The following afternoon, Felicia Fatale was in bed, enjoying her devotee’s enthralled attentions. Without request, the superspy had made Charlotte into the assassin’s slave, giving Felicia her own chance at sexual relief. “Ahhhn!” she moaned when Charlotte’s tongue found a particularly sensitive spot, making her back arch off the bed. Her slave wasn’t doing too badly at all, especially when you considered that Charlotte had never been in a lesbian tryst before.
All good things must end, however, and it was time to get back to work. “Sylvie,” she called, “come get beautiful. She needs her lessons so we can get on with this. We can’t keep her forever.” Maybe after we’re done though, I can… convince her that she wants to be mine. The hit woman pushed the nurse from between her legs, but not without second thoughts.
Charlotte looked around to see who her mistress had called, but no one came. Then Mistress put a black cigarette into a short black holder, looking very sexy. Charlotte was wet again. She lit Mistress’ smoke, disappointed when the exhale was sent into the air, and not into her face. “Charlotte, cherie, I will need you to do somezing for me,” said Sylvie. “You steel wish to do everyzing I want you to, n’est-ce pas?”
Oh, goody! It was Mistress’ French-accented voice, and the super-sexy persona that Charlotte longed to emulate. “Yes, Mistress,” she happily answered. “Of course I’ll do whatever you want!”
Lady Mes-Méram smiled, dragging on her cigarette holder. “I would like you to learn ’ow to smoke. Propairly.”
Charlotte immediately asked, “Will I look as sexy as you, Mistress? Can you teach me to do it like that?” When she received a long wet kiss in return, she eagerly agreed, instantaneously forgetting her years of medical training.
Charlotte Green stood in front of a mirror, posing with her arm extended and one of her newest purchases, a black, eight-inch-long cigarette holder, effeminately held from beneath. It had been four weeks since she had been kidnapped from the parking lot at her job. However, her involuntary captivity had lasted less than forty-eight hours. Since then, Charlotte had been visiting the warehouse regularly of her own volition. That was where the woman she fondly called “Mistress” lived, often spending the night, because all she wanted was to serve her in any way requested. And the sex was spectacular.
She looked to Mistress for approval, and gained a smile and nod, making her feel a little swell of pride. “So are you ready for your trip?” Felicia asked. “By the way, thank you for the cigars.”
“Yes, I am, and you’re welcome,” replied Charlotte, casually French-inhaling, adding, “And thank you for last night, Mistress,” with a wicked grin.
“Any time, Cutie,” Felicia lewdly shot back, and felt her pussy flutter. Oh, shut up down there! We’re at work now. “You understand how this should work, right?”
“Danny-boy is all heated up and ready to go. I figure that he’ll want to fuck within a half-hour of checking in,” said the brainwashed nurse. “I haven’t let him have anything more than a tease in almost a month. I sent the special cigarettes to myself at the hotel via FedEx, as you wished. Won’t he be surprised when I have his favorite expensive cigar ready for him on the patio of my suite in Hawaii? Thank you for teaching me about cigars, too. That will make it easy to fool him about the smoking room.”
“You are ready,” Felicia smiled. “Come give me a smooch on the cheek so I don’t make you miss your flight.”
Charlotte took a final drag, and silently exhaled skyward, causing Sylvie to remark, “Cherie, zat was perfect. ’Eee will not be able to resist you.” Charlotte beamed at Mistress’ praise, and left for her Hawaiian rendezvous.
“The doctor and his clinic will be ours very soon,” Felicia smiled evilly. “And then,” she smirked, “we will take care of you.”
Ellen shrank, frightened. “W-w-w-what are you g-g-going to do to me?”
The assassin lit a cigar. “Let’s just say we’re going fix all of your problems—permanently.” She blew a cloud into the air, and with a sinister chuckle, finished, “At least you won’t have to worry about that face any more where you’re going.”
Dr. Dan Mayer hurriedly unpacked his suitcase. Charlotte had invited him to her room for drinks; he knew what that meant. It had seemed that this conference would never get here. Three days of boring meetings, sales pitches and presentations, but the four days and seven nights with his hot nurse, all away from his wife’s sight, made it worthwhile. Maybe this would even be the trip where Charlotte would finally agree to get her tits enhanced. Not that her natural 36C was chopped liver. Lately, he’d noticed that his head nurse had been acting—sexier—around him when they were alone. And now, they had the better part of a week to be alone. He could hardly wait.
Charlotte stepped into the general manager’s private office. Mistress had told her that she would need better accommodations for the week, and had figured out how Charlotte could get them. “Hello, are you the general manager?”
“Yes, Ms. Green, how may I help you?” said the light brown-skinned woman who stepped forward.
“This regards next year’s conference,” Charlotte said, “and Dr. Mayer is in charge of the Futures Committee. He’s interested in the possibility of adding a second meeting next year.” She paused, noting the ashtray on the desk. It shouldn’t surprise me that Mistress knew, but still… she said she’s never been here. “Would you mind if I smoke, Sara? It was a long, bumpy flight, and I’m still a little rattled.”
“No, no, go right ahead,” was the polite reply. “I understand. Drives me nuts when I go to the mainland, too,” confided Sara.
Charlotte removed a Capri 120 and lit it, trying to avoid making it obvious that she was trying to surround the hotel GM with smoke, while being properly sexy about it. “Thank you,” she smiled. “Anyway, Dr. Mayer would like to know some of the information you have on the conference’s hotel usage and things like that…” She prattled on for the duration of the Capri, and when she had finished smoking, cautiously asked the GM, “Sara, can you hear me?”
“Yes…” was the response, sounding faraway, and only then did Charlotte notice the woman’s half-lidded eyes and dilated pupils.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Sara, just listen and you will be happy to do what I say, all right?”
“Y-y-yes,” was the halting reply. Sara shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“Yes, Sara, I know what you’re feeling. Be a dear and pull down that skirt and hose, so I can make it better for you,” Charlotte purred, lighting another special Capri 120.
“N-n-no,” gasped the half-spellbound woman, “Sssstop…” Charlotte exhaled forcefully into Sara’s face, and the woman sighed with an expression of bliss on her face. Her hips began to move and she pressed her butt into the chair. More scented smoke swirled around her and Sara avidly sniffed at it.
The GM’s mouth was hanging open, so Charlotte took another drag, leaned over her soon-to-be victim, and exhaled again, this time only inches away from her face. As she finished, she gave Sara a brief, wet kiss, just as Mistress had with Charlotte that first time. The woman’s back arched and she moaned urgently into Charlotte’s mouth. “Now, can I get a smoking room? Where we can smoke—and play—together? One of your nicer, more—private—rooms.”
“We-we have—a honeymoon cabana suite available on the private beach,” Sara panted as Charlotte teased her burning pussy. “I can-I can-upgrade you! Give you free room service!”
Charlotte exhaled more smoke into Sara’s face, eliciting a groan of passion. “That will do nicely, Sara.” She stopped playing with the GM’s bush and put out her cigarette. “I’d like to see you there, in my new room tonight, say, around midnight? Then we can finish what we started, hmmm? Bring some champagne. French, of course.”
“Ohhhh…” moaned Sara, “p-p-p-please…”
“Not ‘til later tonight,” Charlotte brightly smiled, taking her hand away. “You’d better make yourself presentable so you can come out front to give me my free upgrade, dear.”
“Yes, yes, of course. You’re right,” Sara replied with a voice full of disappointment.
Just before the two women left the office, Charlotte roughly pulled Sara to her and kissed her, hot and wet. “I do keep my promises. See you tonight.”
Dan Mayer was getting frustrated. There had been no word from Charlotte, and his flaring hormones had cooled. What the hell could be taking her so long? Did she really bring that much luggage? The phone finally rang, some two hours after they’d arrived at the hotel.
“Hey there, Danny,” said a husky, feminine voice full of unspoken, yet lewd, invitation, making him forget his irritation. “I’m finally all unpacked for our week in paradise. Wanna join me on my patio for drinks?” Dan was drooling; Charlotte sounded like she was ready to deliver on the promises of her flirtations back in the office. “There was a big mix-up with my reservation, so I’m in room 12 on the beach in a cabana suite. I can’t wait to see you.” He barely spent enough time to hang up before leaving the room. The hell with the Futures Committee dinner tonight. They can get along without my input.
He knocked on the door of room 12 in the hotel’s exclusive cabana wing a few minutes later. This is one hell of an apology for a screwed-up reservation, he thought as he rang her doorbell. The door opened, and Dr. Mayer stepped in. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he saw Charlotte walking away from the door, her ass and legs swaying, barely hidden by the sheer black—thing—she was wearing.
Charlotte could feel her boss’ eyes on her as she headed for the patio. This would afford her the maximum privacy for what Mistress had told her to do. However, the exact way in which she was to do it was up to her. She knew Danny’s likes and dislikes, both in and out of bed, and that gave her a lot of possibilities for his seduction. “Would you like a cigar with the champagne they gave me? This is a smoking room.”
Wow, pinch me. I gotta be dreaming. Charlotte’s way hotter than I’ve ever seen her, and she’s got champagne and cigars! Can this get any better? He joined her on the spacious patio situated on a stretch of private beach, accepting the hand-rolled cigar with a grin he hoped wasn’t too lecherous. His nurse leaned over him with the clipper, a light, and a great view of her tits. “Be right back!” she smiled, leaving him with a lust-inducing wiggle in her walk.
She returned to him a few moments later carrying a long black cigarette holder with an unlit pink cigarette in it. Charlotte posed sexily in the patio doorway, and husked, “You know how to whistle, Dan—”
“—just pucker your lips…” Dan began to finish the line, but his voice died as she approached, oozing sensuality.
“Got a light for me?” Charlotte whispered. He dumbly extended the lighter as she leaned forward a little more, so that they were face-to-face, close enough to see that he was watching her first powerful draw from the holder. She inhaled deeply, and then deliberately puckered her lips, mere inches away from his face, and blew thick, floral-scented smoke into his face. “And blow,” she throatily said, finishing the line from the movie.
Dan’s dick began to grow. He didn’t stop to think about the fact that his head nurse was smoking and inhaling. Or that she was blowing smoke in his face from a few inches away. None of that mattered now. He had wanted to fuck her before, but now it was much worse. His voice seemed trapped by the aura of pure sex emanating from her. She exhaled more smoke into his face, and suddenly Dr. Mayer’s cock was hard. “Wanna go inside and play doctor, doctor?” His forgotten cigar hit the deck of the patio and he quickly followed. He had worked very closely with Charlotte for almost four years, the last three of which were enhanced by a lively, ongoing, three-year affair. After all that time, it was apparent that he had not really gotten to know her at all.
Dan energetically thrust at Charlotte, who enthusiastically fucked back at him from below. He’d never felt so hard, so virile, so sensitive in his life! And Charlotte was velvet, warm, wet, and alive around his manhood, moving in ways he hadn’t ever seen or felt before. Her shining eyes silently urged him on, and they kissed almost constantly, crazed, passionate, and wanton. Dan had no idea what had transformed his pretty head nurse into a white-hot sexpot, but he liked it. Time had no meaning for him; there was only an overwhelming compulsion to drive more sensation through his body via his dick. Little involuntary noises began to escape from his mouth, and his breathing became louder. He could feel his orgasm approach, almost in slow-motion, with an incredibly heightened perception of all of the different sexually-based sensations in his body. This slow-motion wave broke over him, and he howled in his release, one so overwhelming that each of his orgasmic contractions hurt, the pain immediately washed away by the searing pleasure of his cum being propelled into Charlotte.
He lay panting and gasping for breath for several minutes afterwards. This had been the most incredible sex of his life, and he had even forgotten to take his Viagra beforehand!
He heard the click of a lighter, and it was only then that he realized he was alone in the bed. Dan sat up to see Charlotte lighting another pink cigarette in the holder, looking incredibly sexy. Before he could make a move for his pants and his Viagra, she came over to the bed, dripping sensuality, and reclined, displaying her body to arouse. Dan wanted her again, but he was going to need a little pharmaceutical help after the last one. “Umm… Charlotte? I hate to admit this—” She exhaled some of the floral smoke into his face. “—but can you hand me my pants, so I can—umm—take a pill?”
Charlotte exhaled again, and Dan took a long whiff. She smiled, and purred, “Why? Wouldn’t you prefer to have it all—” she took a long, long drag this time, and held the smoke, only to lean over, engulf his cock, and bob her head a couple of times, finally letting the smoke go through her nostrils, finishing, “—natural?” Charlotte shifted position and drew on the holder again, gently wrapping her soft hand around his cock and exhaled, silently, directly into Dan’s face. He said nothing, but his eyes bulged as his flaccid penis twitched strongly in her palm. “I’m gonna be your Viagra tonight, baby.” She surrounded him with smoky sensuality, his head in a constant haze of floral-scented smoke, while she would occasionally stop her hand job to take him into a smoke-filled mouth.
Dan could only watch, speechless, when she paused her attentions to put out the cigarette as his now-erect cock twitched impatiently. He held his breath, hoping against hope, and gasped loudly when she leisurely put another gold-tipped pink cigarette into the holder, much to his desire and amazement. His cock stiffened even more as she lit it. His mouth unconsciously parted when she leaned to his face and delivered more of the sweet smoke. His dick felt like it was going to split from the blood rushing in.
Charlotte gently recaptured her boss’ cock with her hand and began stroking in earnest. Holder clenched between her teeth, she continued smoking, exhaling each deeply inhaled puff until his face was completely obscured by smoke. Judging by the noises he was making and the way he was thrusting at her hand, he was oblivious, lost in the nefarious effects of the doped cigarette. He growled, primal and low, and then thrust mightily upwards as cum arced into the air before spilling onto her hand. Again and again, he would growl, each noise a precursor to another pulse of his cock and more cum flowing from its opening. Dan Mayer collapsed onto the bed, finally drained, adrift in post-orgasmic bliss.
“Isn’t all-natural better, Danny?” she lewdly smiled down at him. He weakly agreed, his eyes still unfocused. “Wasn’t this fun?” she semi-rhetorically asked. “And you’re going want to do it again and again with me, and I’m going to show you better and better things and you’ll be happy to do what I say, because I can make it so much better, even better than this,” whispered the enchantress. He nodded weakly, still trying to focus, but she cut off his return to cognizance by lightly brushing the rim and corona of his cock, which was enough to elicit a loud moan and weak attempt to thrust at something. “Now you just close your eyes and take a little-bitty nap for me, OK? Just think, we have six more days of fun.”
Dan’s eyes fluttered shut, and he could barely hear Charlotte whisper some more things to him… please her… Wonderful sex… Reward… Smoke… Sexy… Reward… Smoke… Sexy… Charlotte…
And then he was unconscious.
Shortly after eleven, Charlotte roused him enough to send him on his way, telling him that they had to keep some semblance of appearances. Dan groggily agreed, dressed haphazardly, and staggered out of her cabana suite, headed for his own room to spend the rest of the night accompanied only by intense, erotic dreams of his smoky seductress.
Charlotte watched him leave the cabana wing from the hall before closing her door. She carefully freshened her makeup and put her sheer robe back on before placing a Capri 120 into a five-inch long, fourteen-karat gold cigarette holder that she had bought on eBay for the occasion.
Shortly after midnight, there was a timid knock on the door. Charlotte lit her cigarette and softly called, “Come in, Sara. Use your master key.”
The hotel general manager stepped into the suite and froze, mouth agape at the sight of Charlotte posed on the side of the bed, legs crossed and cigarette holder held demurely at the end of an outstretched arm as a line of smoke trailed slowly from her lips. She was wearing a black kimono-like robe that covered everything sexual, but left almost everything else uncovered. “Close the door and come here,” said Charlotte pleasantly.
Seemingly spellbound, the Polynesian woman approached the bed slowly, her nostrils flaring as she breathed shallowly.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Charlotte smiled with a slightly husky voice. She placed her free hand on one of Sara’s shoulders and applied a very light pressure, while simultaneously using the holdered cigarette to indicate the target. “Now, it’s time to show me your customer service skills.”
Gazing upwards with fascination into Charlotte’s face as she sank to her knees, Sara gently separated Charlotte’s legs, and softly, submissively replied, “Yes, Ms. Green.”
“So how is the mission going?”
“Almost perfectly, Mistress,” Charlotte happily responded over the phone. “The cigarettes aren’t working as fast on Danny as they did on Sara—”
Damn! That could be an enormous problem, the assassin thought, losing track of Charlotte’s voice.
Before she could say anything, her lover’s voice came back into focus. “—There’s also something going on in Danny’s committee, so I’ve lost one night because he had to attend a dinner meeting, and you told me not to do anything to arouse suspicion. In fact, I’ve had to make him keep his obligations. Danny’s in another emergency committee meeting right now.”
“Will you be able to achieve the objective before you get back?” Felicia worriedly asked. Substrate said that she wasn’t sure if she had the concentrations right. I hope Cutie can improvise and make it work.
“I’m sure that he’ll be ready to do whatever I tell him before we get back,” Charlotte confidently replied, “because I’m gonna have him all to myself for almost three full days after the conference ends, as originally planned, but we won’t be doing exactly what he thought we would when he made those plans.” She smiled, “I can tell it’s working, because he’s in that meeting only because I told him he had to go. I could tell he really wanted to stay here with me.” Sounding relieved, Mistress asked where “here” was. “On the patio of my cabana suite, wearing a bikini and enjoying one of Danny’s favorite cigars.” The brainwashed nurse paused. “And wishing you were here with me, Mistress.”
The sentiment resonated through the assassin. “Maybe when all of this is over, we can spend a week of our own in Hawaii,” she wistfully said. “I’d like to meet your Sara.”
“You’re not jealous that I’m—still playing with her even though I’ve got what I need, are you, Mistress?” Charlotte hurriedly, apprehensively, asked.
Felicia couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle, “No, my sweet, not at all.” After all, I’m still playing with you after I’ve gotten what I needed. “Play toys can be a lot of fun. Just don’t wear yourself out in paradise,” Felicia playfully cautioned. Her voice turned tender, and the hit woman admitted, “I’m missing you terribly, and can’t wait for you to get back.”
Charlotte’s heart and pussy fluttered. “I’ll be happy to see you again, too, Mistress. Will you share a cigar with me? I kinda like these.”
“Definitely, Cutie. Now scoot and finish the one you have going, and work on getting a sexy tan for me, OK?”
“Yes, Mistress. Bye-bye.” Charlotte disconnected the call and raised the patio shade to get more sun. Mistress wanted her tanned when she got back, and Charlotte loved to please her.
Dr. Dan Mayer lay on his back, naked, in his head nurse’s bed. Tomorrow the damn conference would be over, and he would be free to spend the rest of the trip having sex with Charlotte. He didn’t know what had happened to transform her into this amazingly hot sex goddess, nor did he care. The Viagra had gone unused because he’d had no problems getting it up for her, no matter how much they’d fucked. Part of it was the whole slinky cigarette-holder femme fatale thing, he admitted to himself. Dan had also come to enjoy the floral scent of her pink cigarettes, and there was something—excitingly bad—about her blowing it in his face. Just the thought caused his cock to twitch, albeit weakly. The bathroom door opened. Speak of the sexy little devil herself, he thought, and sat up at the click of her lighter.
Oh, so he’s watching for it now, thought Charlotte with an evil little smile. Time for the opening gambit. “Dan, I have a big, big favor to ask you.” He sat up, ostensibly to hear her out, but the quick glance at her cigarette gave him away. She exhaled into his face, and his dick grew a little. “I have a friend who needs some plastic surgery, and you’re the best.
“Uh-huh,” he distractedly rejoined, his eyes on the smoldering cigarette and holder.
Charlotte obliged his silent wish, taking two more drags and exhaling more of the doctored smoke at him, causing his cock to fill rapidly. “But she can’t afford you. I was hoping that—” She sat on the bed and took him into her mouth after a long, steady draw on the holder. He crossed his eyes trying to watch as she let the smoke spill over his groin, before giving himself over to the sensation of her warm mouth on his now-almost-ready cock. Charlotte came up for air at Dan’s rapturous moan, and dragged on the holder once more. “—maybe work something out.” she sent more smoke into his face, and he sighed happily. She swung a leg across his body and mounted him, taking another draw from the holder and exhaling forcefully downward into his face.
“We can—work—something—out!” Dan grunted.
“She needs a lot of work,” purred Charlotte, her hips gliding smoothly, so intent on her task that she barely felt him. “And she can’t pay.”
Dan’s eyes were rolling around in his head, and his dick was again feeling like it was ready to split open. She stopped moving her hips and put out the cigarette. He groaned, and his cock immediately began to soften inside her. His brain started working again. “Char—you—you know I can’t! We have people to pay!” Try as he might, Dan was unable to regain his sexual momentum, and his cock was going soft. “Maybe a nose job on the house—but not—not…”
His voice died as Charlotte reached for the Capri 120s, and the gold holder. “Her nose is OK. It’s the rest of her that needs work,” his nurse calmly replied. “I’ll work for free.”
“But-but-the aftercare—”
“I can take care of most of that,” Charlotte interrupted. “Remember, I know how—profitable—your business is. One charity case, that’s all I want. For meeee?” she sweetly crooned. Dan was soft now, so she lit the Capri, and exhaled at him. His smile faded and he coughed. “What’s the matter, dear? Something wrong?”
“No,” he managed to gasp, pointing feebly at her cigarette. “The other ones. A free facial job if you’ll just-just—”
“Oh, you want me to smoke the other ones for you? The ones that make your dick all nice and hard?” He nodded, eyes pleading. Charlotte took a luxuriant drag from her très chic and stylishly expensive holder. “No. Not until I’m sure that your promise is for real.”
Dan coughed as she exhaled smoke into his face again. “I promise,” he pleaded, just so she’d do the sexy thing again.
“Doctor, for some reason, I don’t think you’re telling me the truth,” she snipped. Charlotte slid off of him and brushed his cheek lightly. “We’ll try again after the conference is over. We have to attend tomorrow’s eight o’clock session, remember, and I think I’d like to relax for the rest of the night—so I can have a fresh mind for tomorrow. You understand.” There was a soft knock at the door. She’s right on time. So wonderfully disciplined. I can see how she managed to make GM at such a young age. “Come in, Sara.”
The door opened, and Sara entered. “Ms. Green—oh! You have company.” She blushed at the sight of the naked couple on the bed.
“That’s all right, Sara dear. My—guest—was just leaving. Isn’t that right, Dan?” He sputtered pathetically, looking from Charlotte to the Polynesian woman. He turned to his head nurse, who just smiled back with a knowing twinkle in her eye. Dan opened his mouth to say something, but Charlotte lightly said, “See you tomorrow morning at the conference, boss?” before standing up and walking over to Sara to give her a wet kiss. Dan gaped at the two women. “Is there anything else you need, Dr. Mayer?”
He stood there in a room with all the necessary ingredients for a wonderful fantasy experience in the flesh, and he was explicitly left out. Worse, his cock wasn’t responding at all, even as the two beautiful women started to make out. Horny, flaccid, and extremely frustrated, he dressed quietly, and left.
Once in his room, Dr. Mayer tried to masturbate, envisioning his nurse and the Polynesian woman in heated lesbian passion with him in the middle, but his dick just would not respond. Desperate for relief, he reached for the bottle of blue pills. And I thought I wasn’t going to need these, he ruefully thought.
Two pills and an hour later, he hadn’t felt even the slightest tingle, let alone any sign of blood movement, remaining completely flaccid. Dr. Dan Mayer lay awake in his bed, hornier than he could ever remember being in his life, and extremely worried about his sudden-onset erectile dysfunction.
“Dr. Mayer, please!” Charlotte Green urgently whispered. “Not here, there are appearances to consider!” she did her best to hide a pleased smile. Her boss had been pursuing her throughout the conference’s last day, pleadingly asking her for another chance at a liaison, complete with puppy dog eyes. Mistress had said that Charlotte would know when he was ready, and this looked like it.
Dr. Mayer pursued his head nurse as she stepped outside, settling away from everybody else. He watched her remove a cigarette case with rising hopes, but the cigarette she removed was one of the long, skinny ones that smelled like a normal cigarette. He still leaned to catch a whiff as it was dispelled by the breeze, just to make sure. “What did you want?” Her businesslike tone broke his reverie.
“I-I-I was wondering if you’d like-lunch—in your suite,” he stammered, feeling like a high school geek asking the captain of the cheerleading squad for a date.
“Oh, Danny, that’s so nice of you!” his heart leapt with happiness—
“—But Sara’s taking me around to see more of the island today right after closing session, and then we were going to have a private dinner at one of the hotels where she used to work,” his head nurse apologetically replied. “It’s her day off.”
Dan’s face fell, and he was on the verge of crying. He hadn’t been able to feel his cock since early last night, and the woman who always seemed to be able to make him respond had evidently gone lesbian.
“I’m sorry,” Charlotte consoled. Her boss looked crushed. “Tell you what, though,” she merrily resumed, “we should be back by ten or so. Why don’t you give me a call in my room tonight?” she grinned, and whispered into his ear, “Maybe we’ll have something left for you. You know, this paradise thing and all is for lovers.”
His face instantly brightened so much that you would have thought he’d won the lottery. “Appearances, Dr. Mayer,” Charlotte softly, but sharply, warned, and he calmed down. “Now go on inside and hit that ten o’clock paper you wanted to see. Please don’t stay out here just to watch me smoke. Otherwise, I might just—stay out—with Sara.”
Dan nodded excitedly, turned, and went back into the conference without as much as a backwards glance, leaving Charlotte to enjoy the rest of her smoke break. Oh, yeah, he’s definitely ready.
Dan nervously stood outside of room 12. Both Charlotte and Sara were inside, but the prospect of not being able to perform had frozen him at the door. The decision was taken out of his hands when the door opened. “See, Sara,” Charlotte’s voice said, “I told you he was here.” Dan walked in, feeling strangely trapped.
Charlotte appeared from the patio, looking awesome in a formal, classy, black dress, smiling, “Hi Dan.” His fear turned into shock when his head nurse calmly ordered Sara to disrobe—and she did!
“Charlotte?” he meekly queried. This woman was nothing like his head nurse! So sexy, clearly bisexual, and so… commanding… who was this woman? His puzzlement and fear began to grow, but he nearly fainted when Charlotte gave Sara her next command. The Polynesian woman knelt, unzipped his shorts, and yanked them to his ankles before starting to blow him.
“What would you like tonight, Dan?” cooed Charlotte. “Something simple to start with? A double blowjob, perhaps?” She looked at him, flaccid and unresponsive, despite Sara’s efforts. “Of course, that would imply that you can get it up. Which seems to be a problem at the moment.”
Dan felt ashamed. Not even Viagra was working; he’d taken two more before coming over. “I can make it work again, Dan,” said Charlotte. She approached him with sensuous grace, and showed him what he longed to see: a long black cigarette holder, and a box of gold-tipped pink cigarettes. She took her time in preparing her smoke as he watched, completely captivated, and feeling excited, but his body still failed to react.
“Now, I have a problem that you can help me with,” she turned away, noting his disappointment with satisfaction. “So if you want me to help you—you have to help me.” He nodded eagerly.
She lit the extra-long assembly, and blew doctored smoke into his face. He swayed drunkenly with a peaceful, goofy look on his face. Suddenly, the fact that he was getting hard again registered. Dan moaned as Sara’s attentions began to register. “Feel that?” Charlotte smiled. He nodded eagerly, and she drew on the holder, french-inhaled quickly, and dosed him with the magic smoke once more. Dan moaned loudly as his dick surged to half-hardness. “Like that? Want some more?” she purred.
“Yes, Charlotte, please!” he begged.
“Then you have to do something for me. Or I can throw these away—” She walked sensuously towards the bathroom. “—And your dick will never get hard again.”
“Charlotte, please—don’t do that! I’ll do anything!” he cried.
“Does that mean you’ll take the best possible care of my friend? For free?” Dan hesitated; in response, Charlotte walked outside onto her patio to finish her cigarette, and the drug’s effect began to fade, along with his erection. “Yes!” he shouted.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’ll do the surgery! For free!” he called. She walked back into the room, hips swaying. Horny beyond belief, and seemingly unable to do anything about it, Dan had finally reached his breaking point. “Anything you want, Charlotte. Anything at all,” he babbled.
His head nurse smiled at him, and proceeded to light another of the pink cigarettes. He eagerly took a big whiff of the floral scented smoke, and smiled as his previously dead penis responded.
“Sara, darling, thank you for everything,” Charlotte smiled as the hotel GM watched one of her employees bundle Charlotte’s luggage onto a cart. “I’ll be back—with a very special friend.” The bellman left, and she pushed the door shut behind him. Charlotte kissed Sara hungrily, possessively. “And we’ll play all kinds of games, she, you, and I.”
“I look forward to serving you again, Ms. Green,” replied Sara throatily. “It’s been my pleasure.”
Sara escorted Charlotte to the front desk, where Dr. Mayer awaited. The two of them climbed into the hotel limo for the ride to the airport, and as soon as they pulled out, he asked, “Charlotte?”
“Mmm?”
“You know I’ll take care of your friend, right?” he fawned. She returned a regal nod. “So, ummm… ummmm… would you—do it again, please? Just one last time before we have to go back to normal? Please?”
She’d anticipated this. Removing her long black holder, she placed her last doctored pink cigarette into it, and silently waited for him to light her. Taking a long, deep draw, she exhaled forcefully into his face. “Take your pants off,” Charlotte husked, and when he complied, she wrapped her free hand around his rising cock. “This is what good boys get,” she purred seductively, and gave him more of the smoke he craved before starting to masturbate him. Mistress will be so pleased.