, Haruka's ideas had been 
reluctantly accepted. She approached the front of 
the stage again, and, still twirling her umbrella, 
stepped neatly down into the audience. Her admirers 
gathered round her, gazing up entranced at her 
semi-nudity. Hands caressed her bottom as she 
walked, some finding their way into the tempting 
slit in her skirt. When everyone had enjoyed the 
opportunity to fondle and stroke her, and she had 
thanked them with little squeals of pleasure and 
mock protest, Haruka returned to the stage, laid 
aside her umbrella and prepared for the big moment 
of removing her skirt. It did not take long: she 
had only to unfasten the broad belt, whereupon the 
skirt became just a strip of plasticised cloth and 
fell away. She was of course naked underneath and 
posed prettily in only her boots, gloves and little 
hat, using the umbrella in an unsuccessful attempt 
to conceal her beauty. This was not the archetypal 
nude beauty of her previous act, but rather the coy 
teasing of a pretty girl stimulating her lovers' 
lust and fully aware of the effect she is creating. 
As if to emphasise the difference she once again 
stepped into the audience, purring with happiness 
at the petting and caressing her nudity inspired. 
After a while she chose two admirers and brought 
them up onto the stage. There she encouraged them 
to take part in the routine of stroking and 
fingering her pussy. Before inviting them to help 
her impale herself once more on the big dildo, she 
added an extra pretty moment: she produced a slim 
butt-plug, sucked it, and asked the two men to 
insert it deeply into her tight arsehole while she 
screamed with a titillating mixture of pleasure and 
pain. The masturbation sequence was made all the 
more stimulating by the way she used the fingers of 
one hand to manipulate the anal insertion while 
operating the dildo in her cunt with the other.

The hero of the final sequence had of course to be 
the _sensei_ lurking in the audience. The two 
admirers who had helped with the masturbation were 
thanked prettily and dismissed. Haruka emptied her 
cunt and anus so as to be ready for her new lover 
and welcomed him to the stage. The scene was very 
similar to the final episode in the earlier 
strip-club section, except that the actor pretended 
to be shy and uncertain, needing more charming 
encouragement from his supposed pupil. At last it 
was over: the couple bowed respectfully to the 
audience and the lights went down.

"I must get you a race queen uniform," I said to 
Haruka as I went backstage to collect her from the 
tiny dressing-room. "You looked enchanting in it 
and I very much want to fuck you wearing it."

"You wearing it or me wearing it?" she asked 
pertly.

I gave her a friendly slap on her bare bottom as 
she bent to unzip her boots.

"Perhaps I could get work as a race queen," she 
said as she vanished into the shower. "It must be 
fun to be so nearly nude in public - and you meet 
interesting people. It might lead to, you know, all 
sorts of things."

She was unusually thoughtful as I drove her back to 
the apartment.

"It was fun," she said at last. "And I'm glad the 
Director-san took my advice. After all, I know more 
about what happens in a strip-club than he does."

"Including coming down off the stage nude to join 
the audience?" I asked. "I didn't know that was 
standard procedure in small local clubs now. It 
would make a good article for one of my editors 
..."

"Well," she said with a sexy giggle, "at my regular 
club the Manager tells me I mustn't do it. But he 
isn't always there to stop me ... Men always want 
me, don't they? Especially at a strip-club. It's 
_so_ nice! And if I'm to choose the one to take me 
first, I need to get a good look at them all! 
Actually, once I've chosen, I prefer fucking up on 
stage, where everyone can see."

"I'm sure you do."

"There's one thing that was wrong, though. In my 
final scene with my _sensei_, you know, at the 
school the next day, I'm sure in real life he 
wouldn't just get me to suck him. That, of course. 
But he'd pretend to be very angry with me and cane 
me hard. In real life, as I said. He'd _love_ doing 
that. And I'd love it too ..." Her voice trailed 
off, disappointed. "Why wouldn't the Director-san 
let that happen? After all, he had a lovely cane on 
his desk. I saw it."

"It's to do with the Japanese adult video 
industry," I explained. "It's very fragmented. Some 
companies make sadistic videos with lots of bondage 
and whipping. Others keep away from that kind of 
thing."

"What a shame. Can _I_ be in sadistic videos do you 
think? With lots of bondage and whipping, like you 
said?"

"Maybe. One day. We'll see. But never mind about 
today: I'll make it up to you when we get home."

"Oh, will you? That would be lovely! I've just got 
time before I must leave."

"Are you working this evening?"

"Of course! One of my hostess clubs."

"Nude?"

"Well, obviously. Are there any clubs where the 
hostesses wear clothes?"

"Oh yes."

"What on earth's the point of that?" she asked 
indignantly.

I couldn't honestly think of an answer.


FOOTNOTES

[25] Bars where the hostesses dress as schoolgirls 
often stock, or can obtain from hire companies, a 
variety of the genuine uniforms of many local 
institutions so that the customer who has a 
fixation on the pupils of a speci?c school can 
imagine his fetish is being titillated and 
satisfied by those very girls. But porn movies 
featuring schoolgirls normally dress their 
actresses in non-speci?c uniforms so as to avoid 
complaints. - B W

[26] I sometimes think my modest success with 
Japanese girls is partly due to my willingness, as 
an unconventional and basically rather lazy 
_gaijin_, to let them come on top, riding me 
vigorously cowgirl-style in a way their Japanese 
lovers would not normally permit. They love doing 
it, bless them, giving themselves the illusion of 
being in charge, come enthusiastically and thank me 
in the prettiest possible way. - B W

[27] Race queens are very pretty young girls 
employed as hostesses on company stands at motor 
racing events, wearing delightfully skimpy 
uniforms. Competition between companies to show off 
the prettiest girls in the sexiest uniforms is 
intense, and many successful models and porn 
actresses have started in the industry by being 
talent-spotted while working as race queens. The 
system has been copied by some Western companies 
where the models are known, I believe, as "pit 
girls", but they are seldom as pretty - or as 
available - as Japanese race queens. - B W


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