Marie was walking in a circle around the living room of their house. She’d sent Colin out for more cigarettes an hour ago, after she’d somehow managed to dump her purse into a puddle as she left work. Given that it had already been a shitty day, the fact that it was her last, almost full, pack of Virginia Slims 120’s just made it worse. And now, he was late. It shouldn’t have taken him so long just to fetch a pack of cigarettes from the local quick-shop. Sometimes, it was hell living up to the bargain… but it was her own fault for not realizing that she was about to run out.
The door opened and there stood Colin, looking funny. “What’s your problem?” she snarled. He jumped, but Marie felt absolutely no remorse. He was late. “Where are my cigarettes? What happened? Couldn’t make up your mind for one pack?”
“Ummmm… Well… On my way to the gas station…”
“Is this gonna be long? I could really use a cigarette right now,” she crossly said.
He seemed to be startled that she’d ask, and pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims 120’s and quickly handed it to her. She fairly ripped open the pack, removed one, lit it in a hurry, and took a monster-sized drag, visibly swallowing, before remembering to tilt her head up, to aim over Colin’s head. She exhaled with a loud whoosh, and felt the edge recede a little. “Much better.” He was still gaping at her. “Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry. It’s just been a rough day.” Marie took another deep drag, and slowly french-inhaled it, knowing that Colin would get a kick out of it. She smiled impishly at him, but was surprised to find that he wasn’t giving her that fascinated, “Oh my god, you’re so sexy” look. “Colin?”
“Oh!” he said, seeming to snap out of his geeky reverie. “I—ummm—saw a tobacco shop on my way to the gas station, so that’s where I stopped for your cigarettes. And I—ummmm—saw—ummmm—” Marie stood, her arms crossed, with an obvious “I’m waiting…” expression on her face. He nervously reached into the bag and thrust something at her. “—This.”
Marie smiled. A cigarette holder. She was a little surprised that it had taken him this long to get around to it. Of course, she couldn’t use it with her 120’s, but it was pretty, about six or seven inches long, violet, with a slightly marbled appearance. She been asked to, and used, more—flamboyant—ones over the years, some of them in public. However, she would not use this one in public, since it was her choice this time. That was a new rule based on previous experiences. “Colin, that’s sweet. But I can’t use it with my 120’s,” she said, taking a long, deep drag and exhaling as sexily as she could for emphasis. “They’ll fall out.”
“Ummm… I know that,” Colin softly said. “There’s a web site about cigarette holders.” He smiled at her and reached into the bag again. “That’s why I bought you these… they’re Nat Sherman’s. They should fit, and they’re brown, so…”
She launched herself at him, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a big, wet kiss. Sherman’s were very, very good cigarettes, très chic, and très expensive. This was an unexpected treat. She hadn’t had a Sherman since… Seattle and Danny. Marie picked up the boxes that Colin had dropped during her first attack of gratitude. Somebody was gonna get laid very soon. Natural Lights, and MCD, and… ooooohhh… unfiltered Virginia Circles. Lucky guy. He couldn’t know that those were my faves. Marie put her Virginia Slim out. “Colin, I put the lasagna in for dinner while you were out,” she smiled. “I need to go check on it. Thank you for my present,” she finished, waving the holder at him and carefully showing him the three boxes of Nat Sherman’s. She watched him smile that goofy “I made her happy!” smile, and head upstairs.
A few minutes later, she called to him from the kitchen. “Colin, would you come here, please? Something’s going on in the kitchen.”
He trotted down the steps with his signature heavy footfalls, “What’s wron—”
Marie leaned against the kitchen counter, her brown Virginia Circle in the purple holder at arm’s length, held from below between her thumb and first two fingers with a slightly limp wrist. She brought it to her lips, and, eyes half-lidded, drew for several seconds. Affecting her best femme fatale air, she lazily tilted her head back, and exhaled, chest rising, a very long, very thick, stream of smoke from her lips towards the ceiling. She stopped in mid exhale, and let the rest flow from her nostrils. Only then did she look at Colin, who stood, mouth wide open, obviously transfixed. The lack of a filter on the cigarette increased the amount of smoke she could play with. Marie dragged again while she sensuously moved to the kitchen table, where the lighting was better. She opened her mouth, and french-inhaled very slowly. Once again, she leaned her head back, waited, and then slowly issued two thick streams from her nostrils. She heard him gasp.
Her next drag was again carefully staged, ending with another creamy, thick, slow-motion french-inhale, as she slowly brought the holdered cigarette away from her lips in a long, graceful arc. Marie held it down by her hips, and languorously turned her head and blew, giving him an unmistakable “Come fuck me” look, with smoke trailing from her lips. She didn’t see how he could miss it.
But then again, this was Colin. He just stood there, still gaping, but with an extremely noticeable bulge in his pants. Sighing inwardly, Marie took another deep drag from the Virginia Circle in its holder, breasts rising, opening her mouth just a little to french-inhale as she dragged. She lifted her chin and exhaled though her lips without a sound for several seconds, as smoke trails from her nostrils joined the main stream. She turned to face him and undid one of the buttons of her blouse, exposing some cleavage. Moving the holder to between her index and middle fingers, she drew again, not as deeply, and snap-inhaled, still giving him that look. Dammit, now she was hot. After the final drag and exhale, she finally gave up on any pretense of subtlety with a series of short imperatives. “Colin. Fuck me. Here. Now.”
That broke Mr. Conventionality’s restraint. Colin was on her in moments, tearing at her blouse in a frenzy of lust, hiking up her skirt, yanking down her panties, while somehow simultaneously able to free his very erect member. His first thrust was not gentle, and knocked the air out of her. Marie huffed, but managed to arrange herself on the kitchen table and wrapped her arms around his butt, ready and eager to take the pounding she’d solicited. He grunted loudly with each vigorous thrust, driving himself completely into her. His hips met hers with a loud smack, evidence of his manic desire.
It wasn’t long before Colin’s scream echoed in the small room, and the pulsing of his cock inside her told her that it was over… for now. He hung onto her, panting her name over and over again, his legs quivering. While she hadn’t cum, she had given him a massive orgasm, and that was—fun. Sometimes it was better to give than receive. Besides, it had primed her for later. She’d have another Virginia Circle in the holder in the bedroom, this time while she was naked, and then it would be his turn to give.
The following Saturday, Marie went shopping to replace the blouse and panties that had been destroyed in the Wednesday in the kitchen. The cigarette holder had certainly revved Colin up: they’d fucked twice each on Wednesday and Thursday, and she’d gotten him to give her extensive, exquisite head as foreplay on both nights. Last night, the date they were supposed to have had was abruptly canceled when she had lit an MCD in the holder, just to play with his senses before going out. He had jumped her without warning in response. She’d cum three times, twice from intercourse, and once from having her pussy eaten when he was too fucked out to act on the ardor she’d inspired with her last cigarette of the night. It wasn’t really a problem, because ever since the party she’d been horny as hell, and Colin had improved to the point where he could scratch all of her itches pretty well. Except the Lauren one. But she was a little sore now, and needed a break.
When she came back, the downstairs was deserted, but the apartment was quiet. She would have figured that he would be upstairs playing one of his games, but it was too quiet for that. “Colin?” Nothing. Marie sighed, feeling a little… bored. It was nice to have him around; he was still quite the geek, and she enjoyed putting his foot in his mouth. She also had him wrapped around her finger—all she had to do was to light up and pose sexily for half a cigarette to get what she wanted. In addition to the car, she was now the owner of a platinum Visa that he was paying all charges, as per their earlier agreement, and it had conveniently arrived just in time to replace the clothes he’d ripped in the holder incident on Wednesday.
Her biggest complaint about him wasn’t that he was sex-crazed. He’d bought her another carton of Mores, and after George (and now Colin), she was getting tired of them. She’d never smoked the same brand for five years, and that’s how long it had been since she’d gotten more than a brief respite from Mores. In fact, George had been so fanatic about it that the first time she’d smoked something other than a More while they were alone together was the last. He’d threatened to end their relationship on the spot. At least Colin was more flexible in that regard. She’d requested, and received a few packs of Virginia Slims Superslims Menthol to break the monotony. Even though it wasn’t a part of their agreement—she’d have to remember that clause the next time—he’d agreed after she’d promised him a holder show later that night. He had also bought two packs of some other kind of 120, something called Max, one in regular, and one in menthol, but she hadn’t tried either of them yet. She’d never seen them, nor had she ever seen anyone smoking them, so she had her doubts.
She sighed and lit one of the Superslims, exhaling through her nose. These little babies packed one hell of a menthol punch. They were the reason she’d become so accomplished at exhaling through her nose, even if they didn’t last very long, especially in comparison to the 120’s. Suddenly, she heard a noise upstairs. “Colin?” she called once more, feeling the first stirrings of panic. Marie took a nervous, short drag, and blew the smoke out quickly before crushing the cigarette out.
After a pause, while she looked for something that she could use as a weapon, Colin’s voice came, “Marie? Is that you?” She relaxed.
“What were you doing? Sleeping?” she asked, yelling up the steps. “I know I’ve worn you out lately, but I called for you when I got home and you didn’t answer. I thought maybe you went out.” He said something vague, and she began to get suspicious. “Were you on-line doing the fetish thing?” He said no, but she had already started for the computer room, since his voice sounded like it was coming from there. The door was partially shut, and she had visions of him frantically trying to clean himself up. Part of her was pissed. I’ve been smoking brown cigarettes through a cigarette holder and we’ve fucked seven times in the last three days, and I’m still not enough of a fetish fantasy babe for him?
When she pushed the door open, Colin was sitting hunched over his desk. The computer screen was dark, on standby, and set of headphones was on the desk. “Colin, what the hell are you doing???” Marie shouted.
He didn’t turn right away, mumbling, “Just a minute.” Marie impatiently tapped her foot, waiting until he spun the chair to face her. He was smiling. “I was hoping that you’d be gone a little while longer,” he said. “But I got two of them done while you were gone.”
Peeved by her theoretical musing, she irritably asked, “Two of what?”
He held out two identical-looking cigarette holders. “These. They’re different inside; one fits your Virginia Slims and Saratogas, and the other fits your Mores and the Maxes. I’ve got one more for you, it’ll fit Capris and the Superslims when I’m finished. Do you like them?”
Marie looked at them, about five inches long, black stems and pink at the top. “They’re cute.” Uh-oh, this holder thing is getting out of hand… Need to put my foot down. “But… I still don’t want to use them in public,” she said as she sat on the edge of the desk. “Truth to tell, I’m not sure that I want to use them around you. You’ve been a little—aggressive—lately. Remember how I told you that I decided when and how much I smoke?” He nodded, but his face fell. “I’ve had fun with the holder, Colin, I admit. And I really do appreciate the Nat Sherman’s. But it’s getting a little—out of hand. I’m sore. You’re going to have to content yourself with watching me smoke Mores and do french-inhales for a while.” He offered to give her more head, and Marie had to suppress a snicker. “I’m sorry, but no. If it’s driving you that crazy, maybe it’s time to reacquaint yourself with your hand.”
He looked crestfallen. “I appreciate the effort,” Marie said, and gave him a smooch on the cheek. Disappointment radiated from his whole body, so she gently added, “I promise that you will get to see me use these—just not for at least the next week or so.” She needed a break.
Two weeks later, Mike Brown, one of the programmers, stopped by Marie’s desk. “Hey, Marie, how’s the hottest receptionist in the whole company?”
She looked up from her desk at the young man with bright, and artificially red, hair. “Mike, you’re a great, if insincere, flatterer. What’cha need?”
“Wanna go to a party with me? It’s a warehouse party, this Saturday.”
He was good looking, but not really her type—he didn’t have the fetish, and he wasn’t on the upper management track. While he was a talented programmer, management regarded him as a flake, so he’d never be in line for the big bucks. However, as the hair indicated, he was wild and unconventional, and in that sense, a kindred spirit. At heart, Marie was still the goth girl in the hot little red dress. Nonetheless, she wasn’t available, and it would be good to let Mike know now. “Ohhhh, I’m sorry, Mike, but the guy I’m dating would have issues with that.”
“He doesn’t have to know, does he?” Mike smiled. He was obviously confident in his attractiveness, and she got the feeling that he knew she was—an alternative chick at heart. “Tell him you’re not feeling well.”
“Mike,” Marie smiled, “I appreciate the interest and the offer, but I am not available.” She paused. “Since I’m living with him, it would be—difficult—to fake illness,” she firmly said, hoping that he’d get the message. Don’t tempt me too much. I’ve got a great gig going with Colin right now, and I don’t think I want to screw it up on something as stupid and petty as trying to find out if you’re better than he is in bed. Even as she had the thought, some part of her actively doubted that Mike could be as good in bed—after all, she’d trained Colin personally.
“Oh. Um-um-well, um, I didn’t know that,” he stammered. “It’s not like you’ve got a picture or anything on your desk.” She frowned. She’d have to fix that. She needed a few photos of Colin and her together. “Any way, I thought somebody like you could get into a party like this. Dress up, dress down, dress funky, whatever. Live band, food, and lots of beer. Bring your own if you want something harder.” He looked as if he was going to leave, but paused. “E-mail me for directions and an invitation if you want… and bring your boyfriend, too,” he sighed in resignation. “You’re the only person in the department I’d even consider inviting to something like this. You just seem—that hip, underneath that secretary get-up. I know the people throwing it—they’re great, and you’ll like ’em.”
“Thank you, Mike.” Marie thought about it for a second. It was a chance to be unconventional and wild… something she’d missed living with George and Colin and having to be conventional—“the secretary gig,” as Mike had called it. As for Mike’s obvious interest, Colin would have to learn to defend his territory sooner or later. She sent Mike an e-mail before he’d even gotten out of her sight. “Cool! Send me the details!” After the boss left early, Marie spent the rest of the day figuring out how to convince Colin to go for it. This would be a hard sell; it was difficult enough to get him to go to a party where he knew most of the people. She finally decided that it had been two weeks, and she wasn’t sore any more. Marie knew exactly how to get what she wanted.
“Colin!” Marie exclaimed as he walked through the door after work at about six-thirty. She ran to greet him with a big, hungry wet kiss.
“Is this another after-work special?” he asked after he caught his breath. “I’m sorry, Marie, but I have to go back to the office tonight. Server issues,” he sighed.
“Ohhhh, I’m sorry,” she pouted, reaching to hide the holdered More that she had waiting on the table. Now was not a good time. She’d have to wait to seduce him into the party. After all, she had another three days.
Marie finally got her chance on Thursday night. He got home late again, but he kicked off his shoes and declared, “I’m glad that’s over,” to no one in particular. Marie was appropriately sympathetic, and let him relax, cooking dinner, and patiently listened to him recount his adventures of the past two days with the balky server. He needed to unwind, and leave work behind before she could start wrapping him around her finger again.
She encouraged him to play his newest computer game to relax while she busied herself cleaning the kitchen, only requesting that he use the headphones. She waited an hour, long enough for him to get thoroughly engrossed in the game, allowing her to get into the bedroom without being detected. Marie put on her slinkiest nightgown, one that Colin had never seen, grabbed the holder and the Mores, and snuck into the computer room. He was so absorbed in the action on the screen that he didn’t even hear the click of the lighter.
He only turned around when the smoke curled in front of his face. She leaned against the door frame, and took a long, deep drag, sighing the exhale through her lips, back slightly arched, knowing that it accented the curve of her breasts, and that he really liked to see her like that. Colin was so captivated that she heard the, “Whoa,” and watched him move the chair closer. The headphones popped off his head, because they were still plugged into the computer.
“Colin, I like this cigarette holder,” she purred before taking another long drag, holder held high. “But,” she resumed, lazily tilting her head and exhaling slowly through her lips, “it’s not long enough.” She turned, took another slow draw, and carefully, perfectly, executed a french-inhale. After a few seconds, Marie formed a perfect “O” with her lips, and silently exhaled, easing her chest forward. She dropped her voice, making it more throaty, beguiling. “I’d love to smoke a Virginia Circle in a really long holder for you. In public. As sexy as I can be. Would you like to see that?” He nodded urgently. “Come to the bedroom, and I’ll tell you more.”
A half-hour later, with the nightgown on the floor, Marie lit a Superslim in the holder he’d made for it. She tilted her head back, and exhaled through her nose. “There’s a party on Saturday, Colin. Buy me a long holder… and I’ll use it then.”
“How long?” he gasped as she began to stroke him.
Marie took a deliberate drag from the holder, exhaling again through her nose. “At least twelve inches. Black. Sexy.” He began to respond to her manipulations. She dragged again. “How ’bout it, stud? As sexy as you’ve ever imagined me… and the rest of the night, after the party… I’m all yours.” He surged in her hand, and she drew again on the holder, letting the backlit smoke flow slowly through her nostrils, giving him a good look. She hoped that he’d cum before she finished the cigarette; she maybe had two drags left. I wish they made these in 120’s. She stroked faster.
“Uhhh… Marie… oh god… oh god… Marie… you’re… you’re…” He was pumping at her fist. Marie took a quick, but deep drag, and exhaled forcefully through her nose. “Ohhhhhhhhh… fu-u-u-u-u-uck!!!” His cock pulsed and her hand was covered in cum. Marie put the cigarette out, continuing to stroke him and more cum dribbled out of his cock onto her hand as he groaned and twisted in ecstasy. His third spurt was weak. Marie waited before squeezing gently, causing a pearl to form at the tip of his cock.
She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked across the rim with the barest of touches, before picking the drop off. She smiled. “How about it, Colin? Long cigarette holder and a party Saturday?” He sighed in happy, and unconditional, agreement. Can I work ’em or what?
“Why are you dressed like that???” Colin asked.
“Because it’s a warehouse party,” Marie replied as she checked the fit of her favorite red dress. “You might even call it a rave.”
“A rave???!!!???” I can’t go to a rave!!! There’ll be drugs and… and… !!!!”
“Oh take a chill, Colin,” she replied. “I know about pee tests. I have to take one, too. So do a lot of the people who are going to be there. We don’t have to go anywhere near the druggies.”
“But… but…”
She waved the 14” black holder in front of his face. “But what?” Marie smiled. “After the party, Colin…” She turned and mimed taking a drag through the holder. “I will make sure that you are fucked out for the next week. And after you’ve recovered… I’ll do it again. No party, no wild goth girl, no begging necessary.”
That got his attention off the drug thing. “Really? No kidding?” She nodded. He looked at her. “Then what do I need to wear?”
The party was way cool. It was loud, the beer flowed freely, and many of the folks were her kind of people. As soon as Marie walked through the door, she wished she hadn’t had the nose ring removed when she had met Danny. She also cursed herself for being such a wuss when it came to tats—there was some awesome body art walking around the place. But she’d sold out—more or less. This was one night where she could let it all hang out. She led Colin to the beer; keeping him from gawking too much at the people—especially the one blonde chick in next to nothing.
She watched him; he was really a fish out of water at something like this. There were a lot of women who were smoking, but none with style. The last rave she had gone to was in Seattle, and she was quite the hit there, with the long holder, just like the one she had now, but she had her Fantasia 164’s then. Hot pink, six and a half inches long created almost 21 inches of pure attitude. Still, a Virginia Circle and her holder… she could get noticed. Besides, it would calm Colin down.
She handed her purse to Colin. She took her cigarette case out of it, and removed a Virginia Circle. She smiled impishly at him, and made a show of putting the cigarette into the holder. It was as much for anybody around them as for him. She held the long holder to her lips, and Colin had a flame for her (along with a bit of a woody) within instants. “Thank you,” she regally said, taking a long, exaggerated drag, and french-inhaling.
“Whoa, Ma-rie!” It was Mike. “You look really bitchin’.”
She took another drag, holder between her index and middle fingers near the end of the stem to accent the length of the assembled smoke. Pausing before slowly turning her head upwards, she blew a long, silent stream of smoke towards the warehouse rafters. “Hey Mike,” she smiled at him, sparing a moment to wink at Colin. “Colin,” she said, turning quickly, simultaneously tipping the holder more vertically, mindful of her extra-long smoke, “this is Mike Brown. He’s one of my co-workers and the guy who invited us.”
Colin extended his hand and they shook. Marie immediately saw that Mike was having a problem coming up with her and Colin equaling two. “We met on my scouting visit—you know, the relocation assistance in the company?” Mike nodded dumbly in response, obviously still trying to evaluate how Marie could have picked a geek like Colin. She took another draw on the holder, casually turning her head aside to exhale. She grabbed Colin’s arm. “He’s another computer guy, but we found out that we had a lot in common.” He likes to watch women smoke, and I smoke very well. I like guys with money that I can manipulate with sex, and he fits the bill perfectly. You don’t have a chance, so get over it, Mike. She posed with the holder, and Colin pulled her to him and kissed her. It may have looked impulsive, but Marie knew that she had elicited his reaction. As soon as he was clear, she brought the holder to her lips and—performed—for him. Her free hand dropped to the front of his pants. Yee-ha. Better start getting ready now.