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My Smoky Ladies - chapter 3
Date: 6/13/2024, Categories: Fiction Masturbation Voyeurism Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
... lot of people there smoke?” “Yes, almost everybody.” “Any problems with your job?” “There was a sleazy guy once. He was bald with a scraggly beard. He pinched my butt when I walked past him. He did it again later, and the manager kicked him out.” I thought if I wasn’t careful, I might end up like that ‘sleazy guy’. “How much do you smoke?” “When I work, around 15 cigarettes a day. More on my days off, maybe a pack or 25.” “Would it surprise you to know a lot of men like watching women smoke?” “Well DUH! Why are you paying me again?” I laughed. “Touché! My research is actually about smoking fetishes, when people enjoy watching others smoke so much it becomes a problem.” “Turn around. You can watch me smoke. Just get it through your head that I’m never going to do more than talk to you. Maybe I’ll be a friend again if you try hard. I’m not going to kiss you or sleep with you, or anything like that.” “I know. I’m glad you’ll still talk to me.” “Good. And no flirting with me or saying I’m pretty. When you did that and then hurt me … that was terrible!” “I’m sorry, so very sorry!” “Good. Get your sorry butt over here and shut up while I smoke.” I sat across from her and stared. She did a lot of French inhales and double-pumps, which she knew I liked. On her third cigarette, she blew dozens and dozens of smoke rings. As she was about to leave I handed her four hundred instead of the two we agreed on before. “Thank you, Cassie. I ...
... really appreciate it.” She only took half of it, saying, “We have a deal, and stick to it. That way we know what to expect.” “Right. Thanks. When can you come over again?” “I’ll be busy until after our wedding on the 5th, then I’ll need to ask my husband.” She put the money in her purse. I said, “I noticed your eye. If somebody is hurting you, that’s not love. You …” She cut me off. “Do you love me enough to marry me next month?” “I … I …” I desperately wanted to say ‘yes’ but couldn’t. “Then shut up.” She walked out. The next morning I had a message from Cassie. “I’m sorry, Craig, but Tim doesn’t want me to see you or talk to you. I’m marrying him, but you’re just a friend, not really even that. Please don’t call. Bye.” I was sad but continued my work. A new class of girls had moved to town for college and needed to be interviewed. Many of them were cute or flirty while they smoked, but none could compare to Cassie. - Three years later, I got a call from her one night. “Craig, I hope you can help us. We need a place to stay for a little while, and maybe some money. Can we come talk to you?” “Sure …” “Good. We’ll be there in ten minutes.” She hung up before I could say I was busy at the moment. I told the girl I was interviewing I had an emergency and she needed to leave. I was surprised when a cab dropped off three people. Cassie had meant ‘we’ as in her and her four and six-year-old daughters, not Cassie and her husband. I didn’t even ...