Learning_About_Myself.04

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 04

CHAPTER IV

My First Public Performance

We began by showering together. But as Reina's soapy 
fingers slithered over my breasts and bottom and 
caressed my crotch with maddening stimulation, I knew 
there were other things I wanted to ask.

"Bob was so good to me last night," I said, 
approaching the subject obliquely.

"Yes, he does that sort of thing very nicely," she 
said. "Especially when he's whipping beginners like 
you. He's become quite an expert in training young 
girls."

I remembered that she had said something of the sort 
the previous evening.

"A lot of rising young stars in our industry were 
introduced to sophisticated sex by Bob Williams," she 
went on. "And masses of young women who didn't want to 
become professionals but somehow felt their sensuality 
needed to be properly developed by a master. I don't 
know what happens to them later, and nor does he. They 
may be married, or they may be having lovely sex with 
lots of lovers."

"How has he become so well-known? I mean, a _gaijin_ 
..."

"Yes, it is strange. But somehow he understands ... he 
knows more about Japanese girls' sexuality than most 
Japanese men. Or maybe it's that Japanese men don't 
care about the girls they use the way he does. You saw 
how much he cares. When he whipped you."

I nodded happily, remembering.

"You must whip a girl with love, he always says. She 
must feel the love coming to her along the lashes, 
along with the beautiful pain which the love gradually 
turns into ecstasy."

"Pain?" I asked, puzzled.

"Didn't you feel pain to start with? In the first few 
strokes at least?"

"Oh, no - it was lovely right from the start ... the 
most beautiful feeling I'd ever had. Like being 
stroked, so tenderly."

"Ah, you're lucky. Most girls have to pass through a 
pain threshold when they're whipped. A moment when the 
pain turns suddenly to pleasure. You feel it as 
pleasure from the very start?" I nodded eagerly. "But 
then - maybe you're missing something by not 
discovering the pleasure of pure pain. Perhaps ..."

"Perhaps?"

"I was just thinking - perhaps one day we can find 
someone to whip you so as to give you extreme pain and 
nothing else. It's a very sophisticated sensation. 
Another kind of love. It can lead to a very remarkable 
climax. One day ... Now, we must get out of here and 
dress."

After we had dried each other we went into the larger 
sleeping area - usually my mother's, now temporarily 
Reina's. She produced a carrier bag and pulled out a 
pair of fish-net stockings in a very pale brown shade.

"Put these on."

I did so. The stockings had elasticated tops and 
stayed up without difficulty.

"Now this."

She handed me a tiny triangle of cloth in a matching 
pale brown which just fitted over my hairless crotch. 
A narrow string passed between my legs, joining an 
almost invisible horizontal band which tied in a bow 
on each hip. Reina helped me tie the bows securely, 
and neatly so that the loops and strings dangled 
evenly on each side. Then she gave me a matching top: 
another two tiny triangles secured by bows behind my 
neck and round my back. I adjusted the little 
triangles and admired the effect in the mirror. The 
upper scraps of cloth just covered the aureoles of my 
breasts and the outlines of my hard, erect nipples 
were clearly visible as they pushed jauntily forward, 
as those of the girl in the photograph had done. The 
pale brown colour was only slightly darker than my 
skin tone. I almost looked as if I was wearing nothing 
at all. Almost ...

"Do I look all right?" I asked anxiously.

"You look delightful. I'm jealous already."

Reina was already dressed in a matching outfit, except 
that hers was a deep pink. I was sure no man would 
want me when he could have her! Never mind, I thought: 
there may be enough men there for us both. Enough 
_cocks_, I thought boldly.

"The same shoes as you wore last night," said Reina 
briskly. "I've brought a matching pair from the studio 
for myself."

By now we were in the entrance-hall, preparing to 
leave.

"And a coat over the top, of course - we can't really 
travel on the subway like this, can we?"

"Wouldn't it be fun if we did!" I said naughtily.

Really, I was becoming quite free and outspoken in 
talking, and thinking, about sex!

"Yes," said Reina with a giggle, "we must try it some 
time. Though I don't think we'd ever get to where we 
were going!"

Oh, I do love Reina, I thought to myself. Most of the 
time she is a polished elder sister, knowing so much 
more than I do about the most refined pleasures of sex 
and where to find them, and willing to spend time 
teaching poor little me. And I admire her so much for 
that. But then she can suddenly become a young girl 
again like me, giggling at the delights in store for 
us and bubbling over with silly schoolgirl thoughts 
just like I do. I so hope that when I grow up I shall 
be exactly like her - beautiful, sexy, sophisticated, 
but kind and helpful to younger girls.

We stepped into the street. Reina locked the door 
carefully and stowed the key in her coat pocket. We 
were neither of us carrying purses.

"Right. Ready?" she asked.

"Ready for anything!"

==

The club, or bar, Reina had chosen was in the basement 
of a tall building near Meguro Station. There were so 
many establishments with brightly lit signs displayed 
at street level that I could never have found it for 
myself. The man guarding the door recognised Reina and 
admitted her at once. He looked enquiringly at me but 
Reina soon explained that she would be responsible for 
me. We left our coats at a tiny cloakroom and walked 
into the main area, I balancing carefully on my tight 
silver shoes and tingling all over, extremely 
conscious of my near nudity. Reina, of course, looked 
supremely self-confident and wonderfully beautiful.

Loud, fast music was playing. There seemed to be a lot 
of people there but it was difficult to tell because 
the lighting consisted of a number of bright spots and 
most of them were concentrated on some girls who were 
dancing vigorously to the music. As my eyes became 
accustomed to the contrasting scene I saw that there 
were five round platforms in the centre of the room, 
raised a metre or so above the floor level and 
arranged in a pattern like the pips on a five in a 
deck of cards. Three were occupied by dancing girls, 
one in the centre and one to each side. Reina took me 
by the hand so that I should not get separated from 
her in the crowd, and guided me to the middle of the 
room.

The girl dancing on the little platform there was 
wearing a dark blue micro-bikini, silver high-heels 
and matching blue fishnet stockings. She looked very 
like the girl in the leaflet I had seen. Her slim, 
lithe body gleamed in the spotlights and she was 
running her hands lasciviously over herself. From 
where I was standing I had a clear view of her 
gyrating crotch and could see that the tiny lower 
triangle of her bikini was cut so low that her neat V 
of pubic hair was fully exposed: the cloth only just 
covered her pussy. Her eyes were half-closed and her 
expression showed a strange mixture of emotions: 
partly withdrawn into a masturbatory dream of her own, 
partly looking at her audience with a teasing 
challenge. The effect was very beautiful, and looking 
briefly at her audience - mostly men, but some girls - 
I could see that they were transfixed by her sexy 
beauty. My own hands began to stroke my stomach and 
then, through the tiny triangles of my bra, my 
breasts. It was as if my hands had a will of their own 
as they pleasured me. I couldn't help moaning 
slightly. They seemed to be everywhere; it took me a 
while before I realised that other hands were joining 
in! While I was stroking my breasts and tummy, others 
were caressing my bottom and reaching between my legs. 
I moved my feet apart to make it easier for those 
pleasuring me to stroke me where they wanted - where 
_I_ wanted. I was closely hemmed in now by the people 
around me and could not have told who in the crowd was 
doing these pretty things to me, or moved away from 
the questing hands even if I had wanted to.

"Are you going to dance for us, sweetheart?" a man's 
voice whispered in my ear.

"Of _course_!" I murmured, not taking my eyes off the 
lovely girl on the platform. "That's what I'm here 
for!"

Suddenly the girl reached out her right hand and as if 
by magic a plastic bottle was placed in it. She poured 
a dollop of thick, transparent oily liquid into the 
palm of her left hand and began to rub it over her 
body, not caring if it got onto her bikini or dripped 
onto the floor. Then she pushed her bikini top up so 
that her breasts were fully revealed, leant back and 
poured more liquid over them. Leaning forward again, 
she gathered the tiny scrap of cloth barely hiding her 
pussy in one hand, pulled it forward out of the way 
and poured the remainder of the liquid over her 
crotch. The audience applauded, and she held out the 
bottle to no one in particular: it disappeared at 
once.

She was now dancing with total abandon, rubbing the 
pools of thick oil all over her body but especially 
over her breasts - she did not bother to rearrange her 
bra and they were fully exposed in all their firm, 
erect beauty - her pussy and her naked buttocks. She 
leant back again and swung her long hair, matted with 
oil, from side to side. I wanted so much to do what 
she was doing!

After another few minutes the music came to a climax, 
stopped, and then began again at a slower pace and 
quieter volume. The girl finished her dance, bowed 
exhaustedly to her audience and stepped down at the 
back of her little platform. In the darkness outside 
the pool of light I could just see her being helped 
down and conducted away. Surely now it was my turn!

I pressed forward to the platform and prepared to step 
up before any other girl could take possession of it. 
There were cheers and scattered applause. The hands 
which had been caressing me took me by the elbows and 
the waist and helped me up. I turned to face my 
audience, smiled shyly and tried a few tentative dance 
steps. Someone passed me a bottle of oil. As I tilted 
it, the translucent contents ejaculated onto my skin 
in big dollops: it was as if giant cocks were coming 
all over me. For a tiny fraction of a second a 
favourite masturbation fantasy - of being captured by 
extraterrestrials who drenched me in delicious cum 
from their multiple penis-tentacles - flashed through 
my mind. [10] I began to smear the oil lovingly over 
my body, playing with it as I would with real cum. It 
was lightly scented and felt cool and fresh; it was 
nice stroking myself, my hands now gliding easily 
wherever I wanted them to go. The music began to play 
louder and faster.

In a way it had been nicer still when other hands had 
been able to join in stroking me, but the extra 
sensation my own hands could give me as they slithered 
over the oil soon made up for that. Remembering what 
the earlier girl had done, I stroked and squeezed my 
breasts through my bikini top, then slid my fingers 
under it so they could arouse them even more 
intimately and tease my nipples yet harder. Then I did 
the same to my crotch, pulling the little triangle 
into a narrow band of cloth and pushing it from one 
side to the other as I stroked my hairless pussy, and 
teased my clitoris into complete erection. I was 
vaguely aware of my audience cheering and clapping as 
I responded ever more vigorously to the loud rhythm of 
the music. Like the other girl, I pushed my bra 
upwards till it covered nothing and pulled the cloth 
over my pussy to one side so that my glistening cunt 
was fully exposed.

I suddenly realised that someone was holding something 
out to me. It was time to coat myself in more oil: 
obviously that was part of the standard routine. I 
accepted the bottle, poured great blobs of oil over my 
breasts, my stomach, my crotch, and - very daring - 
reached behind and emptied the bottle over my bottom 
so that the oil poured, tickling maddeningly, down the 
crack in my arse as I turned away from my audience and 
held my buttocks apart so that they could clearly see 
my anus.

I danced harder and harder, tossing my hair from side 
to side. I tried to match the other girl's challenging 
look, but it didn't work. Instead of "touch me if you 
dare!" my eyes were saying, "please touch me ... 
please stroke me ... oh, please, _please_ fuck me!" My 
hands reached my breasts again. My bra, so disarranged 
as to cover nothing, was irritating me. I quickly 
reached behind and undid the bow at my back - not 
teasingly or lasciviously, but just removing something 
which had served its purpose. Now it hung loosely from 
my neck, where it was even more in the way. I undid 
the other bow, pulled the little thing away from me 
and dropped it. My breasts were free now and I stroked 
them happily. Then my hands were lower again, stroking 
my bottom, my fingers sliding easily into my arsehole 
and out again, pushing the oil as far up as I could 
... then I was doing the same to my cunt, the oil 
diluting the love-juice which was now pouring from 
somewhere deep inside me.

As I swung my hips a memory from the night before 
overwhelmed me. How truly wonderful it would be, I 
suddenly thought, if I could dance like this while at 
the same time Bob was standing behind me whipping me, 
the slender black lashes teasing and decorating my 
bottom and thighs, driving me to ecstasy! Even the 
thought was having a profound effect on me, taking me 
close to climax. That wouldn't do! Of course I wanted 
that, but I still had a duty to my audience: they 
wanted to see me dance, not give way to my own 
orgasmic pleasure ... maybe that would come later. The 
thought prompted an even stronger memory from last 
night: the lovely girl at the bar we had visited who 
had danced and stripped till she was completely nude, 
then gone off still nude ... oh yes, _still nude_ ... 
with her lover - my ideal, the girl I could have been, 
_would_ be, was now: yes, now, why not?

My hands moved from my crotch to my hips and pulled 
the bows apart. This time I made all I could of 
removing my last scrap of clothing, waving it in the 
air before tossing it into the audience. At last I was 
fully nude for them, inspiring their admiration, their 
desire, their lust as I had always longed to do ... 
well, had longed since last night but it felt like for 
ever. And I knew too - deeply, truly knew - that their 
lust was my lust. It wasn't only that displaying 
myself nude pleased and stimulated me. The lust I was 
creating in my audience rose from them like a cloud, 
enveloping me, driving me to ecstasy like a drug. A 
drug to which I was addicted and always would be. Our 
_mutual_ lust. Shimmering like a golden haze and 
bringing us ever closer to the beauty of total sexual 
union.

I continued dancing and stroking myself till suddenly 
the music ended and my turn on the little platform was 
over. I bowed, and prepared to step down - forwards 
off the platform, not turning away to disappear 
discreetly as the other girl had done. Hands and arms 
reached out to help me, to support me, to bear me 
tenderly and lovingly I knew not where.

Of course they bore me to orgasm after orgasm - better 
than I had ever achieved by my own masturbation, 
better even than Bob had granted me with his whip and 
cock the evening before. I have no idea how long it 
lasted before I became aware of the real world again, 
and found myself lying on a black plastic sheet 
stretched over a mattress. I lightly explored my naked 
body. It was still coated with oil, though the scent 
was now blended with another stronger aroma which I 
surely recognised. I sniffed again delicately. Yes, it 
was the familiar and welcome smell of male cum. How 
much had been ejaculated over and into my body while I 
was floating in heaven? Plenty, I thought; but not 
enough. It could never be enough.

I was aware of voices. I focused my eyes and looked 
from side to side. Reina, still wearing nothing but 
her micro-bikini, was sitting in a chair, her legs 
elegantly crossed. Facing her was a man in black 
slacks and a black roll-neck pullover.

"She's very good," he was saying. "I give you that. 
I'd be delighted to have her perform here every night. 
But ..."

"But?"

"You know why not. I can have strippers here. Full 
nudity, that's no problem. Discreet meetings in 
private, okay. But unlimited public sex with customers 
like she does ... I could get away with it a few 
nights. The customers would love it, of course."

"And so would she," said Reina.

"And so would she. So would any girl worth employing. 
But word would soon get around, and then the police 
would take an interest in what I was doing to attract 
all the extra custom. Or if they didn't my competitors 
would tell them. And then ..."

"H'm. Pity," said Reina. "What a waste of talent!"

"Yes. But I didn't say she couldn't perform anywhere. 
In fact, I already have ideas to put to you if you 
want them ... private contacts ..."

"I think I can guess the kind of thing."

"Well, thank you for bringing her here. Keep in 
touch."

"I will."

I heard the man go, and then Reina was looking down at 
me.

"How are you feeling, Saa-chan?"

"Wonderful. More wonderful than I've ever felt 
before."

"I thought so. I was watching you. I was getting quite 
jealous! But now it's time to go home. Here." She 
helped me to my feet. "There's a shower in there. Go 
and clean up, then we'll be off."

"Oh ..." I said, suddenly conscience-stricken. "But 
I've lost the bikini you lent me ... I'm so sorry."

"Don't be silly! It doesn't matter. Studios buy things 
like that in bulk. Of course they're constantly being 
lost, or taken as souvenirs."

Twenty minutes later, wearing nothing but my fishnet 
stockings under my school overcoat, I was on my way 
home with Reina on the subway.

"Did you have fun too, Reina?" I asked shyly.

"Not as much as you did! You were the centre of 
attention."

"I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry. You can make it up to me in bed. Again."

"Of course I will!" I giggled as a naughty thought 
struck me. "It feels so nice wearing nothing under my 
coat. Can I always go out like this?"

"I don't see why not!" she said, catching my 
little-girl mood again.

"There aren't many people in this carriage. May I, you 
know, open my coat - take it off?"

"Not tonight. I'll arrange for you to do some public 
nudity one day soon."

"Ooh!"

"Well, I can see you want to do it, and it's part of 
your training anyway."

"Is it? Training for what?" I asked coquettishly.

"Training as a sex-star, of course! What else do you 
think we're doing?"


FOOTNOTE

[10] This is the commonest of masturbation fantasies 
among Japanese girls. The girl dreams that she is 
kidnapped from her bed by extraterrestrial monsters 
who take her, a willing victim, to their spacecraft 
and subject her to endless sexual experimentation. The 
monsters all have multiple tentacles which both 
stimulate her and cover her in slimy alien cum. 
Numerous _manga_ stories and _hentai_ videos are 
produced to feed and encourage this fantasy. Did this 
material invent the fantasy, or is it merely 
responding to Japanese girls' collective sexual 
imagination? A fascinating question! - B W


[Next in Part 05: Chapter V: Sunday in the Park with 
Reina] 

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