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   The Madam

   The call had been on his high priority list.  It was 10 am and this was
his second job of the day.  The first one had been an easy one.  Class SU,
stupid user.  He looked at the address.  This was the place; a bad kept two
story house in a shabby backstreet.  Funny enough there was a single bell
button without a name tag.  He pressed it.  He heard the buzz of the door
opener and pushed it.  The inside looked a lot better than the front. 
Everything was clean and polished.  Directly in front of him there was a
wooden staircase looking like it had been installed the day before.  There
seemed to be no other way to go so he climbed the stairs, the heavy
emergency case dragging hard on his hands.  On the second floor he found a
wooden door that looked quite new and expensive.  It was slightly ajar.  He
knocked and a deep raspy voice told him to come in.  The room he entered
was furbished sparsely.  He saw a desk made of steel and plastic that had
probably cost more then his sedan.  It held the gear he was there for, an
expensive looking computer with a huge flat panel display.  A swivel chair
rounded up the workplace.  Suspended on one wall was a gigantic plasma TV.
Facing it there was a couch, the only piece of furniture that looked
comfortable rather then modern or elegant.  The voice that had invited him
in belonged to woman.  She was a big matronly person with ample hips and
breasts showing underneath her night gown.  He had smelled it even upon
entering the house but hadn't given it a second thought, the cigar smoke.
He didn't care much for cigars if men were smoking them.  Now as he saw the
woman holding a smoked down cigar he felt different about it.  Her pale and
spent face suddenly looked appealing to him.  The strong smell turned into
something pleasant.  Alas he was here for one purpose only.  He asked her
what the problem was.  She told him the computer had recently started to
break down in the middle of her work and the day before it had shut down
immediately after booting.  The same old problem, he thought.  Under
pressure from Asian competitors even expensive computers now often had
cheap parts in them.  He already suspected he would find a defective fan
and so it was.  Within fifteen minutes the computer was up and running
again.  The woman who had introduced herself as Estella asked him to stay a
little longer to make sure the computer would not brake down after half an
hour the way it had done when troubles began.  She offered him to sit on
the couch.  'Can I offer you a drink?' she asked 'A soda or a Coke would be
fine, thanks.' He wouldn't think of drinking alcohol. Estella took a can
from a cupboard that held a small refrigerator and handed it to him.  She
looked at the name tag on his overall. 'Bob, you did a good job.  Men that
are good at their job always impress me.' 'Thank you ma'm, but I all I did
was my job.  Nothing remarkable.' 'You're too modest, my dear.  You deserve
all the credit.  I had too of our regulars here and neither of them had any
idea of how to fix the computer and mind you both of them were highly
trained professionals.' 'Well Mrs.  Estella, it's like my old boss used to
say, sometimes it's easier to build a device than fix it.' 'Oh, just call
me Estella please.  Makes me feel younger sort of.' 'All right, Mrs. 
Estella, err, sorry, Estella.  But if I may say something, you are young
anyway.' 'Nah, you're flattering me.' Estella said, reaching for another
cigar.  'Do you mind of I smoke another one?' 'No, God Lord, why should I?
I couldn't deny such a lovely lady like you anything.' Which was the truth.
The better he looked at her the more his arousal grew.  He had always been
tempted by mature women, the more so if they were on the borderline between
overweight but still attractive and fat old cow.  If the woman was a smoker
or better a heavy smoker, so much the better.  'Oh c'mon, don't fool around
with an old hag like me.' She said playfully, fishing for compliments. 'I'm
sorry if I have raised the impression, but nothing was farther from my mind
than fooling with you.  I meant every word.  You are a very attractive
woman.' Estella clipped the end of her cigar and used a butane lighter to
light it up.  After a few puffs the cigar had a nice round glow in its end
and she took a drag on it that almost made her cheeks touch on the inside.
Then she breathed in both thru her nose and mouth inhaling deeply.  Seeing
her inhale like that made Bob's skin crawl.  Estella puffed smoke as she
answered. 'You really are a gentleman and Lord knows not many of you're
kind are still around.  The majority of my customers are very well off and
have lot's of academicals degrees, but they treat me and my girls like
dirt.' Her and her girls?  Bob wondered what kind of setup this was. 
Estella took care of his curiosity: 'Don't tell me your boss hasn't told
what kind of place this is?  He is one of our regulars.  That's why I
thought of your company in the first place.' 'No Estella, he just gave me
your address and said it was very urgent.' Estella laughed.  God how good
her gargling laughter interrupted by occasional coughs sounded to Bob's
ears!  He wasn't really a dark side fan but proof of long term hard smoking
always aroused him. 'And you have no clue?' 'Err, well, the only thing that
crossed my mind is nothing I would say out loud.  If not true it is about
the greatest offence.' 'So you're not stupid.  You guessed right.  This
here is a cathouse.  We prefer the term recreation house thou.' As if to
tease him she kept talking smoke into his face.  It became difficult to
hide the bulge in his pants. 'So, now let's see if you have done a good
job.' Estella said, trailing smoke on her way to the computer.  She sat on
the swivel chair and with the cigar clenched between her teeth she opened
some folders on the desktop of the computer.  Bob could catch a glimpse on
some very specific adult pictures.  Pity was he was too far away to really
make out much.  After a couple of minutes she turned around satisfied.
'Wonderful!  Everything is OK again.  Thank you Bob.  Your boss said to
tell you to keep it out of the books.  He'll be paid in kind if you know
what I mean.' She said with a wink of her eye.  'Tell you what.  You
deserve a little extra too.  Why don't you come by tonight?  You can choose
any of the girls and spend the night with her.  They're all young and
beautiful and very skilled.  If you're in for something special just say
so. Anything goes except hurting our girls.' Bob was overwhelmed.  He had
always dreamed of getting worked over by a real professional but his salary
wouldn't allow for it.  He hardly earned enough for the occasional
specialty tape.  Then he looked at Estella and he had an idea. 'That is
very very generous of you, Estella.  It's far more than I deserve.' 'Oh,
it's not worth mentioning.  I'm so happy my computer is up again I would
grant you any wish.' She said smiling. Bob pondered whether he should dare
or not.  Then he said to himself, why not try it?  Younger girls
intimidated him anyway, so he took all his courage together. 'Talking about
wishes, well, you see, I don't think I want any of your girls he whispered.
'Oh!  I'm sorry but I don't employ any boys.' She said, somewhat annoyed.
'No, no you got me all wrong.  I'm as hetero as the next man.' He exclaimed
hastily.  'It's just that, gosh, this is hard' 'Speak up man.  Don't forget
not much of what's going on between man and woman is alien to me.' She
grinned at his shy demeanor. 'Ok, but I hope you don't get mad at me for
asking.  You see, I wanted to tell you it's you I'd like to..., well you
know.' 'God Lord, how flattering!' she broke into a joyful laughter.  'Who
would of thought...' 'Oh, I'm sorry, I can see it was a bad idea.' he
stammered, feeling miserable. 'Oh, no, please forgive me.  I didn't mean to
hurt your feelings.  I was surprised because you preferred me and not one
of my flashy girls.  If that's what you want...' He felt more confident now
that he understood she wasn't laughing on him. 'Oh yes I'd love to.  If you
would care to gift me...' he said, still red of embarrassment.  She lent
over and gave him a peck.  Her proximity and the odors of her body aroused
him even more. 'I must warn you thou, my gear is a little rusty now.  Ever
since I am the madam here I refrained to keep things going and training the
girls.  It's been a while since I actually had my last customer.  I hope I
can remember it all...' she said playfully. 'Well, err, I am rather
straightforward when it comes to sex, except...' Even if Estella was a
professional and certainly had dealt with kinkier stuff than his attraction
to female smokers he still had troubles confessing.  He had never had the
guts to talk to anybody about it, not from face to face at least.  On the
internet yes, he had used virtually any moment of spare time to participate
in almost anything the web had to offer but that was something else.  All
right.  This was his chance.  The only one he may ever get.  'There is
something I must tell you.  I do have a special request.  It's nothing
unusual in it self.  Only related to sex it may struck you as odd.' 'OK'
she said somewhat consciously. 'In fact all I want is a little foreplay of
the tender sort and then just normal intercourse, except I want you to
smoke your cigars along with it.' he said, not daring to look into her
eyes. She burst into a throaty thick laughter gargling from the phlegm on
her throat due to her excessive smoking.  'Is that all?  Oh Darling, that's
really a trifle.  I'll gladly do it.  I'll be extra nice to you for it. 
Fact is I have stopped my active career also because most of my customers
hated that I wanted to smoke while servicing them.' she then took a huge
drag on her cigar and gave him a passionate smoky kiss.  He was
overwhelmed. It was his first real smoky kiss and it had been wonderful. 
He started to explore her wonderful big body under her gown.  To his
delight found her huge breasts felt as good as he had expected.  With the
click of a switch Estella turned the couch into a big bed.  Naturally he
came early, as soon as his cock had slid into her surprisingly moist
vagina. He turned away ashamed but Estella took him in her arms comforting
him like a mother does with her little boy. 'Hush my boy, don't be ashamed.
Let me help you.  You'll be ready again in no time.' Saying this Estella
took his limp cock into her mouth.  Caressing it gently with her tongue in
between drags on her cigar, she revived it in a few minutes.  This time Bob
was determined to do better.  He nailed Estella to the bed and started to
pump on her in full force.  He thought briefly about how odd his slender
body must look stretched over this stately matron.  Even thou not really
obese she outweighed him by at least forty pounds.  Then again his mind
drifted away, concentrating only on the wonderful sensation of being almost
immersed in her big soft body.  She still smoked, almost choking him with
big clouds of dense smoke, but it felt so good, so right, he came around
much too soon.  Estella surprised him with an orgasm that if not the real
thing then at least a superb performance down to even the involuntary
contractions of her vaginal muscles.  He wanted to roll away but she held
him tight, fondling and kissing him. 'You know you silly little man, you
gave me my first real orgasm in years?  God, I must have forgotten my
training completely.  A hooker is not supposed to get hot herself.' she
kissed him again.  'Maybe I should consider an installment to pay you off.
Would once a week be convenient?' she laughed heartily. Bob stammered a
'Yes'. 'Good.' Estella gave him a pensive look. 'So my smoking turns you
on, right?' 'Yes' 'Well, I have been in fact looking for a guy like you for
a long time.  You see some of my clients ask specifically for smokers. 
That would be OK so far but I it proved to be a bit more complicated then
I had thought at first.  For one even if the girl smoked, not always did it
satisfy the customer.  Probably it was in the style or brand or whatever.
Then some of my regulars always want the same girl.  Now if the girl didn't
smoke regularly even if she was willing to smoke for the benefit of the
customer it never worked out properly.  That's why I need someone to train
them.  Would you be interested?' Bob was stunned.  To train young beautiful
girls to smoke would be heaven.  Estella mistook his silence for
reluctance. 'Don't worry I'll pay you and well too.  Besides I don't mind
if you get friendly with the girls too.  In fact you would be required to
also train them in smoking intercourse too.  What do you say?' 'Aaa...  all
right, I'll try' was all he could stammer.  A hurricane if feelings swept
over his whole body.  Not in his wildest dreams had he dared to hope of
such an opportunity.  He could only hope to prove fit for the task.  But
raising doubts on such on occasion would have been stupid beyond
description.  Besides he had studied all sides of smoking, all health
aspects, the mechanics and the works of nicotine in the human body.  He
would know how and what to do.  This was the chance of his life and he
would not miss it, not for his life he would.  Slowly a warm feeling rose
from his bowels.  Estella certainly read it from his face.  With a broad
smile she simply said: 'Good boy.  Be here tomorrow at noon.' 'What about
my job?' 'Don't worry, I'll talk to your boss.  He is also interested in it
so he will grant you a sabbatical, no problem.  So it's settled then?' 'Yes
of course.  Till tomorrow.' As a farewell Estella gave him a last juicy
kiss. His confidence grew on his way out.  Real life would have to prove if
his ideas of how to start a girl smoking in the smoothest possible way
would stand the test but deep down he had no doubts.  Then the prospect of
improving a girls smoking style and the chance to turn a light or moderate
smoker into a heavy one!  The things he could do with holders, with cigars
and pipes!  This place would become the first brothel in the world for
smoke fetishists.  He was sure to find some among his cyber friends who did
have the money to afford it.  Estella might even have to expand her
business...

   THE END