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Lolita Palaces (ffM+ cons.)
(C) 2000
by Abelard
[Warning: If it is illegal for you to read sex stuff, my condolences, but
fuck off. The events depicted in this story are performed strictly in the
imagination of a professional. No not try this shit at home. If you read on,
please maintain at least one hand on your controls at all times. If you
wanna' publish this story for profit, ya' better ask me first. Finally, tell
me what you think at <<Abelard_fra@hotmail.com>>.]
The tale of two fourteen year olds, one Japanese, the other American, and
what they discover in downtown Tokyo. (If in my ignorance I make stupid
cultural mistakes or offend anyone's sense of national pride, I'm sorry.)
LOLITA PALACES
There is an interesting phenomenon in Tokyo these days. Middle School
girls, between the ages of ten and fourteen, are spending time in "burusera"
(Lolita) palaces. Here, the timid can sell their underwear (the more soiled
the better) to agents, or directly to the middle-aged male clientele who sit
at a remove from the girls. The more adventurous can sell much more than
their underwear. In fact, the "palaces" have become amateur sex clubs where
very young girls, some of quite good families, dance, allow themselves to be
photographed in the nude, and even engage directly in various sexual
activities, from lesbian shows to orgies with the older men. The following
is a fantasy based on these facts.
Elizabeth stopped in disbelief: "They give you how much? Just for your
underpants? Why, for that you could go and buy twenty more! Are you sure?
And you take them off in private, and just bring them out and sell them?"
Kamiko giggled, "Yes, Elizabeth, you can take them off in private if you
want to...or you can take them off in front of the men. They will pay you
even more for that..."
"Where is this place, Kamiko? Is it in the slum district?"
"Oh, no, Elizabeth, it is right on the way to school, just there, see,
above the tailor's shop. Do you see the little sign in the second floor
window? It says, <<buru>>."
"But that means "blouse... school blouse."
"Yes, Elizabeth, and the place is called a <<Burusera>> "school blouse and
skirt." It's a code for a schoolgirl or any young girl, what you would
call, in the West, a "Lolita." But it's above a tailor shop, so they kind of
disguise it like that."
"And you have been there, Kamiko?"
"Oh yes, many times. How do you think I had the money to buy the blue
jeans and the other nice things I've bought recently?"
"Well, your family isn't exactly poor, Kamiko..."
"Oh, but my father would never give me enough money for all the things I
want. Soooo..."
"Kamiko, do you think that they would let a Westerner, like me, in there?"
"Oh, I think so, Elizabeth. In fact there are pictures of Westerners on the
walls, and I heard Mr. Fujumura ask specifically if there were any
Westerners who came to the club."
Elizabeth was thinking fast. She dearly wanted some money of her own. Her
father, a career diplomat at the embassy, kept her on a short leash where
money was concerned. Many an afternoon she had watched with envy as her
Japanese friends squandered seeming hundreds of dollars at the video games
in the arcade, or bought themselves western clothing (which cost four times
what it did in the States) in the shops.
That very afternoon she went, with Kamiko, to the Burusera above the
tailor's shop. As they stepped inside the door, a pretty, well dressed
woman of about thirty-five met them. "Ah, Kamiko," she said in Japanese, "I
see that you have brought a friend with you, no?"
Elizabeth, who was fluent in the language, bowed slightly and said, also in
Japanese, "My greetings to you, madam, please, I have come here with Kamiko
for the first time...If you will allow me, I would just like to watch and
see what goes on."
The woman was all smiles, "Yes, of course, little one, you may do as you
like here. This is a social club, and we encourage you to relax and be
friendly." With that she opened the two leather padded doors behind her and
ushered them down a hallway and into a large room on the right.
Elizabeth stared in amazement. The decor was severe, but elegant, as
traditionally Japanese as the most conservative home. Mats and low tables
were scattered around the room, delicate tea services on some, small plants
on others. There were typical, but stylish Japanese prints on the
rice-paper walls, and larger pots with Jade plants or tufted grasses here
and there. Seated on cushions were several groups of two or three middle
aged businessmen, looking very prosperous, and very content.
Also in the room were several young women who were playing at being geisha,
although they were not made up in any way and wore only kimonos, loosely
belted, no obis, sandals, facial makeup or hair trickery. In fact, they were
clearly some of Elizabeth's classmates, who had simply exchanged their
school clothes for kimonos. Their hair was still in school bangs, and hung
either straight or drawn back into soft ponytails. These thirteen and
fourteen year old girls were pouring tea and flirting with the men.
Elizabeth saw one of the men slip his hand into the top of someone's kimono,
while the girl stooped toward him. The girl smiled demurely, as the man
felt her breasts for five or ten seconds. Then she stood slowly and bowed
gracefully and he reached for her belt and put a folded piece of paper money
into it.
As Elizabeth stood there gaping, an older man came up to her and said, in
heavily accented English, "Ah, my pretty young American, would you like to
join me and my friends for tea?" He indicated a table on the side of the
room with two other men seated and smiling at her expectantly.
Elizabeth, in a trance, started to follow him as he led her by the wrist,
but Kamiko caught her by the other hand and said to the man, in Japanese,
"My friend, Elizabeth, is here for the first time today, and I would like to
show her the rest of the club, before she decides what she wants to do."
The man looked annoyed at Kamiko, but bowed stiffly and said to her in
Japanese, "So, you little cunt, you would steal the American bitch from us?"
He said it smiling, in a tone that sounded like he was saying something
nice.
Elizabeth, who had understood every word, was horrified, and nearly spat at
the man, in perfect Japanese, "Oh, you horrid little monkey turd! How dare
you speak to us in that manner?"
The man was totally taken aback and began to apologize profusely.
Elizabeth took Kamiko by the hand and stalked off.
When the two of them were back in the hallway, they burst out into a fit of
the giggles, until Kamiko finally sobered up and said, "Elizabeth, that was
the Undersecretary for Agriculture, you just called a monkey turd!" And
they both went off in fits of giggles again.
Kamiko led Elizabeth into another room. This one was decorated much like a
school gymnasium, with parallel bars, some pommel horses, some
mini-trampolines, and many tumbling mats. Around the edges, there were soft
leather easy chairs and one or two couches where a dozen spectators sat.
They were all prosperous looking middle-aged businessmen, casually sipping
sake or tea.
In the middle of the room were eight or ten girls of about Elizabeth's age
practicing gymnastics. But they were in all various stages of undress! One
was fully clothed in a leotard, but others were in just underpants, and one
or two were completely nude. They were all stretching and posing, doing
splits, and cartwheels, and generally showing off. Occasionally one of them
would go up to one of the men, have a whispered conversation, accept some
money, put it with her things, and then perform some particular acrobatic
maneuver in front of the appreciative man.
"Well," said Elizabeth. "I surely didn't know that you could make money
like this!"
Kamiko giggled and said, "Well, this is only the small stuff, Elizabeth!
Wait til we get farther into the club, and you will see that there are ways
to make lots more money than these girls are making!"
Kamiko led Elizabeth out of the gymnasium and across the hall. They entered
a small semi-darkened room, all black leather with red accents. A woman in
her twenties, in a form fitting Chinese Mandarin dress, white, with a high
collar, got up from a small desk and approached them. When she saw Kamiko
she smiled, "Ah, Kamiko. It is you. And you have brought us a friend?"
"Madam, Chandra, this is Elizabeth. She is here for the first time, and
would like to see what goes on here."
"Very good, Kamiko. Elizabeth, you are most welcome here, but has Kamiko
told you what to expect? I would not want you to leave in shock and feel
compelled to tell the whole world what goes on here."
Elizabeth wasn't quite sure what all went on there of course, but she gamely
told Madam Chandra that she was prepared to witness about anything, and that
she certainly knew how to keep her own counsel. If for no other reason, she
would not want to ruin the chances of her friend Kamiko.
Madam Chandra smiled and led them to the next room. Aside to Kamiko she
said, "Kamiko,you know, if Elizabeth is willing to participate here in the
club, you will get a `finders fee.' And since she is a Westerner, I think
that Dom Santoro will be very generous."
When they arrived in the next room, there were soft white leather chairs and
couches scattered around, some with low coffee tables in front of them, some
with side tables on which sat shaded lamps, glowing dimly. Seated on the
chairs and couches were eight or ten very prosperous looking Japanese
businessmen, in expensive Seville Row western suits.
One at a time, tender early-teenagers would emerge from behind a curtain in
one wall, and stand in the middle of the room. One of the middle aged men
would beckon, and the girl would tamely come to stand before him. He would
reach both hands up her legs to her hips and pull her panties down to her
knees. Then she would either step back and remove the panties and hand them
to him, or she would stay in front of him and allow him to explore her with
his hands up under her skirt. Eventually, he would remove her panties
completely and pocket them. If it happened the first way, the man merely
paid the girl for the panties and she went back behind the curtain. If it
happened the second way, after he had felt her up for a while, the man would
draw the girl closer and they would have a quiet conversation. After that,
either the girl would accept money and go back behind the curtain, or the
man would stand and lead the girl out another door.
Elizabeth's imagination began to run wild. "And what do they do, when they
both leave the room together," she whispered hoarsely to Kamiko.
"I don't know, Elizabeth. I have never done that."
"But you can guess, can't you, Kamiko?"
"Yes, Elizabeth, I can guess. Although I must admit that I do not know
exactly how `all that' works."
"You mean, sex?"
"Well, of course, I know the mechanics of it...what goes where and all, but I
do not know how to behave, and exactly what to do..."
"Kamiko, do you know how much money they make doing this, if they go into
the other room with the men?"
"Oh, Elizabeth, I think it varies. I think it depends on what sort of
bargain you make with the men, what you are willing to do. But I am sure
that it is hundreds of US dollars."
"KaMEEEko! Hundreds of US dollars? Really? I wonder what they would pay
for BOTH of us together? One Japanese and one American...and both virgins
too!"
Madam Chandra was still standing nearby, and she now turned to Elizabeth.
"Well, my pretty baby! So that is the way you are thinking! You know, I
think we could do something VERY special for such an event as that. If you
would like, I can speak to Dom Santoro, and we can, perhaps, arrange a
rather exclusive and VERY lucrative party in honor of such an occasion."
Both Elizabeth and Kamiko said they would think about it. And so, on that
day, Kamiko and Elizabeth merely went behind the curtain and, when it was
their turn, came out individually and sold their panties. Kamiko went first
and got the equivalent of $40 for hers. She declined to be felt up. When
Elizabeth came out, there was a stir in the room. She was the first western
lolita to make an appearance in the club.
Immediately an impromptu auction was set up, with Madam Chandra presiding.
She let it be known that Elizabeth was `undamaged goods,' so there would be
no fingering. She also hinted that, at some point in the future,
Elizabeth's virginity would go on the block...along with that of her friend,
Kamiko, together, as a package deal.
For the honor of being the first to take Elizabeth's panties off her, a slim
and exquisitely dressed man paid her $100. He caressed her hips as he
reached under her school skirt and slid her panties down level with her
pubic bone. Then he grasped the front of the panties in his fist, brushing
the backs of his fingers along Elizabeth's peach-fuzz as he pulled the
panties down to her knees. The backs of his fingers grazed her slit and his
hand sent thrills deep into her as it slid slowly down between her thighs.
Elizabeth stood, looking down at the man where he sat in front of her. She
felt the first stirrings of lust. He really was a very attractive man,
neatly groomed and smiling. Her knees buckled slightly. The man started to
reach back up under her skirt, when Madam Chandra stepped in.
"No, no, Dom Kawasaki. You must honor your commitment not to despoil the
child." Then she bent to him and whispered to him more quietly, "You may,
of course, bid for the ultimate pleasure of both of these young virgins when
the time comes."
Dom Kawasaki bowed where he sat, and Madam Chandra escorted Elizabeth back
behind the curtains. She led them down a narrow corridor that had windows
along one wall, although they turned out not to be windows but the backs of
one way mirrors. Each window looked into a small room with a chair, a bed,
and a small stand.
The first two rooms were empty, but in the third, Elizabeth and Kamiko
stared in amazement when they saw one of their friends, Marasa Lodobo, bent
over a fat and gray haired man lying nude on the bed. She calmly took his
penis in her mouth. Marasa was a plump little fourteen year old, with
sparkling eyes and slightly crooked teeth. Elizabeth had known that she did
not come from a very wealthy family, but, for the past month or so, she had
been showing up at school in very good, very expensive clothes. Now
Elizabeth knew how she afforded them.
Marasa's head moved up and down rhythmically, and her plump little hand
stroked the man's penis into her mouth. Kneeling beside the man, bent over
him, Marasa's fat little stomach was squeezed between her knees and her
small pointy breasts. As the man achieved orgasm, Marasa pulled her head
away and some of his sperm shot across her cheek. The man reached down and
drew Marasa up alongside him. She continued to stroke his cock while he
kissed her face and lips.
Elizabeth, Kamiko, and Madam Chandra moved on to the next window. There was
Mr. Taranaka! Their mathmatics teacher! And he was with Mariko Kashawa,
who always seemed to know the math answers! No wonder! Both people were
completely nude. Mariko was sitting in Mr Taranaka's lap, with a chalk board
in front of them, solving a math problem. Except that, Mariko's feet were
on the floor, as she straddled Mr. Taranaka, and she was raising and
lowering her body rhythmically.
Slowly it dawned on Elizabeth that the two were fucking while Mariko was
doing the math problem and Mr. Taranaka was leaning over her shoulder
helping. He was clasping her breasts as she sat on his lap and when she put
a finishing touch on the math problem she dropped the chalk and reached
behind her head to touch his cheek where he was kissing her neck. Her pale
underarms flashed.
Mr. Taranaka grasped Mariko around the waist and stood, with Mariko still
impaled on his cock. She started to flop forward, but then Mr. Taranaka
dropped backward onto the bed, so that Mariko was lying on top of him,
facing away from him, still impaled on his cock. They had turned so that the
view from the mirror was right up their legs, and Elizabeth, Kamiko, and
Madam Chandra watched Mr. Taranaka's big cock ride in and out of Mariko's
adolescent cunt. Mariko's pubic hair was black, but sparse. At fourteen,
she was no more developed than most eleven year olds. Her small breasts
bounced as Mr. Taranaka rammed into her again and again. Suddenly he rolled
both of them over so that Mariko's legs hung off the edge of the bed, and he
began to pump in and out of her cunt from behind with more and more vigor.
At last he fell on top of her and they lay still.
Elizabeth and Kamiko were both reeling from the new sights and the lustful
atmosphere. Neither one, of course had her panties, and they were both
rubbing themselves under their skirts. Madam Chandra looked at them with
amusement, "Perhaps, my pretties, we had better have your party SOON! I
think you do not want to wait very long to experience the full carnal
pleasures! In the meantime, take care not to `damage your assets,' or you
will not make nearly as much money as you hope."
Kamiko smiled at Madam Chandra, "Oh, Madam, I do hope we can arrange this
party VERY soon. I am ready, NOW!"
Madam Chandra gave Kamiko a sly look. "Perhaps I can show you a way to
relieve your tension that will not imperil your virginity?" she said
enigmatically.
...To be continued (with any encouragement).
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