Marie left Colin’s house on Saturday afternoon, saying that she had to make arrangements to move from San Diego. “My stuff is packed, and my lease is up at the end of the month. I will see you next Friday. Don’t move on me or anything like that, Colin. Either I’m gonna live with you when I get back or…” She let the sentence drop. “Remember, I’m going to be here one way or the other. I have a job here.”
“Yes, Marie,” he sighed, “I know what’s at stake.” He watched her get into the taxi with decidedly mixed feelings. She had fucked him this morning, after their agreement, and it was great. She smoked—whatever he wanted to watch her smoke. On the other hand, he wasn’t looking forward to spending the money that she was demanding. This was blackmail… extortion… She mimed taking a drag from a cigarette as the taxi pulled away. Was it?
The week flew by. Marie called him at work Friday morning from San Diego. “Got my cigarettes yet? I’ll be there at about five, and I’ll be dying for one. Have it ready for me.” It was difficult for Colin to think about anything else for the rest of the day. He still wasn’t quite sure about this whole thing—after all, he was being extorted. On the other hand, she was irresistibly sexy. He’d jacked off twice that week while on the phone with her. Marie was smoking most audibly on the other end of the phone line, and telling him in glorious detail about each french-inhale. She’d be there at five. He could not, and yet, could, wait.
When he saw her at the airport, gone were the nerdy glasses, the revealing red dress. His wild goth extortionist was nowhere to be seen. “Hello, Colin, long time no see.” He gaped. “Don’t be such a putz. Stop gaping. Remember, I’m supposed to be your girlfriend,” said the smart-looking young businesswoman. “Do you have my More?” He nodded, still unable to speak for some reason. “Let’s go outside so I can have one before my bags arrive.”
If he had any doubts about Marie, they were gone with the first long drag, followed by the slow-motion french-inhale. There was the usual pause, the lifting of the chin, and the slow flow of smoke from pursed lips. “Colin, it isn’t polite to stare,” she reminded him, softly enough that no one else could hear. He mumbled an apology, and contented himself with sneaking an occasional glance towards his smoking goddess. Money? I have plenty, he told himself.
When they got into his car, Marie turned to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. Hot, wet, filled with the memories of last Friday night, and the promises of nights to come… Colin almost did, but she broke the kiss when he started thrusting in the seat. “Did you enjoy that?” she smirked, knowing the answer as she patted his bulge. “So let’s get home. I’m getting a little hungry. Maybe you know someplace nice for dinner?” He sighed inwardly. Let the wallet-bleeding begin…
Much to Colin’s disappointment, Marie didn’t have another cigarette until after dinner, when they returned to his (their?) apartment. “Let’s talk about the rules, Colin. I’m going to be very good at playing your girlfriend, but I am not your girlfriend. It’s a fine distinction, but one that you need to be aware of up front. This is a business arrangement.” He nodded, knowing full well that he had stars in his eyes.
“Second,” she resumed after a quick snap-inhale and exhale towards the ceiling, “I decide when I will smoke. Don’t ask me to smoke for you—except as foreplay, and I might or I might not do it then. Otherwise, it’ll piss me off, and you won’t get to see me smoke for a few days. I’ll smoke what you buy, but that’s the limit on being your fetish babe.”
“Third, you drop all of your fetish memberships on-line. You get your fetish satisfaction from me for as long as I’m here.” She took a long, long drag, opened her mouth, and let the smoke drift forward, slowly, before smoothly, deliberately, inhaling it through her nostrils. It was a live, slow motion, french-inhale, and gorgeous to see. She waited several seconds before exhaling without a sound, a long, thin stream that Colin viewed in profile. The protest he was about to make died in his throat. “I know you think that’s unreasonable, but I have a very good reason for it. If you watch enough of that shit, you’re only going to respond sexually when a woman smokes. That’s a sad state of affairs for the woman involved. I’ll be checking the credit card statements.”
Colin nodded blankly, still fascinated by the picture Marie posed with her half-smoked More, standing there looking so… feminine. “Fourth rule: You are going to learn how to make me cum. I need to cum at least three or four times a week.” She paused. “But this doesn’t mean that you’re going fuck me three or four times a week.”
Colin’s jaw fell. That was the one thing he thought was going to make all of this worth it. Marie looked at him. “There are more ways to satisfy a girl than by fucking, and you are going to learn what works for me. If you’re good, you’ll get your share of satisfaction.” He had visions of being teased mercilessly, and having no refuge other than begging. “The last rule is that I make the rules, Colin. You can request anything, but I make the decision on whether or not it happens.”
“What do I get…” His voice died with Marie’s final drag from her cigarette, another picture-perfect french-inhale punctuating the drag, and a lazy, slow, thick exhale, with her head tilted all the way back. Her back was arched, and it showed off her tits, which Colin had to admit were nice. That thought led to memories of last week and— “Ummm… Marie…”
“No, Colin. I’m not in the mood. I am not your personal whore.”
“Other than the personal part, you are,” he snapped.
To his surprise, Marie spun with a smile on her face. “Actually, I prefer to think of myself as a high-priced escort for nerdy man-boys. I’m far too expensive to be referred to as a whore.” Colin deflated. He’d called her the worst thing he could think of, the nastiest thing, and she accepted it without any sign of anger or hurt. “You don’t think that that’s the first time I’ve been called that, do you?”
He considered that, and concluded that she was making sense. Her demands were too well-versed for this to be her first time doing something like this. “How… many…” he croaked, unable to finish the sentence.
“Don’t worry yourself with that nasty little question, Colin,” she lightly said. “It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.” She looked at the clock. “It’s getting late, Colin. I’d like to go looking for a car tomorrow, and flying always tires me. I think I’ll go to bed. Good night.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek as she walked past him, her perfume mixed with More smoke, turning Colin on, but he had no idea of what to do.
“Marie?” he tentatively asked as she got to the doorway. She stopped and turned. “Why? Why Me?” he softly squeaked.
“Why is complicated, Colin,” she said. “And I’m too tired to answer that question tonight. But ‘Why you?’ Your fascination with french-inhales and 120s made you a very easy mark. If it hadn’t been you, it would have been somebody else,” she continued in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’re very obliging, and you’ll have a lot to offer, even if you have a lot to learn.” Marie let him consider that for a few seconds before gently saying, “Good night, Colin,” leaving him looking at the doorway in silence.
“I think you should take a cooking course, Colin,” Marie said at the breakfast table the next morning. He looked at her questioningly. “It’s something every bachelor should know. It helps with women.”
“OK,” he said. “I’ll do that.”
“Colin,” she sighed, “you’ve got to stop being so… passive. Do you really want to learn how to cook? Why or why not?” She could see the wheels turning in his head from the expression on his face. “Do yourself a favor. If anybody asks you to play poker for money, say no. What’s going through your mind?”
“Well…”
“Dammit, Colin, you’ve got to talk to me at some point!”
“Why? You’ll just say no,” he finally blurted out. “You’ve got me blackmailed, pussywhipped and just about everything is to your advantage. What do you have to do that I want?”
“You don’t know that I’ll say no,” Marie evenly replied. “But to answer your last question, no, you’re right. I don’t have to do a thing that you want me to, and there are some things that I won’t do. This is no different than any other relationship, Colin.”
He opened his mouth to say something angry, but it hung there and he didn’t say anything for a long time, until he managed to ask, “How can you say that? You’ve got all the advantage.”
“Did you ever think of making me want to do something you’d like? That’s how normal couples do it. I may not have to do the things you want me to, but I’m not contrary out of spite. I could be, but it’s too much work.” Marie could see that he needed a concrete example to focus on. “Last night, you wanted to have sex. I really was tired, but I could have been persuaded. It just would have taken more than you looking at me with unabated lust.” Colin’s face began to show understanding. “And sometimes, that’ll be enough to get me in the mood,” she added impishly. “You are a cute nerd. Sometimes I’ll be in the mood, and I’ll… let you know,” Marie continued with a touch of mystery.
Colin shook his head. “You are so complicated.” Marie acknowledged that and told him most women were, before asking him the cooking question again. He thought about it for a moment. “I think I’d like to,” he began. “Not because you suggested it, but because… I’m tired of microwave dinners and eating out. It’ll probably save me money, too.”
“Good boy!” Marie exclaimed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “You’re right. It will save you money.”
“That’s a good thing, because you’re going to cost…” Marie was in the middle of lighting a More, taking a long, deep first drag. She casually french-inhaled, and the exhale was as lust-inspiring as it was silent and long. Colin felt his cock start to fill. Marie took another long, demonstrative drag, and her trademark picture-perfect french-inhale had Colin spellbound. She glanced at him, smiled, and did it again, before deliberately turning her back to him and walking to the steps. She stopped at the steps, looked back at him, and this time, there was nothing fancy about the inhale, but her exhale flowed slowly into the sunbeams from the living room window. She smiled again, and then lazily turned to go up the steps, hips swaying, the tip of the More glowing as she held it, still relatively long and brown, between her fingers.
Colin took a deep breath, and his cock was nearly full. Suddenly, it occurred to him that she said that she would… “let him know.” He hopped out of the chair and sprinted for the steps, leaving his barely-touched Mini-Wheats to soak in the bowl of milk. As he got to the bedroom door, Marie spun to face him, taking a drag that ended with a quick french-inhale. She stood there with a questioning look, More held vertically as her elbow rested on her other hand at her waist. “Marie… you’re gorgeous,” Colin panted.
“Now that’s what a girl likes to hear,” she smiled.
Colin didn’t feel quite as clumsy this time when he climbed on top of a softly panting Marie. He had less trouble finding her pussy, and matching her rhythm. This was soooo incredible! She tightened her grip on him, wrapping her legs around his back, making it difficult for him to thrust at her as hard as his inner urge exhorted him to. In fact, he was doing a lot more grinding and rubbing than thrusting. She didn’t let him loose though, and after a little bit, Colin was surprised to find that while his cock was still hard and sizzling in pleasure, his impending orgasm had backed off. The next shock he got was that Marie’s face was turning red, and she began to gasp girlishly just before… Her hips bucked and she moaned, “Like that…”
Being a nerd implies that you are a fast learner. Colin focused on continuing to do exactly what he was doing. Marie let a loud, gasped, “Yes!” go, and her hips began to move with more grinding force. He’d never felt like this, but since his cock sang with pleasure as they moved together, he kept at it. Shortly thereafter, she froze for an instant, and then her hips began to pump rapidly beneath him, gasping for air, emitting little squeaking noises, and her face was taut. As quickly as it had happened, it ended. “Colin,” she finally panted, “that was an orgasm.”
Wow. Pretty cool. were his first thoughts, and then he realized that he had been a major part of it. His hips started moving faster, and his cock dominated his sense of self. Marie was panting again, her legs loosely wrapped around his back. “nnnnNNNNHHHHHNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!” The guttural grunt was ripped from his very being, and he felt himself twist inside, then release with an intense, searing, burning sensation where his cock used to be. And again. And again. And again. And then… nothingness for an eternity.
“Oh, Colin… Colin…” Marie’s gasps came through his fogged mind, returning him to the planet Earth. “That was much—better.”
“Wowwwwwww… Marie…”
She rolled over and smiled at him. “That’s one. Three to go.” There was an impish sparkle in her eyes. “I told you—that—there were—benefits—in this arrangement—for you.” They lay there together for a while as their breathing returned to normal.
Colin looked down at his shrunken cock. He doubted that he’d be able to get hard for a few days at least. Last Friday was one thing, but this… this was way beyond that. She sat up with her back to him. He heard the click of a lighter, and she turned to look at him, a freshly-lit More, so long, slender, and elegant between her fingers. “Just lie there and watch,” she whispered. Her french-inhales seemed better, sexier as she put on a show for him. “Go ahead, play with it. Show me what you do when you watch one of your fetish videos.”
It wasn’t long before Colin discovered that he had way more stamina than he gave himself credit for. Marie towered over him on the bed, her More half-smoked. She reached down and took him in her free hand, simultaneously dragging on the cigarette. She snap-inhaled this time, and waited, posed for the exhale, chin tilted upwards, ready to exhale, and his cock surged in her hand. She rubbed it lightly, then finally exhaled, a steady, long flow of smoke without a sound. Marie looked down at him, his cock now erect in her hand, moved over his body, and sat, guiding him into her yet again.
She took a drag from the cigarette, and bounced on him twice, gently. “This is for you, Colin, I know you’ve dreamed about this.” His mouth was open in shock as she reached over to the nightstand, and lit a fresh More from her old one. “I know it looks better when they’re long, and just-lit like this.” Her hips began to move as she took a second, long, deep drag. She spoke as she exhaled, bursts of smoke escaping with each word, “But then, everything looks better when it’s long.” She took another quick drag, exhaling just as quickly while her hips glided back and forth.
Colin’s head began to spin with the now-familiar feeling of impending ejaculation. He couldn’t keep the groans from escaping, nor could he keep them soft. Marie took a long, deep, cheek-hollowing drag, and exhaled slowly, and he lost it, coming painfully with a wheeze. His hips jerked as much as they could with Marie on top of him. She exhaled her next drag while his eyes were rolling loosely in their sockets, then leaned forward and kissed him as he popped out. Her unique scent was almost overpowering, and his groin twitched very painfully, trying to find another few drops to fire even as he shrank. “We’ll go shopping for a car after your nap, Colin,” Marie whispered to him. “I thought this might make it easier for you to tell the salesman that you’re buying a car for your girlfriend. It’ll make it easier for you to be convincing.”
Yes, I’m being extorted, Colin thought groggily. And I don’t care. He fell asleep, deep, sated, with dreams of Marie smoking with a long cigarette holder.
Colin looked at her as they talked in the finance manager’s office. “I promised to keep it reasonable, Colin, and thirty-six thousand isn’t that much for a new car,” Marie argued. You could transfer the funds from your savings account and pay for it now, if you wanted to. Besides, the salesman is dying for a sale. You can get a better price.” She leaned back in the chair, looking sexy. How does she do that? She doesn’t even have a cigarette in her hand, Colin wondered. It’s not like she’s a supermodel or anything. “At least I didn’t pick an Infiniti or a Mercedes. I’ve always wanted to own a Beamer.”
“Yes, but it’s more expensive than what I drive,” he whined.
“Well, whose fault is that? Not mine.”
“Can I give you mine, and I’ll take…”
Marie looked in her purse. “I only have a few Mores left, Colin. I can always smoke Camel Lights like a truck driver…”
He sighed. “OK. I give. Let’s buy it.”
“Not so fast,” she shot back. “Let’s save you some money.” After another hour of haggling, Colin was writing a check for the down payment after transferring some money from his retirement account, Marie was bubbling just like… an extremely pleased girlfriend, hugging and kissing him, cooing happily to anyone who would listen about her wonderful boyfriend. What a chameleon. Five minutes earlier, she had been ready to walk out without buying, and the price subsequently dropped another two thousand dollars. Colin was amazed at the abrupt transformation, and so was the finance manager, who realized he’d been outmaneuvered by a chunky-looking (but cute) young woman.
As she was poised to get into her brand-new BMW 325i, she said, “Colin, I need some cigarettes. I’ll follow you to a cigarette store, OK, sweetie?” She gave him a big kiss in front of some of the salespeople. “Thank you for my present,” she sweetly added. He had to admit that some part of him liked this. It was fun pretending, and Marie was making it easy to pretend. When she got out of her car at a nearby “Cigarettes for Less” store, she grabbed him by the arm, only to wrap herself around him. “I promise I’ll let you drive it, too, OK? Now, what brand of 120’s am I going to smoke for you for the next carton?”
He paused. He didn’t know. “I was going to buy you a pack of Mores, like before.”
First of all, Colin,” she sighed, “you’ll go broke buying cigarettes by the pack. It’s much cheaper to buy by the carton.” He nodded, unaware that that was the case. “Second, this is your part of the bargain. When I met you, I’d been smoking More Light 120’s for a while, and that’s what I had in my cigarette case. Besides, men with More fetishes don’t get indulged very often, and are more likely to be easy prey.” He winced a little bit at the word “prey”. It was true, that he had been easy prey, but it was so easy to forget with his arm around Marie’s soft waist. “Now, if you want to have me mix up what I smoke, then it’s OK to buy a pack or two of something different along with the carton. But it doesn’t have to be Mores. In fact,” she said, “I’d appreciate something else. But, according to our agreement, you don’t have to.”
Colin’s head was spinning with the possibilities. “Regular or menthol?” he asked as he tried to sort out in what order he wanted to see her smoke his favorite brands. “I don’t have a preference like some guys,” he awkwardly added.
“If you’re asking, I generally prefer regulars,” Marie said, “but I like menthols for a change of pace, especially with the super-slim cigarettes, like Virginia Slims Superslims and Capris—they have a really good menthol.” She paused. “If you’re feeling really considerate about my likes and dislikes, my favorite 120’s are Virginia Slims Regulars, but not really Mistys. I’ll also take More lights 120’s over the plain Mores, but all I’ve seen here are More White Lights 120s or More Light 100s, and I don’t know anything about those—I never saw them when I was out—in San Diego.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and felt him tremble. Impetuously, she flicked her tongue along his ear, and the tremble turned into a big shiver. Not only was Colin an easy mark, he could be a lot of fun. “Ready to buy your first carton of cigarettes?”
“Me?” he asked in panic. “I—I—thought I was just going to be pay—MMMMMMFFFFFF!!!!!” Marie’s tongue filled his mouth. He was seeing stars as she pulled away. “But I don’t…” he feebly began, slightly out-of-breath, “I mean… I feel funny buying a carton of Capri 120’s.”
“It says you’re confident in your masculinity, Colin,” Marie giggled. “By the time I get done with you, you will be.” He sighed in resignation, and turned to go inside the store. Marie caught up with him and hung on his arm. I’m gonna be a Capri girly-girl for my guy,” she softly sang in his ear. The slight hitch in his step intensified when she whispered, “And I’m gonna see what it does to you as soon as we get home.”
Once inside, Colin walked unfamiliarly through the racks. The aisles were too narrow for Marie to walk next to him. He found the Capri 120’s menthol and picked up a carton, then headed directly to the register. “Yes, I’d also like two packs of More Regulars.” Marie looked at him inquisitively. “You look really hot when you smoke Mores,” he said after they’d left the store.
As she settled back into her new car, one that she had no financial obligations on, she realized that she could ditch Colin, not show up at the new job, and start all over in a new place. Some part of her wanted to wait until Colin turned onto the highway, and to take the opposite exit. But… she wasn’t that girl any more, not after what had happened in Seattle. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t do that again. Even if Colin seemed like he could take heartbreak. She’d go through with the agreement.
Marie sat on the bed, enjoying a post-sex Capri while Colin lay unconscious next to her. He’d made her come again, doing what she’d shown him earlier that day. He was a fast learner. She’d gotten lucky—Colin was single, well-off, and she’d caught him and reeled him in her first night here. While he may not have been as rich or as highly-positioned as George, he also didn’t have the baggage of a wife and a kid on the way.
George. I hope things are normal for you… At least as normal as they could be for a guy with a severe More fetish in San Diego. She still wondered how he got his wife pregnant—she didn’t smoke, at least not to hear him tell it, and he couldn’t get it up without seeing a woman smoking a More. Nonetheless, she had gotten pregnant, and that was the end of her very profitable relationship. She still liked the guy. It was classy of him to get her transferred to one of the company’s other offices. He didn’t leave her with absolutely nothing, unlike every other guy. And Colin wouldn’t leave her with nothing—she had a brand-new BMW, if nothing else, and whatever she could save from her salary. Mid-20’s, it was a huge pay cut, but then, she was no longer the executive assistant to the company president, and the cost of living was lower here. She finished her Capri, turned out the light and tried to go to sleep. It took a little while. Despite Colin’s best efforts, her memories wouldn’t stop playing.