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 Lisa

   It was my first job and I was mighty proud of it.  With a master in
engineering from a nondescript little college in the mid west, I couldn't
have done better.  With a job in a smaller but quite exquisite company in
the Silicon Valley, I had done far better than I could have expected.  I
had started enthusiastically in my new job as a junior SW developer.  I had
found out in college I could see myself as quite talented.  Things over
which others would brood for days came to me very easy.  I had even
attracted some animosity upon me for my excessive use of the words
"evident" or "easy".  One day I came to work, eager to prove my skills
anew, when I found a message to come to my bosses' office at once.  My
boss...  I had seen her only briefly, during the interview.  While some of
my future work mates probed my skills, she had kept in the background and
had only shaken my hand, without many words.  A nod of her and I was hired.
Yet, even thou I had only seconds to see her from close up, she had left me
deeply impressed.  A tall woman of about 5"10 clad in a business suite that
didn't reveal much except she had a perfect figure, full but without a
single ounce in excess.  What her skirt left uncovered of her legs, looked
sexier than I have ever seen in a woman, wonderful knees, perfectly rounded
calves and almost delicate feet in very elegant and extremely expensive
shoes.  Her face was stern, but still feminine, with big brown eyes and
high cheekbones.  Her hair was combed back and turned into a bun at the
back of her head.  I had smelled a trace of smoke around her.  She
incorporated my absolute dream of a woman: self-confident, a figure like a
goddess and a relentless avid smoker, or so I hoped she would turn out to
be.  I could imagine no reason for an interview, except she would want to
summarize my progress in the company and, or at least so I hoped, she would
appraise my contribution to the project I was assigned to.  Within two
month I had already found some occasions to prove that I was a bit more
than just another code hacker.  I knocked at her door and she invited me
in. As suitable for a CEO, she had a wonderful corner office with huge
window panes on two walls.  The furniture matched her appearance,
expensive, but unostentatious.  It smelled of smoke, just as I had half
expected, half hoped for.  To my dismay she didn't smoke right then.  All I
could see was a full ashtray and it struck me that the butts were all
brown. Probably Mores, I guessed, even thou the smell I had sensed upon
entering the room was a bit peculiar.  She asked me to sit in the chair in
front of her desk.  However, she came round and propped herself against the
rim of her desk, arms folded over her chest, facing me.  The tips of her
shoes almost touched mine.  `You know why I summoned you here?' I didn't
like the sound of her voice.  It didn't sound like she was going to say
something nice.  No, not at all. `No.' was all I dared to say. `You have
been here how long?  Two month?  Didn't take you long to make enemies, did
it?' I was perplexed.  What on earth was she talking about?  I thought I
had made friends by helping some of the guys to find bugs.  I had been on
quite friendly terms with everybody so far and I certainly hadn't had a row
of any kind.  She understood my silence. `I can see you don't know what I'm
talking about.  All right, I don't want to keep you in the dark.  Let me
tell you one thing.  If I weren't sure you are quite gifted in your job and
if you hadn't already saved us a pile of money in terms of testing time,
you would have been out of here after the first week.' `But why, what have
I done?' `Well, first of all you're quite arrogant.  You may be oblivious
of this yourself, but that's the way most of your colleagues see you. 
Granted, you can be brilliant at times, but when it comes to the amount of
errors in your programming you're just average.  Without that occasional
streak of genius when it comes to the work of other people, you wouldn't be
more than the average geek that can write a complete database application
in one weekend, yet is unable to fit into a team, where readability and
correct interfacing are by far more important then quick and brilliant
coding.' I looked at her in shock.  I could smell her perfume, her sweat
and her tar loaded breath of a heavy smoker and I would have certainly made
an ass of myself with a clearly visible hard one in my pants.  But under
the circumstances I had other things on my mind.  Something had gone
terribly wrong.  True enough, while in college I hadn't made only friends,
yet all in all I had been treated very friendly by most of my fellow
students.  `So, your relative arrogance and the fact that you have on
several occasions made some senior engineers look like dumb asses, even
worse, doing this with others listening hasn't won you any sympathies.  I
have one threat of a notice, one notice and a pile of complaints about you.
I sure don't know what to do with you.  With all your talent, you still
couldn't replace any of the guys who refuse to work on the same project
with you, not yet at least, but on the other hand you might well turn out
to be a gold mine.  I incline to trade you in for the sake of peace in our
little family.' She sized my up in silence for a while.  Her severe
demeanor had softened up a bit and I saw light at the end of the tunnel. 
The urgent wish to try and make up for my errors rose.  I swore an oath to
keep my buoyancy under control. `Please, don't do that.  I'll change.  I
know I can.  I will stick to my own business and try to improve my work,
but please don't send me home.' Against my will I sounded whiny.  That made
her smile.  It was a slightly wicked one, but a smile it was. `All right.
You can have your second chance.  But you will have to hold back when
talking to the other guys, stick to your own business and!...' she made a
pause. `And you will have to undergo a test.' Again, I looked at her
perplexed.  I simply had no idea what kind of test that would be. `I have a
friend, Lisa.  I will introduce you to her tonight at my place.  If you can
make friends with her, I will keep you on the team.  If not...' I guess my
eyes must have looked like they would pop out of their sockets any moment.
I couldn't believe my ears.  What was that supposed to mean?  Did she want
to use me as a gigolo on her friend or what?  Maybe her friend was ugly, or
fat and smelly or an old hag, or all of it and in desperate need of a lay.
I had a mind of telling her to go screw herself and walk straight out of it
all, but to my luck I wasn't able to utter a word.  She gave me her address
and told me to be at her place at eight precisely.  I went back to my desk
and pretended to work, but I wasn't able to neither write a single line of
code nor leave my desk.  That way at least I stayed out of the line of
fire. Eight a clock approached fast.  I had no idea what to expect, but
feared the worst.  I had never been able to understand how a gigolo or male
hooker could stand his man with any woman that would pay for his services.
How can you get a hard one if the woman isn't sexy?  I had always been
extremely picky about women.  Not that I liked a special type of woman.  It
was just that not every woman would light that spark in me.  Often enough I
had to drop dead a starting relationship because I quickly found the girl
couldn't arouse me.  There was of course a special side to it.  I had
always been attracted to strong, self-assured, yet feminine women.  Well
built, but not heavy or muscular, dedicated smokers and the slightest hint
of a volcano of passion underneath a severe appearance, that was the woman
of my dreams, whether she was tall or of medium height, blonde, redheaded
or darkish.  I had no preference of ethnicity either.  My boss matched that
prototype better than any woman I had ever met, but of course she was
totally out of the question.  Apart from the implications of an affair with
even a co-worker, after what I had heard from her, I would rather be struck
by lighting than have the tiniest chance of getting close to her.  That
much was absolutely clear to me.  I arrived a bit early and decided to
wait. I wouldn't want to raise a false impression.  Not that I had much
hopes, but if there was the smallest chance, why ruin it.  I rang the bell.
My boss opened the door and invited me in.  She didn't look much different,
except she wore a sweater of sorts.  The only thing remarkable was that I
could see now that she had no blazer on that her breasts were pretty
impressive.  She asked me to wait in another room for her friend Lisa.  She
might join us later.  I entered the room and was surprised by the
semi-darkness inside.  I could hardly make out much, except some odd pieces
of furniture.  The only light was a floor lamp and it was dimmed too. 
After maybe ten minutes a door in the opposite wall opened and Lisa came
in. Whatever I had expected, she was nothing of it.  She was in fact even
closer to the woman of my dreams than my boss.  A bit taller than my boss,
well built like her, her hair rich and hanging free to her shoulders and as
much as I could make out, a pretty face, heavily made up, but in an expert
way.  She had a dress made of fine leather or something that looked like it
with a row of buttons in front and no sleeves, leaving her arms bare.  Her
shoulders were broad but rounded and her hips were generous and very well
shaped.  Her left hand was in the shadow, but then she took it up to her
face and I saw a long cigar in it.  That gave me a jolt.  She puffed till
it had a nice cherry on its end and than took a long drag and inhaled
lustfully.  Spreading wisps of smoke she said in a very low and husky
voice: `What are you waiting for, you shmock.  Get undressed and on the
bed.' She turned the lampshade a bit and I saw to my left a bed with a
metal frame on each end.  A pair of cuffs dangled from the head end frame.
That gave me the creeps.  Whatever I had anticipated, I wasn't prepared for
a session of BDSM!  I am an open minded person and as I have myself a crack
for female smokers, I had a more tolerant attitude towards other unusual
sexual preferences than most "straight" people.  Yet brutality had never
been part of my wet dreams.  Domination maybe, but nothing involving
physical abuse in any form.  Yet I wanted to keep my job.  From all I knew
about S&M practices, the passive part had the right to ask for an end
anytime.  I would have to see how much I could take.  I stripped off my
clothes and stretched on the bed.  She clenched the cigar between her teeth
and took my wrists one at a time and closed the cuffs around them.  Then
she did the same with my ankles.  My movements were now very much impaired.
The cuffs were lined with leather and not very tight, so I could move my
limbs a few inches.  She inspected my naked body while she smoked her cigar
with obvious pleasure, taking long drags and deep inhales, blowing long
streams of dense smoke over my body.  The smoke smelt surprisingly fine and
spicy.  I was a bit afraid of what was to come and nowhere near any form of
arousal.  My dick hang shriveled between my legs.  With a single motion of
her hand she tore open the front of her dress and dropped it to the floor.
Underneath she had only a supporting bra that left her nipples uncovered
and a girdle round her hips to which she had attached black net stockings.
Nothing covered the inside of her thighs.  Her tuft was small and black
like her hair.  From a chair she lifted a whip and I froze.  Now I would
get it!  She carefully stripped the cigar of its ashes and placed it back
between her teeth, immediately starting to puff and occasionally inhale
from it.  She came close to the bed and I cramped in expectation of the
first blow.  But no!  She did nothing of the likes.  Instead she caressed
me with the end of the whip, drawing lines along my chest, around my face
and lifting my limp dick with it, all the while she blew smoke in my face.
I was still tense but as nothing bad happened, I could admire her body a
bit more.  Indeed she looked gorgeous.  Her breasts were incredible.  Of
perfect pear shape, big and firm, with huge erect nipples.  She had
marvelous slightly tanned skin with the glint of silk on it.  Her face was
a bit paler and ruddier, probably from smoking, but still not ungainly so.
To me that added to her attraction.  She climbed the bed and sat directly
over my intimate parts.  I could feel her pubic hair tickling my limp dick.
She leant over till the glowing end of her cigar was only inches away from
my face and started to blow smoke in my face.  I began to wonder what she
was after, but I didn't dare to ask.  She slapped my hips slightly with her
whip, but it was in no way painful.  Even thou the proximity of her heavily
painted face and the smoke billowing out of her mouth and nose were pretty
exciting, I was still tense and feared what might still come.  She took a
huge drag and then she removed the cigar and closing in to my face till her
lips were almost touching mine she started to speak, blowing smoke directly
into my mouth and nose: `Scare you, don't I?  Wouldn't you want to run
away? But you can't, can you?  I'm your master and I can do what I want
with you.  The smoke chokes you, doesn't it?  But you don't dare to turn
away.  It will cost you your job, won't it?  Aaaah, I have power over you!
Look at you, you can't even get a hard one!  What a shmock!  It's so good
to see you men humiliated!  Where's your machismo now?' Should that be it?
I felt her cunt getting wet.  Was all she wanted to humiliate me?  Just
that?  No spanking, no lashing?  I wave of relief ran over my body and now
the proximity of such a queen-like woman started to work on me.  The smell
of the smoke coming from her did the rest.  My dick sprang to life.  By
what incredible miracle I don't know and I still think that what happened
by chance changed everything, but my swelling dick found its way directly
into her vagina.  She shuddered and lent back, gasping and moaning. `What
the fuck are you doing' she kept shouting between moans of pleasure. 
Suddenly she lent forward again, forced my lips open with her tongue and
pushed her saliva in my mouth, maybe in an attempt to disgust me with the
brownish secretion saturated with tar from her cigar.  The effect was the
opposite of what she might have expected.  I grew even more excited and my
pelvis arched up and down like on it's own.  She gave up to the sensation
now and started to kiss me and suck on me like crazy.  Within minutes waves
over waves of an interminable orgasm shook her body.  I felt her vagina
contract rhythmically over and over again.  Then I came with the force of a
volcano.  God knows, this was the best fuck I had ever had!  She collapsed
over me and I felt her still erect nipples dig into the flesh of my chest.
She fought for breath for a long time and then she pushed herself up and I
saw the anger on her face. `Damn you!  I wanted to dwarf you and what did
you do instead?  You God damn fucked my brains out!' she rose from the bed
and disappeared thru the door she had used to come in.  Now what?  Was I
supposed to yell for someone to come and release me?  I waited, hoping that
someone might come and after a couple of minutes my boss came in and
without a word opened the cuffs and left again.  I was a bit ashamed she
had seen me like that, but on the other hand it had been her friend who had
done this to me.  I found some paper napkins and cleansed myself as best as
I could, as I didn't dare to look for a bathroom, then I dressed quickly
and disappeared without seeing either of them.  I wondered what had
happened.  Had this Lisa character planned it that way or had it happened
spontaneous?  She might have planned to just show off, but by who knows
what miracle I had caught her with my dick in a way she wasn't able to
resist.  But what did it matter?  She had left angry and that would
probably cost me my job.  I even considered staying away from the company,
as I saw little hope of keeping my job.  But then habit got the better of
me and I went to work like always, but expecting to just get my papers or
at least the notice for the end of the month.  I found a message all right
to come to my boss immediately and I was sure of the outcome.  To my
surprise my boss received me with the closest thing to a smile she probably
would allow herself to show in her position as CEO.  She offered me not
only a seat but also a cup of coffee and then she even asked me to call her
Monica.  Things cleared up a bit when she started to speak. `Well Lisa
wasn't exactly satisfied of what happened yesterday, but she said she might
be inclined to give you a second chance.  Till then you're on probation. 
Personally I must say I am impressed.  Neither of your predecessors I have
recommended Lisa has had this effect on her.  There must be something about
you, I can't place.  By the way, do you mind if I smoke?  I usually don't
do that in front of my employees, even thou it's no secret I am a smoker,
but I had already been sort of intimate with you, so I can as well smoke
now.' Her words puzzled me a bit, but I was soon distracted by what she did
next.  She took something out of a little square cardboard box, about four
inches each side and half an inch thick.  The box was dark red, with gold
on the sides and the word MOODS written in golden letters on the upper
side. Beneath it the smaller word Filter told me they must be cigarettes
but of a brand I had never seen before.  Yet what she took to her lips and
lit, even thou it looked like a King Size cigarette, was a small cigarillo.
It smelled strong but quite pleasant and sweetish.  She blew a big plume of
smoke up in the air above us by tilting her head backwards. `I can see
you're puzzled.  Actually that's one of the reasons I try not to smoke in
public places.  These are filter cigarillos.  They're made in Germany, but
I found an importer.  We had a customer here some time ago and he
introduced me to these little beasts.  I fell in love to with them
instantly.' Like to demonstrate her words, she took a good drag and after
inhaling with half closed eyes, a sign of the pleasure these cigarillos
gave her, she went on talking, puffing smoke in my face. `They're not
extremely expensive, certainly not judging by their quality and superior to
any cigarette.  I love the way the smoke slides down my throat and I adore
the sweetish taste they leave on my tongue.  I'm afraid I smoke more of
these little devils than I used to when I smoked cigarettes.  There are
days when I need two of these boxes.  They're simply too good.  Only a real
fine Cuban is better, but I can't just smoke Cubans all the time.  My
little Moods are just perfect for a short smoke whenever I can squeeze one
in.' she smoked away filling the room with the aromatic smoke of her
foreign cigarillos.  I had to leave before my dick gave me away.  She
looked so fucking gorgeous I feared I might be doing something rash.  She
told me hastily that I was expected the next day, same place, same hour. 
After I closed her door and had sprinted to the restroom to let my dick
cool down, which had taken almost it's full size now, showing clearly thru
my jeans, I came to realize that even thou the outcome may have been
different of what Lisa had expected, she wanted to see me again.  Maybe she
wanted to try to humiliate me again, hoping I couldn't get a hard one, or
maybe she wanted to simply repeat what had happened.  I would find out. 
Anyway something must have gone well, thou, judging by the unbelievably
friendly treatment by my boss, Monica, totally different from her pissed
off attitude the day before.  Theories chased each other on my mind.  Maybe
they were lovers and Monica wanted to get rid of Lisa.  Maybe Monica didn't
agree of what Lisa did and was somehow satisfied Lisa had found her master,
sort of.  What was I to expect the next day?  Would she abuse me with her
whip or worse?  Or would she...?  Well, there was no reason to expect she
would just fuck me.  Accidents happen, but if she was set on humiliating
men, she wouldn't allow for a repetition.  The hours dragged on endlessly.
I died of curiosity even thou I was a bit afraid that things might still
take a nasty turn.  Finally, the next night came. Like before, Monica
showed me in but left me alone and I entered the "torture" room.  I decided
to please Lisa by undressing and even putting on the cuffs.  After maybe
ten minutes, Lisa came in, this time already undressed.  She didn't say a
word, but instead she blindfolded me.  She tried a different variation on
me this time.  Like to challenge me to do it again, her slit was there
covering my dick.  I could only feel what she did.  Apparently she hadn't
figured out that it had been her cigar that had actually turned me on. 
Knowing I didn't have to fear real hard spanking, I took great pleasure in
sniffing her breath.  She blew smoke all around me, teased me by dripping
her saliva on my lips and then she took my nose between her teeth and
exhaled into it.  She hadn't dragged on her cigar before so there wasn't
much smoke on her breath.  Instead I smelled the residues of innumerable
cigars and cigarettes, a smell that never fails on me and is maybe my
greatest turn on.  Miraculously it happened all over again.  This time she
gave in on the spot and we had on hell of a fuck again and a longer one
too. Like before she played the angry one even thou less convincing this
time.  Maybe it was wishful thinking, but maybe she was softening up. This
time Monica came to release me, but she was friendly and invited me to take
a shower in the spare bathroom.  I was enjoying the hot water when someone
extinguished the light.  The door of the shower cabin opened and I felt a
hot body touching mine.  Lisa again.  Maybe she hoped that I wouldn't be
able to bring it up again, or maybe she just wanted another good fuck.  Now
that I held her in my arms, her body felt incredibly good.  She was only
about three inches shorter than me and maybe a bit heavier, but I loved it
like that.  We kissed like mad and soon enough my dick was ready to service
her again.  She got hold on my neck and encircled me with her long legs.  I
pushed her against the wall and gave her a good workout.  On and off I
could smell her wonderful smoker's breath and every time I had the illusion
my dick would swell even more.  I rammed my dick into her in a crazy
frantic rhythm.  She cried in ecstasy on top of her deep throaty voice. 
Finally her orgasm took her over and she almost choked me with her embrace.
I kept ramming and held her on the plateau of her orgasm for an endless
time.  Finally I could hold back no more and shot off into her.  We almost
fell to the floor and sat there under the hot water of the shower with
entangled limbs, unable to get up.  I took advantage of the situation to
fondle her breasts a bit.  They were incredible.  Finally she pushed me
away, stumbled out of the shower and disappeared not forgetting to turn the
light on.  I showered a bit more and then dried and took my clothes on. 
Monica was there this time to say good night.  I saw something that I was
to remember later, but then and there I didn't give it a second thought. 
Her hair seemed wet, even thou she had turned it into her usual bun. I went
home elated.  Not only had I given Lisa a good workout, but she had even
come back for a second round.  I was a bit puzzled.  As far as I knew,
people with the S&M preference weren't interested in "normal" sex.  What
was I to think of her futile attempt to humiliate me?  I shrugged and went
to sleep.  No use to try and figure it out.  She had been the best lay I
had ever had and whatever may happen with my job and whether I would see
her again or not, I would have something to remember for the rest of my
life.  Next day, to my surprise, again coffee break in Monica's office. 
`Listen, Robert, I have done some thinking.  Lisa said she wants a final
round with you tomorrow, to make up her mind.  On the other hand, the way
things went yesterday I have little doubt on the outcome.  Yet, our little
problem needs a solution.  That's why I want to make you an offer.  I would
like you to become a free lancing expert.  I can help you out with all it
requires, including equipment so you can work at home.  You will pay me
back by signing an exclusive contract for two years with us.  You will work
mostly from home and come here only if necessary.  This way you will stay
out of sight.  If you don't have space for an office where you live now, I
can offer you a room in my house.  I live alone and have more than one
spare room.  What do you think?' What was there to say?  I agreed and
hoping I would see her more often I accepted also her offer to install my
office in her house.  Fact is, I could have squeezed all the gear into my
place, but it was just a one room apartment with a kitchenette and it would
have cut the number of possible visitors into half.  Maybe I was to get a
chance to see Lisa again after the finals of tomorrow.  As before, I was at
Monica's place at eight.  She looked like something was on her mind, but
she made no remark to what it was all about and left me to meet Lisa.  I
repeated the ritual of undressing and cuffing myself.  Lisa came in like
the other day, yet now clad in only a flimsy thing of a night gown.  She
threw it away shortly after entering the room and underneath she was stark
naked.  Her body was so wonderful my dick began to swell already.  She had
her cigar again and that was great too.  Then she gave me a soft kiss and
uncuffed me.  She asked me to stand up and took my place on the bed.  She
wanted me to do the classical missionary one on her.  Well I did it and it
was great.  While she lay there on the bed, her face had been lighted by
the lamp so I could take a better look at her now.  Something in her
features looked strangely familiar.  After a while I forgot all about it
and was occupied with working her over.  This was almost better then the
previous acts.  Then, after we lay there exhausted, I could again look at
her.  Some of her make up had smeared and I took a tissue to clean her up.
At first she tried to turn her head away, but then, with a sigh, she
allowed me to wipe away the make up.  What had looked vaguely familiar
turned into a certitude.  This wasn't Lisa.  There had never been a Lisa.
It was Monica herself.  She knew I had recognized her now and reacted with
a passionate kiss. `Now you know my little secret.' `Yes.  But why?' `Oh, I
guess I wanted to keep my love life out of my business life.  I have fought
hard to become a tough business woman and I would let Lisa be the one to
soften up.' `But why did you try that sham S&M stuff.' She laughed as an
answer. `Oh, that?  Well I wanted to punish you in way.  You see I wanted
to prove myself you were no good in bed.  I had to protect me from my own
feelings.' `What exactly are you trying to tell me?' `Well, I fell for you
the day I first saw you.  Yet I couldn't start an affair with a new
employee.  Besides you seemed so young and innocent.  I may not be much
older in years, but look at me.  I'm tough I smoke a lot and I don't look
like the neat little thing that one like you would deserve.  Lisa wanted to
prove you weren't interested in the likes of me.' `How wrong you were.  I
have always have been more impressed by women like you.  The neat clean
girlie from next door never got a second look from me.' `You do mean it,
don't you?  But what about my smoking?  I often smoke more the one cigar at
night, apart from my little Moods.  I must smell like an ashtray most of
the time and my breath doesn't smell of flowers either.' `Didn't you figure
it out by now?  Lisa tried to disgust me twice with her cigars and all she
accomplished was she got fucked.  Doesn't that tell you something?' `What
do you mean?' `That I love it when you smoke cigars.  It turns me on,
that's what.' `So I will have to smoke cigars so you can fuck me?  Is that
it?' `Oh no not like that.  Remember under the shower?  Wasn't that good
enough?  You had no cigar there.' That brought a big smile on her face.
`Yes, you're right of course.  So let me sum it up.  You love it when I
smoke and you don't mind how I smell of it.  You love to fuck me when I'm
smoking, but you're just as passionate without it.  Hey, pinch me, I guess
I'm dreaming.' He had never before seen her so happy.  Not as Monica and
not as Lisa.  She gave him a very long and passionate kiss. `You know what?
I offered you the office here to be near to you, but now I think that's not
enough.  You will move in.  Now that I know how it feels, I will send Lisa
in your bed every night.  Or maybe we can dump Lisa.  I'll do it myself.'
They both broke into laughter.
   THE END