My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5

... spare jacket, if you need one."

"I have one at home. It's not that cold." I draped it over her shoulders anyway and she smiled an adorable little smile as she put it on.

I asked, “I think I saw you leaving the middle school down the street yesterday?”

“Yeah. 7th grade ends next month. I can’t wait until summer!”

At the time, the minimum wage was only $3.25 per hour. I offered, "I'm a scientist doing some research. Would you like to do an interview with me when your parents are home? I'll pay you twenty dollars to answer questions for half an hour. Are you interested?"

"Twenty bucks! Sure." She tossed her cigarette butt into a puddle and said, "Thanks again." She wore the jacket home but I had a few others.

"No problem."

I did the usual two interviews at her house with her mother in the next room. She didn't say anything that stuck in my mind as unusual. I lost several months' worth of my notes when I moved years later, including anything I wrote during her first two interviews.

I still have all the original video recordings, including more than thirty with Cassie. I only recorded my next-most-frequent subjects, the lesbian couple, six times. The original video tapes are in boxes in my basement, and I made copies to bring to my office.

At the time of her first four or five interviews, Cassie was just another of my hundreds of research subjects. Later, after she turned 18, I slowly became obsessed with her.

The first time I recorded her, she was ...

... wearing black pants and a tan knitted sweater. Her only makeup seemed to be some pink lipstick. She also wore large hoop earrings and a 'purity' ring on her finger. The idea of purity rings always bothered me. Fathers giving girls a ring in exchange for a promise they would stay virgins seemed wrong, like a farmer controlling the breeding of his livestock. She was a person, not a goat or a chicken. A father being interested in the status of his child's private parts also seemed very disturbing.

I had her sit at the table as I stood behind the camera and tripod. "Thank you for agreeing to do an interview on camera, for the standard fifty dollars. I'm the only one who will see the recording. Anything you say or do here is confidential. I don't mind if people smoke in my basement. You need to be 18 to buy cigarettes in this state, but if you steal some from the shelf there, you're not buying them. For legal reasons, I need to say you shouldn't steal any of my cigarettes." I winked, then turned my back to plug some lights in. "But if you take a few packs while I'm not looking, I’ll try very hard not to catch you."

She giggled and said. "Cool. Thanks."

I slowly and loudly counted down from ten before I turned back toward her. I saw a pack of Marlboro lights in her hand and three more were missing from the shelf. She tapped the soft pack on her wrist a few times, then quickly pulled off the plastic wrap. In only a few seconds, she pulled the metalized paper away from the top ...