Colin Turner looked around the noisy, crowded bar. The blues band on the stage was sounding pretty much as they always did, and the bartender had mixed his favorite drink pretty stiffly as he always did. It was a Friday night ritual for Colin, and everybody working there knew him well. The pressures of his job were five hours in the past and getting further away with every sip he took. It wasn’t easy being the manager of technical systems at Altus Technology, but they had rewarded him very well last year when it had looked like he might bolt for their biggest rival, because the company’s Chief Technical Officer knew little about technology. Unfortunately, he was generally too busy to spend it.
Except for Friday nights. Every Friday night at about nine, Colin would go to the biggest, most smoky bar near his home, just to look at pretty women smoke. He always went to the smaller music room, because that’s where he could watch without really being noticed. Not that any of the women smokers would want to talk to him, anyway. He’d never been good at talking to women, so he always went home by himself. If he was lucky, he’d see someone to fantasize about early Saturday morning, but most of the time he went home to watch one of his videos, or he’d go on-line and find a streaming video.
This Friday night, it was business as usual. A whole bunch of Camel and Marlboro Ultra Light smokers. He didn’t care much for short or cork-tipped cigarettes. Nobody near his age seemed to smoke the elegant, distinctive cigarettes he fantasized his ideal woman smoking. Still, they were smoking, and it was live. He was standing by himself near the side bar when he saw a girl walk into the room. She was about his height, with black hair cut sharply above the shoulders, and she was wearing the black plastic-rimmed glasses that seemed to be in vogue these days. A little chubby, she looked like one of those goths he saw, but she didn’t have any obvious body decoration. “If she’s a goth, then she probably smokes,” he thought to himself, and resolved to watch her.
The girl stood at the back by herself, just looking around the nightclub. After a while, she went to the back bar and got a beer. She put the beer down on the bar, and reached into her handbag. Having already paid for the beer, Colin figured that she probably wasn’t looking for money, and waited in anticipation. He watched as she pulled out a cigarette case! His heart beat faster. Maybe she was one of those goth girls he’d seen pictures of and heard stories on the net, the ones who used cigarette holders and stuff like that. Maybe he’d get lucky and see something like that. Then he could talk about it to his fetish friends around the net.
The girl looked around briefly, and then opened the case. Colin almost forgot to breathe. The world started to spin as she removed a long, brown cigarette from the case. It was a More! He was about to see a young, reasonably attractive girl smoking a More in real life! Her first full draw seemed to take forever, and she held the smoke, waiting… waiting… waiting… and then she looked up at the ceiling and exhaled. This was so much better than any video! “Just wait until the guys on the More board hear about this!” he thought. He watched, spellbound, as she took another drag, unaware that he’d started to move closer, quite unconsciously so, to get a better view. Her third drag was a slow, deep pull, ending in an equally slow, deliberate french-inhale.
Colin couldn’t believe his luck! A girl who smoked Mores and knew how to do it very sexily… more sexily than the girls on the net, even! And he was watching her, in real life, not more than six feet away! Suddenly, his thrill turned into panic. She was looking at him. Smiling mischievously. He’d been staring and been caught at it! She took another long drag, looking directly at him, and opened her mouth to let him see the thick, creamy smoke swirling inside, before snapping it into her lungs with a quick roll of the tongue. She lifted her chin, and waited, before blowing a long silky stream of smoke, head tilted, into the air. Her eyes sparkled at him. Colin’s blood turned to ice. She knew . Before he could turn away, she waved at him. Just a simple wave, her cigarette in the other hand, still smiling at him.
Out of reflex, he looked around to see what other guy she was waving at, but there wasn’t anybody nearby. She pointed the More at him, turned her palm upwards, and curled her fingers rapidly towards herself. It was an unmistakable gesture. She was summoning him. He felt flushed, and cautiously walked to her. She smiled as he approached. “Hi! My name's Marie! What’s yours?”
“Uhhh… uhhh… Colin.” He was horrified—he’d never been caught before, especially not by somebody who knew about the fetish like this girl did. She finished her cigarette with another snap-inhale and turned away from him for the slow exhale. He hoped she wouldn’t look down at his pants.
“I just moved here this week,” she said, “And I don’t know anybody.” She smiled again. “I hope I didn’t scare you, but you looked like a nice enough guy without any obvious girlfriends. I’m trying to meet people away from my new job.” It was hard to hear her over the music and the noise from the bar. “Do you come here a lot, Colin?”
“Ummm… Friday nights.” Maybe she didn’t know. She was new in town, and he definitely looked unattached. His panic began to subside, but he still wasn’t very good at talking to women. “I… like the band. They play here on Friday nights.”
“Cool,” she replied. “Where do you go on Saturday nights?”
“Ummmm… I don’t, usually. I stay home.” Colin belatedly realized that telling her he hung out on the internet talking with guys who like to watch women smoke probably wasn’t a good idea. “My job and all,” he quickly added.
Marie motioned towards the other room. “So we can talk without shouting,” she said before turning away and heading out the door. He followed her, not sure why, but he knew it would have been rude to stay there. He was running out of things to say to her. “So, Colin, what do you do?”
“Oh, I’m the MTS at Altus.” Belatedly, he realized that she probably didn’t know what that was, so he simplified it. “I’m a computer guy.”
She smiled. “Computer guys are cool. I’ll be working with a bunch. I just got transferred here from San Diego. My title’s executive assistant, but if it’s like my job back there, I’m really just a glorified receptionist. I answer the phone, take lunch orders, make sure the phone calls go to the right person… that kinda stuff.” She paused. “You want another drink? I’ll buy. I mean, you are really the first guy I’ve met here.”
Colin offered to buy, but she said no. “I’m just happy to meet somebody my first night out. This is the first time I’ve been somewhere completely unfamiliar on my own. I don’t start until Monday, so I haven’t even met my co-workers.” As she left, Colin’s excitement grew. He was sitting and talking with a young More smoker! This was gonna be a great post for the boards! He knew he’d be the envy of his net friends for a while. Best of all, she made for excellent fantasy material. He had the opportunity to remember every detail of her face, her voice, her body—well, maybe not her body, but he’d especially be able to recall the way she smoked.
When she returned, she reached into her purse. “Do you mind if I smoke?” Colin replied no with as much calm as he could muster, and put on the air that it didn’t matter to him. As Marie removed her cigarette case, she said, “It’s different here in the Midwest. I’m not used to being able to have a beer and a cigarette in a bar at the same time. I’m getting used to being able to smoke wherever.” She dragged deeply on the More, snap-inhaled a big ball of smoke, then idly tilted her head to the side and exhaled slowly through her lips. The smoke flowed in a dimly-lit stream in the lower light. Man, she knew how to smoke!
Colin insisted on buying the next round. Marie didn’t seem to mind his halting sentences, and his fumbling attempt to light her cigarette. This was like a dream come true! Marie was on her third More since they’d sat at the table, and she asked, “So, are you, like, a gamer?” Now this was something Colin could talk about. He talked about his simulation games, and the game he’d written in college, and he bragged about his new monster machine at home. Marie raised her eyebrows at that. “Really? I’ve got a custom-build, but it’s still packed. I like scenario games. I’m not really a first person shooter. Hate guns.” They talked about their computers, PC and Playstation games for a while.
Marie lit another cigarette. She slowly french-inhaled her second drag on More number four, before raising her chin, waiting, and finally, silently, exhaling a long stream of smoke over Colin’s head. His erection twitched, trapped against his leg. This was gonna be the best fantasy ever! “Can I see your monster machine? I’ve never seen a dual SLI in action before.”
Colin wasn’t entirely sure he had heard Marie correctly. “Excuse me?” She repeated her request, simple, without innuendo, and he agreed. Not only was she the sexiest smoker he’d ever seen, let alone talked to, she was into games and gaming computers. Any girl who had a custom build with an Extreme Edition processor and four gig of RAM couldn’t be all bad, even if she did look like one of those wild goths.
“Wow!” was her comment when she saw the water-cooled, full tower monster machine. He fired it up while telling her about all of the tweaks for speed that he’d done. He wasn’t just a software guy. She asked if she could smoke in his apartment, so he went and got her an ashtray, which he had bought just in case something like this should happen. He watched as surreptitiously as possible while he continued to explain his killer machine. When she finished her fifth More of the evening, she asked for a demo. Colin called up one of his favorite games and played it for a while. “Can I try it? The video’s so much faster than my system,” Marie asked.
He handed her the controller. She was unfamiliar with the type of controller he had, so he had to explain it to her first. It didn’t quite seem to help. Colin tried giving her advice, but the game was moving too fast. Finally, out of options, he gently took her hands as they held the controller. It made him lean in close to her, smelling the scent of her perfume mixed with More smoke… His reverie was broken when Marie turned to say something to him and started looking at him sort of funny… She put the controller onto the desk, and grabbed his head—“MMMFFF!!!” Colin’s protest was muffled by her lips. He’d heard that goth girls were wild… but… Her tongue was pushing insistently against his lips.
It took a few seconds for Colin to realize that not only had he lucked into meeting a sexy smoker, and spent an evening talking to her, but that he could get laid by said sexy smoker. He responded, opening his mouth, kissing her back enthusiastically, if a little clumsily. His dick felt enormous in his pants, much bigger than it had in the bar. They came up for air long enough for him to gasp, “You wanna go into the bedroom?”
She laughed, “Not in front of the monster, huh?” and stood up, flushed, and looking… unlike any woman Colin had ever seen before. He was afraid to ask her how he should do this; while he wasn’t a virgin, he certainly wasn’t well-schooled at sex. Marie took care of that, unfastening his belt, and pulling down his pants as he stood at the edge of the bed while she sat. He was definitely not prepared for what happened next. She engulfed his cock with her mouth—a real, live, blowjob! And he didn’t even have to ask! This was going to be an awesome story for— Marie didn’t have to do very much sucking, because the unfamiliar sensation was too much for Colin. He heaved a deliriously happy sigh, and came. As soon as he was able to have a cognitive thought, he realized that she was still sucking and bobbing her head, and his nuts tightened and he moaned loudly and his cock shot again.
If Marie hadn’t caught him and pulled him towards the bed, he would have fallen on the floor. Gasping and panting, he apologized for his lack of staying power and his ungentlemanly ejaculation. She laughed, “That’s OK, Colin… You’re not going to kick me out. We’re not finished yet.” Marie lit More number six, and a quarter of the way through, his manhood was stirring. Marie noticed, grinned, took a drag, and exhaled over it before taking him into her mouth again. So this is a smoky blowjob… wowwwww…
As soon as she finished her last drag, she took off her glasses. Colin’s renewed erection stiffened as he got a look at her without her nerdy glasses. She’s gorgeous. Marie undressed rather efficiently while he looked on in appreciation and awe. “Ever slept with a girl with tattoos?” Marie teased. He shook his head vigorously. She pointed to the ink scorpion just above, and slightly to the left of her bush. “Ever see a tattoo there in the flesh, Colin?”
He shook his head again, his eyes bulging. Marie wasn’t one of the skinny, real good-looking girls on the net that he liked to fantasize about, and she was definitely on the wild side. However, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was real, good-looking enough, smoked Mores with great style, and she was ready to fuck him. Colin’s tentative movement towards her was met with enthusiasm. While he may have been hesitant, inexperienced, and a little scared (but too horny to notice), Marie was anything but. As she guided him onto and inside of her, it was evident that she was experienced and ready. His efforts were awkward at first, but Marie moved beneath him with purpose, and when he found her rhythm, he began to feel something… different.
Colin felt virile and powerful for quite possibly the first time in his entire life. His hips were moving without his conscious thought and his cock sizzled with more pleasure than his hand had ever given it. Marie wasn’t anything like the nerdy girls he’d done it with before: they had been clumsy and inexperienced, just like him, and the sex had been… nowhere near this incredible. Now he knew why some of the other computer guys at Altus, those who had girlfriends and wives, had laughed when he had once said that, “Sex is overrated.” It wasn’t.
He had a little more staying power this time, but all good things must end. His thrusts became more enthusiastic, and Marie was grunting with each one, and then… Colin screamed. It felt so good along his cock, but it hurt at the same time, but it was too good to believe as everything was a very bright white and too suddenly, it ended. The room came into focus, as did she. “Wow… Marie… that was… incredible.” He got a throaty chuckle in return. I made her come! he excitedly thought, and kissed her. He fell asleep shortly thereafter.
Colin awoke, his brain addled. He felt great, though. His cock stiffened slightly at the memory. It really happened! At least until he noticed that he was alone in his bedroom. Don’t tell me I dreamed all of this. Not again. He looked at his clock. 3 a.m. In the silence of the night, he became aware of a tapping noise somewhere. Somebody’s on my computer! It was real! He got out of bed, mindless of his nudity, and walked to his game room, expecting to see Marie playing a game.
Sadly, his expectations weren’t met. Sure enough, it was Marie on his computer, but she wasn’t playing. She was also dressed. “Colin, darling! Did you enjoy your little nap?” she said with a hint of a sneer. I didn’t make her come, was his first thought, immediately followed by, what the hell is she doing looking at my financial software? She spun the chair to face him, and suddenly, he was embarrassed by his nakedness, made even more so by the fact that it didn’t seem to faze her in the least. “Y’know, Colin, you should always password your financial data, or at least your computer. I know you’ve got a firewall, but repairmen and—other people who have access to your keyboard can find out an awful lot about you. I’m surprised that a manager of technical services for a major company would be that careless with his home system. Looks like—” She indicated the screen. “—You’re doing pretty well for yourself.”
Colin felt a chill. Marie smiled at him, but it didn’t make him feel good like the other ones he’d seen on her face. “I mean, you must be important to Altus—they gave you a huge-ass raise last year. And you don’t spend it like a drunken fool. I like that.”
“Did you steal my money?” he blurted out. How was he going to live this down? He couldn’t imagine calling the police to tell them that he’d been fucked and robbed in his own apartment.
She giggled, “No, silly. That would be illegal. But I was just—looking—to see if you and I could make some sort of arrangement.”
“Just because I slept with you?”
“Actually, no. I slept with you. I love geeks. By and large, they make a lot of money that they don’t know how to spend, and easy pussy from a smart girl gets their attention more than anything else, especially since they usually don’t get any—attention or pussy,” she said, matter-of-factly. “And I can usually find some interesting—personal quirks—shall we say—to take advantage of.” Colin couldn’t say anything. If she wasn’t a thief, what was she doing here looking at how rich he was? “Anyway,” Marie began, waving dismissively, “I think we can find some common—interests—to keep the two of us happy together.”
Colin’s jaw dropped. Oh, no. The sexiest woman he’d ever met was a nutcase. “What makes you think I—other than the sex—want to be with you? What makes you think you can make me be with you?” He felt reasonably sure that she didn’t have a weapon, and her purse wasn’t anywhere to be found. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon.
She smiled again, and this time, Colin froze inside. “I wonder how the CTO at Altus would like to know that you like women who smoke? That women who smoke get you hard? The proof is all over the net, Mr. ‘Love 120-smokin Girls.’ Especially all the posts where you make fun of him for ranting on smokers all the time.” She leaned back in his comfortable chair. “And I bet it would creep out the women smokers at work, especially that one lady who smokes Virginia Slim 120’s that you talk about all the time. Do you really time your so-called ‘exercise breaks’ to catch her? I know her husband would really be pissed.” She looked at him. “Imagine the stir it would cause at your Friday night watering hole. You know, us girls talk with each other, especially when one of us has dirt on a guy we all see a lot, but don’t really know. I bet it would be all over the staff in a single night.”
Colin leaned against the doorframe, feeling faint. “You wouldn’t,” he weakly protested, sweating profusely. Exposed. That was his greatest fear.
“Oh, but I would, Colin Turner,” Marie stated. “And I can. I have enough circumstantial evidence to make a strong case for my accusation. Like I said, the proof is all over the net. Unless… you give me what I want.”
“How much?” he sighed. At least he could get rid of her and it would all be over.
“Money? My dear Colin, you misunderstand. Money isn’t what it’s going to take. At least not everything it’s going to take.” Marie saw how pale he was. “Why don’t you put something on, and I’ll make some coffee—or tea, if you prefer. It wouldn’t do for you to catch your death of cold. Then we can sit down and discuss this like rational adults.”
“All that stuff before… the computer doesn’t exist… and you didn’t just get transferred here from San Diego, did you?” he replied in defeat.
“Oh, no. I did, and I do have that Extreme Edition custom build packed away in my old place. I just haven’t moved here yet. I’m staying in a hotel for the weekend to find a place to live here—it’s part of my relocation assistance, although I didn’t think I’d be this lucky my first night here. You have a nice place, though. Needs a bit of a woman’s touch. But—” She smiled, that disconcerting one again. “—I’m getting ahead of myself. Coffee or tea?” Colin sighed, and selected coffee. “Scoot—go put something on.”
Ten minutes later, they were facing each other in his computer room, she in his favorite chair. “Now, Colin, what I want is not terribly complicated. I’m sure that we can come to an agreement fairly quickly. All you have to do is to say yes to whatever I say. At the end, I’ll tell you what you get out of the deal,” Marie brightly began. He sighed. Why couldn’t she have been an empty-headed bimbo? “Are we agreed? You owe it to yourself to listen carefully,” she continued. Despite what you think, I’m not completely heartless. I just believe in using what I’ve got to my advantage.” He told her to get on with it.
“One, lose the attitude,” she snapped. “We’re going to have to get along very well, because I’m going to be moving in with you. My job doesn’t exactly pay the best, and I’m not sure I want to try to eke out a complete living on my salary alone.” Colin groaned. They were sitting in his second bedroom now. “I will contribute to groceries and utilities, but you buy my cigarettes. Fair enough? You pay for this place already, so I’m not changing that.” He didn’t have much choice, and other than the lost privacy, it wouldn’t cost him much, so he agreed.
“Two, you’re gonna buy me a car of my own.” He choked on his coffee. “Something new, my choice.” She held up her hand. “I don’t own one. I was on the light rail line in San Diego. Here… I have to drive from here to my job. Otherwise, you can just pay for me to live here and do nothing all day except come up with new ways to torment you. I know that you can walk into any car dealership and pay cash for almost anything on the lot, and with your AAA credit, you could buy any car. And if it’s new, it’ll have some resale value.” There was a puzzled expression on her face. “I’m surprised you haven’t thought about buying a house. Rates are low. It’s a good time to buy, and real estate is always a good investment. We may have to revisit that issue.”
Colin wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that. He was too busy having visions of her driving around in a Mercedes sedan or something that expensive, while he would be forced to trade in his Regal for a Yugo. It barely registered that she had said, “we.” He squeaked, “Will you at least pay for your own gas?”
“Ohhh… I didn’t mean to make you cry, Colin. I promise, I’ll keep it reasonable,” Marie replied. “I have an interest in making sure that you don’t go bankrupt or anything like that. We’re going to be living together, and we’ll be friends.” She patted his hand. He flinched. Not fuckin’ likely was all Colin could think. “I’ll also need a credit card. Mine’s going to be—left behind in San Diego.” He looked at her curiously. “Just put me on as an authorized user. Probably the one with frequent flyer miles. I like to travel.”
The room was silent. “Is that all?” Colin finally asked. This was one hell of an expensive mistake. He silently swore off women.
Marie looked at him strangely. “That’s it for me.” She waited, finally prompting, “Well, don’t you want to know what’s in it for you?”
“I know what’s in it for me,” he snapped. “You’re going to keep my dirty little secret.”
“Colin, the trouble with you is that you don’t think beyond the immediate moment,” Marie answered in the tone of an exasperated teacher to a student. “I said that this was an agreement, which implies that both parties get some tangible benefit.” He glared at her. “First, you’re going to get style advice from me. Clothing, conversation, social graces, stuff like that. I’ll even teach you how to light a lady’s cigarette without coming off as a drooling fool.” He blinked, and she giggled. “I’m sorry, Colin, but when you tried to light my cigarette at the bar, it was all I could do to keep from laughing. And I had the advantage of knowing that you have a smoking fetish. I’m sure you’ve weirded out girls trying to do that.”
Colin frowned. How the hell did she know so much about him? That was exactly the reason he no longer carried a lighter at the watering hole. “You also need to learn how to look at women without being obvious. I noticed every time you looked at a woman before you focused on me. You’re not good at being single, Colin. The worst thing about that is that may just doom you to staying that way, and I don’t think you want to be. You want a bunch of little nerds and nerdettes running around your knees at some point.” Marie smiled triumphantly. Colin could see that she knew she had read him like a book. Was he that obvious? How many other women had he met that knew about… everything?
“Another thing that will help give you a chance to end your terminal bachelorhood is—at least in public—having a girlfriend. You can go to those company events and have a presentable, reasonably intelligent, and reasonably attractive girl on your arm if you want. It will improve your social prospects at the Friday watering hole—trust me on that. This is an offer that it would be to your great advantage to accept.” He complained about her being a wild goth girl and how it would look to people at Altus, who were—very traditional. She sighed, “Do you see any body jewelry? Are my tats visible?” She took off her glasses. “Except for the little red dress, do I look like a wild goth girl now? Trust me, I’ve learned the value of discretion and convention.”
He had to admit that she didn’t, and he felt a little stir of lust for her, despite his situation. “OK, then. Now for the next benefit. I think you’ll really like this one,” she grinned. “Remember what you were thinking when you saw me for the first time?” He was obviously puzzled, so Marie reached for her cigarette case, removed a More, and lit it, crossing her legs. She french-inhaled slowly, demonstratively, pausing an eternity before filling the air noiselessly with a gray stream. Without her nerdy glasses, it had a devastating effect on Colin. Fortunately, he was sitting down, so his knees didn’t buckle, but something else gained a goodly bit of firmness. “Now do you remember?” she smiled as he gaped at her with lust-filled awe.
“In exchange for the wonderful things you’re going to do for me, I’ll smoke just about anything you want me to. I don’t do monstrously fat cigars, lung damage scenarios, or any kind of pipe, and it’s my call on smoking cigars in public.” Otherwise, since you’re buying ’em for me, I’ll smoke ’em for you. My guess is that judging by your net handle, I’ll be smoking 120’s for the next while.” He nodded slowly, mouth slightly open. “I know all the smoking tricks, too, so if you’ve got a favorite—” Marie paused to take a drag and slowly french-inhale. “—Other than french-inhales,” she smiled mischievously, “let me know.” Colin was unabashedly gaping at her now. “So, you’ve got a girlfriend for public consumption, and a smoking fetish fantasy babe in private.”
“But… but…” he stuttered, his crotch feeling very uncomfortable.
“What, Colin?” Marie interrupted. “Tell me. Go ahead. What’s on your mind?”
“It’s not fair if you’re going to sleep in the other bedroom and have boyfriends n’stuff like that,” he whined, abruptly adding, “I’ve got blisters on my right hand now,” with a grumble.
“So you want to fuck me,” Marie correctly concluded. “I figured that would be on your mind. You’re not particularly experienced, but that’s something that’ll be fixed with time. As for the bedroom… we’ll see about that. I kinda like the way this room is set up now,” she smiled slyly, but regained her serious air when it was apparent that the implications went right past Colin’s head. She sighed, “But you’re right, it’s not fair, and I’m glad to see you can stand up for yourself. Anything else?”
Colin began to see some hope here. “Ummm… about the car…”
“No. That’s my item,” she flatly stated. “Is there anything else, like any other fantasies? I don’t do submissive shit, but if you have any dominatrix fantasies, I can do that. You buy the toys, I’ll use them.”
“Cigarette holders?” he asked with a note of hope, as he began to understand the parameters of the deal he was making.
“You buy the toys,” she repeated. “But, it’s my decision in public. There are appearances to consider.” She looked at him with an evaluating gaze for a few moments. “So are you a naughty boy? I see quite a few domme jpgs on your machine,” she finally asked.
Colin blushed furiously. “Ummmm… No. Ummmm… It’s because of the ummm… cigarette holders. Some of the other stuff is… well, it scares me.” Marie nodded with a smile, saying that she understood. “How about… You can’t like… ummm… sleep with anybody else?”
“Does that include girls?” she sweetly asked, taking another lust-inspiring drag. Between the smoking and the implication, Colin got hard. He shook his head excitedly. “Just wondering,” Marie idly added. She ran a finger purposefully along his bulge. “So, do we have an agreement?” He nodded eagerly, a lot more excited by the prospects than he was when this had all started. “Let’s kiss on it.” After they had finished, Marie said, “I’m gonna have to teach you how to kiss better, too.”