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This is the first (perhaps only) erotic story I have
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Ron Webber
Renrut11@hotmail.com
Smoking Fetish
Friday, January 5, 2004Thursday, January 24, 2002
The Five "Vs"
    As long as I can remember I have enjoyed watching women
smoke.   During my high school days I can recall certain girls
who hung out together, and smoked cigarettes.  One of these girls
I had such a crush on.  She seemed so "alluring" to me during
those times that I would catch sight of her smoking with her
friends.  I even recall the night I was bold enough to ask her to
dance with me at a high school function.  We didn't progress
beyond that one dance, but it still finds its way into my memory
from time to time.  Funny how things like that have such a
lasting effect.   This story is about the effect of my fetish and
the road that it took me down.  If you have a smoking fetish, a
taste for bondage or kinky sex, you will enjoy my story.




     CHAPTER ONE

    I finished college rather late in life.   I did a stint in
the Navy after high school, and beyond that I took a year off to
travel and enjoy the freedom from the armed forces.  Once I got
started at Ohio State, I was a good student in the College of
Business Administration.  It was there that I met Kate in one of
my classes.  We dated steadily for three years.  She was blonde,
5'3", nice shape, accounting major and the sweetest southern
accent.  She was born and raised around Atlanta Georgia, her
parents owned a furniture store where she worked part time during
summer vacations.   She had planned to return to Atlanta after
getting her degree.  Once we started getting serious, that plan
fell by the wayside.  I finished college a year before Kate, and
while she and her friends took part time office work, I would
answer the phone when they were out on an assignment.  Kate
finished her degree, took an internship with an accounting firm,
and within a year took and passed the CPA exam for the State of
Ohio.  We got married after living together for a year and two
months.  I continued to support Kate and her girl friends by
answering the phone, and I even took part time job assignments
when there was nobody else to go.  Gradually the pool of girls
shrank due to graduations, employments, marriages and just about
every other excuse you can dream up.  We ran an ad in the local
paper, found some qualified girls for office work, and started a
temp help agency.  Kate got an offer from a firm down in
Cincinnati that provided us with benefits and a stable salary, so
we packed up and moved.  By this time I was so good at answering
the phone and sending girls out to work, I was looking at two
choices.  Pimping being illegal in all 50 states, and with prison
being a bad career move, I opened a temporary help agency.  Kate
would help out with the books; I did the interviews and hired the
girls (or guys).  After a year of work, I had three girls helping
me in the office and 50 others on the computer files willing to
take on part time job assignments.  We still needed Kate's salary
to live, but we managed to buy a small house and even talked of
having a child.  Kate went off the pill, the agency grew, and we
anticipated starting a family.   Kate was looking forward to a
time when she would only work for the agency doing accounting and
tax forms during the season.  After a year of trying, during a
routine physical, we learned that Kate would never have children.
 Our marriage was never the same after that.  The agency did
grow.  We branched out into employment.  Folks would register
with us to find work, and people would call us to find employees.
 We charged them both ways.  If we sent out a temporary helper,
and that person stayed, we made money.   The process was rather
simple.   Our clients would come in and pay us $20. To register
with our temp agency.   As jobs came in through our advertising,
we would send out one or more qualified applicants.  If the
employer liked our client, they would then pay us a $100. Fee. 
Skilled applicants were charged a higher fee, and some of our
better employers paid us $200-$300 each time we placed for them.
 My staff was referred to, as "Placement Specialists" Their job
was to maintain a neat appearance, and do an interview with the
people as they came in the door.  Our specialists would get all
the basic information down on a computerized form in plain
language.  Their skills and preferences were then coded into
boxes along the bottom of the form.  These coded boxes were what
actually matched the client to the employer.  The specialists
were instructed to get as much information about the client and
complete boxes without asking obvious question that employers
weren't allowed to ask.   For example:  Our PS would ask "If a
job comes up suddenly, which often happens, would you have
difficulty in obtaining a baby sitter?"    The answer might be
something like this "Well my mother baby sits my two kids and
since she doesn't work, I suppose she could help out, my
ex-husband only wants the kids on weekends once a month" Box #15
would then code 2DEXHNC meaning "2 kids divorced, ex-husband not
cooperative" Box #20 was my idea.  Our PS would ask "We
occasionally provide staff for evening functions where guests
would be smoking cigarettes/pipes/cigars, would you be
comfortable around smoking?"  An answer of "yeah, sure, I smoke
myself so I wouldn't be bothered in the least" would get a code
of YS.   What a coincidence that all my Position Specialist was
30 to 40 years old, neat, attractive, female and smokers.




       CHAPTER TWO


     Our tenth year in business was perhaps our best ever.  I got
a call from Stan Bender at Worldwide Promotions.   Stan was
booking a rock concert in Cincinnati and needed 200
ushers/security people for seating ticket holders and collecting
tickets at the door.   Large males for stage guarding, medium
sized males for ticket takers, women of all shapes and sizes for
ushers and to make sure ticket holders found their correct seats.
 In the temp business, 200 for a one day events was an army, and
at the time I doubted all the temp agencies in Ohio could fill
that request.  I bid the job double what we usually charge by the
hour, figuring I would have to out source from other agencies.  I
added $15. Each person for a yellow nylon jacket with "EVENT
STAFF" on the back, and the front had our logo and "WEBBER
STAFFING SERVICES- CINCINNATI".  Stan accepted by bid, and I set
to work finding 200 people.  The women weren't much of a problem,
but the men, now there's a trick.   Occasionally, during early
summer, I would get hooked up in a golfing foursome, which
included the coach of the local college football team.  Often
enough anyway that he and I knew one another by name.  My one
phone call to Mike secured 50 very large male employees.  I
ordered the jackets and my staff of PS's set to work getting the
boys into the data base, with our usual fee waived.  The jackets
arrived, the employees were all assigned to locations in the
auditorium, and the day of the concert was upon us.   Kate,
myself, and all of our Position Specialists also worked as
Supervisors.  We had 10 Registered Nurses equipped to handle any
health problems.  We covered all the bases and the concert came
off without a hitch.  The lead singer actually thanked us onstage
during their last set.  On the drive home, Kate and I figured the
business made as much as 10k for that one evening.  ($11,400.
actually).   We slept in the next day, which was Sunday.  Monday
morning rolled around, and I was late in arriving to the office.
On days such as this, Diane Jordan my leading PS would open the
office.  She was an attractive blonde, divorced with one kid, and
my "smoking buddy".  Often times we would take our breaks
together, occasionally lunches, and a good friend.  She knew the
workings of our business, trained the new PS's and seemed to be
able to read me like a book.  She sensed my moods as well as Kate
did and had told me of her past unfortunate history with the men
in her life.  The term "Gal Pal" fit Diane like a glove.
      Typical Monday I thought as I pulled my Jeep Grand Cherokee
into the parking lot.   The Real-estate Company across the shared
parking lot must be having all their agents in at one time for
breakfast.  It pissed me off whenever they did that because I had
to park in the next county.   I rounded the corner of our
building and stopped in my tracks.   There was a line of people
coming out of my offices.  There were at least 50 people, all
shapes and sizes standing in line.  My office seats were full
with more standing around.  Two more young ladies got in line
behind me before I could finish counting!!!!!  I worked my way
through the crowd up to Diane's desk "What's going on?"    Diane
flashed a look in my general direction "Been like this since I
unlocked the doors, Suzy, Jill, Jeanie and I have already input
40 apps this morning.  I called in Becky and I will need the
terminal in your office.  Don't under any circumstances take the
phones off "hold" because you will never manage to make an
outgoing call".   I took off my coat, and worked my way to my
corner office.   There were 10 more people in line behind the two
girls I had left behind and that was all I could see from my
window.  God Bless Rock Concerts!   We stayed like that all
morning long.  I sent one applicant out for Pizza at noon, and by
2 o'clock I was handing out printed blank forms to people in line
that they could fill out and return by mail with a check.  I told
them we would do a "phone interview" later in the week.  We
stayed open past 6pm, which was our usual closing time.  Diane
put the lock on the door at 6:30 after letting out Becky, Suzy,
Jill and Jeanie out.  She came into my office and collapsed into
a chair.  "Boss, I haven't had a cigarette all day, and I am
about to break Kate's favorite rule about smoking in the
offices."  I opened my desk drawer and took out my Marlboro Light
100's and lit one for her, and then one for myself.  Diane took a
slow, deep inhale, paused and exhaled a stream. "Good god, what a
day" she said taking her second cheek hallowing drag. "Thanks for
opening up for me this morning.  Did we even get to make an out
going phone call?"   " I didn't, and Bob and I were to have lunch
today.  Do you suppose he's pissed off about my not getting in
touch with him about our date?"  Bob was Diane's  man-da-jour
this month.  He had been divorced for 6 years and wasn't even
close to having a committed relationship in my opinion.  I had
shared that in the past with Diane, however he was convenient if
nothing else and Diane feared sitting at home alone all the time.
 We sat and smoked a few more cigs, took a quick look at the
computer, which showed total input apps for the day at over a
thousand.  Few would probably make it beyond the app fee as far
as the business was concerned, but our pool of available people
had quad duple today.  And that was certainly good for business.
     Tuesday was similar to Monday, but by Thursday things had
pretty much settled down to busy but manageable.   Friday was
spent mostly doing the mail in applications, and Saturday Jill
and Becky worked at the office with the blinds shut inputting the
last of the mail in applications and doing phone interviews. 
Monday morning around 10, Diane stuck her head in the door "Stan
Bender on line one".   "Stan how goes business?"  I asked. 
"Business is fantastic, first let me say thanks for help.  The
chamber of commerce members that showed up were very impressed. 
Also, the city gave me the go-ahead to book in a dozen more
concerts for the year.  They want your firm to provide just like
this last time.... Are you interested?"  I sat back in my leather
chair looking at the wall.  It must have seemed to Stan that I
had left the line for a bathroom break.  "Yeah, I think we could
handle twelve.  Are there any dates yet?"   I was stalling for
time.  A flood of thoughts streaked through my mind among them
worry, which passed, then "oh my god what kind of profit will I
get from this!!!!!  " The people at the permits division of the
city faxed a list over to me of non-conflicting dates of
scheduled events in town, the folks at the coliseum gave me a
list of open dates when they can rent to me.  I did an overlay of
the dates, and plugged in the available talent I wanted to bring
into Cincinnati.  The dates and players are still very, very,
preliminary, but I will fax what I have over to you.  What about
price?"   Thoughts were still buzzing around my mind like two
flies on a cow turd.  "My office was a disaster last week, but I
can do some quick figuring.  The price will be the same for 200,
however, if you need more help than just the 200, we can do a
"per body price" which would leave us open-ended".   "Excellent,
Ron I can't thank you enough.  Before I can sign the contracts
and permits, I need a contract for services from your firm.  Who
does your legal?"  "Jack Richfield at Richardson and Richfield
and I will give him a call this morning with the numbers."  
"Ron, I can't thank you enough!  I will put the dates into the
fax machine but I would caution you not to share this information
with anyone."  After I hung up the phone I made a beeline to
Diane's desk, which had our fax machine on a file cabinet behind
it.   "Break time," I said to Diane, motioning her to follow me
out the door.   "Jill, there is a fax coming, would you be so
kind as to just ignore it `til I get back.  It's personal."  
Jill just nodded her head in my direction and Diane and I left
the building to our usual smoking section around the corner.   I
lit Diane's cigarette, then mine; we took long drags, slow
exhales and paused.  "So what's the personal fax you got coming,
secret girlfriend?"  Diane was obviously in rare form today.  "No
actually better than sex, money and lots of it."  I told Diane of
the new developments.  She stood there with her mouth half open.
She took a long drag, paused, slow exhale straight up and then
said "Shit Ron, have you told Kate yet?"   "That will be my very
next call, I want to wait till the fax comes over so I have the
acts."  We finished our cigarettes chatting about what the effect
would be on the office.  I agreed to update the computer
software, and add some new positions and specialists.   The fax
was there when we returned; I snagged it off the machine and went
into my office.  I dialed the phone.  "Kate, guess what?  I have
some great news."  "I have some bad.   My father passed away
about an hour ago."




                                                          
CHAPTER THREE
     My Grand Cherokee was passing cars on Interstate 25 headed
south to Atlanta.  I had taken Kate to the airport two days ago,
and was now on the way to the funeral with additional clothes for
Kate and a small bag for myself with my best suit.  It was a very
sad time.  Kate was very close with her folks.  She was an only
child and her folks were like the best friends she never had. 
They were married forty or so years, raised Kate, and had retired
and sold their furniture store about four years ago.  They had
built a beautiful retirement home outside of Atlanta, and were
very active socially around town.   The funeral was the largest I
had ever been to.   I stayed a few nights then hit the road for
home and work, leaving Kate to spend some time with her mom. 
Once I was back at work, I marveled at how Diane had run the
office while I was gone.  I told her so too.  I was always very
aware of what the staff meant to a business.  I took the ladies
out to dinner one night at the Red Lobster (smoking section of
course) where we had good food and they shared the happenings of
the week that I was in Atlanta.  I picked Kate up at the airport
about ten days later.   Kate was grieving, a natural process that
takes time.  I was understanding and let her do her own things.
In an effort to take her mind off her loss, we took a drive one
afternoon south west of the city along River Road.   We found 20
acres of wooded land for sale, with a fantastic view of the
river.  Monday morning I walked over to the Real Estate company
on the other side of the parking lot and spent the first of our
twelve concert profits.   The following months seemed to go by in
a blur.  We hired a builder and modified an existing house plan
that he had done before.   4,000 sqft brick ranch style house
with a walk out basement to the river.  Four-car garage, master
bath with huge jetted tub, office, den, large living area and two
gas log fireplaces.  The kitchen was center back, with lots of
built ins, stainless steel face appliances.   Each time the
builder needed money; he got a "concert check".   At the end of
eight months, we moved in to this dream home, and the last
concert check paid it off full.  No mortgage.  Life was good eh?
Not according to Kate.  She was still very unhappy.  
      The following year was again filled with concert dates. 
Stan "the Man" was busy as ever, and we continued to follow on
his coat tails.  Kate and I took a cruise to the Bahamas.  Kate
visited her mom at least once a month for week or so at a time. 
I bought a new Grand Cherokee, silver with a leather interior.  I
took my Black Lab "Shadow" pheasant hunting down in Oklahoma. 
Kate would visit her mom.  I took a hunting trip to Wyoming, and
again Kate would visit her mom.  Aside from the cruse, Kate and I
spent very little of our free time together.  We grew further
apart.  Instead of being the luckiest, happiest couple on the
planet, we talked about splitting up.  Kate bought herself a new
Cadillac Seville, white with tan interior. I liked it so much; I
bought a blue one for myself.  We continued to make and spend
money like it was water.  I found a 1966 Cobra Kit car on the
web.   A quick trip to Chicago and it was mine.  I envisioned
Kate and I with the top down cruising around.  That didn't happen
though.  We ran out of things to buy actually.  The house had
everything we wanted, and the garage was full of my toys.   Kate
got a call from her mom one afternoon, with some bad news.  Her
health was declining, and soon she would be unable to get along
on her own.  Kate took a flight down to Atlanta and was there a
few days and gave me a call.   Her mom would have about a year
left, possible more, depending on how the cancer progressed.  
Kate had already made the decision to stay in Atlanta, as we had
talked of that possibility already.   She requested that I bring
down her Seville and more clothes, and I was soon on I-75 again
passing cars.  When I got to Atlanta, Kate and I had a real heart
to heart talk.   She wanted a divorce.  Her deal was simple and
well thought out.  She wanted her car and her savings plan, and I
would keep the house, the dog, and the toys and buy her half of
Webber Staffing Services.  Kate had contacted a National business
broker and had arranged for an appraisal of the business.   She
had taken the liberty of calling Jack Richfield our attorney to
draw up the divorce papers.  My mind was just numb when she
dropped me off at the Airport.   I stopped at a pay phone and fed
it my card.   "Good afternoon Webber Staffing Service, Diane
speaking."  "Hi Diane, it's me.  Can I get you to run by the
house and get my Cherokee and pick me up at the airport?"   "Hi
Ron, how's things in Atlanta?"   "Peachy"  "Can I bring the
Seville instead, more comfort for me in case I have to wait." 
"Cherokee please, I have to get the dog at the kennel on the way
home."   There was a long pause, then "OK, what flight are you
on?"  "Delta 754 getting in at 5:30pm, why don't you just drive
by baggage claim about 6 and I should be outside with my bags."
"See you then Ron, Bye" I don't remember much of that flight back
to Cincinnati.





  CHAPTER FOUR



            I was standing outside having a cigarette when Diane
pulled up in the Seville.  So much for instruction following on
her next annual appraisal I thought to myself as she popped trunk
for my suitcase, and I slid into the passenger seat.  "How was
the flight, and before you get pissed I got Shadow at the kennel
on the way to your house.  He was fed there.  And I love this
car."   "How much do I owe you for the kennel?"   "Nothing, I
used your spare Visa Card you keep hidden in your desk drawer." 
I decided to delete my mental entry about her instruction
following and just simple write "efficient as all get out" on the
annual employee appraisal.   Diane drove a little on the fast
side on the way to my house, but I didn't say anything.  I lit a
cigarette for her, as I didn't want her to take her eyes off the
road.  I filled her in on the happenings in Atlanta.  She wasn't
at all surprised.  We pulled into my garage about 30 minutes
after she picked me up.  I asked her in for a drink, but she
declined.   Shadow greeted me at the door, which was his custom.
I looked at the mail, glanced at the newspaper, poured myself an
"Absolut" Vodka over ice and cried
       The following day at the office I delved into the back
mail.  My thoughts of impending divorce took center stage most of
the day.  I reviewed contracts, checked out my savings plan
balances, and added up my total net worth should I get a loan for
the business buy out.   If I mortgaged the house, and robbed the
savings plan, I could possible come up with 750 thousand.  Even
if I sold off some my "toys", 800 thousand would be the top end.
I was pretty sure that any appraisal of the business would go
higher than 1.6 million.  Things didn't look too good.  Diane
called on the intercom, "Ron I have a coding problem, could you
come out here please."  Slightly annoyed, I wondered what the
hell I could help Miss Efficiency with, and walked out of the
office towards her desk.   Sitting in front of Diane's desk was a
positively striking woman.   "Ron this is Brenda Mallory, Brenda
this is Ron Webber. "  I reached out my hand to Brenda and she
shook my hand with a firm grip.  I could feel her long
fingernails on the bottom of my hand.  Brenda had dark red hair,
shoulder length and stood about 5'6" tall with blue/green eyes. 
What is this woman doing at my agency?  She's gorgeous I thought
to myself.  I cut my stare short to return to the business at
hand. "Ron, I think I have the coding here wrong.  Would you look
at boxes 15 to 20?"  I looked through the coding that Diane had
input. Brenda was very well qualified for every office position
created.  She was 37 years old, divorced with one kid, no problem
getting babysitters, on good terms with her ex-husband, and a
smoker.  I didn't see any problems with Diane's coding at all.  
"I don't see anything wrong with your coding Diane" I reached
across Diane's fingers and hit the update/enter button and the
computer took it no problem.  "There ya go Diane, it took it. 
What error message did you get the first time you tried?"   "The
screen just went blank on me Ron.  Damndist thing I ever saw."  
I said "Nice to meet you Brenda Mallory, I think we can find you
some employment within a week or so" I would have liked to stay
and stare at Brenda for another hour, but thinking that would be
rude, I excused myself and returned to my office.  I sat back in
my chair and looked out the window.  Before too long, Brenda
walked out to her car in her long black leather coat.  She was
sexy as HELL.  She was driving a red Taurus four door.   I
watched the door close behind her, there was a pause, then the
window came down part way.  A plume of smoke exited the window as
she backed out of the parking space.  What I wouldn't give to be
in the passenger seat with her right now. My short fantasy was
quickly interrupted. "Knock knock", Diane said as she slid
through my office door.  "Is that not the sexiest woman you ever
saw?  If I ever decide to become a lesbian I will look her up. 
What did you think?"  " So what was wrong with your terminal? 
Coding-schmoding, you wrote most of that stuff on the last
upgrade."   "Nothing was wrong with my terminal.  I wanted you to
meet Brenda and for her to meet you.  Just playing a little cupid
for you, didn't you enjoy the meeting?  And...we talked about
dating and she is not seeing anybody right now."   "Diane, have
you ever stopped to think that I might just be a little gun shy
right now?  I haven't dated anyone in 15 years, and with a
"Brenda" type woman, I guy like me would be asking for
rejection."  " What's wrong with a guy like you?  Brenda types
all have one thing in common Ronnie-know-it-all, they all are
looking for a great guy who treats them nicely, is honest, and
all the other great qualities you have.   So when are you going
to call her?"  " I'll think about it. OK"




CHAPTER FIVE
     


       Sometimes life just kind of steers you in certain
directions.  Like when you walk out the front door and have a
pile of snow falling on your head.  You know you are going to
have a bad day.  Tuesday morning I got the appraisal report on
the business.  Open market, 3 million minimum.  Shit.  Later that
same minute, I got a call from Jack Richfield.  Kate had given
him a call with the numbers on the business and she would like me
swing by his office and sign the papers and get them filed in
court.  Basically, I had 30 days to come up with a million and a
half dollars and buy her out.   If I failed to do that, the
business will be sold to the highest bidder with each of us
getting half.  Jack told me however, that the 3 million was a
"locked price" and even if  I couldn't come up with the loan, and
the business sold for more than 3million, Kate would only get 1.5
million.  Being a lover and not a fighter, I went by Jacks office
and signed the papers.  He filed them with the court later that
afternoon, and 30 days later the divorce would be final.  What
fun oh joy.  I was so tired of this divorce shit I could just
scream.   I was gazing out my office window when a red Taurus
pulled into the parking lot.  God is that Brenda Mallory I
thought.  I watched intently as the door opened.  Nah, short bald
guy going into the Realtors.   Get a grip Ron, what have you got
to loose.   I opened my lap drawer on my desk, inside was a print
out of Brenda Mallory.  I picked up the phone, dialed her number
and listened to it ring.  "Hello"  "Hi, is this Brenda Mallory?"
"Yes it is"  Such a soft voice.  God I could picture her.  "This
is Ron Webber at Webber Staffing services, and I think I have a
position you might like."  I sat back in my chair and took a
mouthful of coffee to calm my nervous throat.  "Hi Ron, Hmmm OK I
guess. But don't you usually buy a woman a drink first before you
try her in different positions?"    Coffee went everywhere. 
Across the desk, my file cabinet, out my nose.  She must have
sensed what had happened and she continued on.  " I think it's so
interesting how dating has changed over the years.  So efficient.
 Just call the girl up, tell her what position she should be in,
and boom.  She just drops whatever she happens to be doing at the
time and off ya go."  I'm laughing now almost hysterical, and
having trouble catching my breath.  "Brenda, stop, please! My
sides hurt and I have coffee all over my desk, my shirt, damn I
even splattered the door."  This time is was Brenda's turn to
laugh.   Giggle cough giggle.  Her voice was so soft.  I paused
for a minute.  " I would like to buy you a drink if your
available one evening this week" I deliberately chose my words.
Had I used "free" instead of available it would send her off into
another tangent.  "Tonight would be just great.  Do you know
where Fred's Bar and Grill is?  It's close to the intersection of
Rybolt and Taylor Roads"  "Freddie's, sure, my golfing buddies
like that place.   I need to change clothes after work but I live
only ten minutes from there down on River Road.  How does 7:30pm
sound."  " Of course you know that I live in Bridgetown about 2
miles from Freddie's, but then you know all kinds of things about
me don't you?"   "I would say the advantage lies with me yes. 
See you at 7:30"
      I pulled into Freddie's about 7:25 in the Grand Cherokee. 
I had showered and changed clothes.  I didn't see any red
Taurus's in the parking lot when I got there, so I didn't bother
looking around once I got inside.  Freddie's was a neighborhood
hangout.  Classic 70's style bar and restaurant.  The biggest
part of its charm was that nothing had been done to it in 30
years.  Being Thursday night the crowd just wasn't there.  I took
a booth in the bar section and looked around.  Save for me, one
other guy was watching the TV over the bar.  Some kind of game
show I think.  I was facing the window that looked out over
Rybolt Road sitting in a booth.  My back was towards the door. 
"Hi Ron" I turned and stood to greet Brenda as she approached the
booth.  She was wearing medium high heels, black slacks and a
dark green top.  She was just as gorgeous as I remembered.  She
slid into the booth, across from where I had been sitting.  She
noticed my Marlboro lights on the table, and reached into her
purse for her cigarettes.  Virginia Slims 120 Menthols.  I think
I was in for a show tonight.   The bartender was also the
cocktail waitress and given the size of the crowd tonight, they
were still over staffed.  "Miss, what can I get for you?"  
"Absolut Vodka over ice." Brenda replied.   "I'll have the same."
 The waitress was off with our order.  Brenda reached for her
pack of Virginia Slims as I reached for a Marlboro Light.  She
selected at cigarette with her long fingernails.  Deep burgundy
polish, probably a clear topcoat as well.  I reached over towards
her with my lighter and clicked as she leaned in towards me.  The
perfect light.   She took a long drag as she leaned back, held it
in for a few seconds, then exhaled a plume of perfect white smoke
towards the ceiling.  I was in heaven.  " Thank you, I thought
you might be a gentleman, even if you want to discuss sexual
positions before our first date."  She smiled so well.   Her
teeth could be used to sell orthidonture for dentists.  "In all
fairness to me, I never made any sexual references what so ever."
 Tonight was going to be an evening of banter; wether or not I
wanted it.  The waitress brought our drinks, and I paid with
ten-dollar bill.  She returned with my change momentarily, and I
left it lying on the table.  Our conversation moved right along
through all the basics.  How did I like being a businessman,
where did I come up the idea of an employment agency?  She talked
about her 10-year-old son Ryan and what he was up to.  She talked
of her ex-husband and what broke them up.   Tom was a middle
manager in some sort of a brokerage firm.  Did quit well too.  He
was a fitness buff, always lifting weights and going to the gym.
Apparently, he liked sharing his body with other fitness buffs
and not so much with Brenda. I could hardly imagine any man
turning a woman like Brenda loose.  Some fools have all the luck.
 Brenda got up, "I need to visit the little girls room."   She
reached into her purse and pulled out a lipstick, and leaving the
purse behind, she headed off to the ladies room armed with only
the lipstick.  When Brenda got back, I excused myself for the
same reason, and when I returned there were two fresh drinks and
change for a twenty sitting next to my change for a ten.  Not
wanting to get too smashed at the local pub, I suggested some
potato skins or something to help absorb the alcohol.   " I
ordered some already, with sour cream and chives.  They will be
up in about 10 minutes.  Time for another cig."  I leaned my
lighter over towards her, lit her Virginia Slim, and settled back
just to watch.  "So Brenda, you didn't put into your application
that you could read men's minds, select the right drink and
appetizer for them."  She giggled slightly and looked straight
into my eyes.  " I can tell you a few things about you.   You
like to watch me smoke for one"   "You do it so well, it's hard
not to recognize true talent when I see it."  It sounded rather
lame, but the Vodka was working its magic on me and I didn't care
if my life became an open book to this person.  I just had this
overwhelming trust in Brenda Mallory.  She was a goddess, and I
felt just humbled to be in her presence.  Our appetizer arrived a
few minutes later.  She dipped a skin into the sour cream and
placed it close to my mouth.   She watched intently for me to
open up, and she gently feed me the skin.  I bit off about half;
she dipped the rest back into the sour cream and poked it into
her mouth.  So yummy I thought.  What a wonderful evening this
was turning out to be.  We conversed and laughed.  She was
charming.  She smoked several more Virginia Slims, taking each
drag with watchful eyes to make sure I got the full effect.   I
didn't blush at all.  I was just enjoying every minute.   "Last
Call, can I get you two anything else?"  I looked at my watch,
midnight.  Shit, where did the time go?   I walked Brenda out to
her Taurus.  She put the lock in the door, pulled it open and
tossed her purse into the passenger seat.   She then turned
quickly to me, placed her hands under my arms and up to the
middle of my back.   I leaned over, and we kissed.  It was simple
and wonderful.  "Mister Webber, I had a wonderful evening
tonight, and I would like to see you again Friday night.  Would
you like to come over to my house, perhaps play a game or two?"
"Oh yes.   Can I bring something?"   "Just yourself, and mind
full of naughty thoughts." Was her reply.  I don't remember
driving home. 





 CHAPTER SIX


     The two days it took to get to Friday seemed like a month. 
Brenda had called the office a couple of times, usually talking
with Diane for bit before saying hi to me.   Diane was by now
aware of the success of our first date, and kidded me about going
to "the other side" and giving me competition.  I had spoken with
the business brokers that had done the appraisal on Webber
Staffing.  I had signed the listing papers yesterday and we were
officially for sale.  With interest and principle payments, I
just couldn't afford to keep the business with a loan that size.
Never mind, I had a date with a goddess tonight, and I just
didn't want to screw it up.
      I pulled into Brenda's address about 7:30pm.   Nice house
in a sub-division.  Lots of trees, large lots, real nice
neighborhood.   Brenda's house was a tri-level, brick veneer to
the front, two car garage and probably 10 years old.   I got to
the door just as it was opening and I entered.   After Brenda
took my coat, I paused for a minute to survey the living room. 
Very tasteful.  Brenda was into antiques and she had some really
great pieces.  I was turning around to comment on her home and
how comfortable I felt, when she surprised me by sliding her
hands under my arms again, and kissing me fully on the mouth,
just as she had done in the parking lot at Freddie's Bar Tuesday
night.  One difference this time, she didn't release me as
quickly, and she slid her hands down to my buttocks and held me
in close for a long time.   Our lips parted, Brenda opened her
eyes, and stepped back.  "Hi"   "Hi'    My head was starting to
spin.   Brenda looked fantastic.   Her eyes were done in
tri-color eye shadow, silver over grays and it set off her
blue/greens perfectly.   She was wearing black high heels, 4"
easy, and black nylons.   Burgundy skirt about knee length, and a
black satin top, which I couldn't see all of because it was
behind a short cardigan style sweater.   The sweater was buttoned
only high enough to cover her front hook bra, although it didn't
feel like she was wearing a typical bra.  Her breasts were
rounded on the topside, and a deep cleavage was obvious.  Brenda
had a body to die for.  "Like what you see?"  Her voice was so
soft it just melted me.  She could tell.  She had me eating out
of her hand.  "I'm going to be a bit bold this evening. 
Something not included in my resume is that I am very
presumptuous."   "I'm all yours" came out of my mouth in an
almost whisper.  "Good, follow me please"   I followed her down
to her lower level.  The was a short hallway leading to
family/game room.   I could see a gas log fireplace with was on,
but little else.  She stopped short of the French doors, and
motioned to a bathroom off the hallway to the right side. 
"Here's the bathroom, I would like you to freshen up, and put on
this really sexy outfit that's on the other doorknob, and then
step through that door."  I walked into the bathroom closing the
door behind me.  I could hear the French doors closing behind
Brenda.   It was a nice bathroom, nothing out of the ordinary,
except the "sexy outfit" she wanted me to wear was just a
blindfold.  Oh shit.   Ron Ron Ron.   I did as she requested,
emptied my bladder,  stripped off my clothes (completely bare
assed naked) and with my heart pounding at an alarming rate,
stepped through the other door.  Brenda was there waiting, she
slid her hands behind my back, kissed me on the mouth, and
whispered into my ear.   "Trust me completely.  This little
fantasy is mine and you're here for me to enjoy.  Follow my
instructions, and I will remove the blindfold in a few minutes.
OK?"  She could tell from my erection, that I was going to follow
her instructions to the letter.  Brenda took my hands and led me
to the right about 8 steps, then right again 8 steps and turned
me around.   I figured that I was in a back portion of the game
room.  "Sit down very slowly".   I did as she said, and my bare
buttocks were greeted with a terry cloth covered bench.  "Now I
want you to turn to your right, and lift your leg over the
bench."   Again, I did as she asked, and she moved around behind
my head, maintaining contact with me using soft touches and
scratches with her long fingernails.  "Now, lean back gently, and
lift your arms up and out please."  My god that soft voice.   I
felt a strap, two inches wide, being placed over my right wrist,
then snugged tight, and then my left wrist was treated the same
way.  "Comfy?"  "Quite"   Brenda moved around to the other end of
the bench, and gently lifted my ankles apart about 3ft and
strapped them to some sort of round rod, using the same type of
cuff.   I was comfortable, but completely helpless.    She
straddled me, leaned in and kissed me, and removed theblindfold.
     It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust; the
light was dim throughout the room.  Brenda stepped back away from
me to survey her work.  I was strapped to a modified weight
lifting bench.   The area was about 14x14ft and exercise
equipment lined the walls.  There was a small lamp in one corner
that provided the light for this area.  The fireplace and another
small lamp I couldn't see provided the rest of the light for the
entire game room.  Brenda (the goddess) had removed her skirt and
sweater.   Her satin top was actually a small wrap with side
strings left and right.   There was a small half bra holding up
her breasts, and straps from the belly button length bottom that
held up the black nylon hose.  Her pussy was mostly shaved, and
most inviting.  She made a quick turn and walked over to the bar
along the right hand wall.  She picked up a pack of Virginia
Slims 120's and walked back.  She removed a cigarette from the
fresh pack, and lit it.  Again she straddled me, and placed the
pack and lighter on a table of some sort behind my head.  "I
thought you might be ready for a little smokey show?"   That
voice, my god.  She was the sexiest woman.   She took a deep
drag, four seconds using my favorite split finger technique. 
Snap inhale, and slow exhale upwards.  She leaned in and kissed
me.  Her breath still fresh with smoke.  I had died and gone to
heaven.  I moved my cock as close as I could towards her vagina,
but she countered my move by leaning closer and further up.  A
grin crossed her lips.  "I'm not ready to start yet, I have to
tease you some more.  Are you in a hurry to get home?"  "I could
live like this.  No hurry at all" was my answer.  "That's good. 
My fantasy is the "five V's".  Its up to you to figure out which
one is a "V".  I like to play games, do you?"  "This game should
go on forever".   Again a slight grin.  She took another drag off
her VS, this time exhaling directly to my face, and I sucked in
what I could of her second hand smoke.  She leaned forward and
placed a nipple into my mouth.   I began to suck, gently licking
and sucking, and before long she exchanged the breast with the
other.  Her nipples reacted to my tongue, and each in turn got
very hard.   My licking also had an impact on her expression. 
She took longer, deeper inhales, each time the exhale went
slightly over my head.  Her eyes now had softened, and she was
very turned on.  Again I made an effort to insert myself in her
vagina, and again she countered.  "Are you ready for you first
V?"   "If it's a VAGINA, yes I am."  "It's not the first V, but
good guess.  Close your eyes."   I did as she told me, and she
gently lifted my head forward, and reached back to the table
behind my head.  I felt her nails on the top of my scalp, gently
tugging down towards my check.  It felt like a stocking cap was
being pulled down over my hair, however, it was rather long.  The
cap passed my ears, and slid over my eyes.  "Now since you like
sucking my nipples so much, I think you need a pacifier, so open
your mouth please."  I opened my mouth; Brenda inserted a large
rubber/plastic nipple.  My lips instinctively closed around the
"nipple".   The stocking cap continued down, over my nose and
chin.   She lifted my head forward with her left hand, and
operated a zipper in the back of the cap, which went downwards to
the middle of the neck.  "Open your eyes."  I did.  I could see
through a black mesh type screen.  What I thought was a stocking
cap was actually a bondage hood.  I had seen them in catalogs on
the web, but never in person.  I was visualizing it in my mind;
the model had "D rings" over each ear, leather back and sides. 
The model featured a variety of gags, this nipple being one of
the more popular and standard with the hood.  It had a breathing
tube through its center, and a quick breath told me I had the
right model in mind.  Snug fit too!  Did she know my size head
before hand or had she just guessed?  "Still comfy" she asked,
and I nodded up and down.  "If it should start to inhibit your
breathing let me know by making a fist with both hands."  She
stood back and admired her handy work again, and turned walking
over to the bar.  My head leaned forward from the headrest
attached to the bench.  She walked behind the bar getting a
bottle of Absolut and two shot glasses.  She walked back to me
and set the glasses down on the table behind my head.  I heard
the bottle cap twist open and the sound of her pouring one shot,
then the other.  Brenda knelt at my right side with a full shot
glass in her left hand, and an "aspirator" in her right.  I
recognized the aspirator as I had one in my bathroom for rinsing
out my ears.  It's a rubber bulb with a long tube for sucking and
squirting.   Holding the shot glass over the mesh, she sucked the
Vodka into the bulb, inserted the tube into the nipple and slowly
filled my mouth with vodka.  I swallowed slowly which is about
all you can do with the hood and gag that snug.  She looked over
to my hands to make sure my fists weren't clinched, and then took
the second shot glass to her own mouth.  Slow sip at first, then
downed the rest.  The glass had an imprint of her lipstick on it
when she set it back down on the table.  "Your first of the five
V's.  Vodka".  She reached behind my head for her Virginia Slims,
took one out of the packaged, placed it in the middle of her
mouth, and reached back for her lighter.  I heard the click of
the lighter, and watched her bring the flame to the end of the
slim.  She pulled hard on the Slim as the flame responded to the
end.  Leaving the cigarette dangling for the moment, she placed
the lighter back on the table.  "Another shot?"   I nodded my
head up and down.  Again the sound of two shots being poured
behind my head, only this time I could hear the sound of tearing
paper, and a stirring.   Again, she held the shot glass over the
mesh, and sucked up the vodka into the aspirator.  The tube was
inserted into the nipple and the liquid was again drained into my
mouth.  "One last little bit honey."  She repeated the process a
third time; however, the Absolute had a strange sweet taste to
it.  "If the vodka has a sweet taste, it's because you just got
your second V.  Viagra".   Sexy and diabolical.  God I loved this
woman.  She made a quick check of my fists as she took a deep
pull on her Slim.  Reaching again behind my head, she brought
forward a stainless steel ring about 2 inches in an oval diameter
and thick rubber band.  Dangling the Slim from the side of her
mouth, she passed the rubber band through the ring and back
through itself pulling tightly.   Two attached rings, one steel,
and one rubber.  Placing the rubber band over her right hand she
slid it back behind her knuckles with the steel ring behind her
thumb.  She took another drag on her Slim, reached back to the
table for her shot, quick exhale, and then downed the shot. 
"Watch closely now."  I leaned forward as she went down to my
cock.  First her tongue did a lap or two around the head, then a
short suck.  Exquisite.  She took a drag on the Slim, held it in,
and placed her mouth fully over my penis and slowly exhaled. 
Looking back for my approval, again she took her tongue and right
hand to the top of my cock.  This time, her tongue flipped the
steel ring over the head of my penis, and with a slow deliberate
suck, pulled my penis into her mouth as the ring went down it's
shaft.   Brenda completed the maneuver by placing her long
fingernails around my scrotum, squeezing tightly, and with a
quick downward motion with her right hand, the rubber band
slipped quickly around my testicles.  Ouch!  Taking a quick
mental inventory here.   My wrists and ankles were bound, I was
gagged and couldn't scream, and now "the boys" were trussed up as
well.  What could possible be next.  I was about to find out. 
Brenda stood up, and straddled me directly over my swollen cock.
Taking a drag on her Slim, she leaned in and gave me a face full.
 She reached behind the headrest to the table and produced a long
burgundy silk scarf.  Dangling the Slim from the center of her
mouth, the scarf went behind the headrest, and then each half was
pulled forward over my shoulders.  Next she crossed the scarf
over my neck, and then back behind the headrest again.  Crossing
the scarf a second time behind my head, she pulled the two ends
up through the "D" rings over my ears.   Back behind the headrest
again and tied a knot.  Now my head was immobilized.  I gave up
guessing, just laid there enjoying.  The vodka was working it's
magic again.  My head was starting to spin.  "Now then, my
favorite part.  The next three V's, and all at once too.  Any
guesses?  Would you like a cigarette to think on?"  Brenda held
the pack of Virginia Slims over the mesh.  Taking out one, she
placed it into the nipple tube.  Pausing, she said, "Guessed the
next three yet?"  I responded with an upward thrust from my
waist, and this time the arrow hit home.  She twitched with a
startle, and then settled down on my cock.  She was so wet and
warm.  I tried to move up and down but Brenda recovered and put
her body weight down on my waist holding me to the bench.  "Can't
guess huh?"  "Well, here is your last clue, I like to watch you
smoke as much as you like to watch me."  She inserted two more
cigarettes into the nose holes in the hood.  The lighter flicked,
and she put the flame to one after the other of the Slims.  The
menthol smoke filled my lungs.  Between the nicotine and the
vodka, and the viagra, my head was really spinning.  Brenda
lifted her weight a little, and lit a Slim for herself.  She
began a rhythmic motion up and down on me.  All this had an
effect on her too.   She seemed to gaze past me towards the back
wall when her expression changed.  Her lips pursed together.  I
heard her whisper a soft "shit", and then felt a small squirt on
my stomach.  She followed with a more intense up and down motion
followed by a much harder and fluid squirt on my stomach.  "God
damn it."  Brenda was now moving up and down on me and quickly
another orgasm hit her.  She barely had time to get the Slim from
her lips, and dig her nails into my shoulders when the flood
started.  She rocked back and forth, her body in uncontrollable
orgasm.  When the flow subsided, she lifted her body up. "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted us to come together and I couldn't
stop."  Shifting just slightly higher, she cleared my cock from
her vagina, reached down and carefully removed the rubber band
holding my balls in check, and with so much fluid present, she
had no trouble getting the cock ring off.  She reinserted me and
began her rhythmic motion.  I felt the fluids rising in me.   The
smoke from the three cigarettes blocked my vision of Brenda but I
could imagine what we looked like.  The thought was so erotic, my
orgasm started.  I couldn't hold it back any longer, and I began
to empty my load.  With the sudden arching of my back, Brenda too
began to shudder.  Again her long nails dug into my shoulders.  
"That's much better" was all she could say, and we both drained
simultaneously. I could feel the fluids running down my crotch to
the terry cloth bench.
   We paused for a moment.  Brenda reached forward and removed
the Slims from their assignments.  Placing them in the ashtray,
she reached behind my head and removed the scarf.  Pulling my
head forward, she unzipped the hood and removed it.  Then a long
long kiss.  She started to reach for my wrists when I said, "Hey,
my fists aren't clinched yet, you can't stop."   She grinned and
laughed.  "I didn't give you Viagra in the the vodka.  It was a
packet of SweetnLow.  I was just messing with your mind."  Brenda
continued untying me, and excused herself to the bathroom.  When
she came back she brought with her a warm water soaked hand
towel.  She was naked and started to wipe me off.  "I think I
really trashed my sexy outfit.  My nylons are soaked!"  "I'll buy
you some new ones."   Brenda finished cleaning me off and led me
by the hand over to the fireplace.  Soft light, warm fire, and
two naked bodies.  We reclined on the floor between Afghans and
cushions from the couch.   "When did you come up with your 5 V's
fantasy?" I asked.  She grinned.  "It's a long story.  To make it
short, I have enjoyed watching men smoke since I was in high
school.  My ex-husband didn't like my smoking and wouldn't ever
try anything new sexually.  Unless of course it was another
partner.   When we had drinks the other night, and you truly
enjoyed watching me smoking, I started combining all my urges
into the evening plans and it just kept getting more and more
complicated and I can't tell you how much I was looking forward
to this evening."  I put my arms around her, and gave her a soft
kiss.  I whispered in her ear " you can have your way with me
anytime you want."  We talked for a while; she asked me if I
wanted some more sex, however, I was exhausted.  We fell asleep
in each other's arms.   We must have slept 8 hours or so, but it
was still relatively early Saturday morning.  We showered
together in the downstairs bathroom.  I needed to leave so she
could go get her son Ryan, but we both wanted to see each other.
It was agreed that I would stop and get some steaks for the grill
and she and Ryan both would come for dinner.   The drive to my
house was very short.  (How handy I thought).  I got the mail
from the box out of the car window, drove into the garage and let
out Shadow.   What's this, a voice mail?   I pushed the play
button on the answering machine.   "Ron this is Chuck Gentry from
National Business Brokers.   We have a firm offer from a large
employment company out of New York.  They wanted to expand into
Ohio anyway, and your firm was just what they needed.  They
agreed to keep on your existing staff and would like you to stay
on for a year to transition the concert business.  Call me on
Monday Ron, I don't think we'll do much better than SIX AND A
HALF MILLION DOLLARS and to me it's more than what you expected.
  I thought Hell, I don't know what to expect anymore.








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