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My Smoky Ladies - chapter 3
Date: 6/13/2024, Categories: Fiction Masturbation Voyeurism Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
... few more questions to finish my research, and she gave me her new phone number. I wrote it down and read it back to be sure I had it right. I entered it in my phone as a new contact and held the paper in my hand, staring at it a very long time. I desperately wanted to call but didn’t know what to say. Finally, I dialed. “Hello, Cassie? I hope you don’t mind but I got your new number from your mom.” “What do you want, Mr. Townsend?” She sounded wary and a little angry. “I wanted to apologize again and find out how you’re doing.” “Tim and I are getting married in three weeks.” I said the opposite of what I felt. “That’s great. Congratulations.” “Is there anything else?” “Would you be willing to do another interview?” “I asked you to marry me, and you turned me down! Do you understand how MUCH that HURT? I was sick of your interviews three years ago, and …” I interrupted, “Two hundred for half an hour?” “Um … uh … I guess. But no creepy stuff! Ask me questions, but no staring at me like a hungry lion.” “Of course. Thank you.” - Cassie wore jeans and a black blouse. I was pleased to see she was a fully mature and sexy woman, with an even more shapely body than before. I wasn’t happy to see a black eye mostly concealed by makeup, or the upset look on her face. I felt queasy and depressed when I saw an engagement ring on her finger. “Cassie, I’m so sorry about the past. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but …” “But you did. Let’s get to the ...
... questions.” “Sure. Please have a seat. Once I adjust the cameras, I’ll turn away from you.” “Okay.” She held an unlit cigarette in her hand and waited for me to get everything ready. I lived up to my word and sat with my back to her as I asked, “You said you were 13 when you started smoking?” “Yes.” “How long did it take before you liked it?” “I liked it right away, maybe on the third puff. I only coughed a couple times.” “What made you start?” She tapped the long ash off her cig and said, “I guess the appeal of it. I wanted to look grown up, and know what smoking felt like.” “Did you like the smell at first?” “I did, I really did. It smelled like home.” “Did you grow up around a lot of smokers?” “My Mom, my Dad, my Grandma, my aunts and uncles, all their friends. Everybody I knew smoked.” “When you started, did you inhale right away?” She smiled and said, “Yes, a lot. I love to smoke.” “Can you smoke where you work?” “We have smoke breaks, yes.” I asked, “What do you do?” “I'm a waitress.” “Do you like your job?” “I love it, most of the time. Most people are nice and give tips. One old guy always leaves me a fifty with his phone number written on it. I never call, but he still leaves me fifty a couple times a week.” I could hear a smile in her voice. I was tempted to offer her money for what I really wanted but behaved myself. I asked, “Can you smoke indoors at work?” “Not at this place, we go outside.” “Do a ...