My Smoky Ladies – chapter 2

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I looked at my calendar and was happy to see I’d be interviewing Cassie after school. She was calmer and much more polite than abrasive Lynn and obnoxious Jackie. When she arrived, she wore jeans and a white blouse along with her usual hoop earrings and purity ring. She looked sad. When I asked what was wrong, she just said, “Mom and Dad had a fight. I don’t want to talk about it.”

I let her quietly smoke at the table while I recorded and stared at her lovely plump lips. After lighting a second cigarette, she said, “I don’t know if it’s a good time for this. I really don’t feel like talking.”

I told her, “That’s alright. You can just relax. Would you like a cola, grape juice, some milk?”

“Cola please?” She stared at the table, taking occasional sips from her can, thinking and smoking for a long time. I put fifty dollars on the table after her second cigarette, but she stayed another half hour. I kept watching and recording as she sucked drag after drag from two more cigarettes. I loved the times she pursed her lips together with only a small gap in the middle, forming long thin streams of smoke as she exhaled. I had a stray thought about her kissing the smoke goodbye as it left her mouth.

When she left I was a little concerned about her family, but didn’t want to spoil my research by getting emotionally close to her.

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I had planned to interview Cassie’s mother Felicia again at 10 the next morning, but she showed up at 8:15. She was wearing red high heels and a tight red dress, which showed off the shape and size of her large breasts. She was also wearing large gold earrings and three thin gold chains. Her makeup had been streaked by tears.

Since she was so upset I forgot to turn on my camera, and this encounter is an approximation from memory. If I had a recording of it, my research wouldn’t gain anything, but it would be excellent for… personal activities. Toward the end of our conversation, she started to slur some of her words but I’ll leave that out for clarity.

I asked, “What’s wrong?”

She wiped her eyes. “Ray and I had a fight. Not really a fight, but… but…” She sputtered and tears started rolling down her cheeks. She hugged me and cried intensely for a minute or two. “I dressed up nice to see him off, but the last thing he said was ‘Don’t screw around while I’m away.’ It was horrible!”

“Sorry you’re having a bad time. It sounds like he’s a real prick.”

“No, he’s… Can we just sit a minute? Maybe have a drink?”

“Sure. Let’s go down to the basement.”

She walked to the bar and looked around. She asked, “May I have some red wine? Since I don’t see any tequila.”

I asked in surprise, “Tequila before lunch?”

She chuckled. “I’m not an alcoholic, honest. I only drink a couple times a month. Today is just a crappy day.”

“I used to love tequila, until I discovered hangovers.” I poured her a glass of wine. I watched her drink and smoke as we had some small talk. We discussed the road construction a few blocks down, the nice weather, and other things that didn’t really matter.

She finished her second glass as she pointed to a bottle behind the bar. She said, “Rum rump.”

I asked, “Huh?”

“You love tequila, except for the hangovers. You have rum. I started dating Ray when I was 19, and my boyfriend before him used to get me rum. I liked rum and cola or rum and grapefruit juice. I know, that’s kind of weird, but I liked it. I loved rum until it led to me waking up with a sore ass.”

“WHAT?”

She poured another glass of the Merlot, lit another cigarette, then continued. “James, the guy before Ray, loved anal sex. After I broke up with him, he dated a man. Anyway, the second time we had sex, he asked if he could do my butt. I was scared it would hurt but he said if I drank a lot first it wouldn’t. It still hurts after you sober up, especially if the guy doesn’t use lube. Sometimes it hurts pretty bad.

I didn’t know at the time. I thought hurting after sex was normal, since parents and the church say sex is evil, and a sin, and blah blah. In the morning, James would say I had ‘rum rump’. It was bad at the time but now that I think about it, that’s kind of funny. I never told him no, since I didn’t want to lose him. I just tried to get drunk fast on our dates, so it wouldn’t hurt until after. I gave him my virginity at 18 and then my ass a couple times a week for half a year. I never had an orgasm with him, not once, only with my husband and… just my husband.”

I could tell she was hiding something, but I sympathized. “I’m so sorry. That sounds awful!”

“It’s okay. I let Ray do it the first time a few months after we got married. He was always careful. He used plenty of K-Y and took his time, so it wouldn’t hurt me.”

“That’s good.”

“He was great about it. Every time, he asked if I wanted to and if I was nervous he wouldn’t. It feels strange in there, but if it doesn’t hurt it’s kind of nice. For a while, I was a real BUTT SLUT. Hahaha! We’d make love, then do anal nearly every night for maybe three months, then he lost interest. Sometimes I kind of miss it.”

I knew I was on dangerous ground, discussing such intimate things with a married woman. Especially a DRUNK married woman, who seemed to like me. I pointed at the clock. “My interviews are usually thirty minutes, but we’ve been talking two hours. Here you go.” I put two hundred dollars on the bar. “I’ll call you in a few days to set up another interview.”

“Could you just come over to my place instead? Or is it too far?”

She gulped down a final glass of wine as I laughed. I could walk from my kitchen to hers faster than I could get to my car and start it.

“I’ll talk to you soon.”

She wobbled as she started to stand up. “Whoa! Um, can you give me a hand? I’m kind of drunk.”

I wrapped her arm over my shoulders and helped her upstairs. She asked, “Can I get a nap before I go home, maybe in your bed?” She clumsily pulled the front of her bra down enough for me to see one of her big nipples ‘by accident’.

I was a little tempted but knew better. “Let’s get you to your house. You’ll be more comfortable there.” I helped her across the alley and laid her down on the sofa in her living room. As I left I said, “I’ll call you in a few days.”

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When Lynn and Jackie showed up for their next interview, they had two younger girls with them. Lynn rapidly said, “Sorry, but Jackie and I are busy. There’s a frat party we can’t miss. We need you to watch our little sisters Beth and Jan.”

I tried to protest, “But we were supposed to do an interview. I’m not a…”

Jackie said, “We’ll be back by midnight”, then she whispered in my ear, “We’ll both give you blowjobs if you do.”

I futilely objected, “But I’m not a babysitter. What if…”

As Lynn led Jackie up the stairs at high speed, she called out, “THANKS!”

Apparently, I would be babysitting in exchange for oral sex and against my will. The nerdiest and most logical part of my mind wondered, ‘Does that qualify as rape?’

After several complaints of boredom from the 9 and 10-year-olds, then searching fifteen minutes in vain for something to entertain them, I decided to use my secret weapon, my bank account. I made a huge mistake by asking, “So girls, which video game do you like best, Nintendo, Playstation, or X-box?” Within moments they were shouting at each other.

I resolved it by taking them to a couple of stores. I bought a large television for the basement, a sofa, a recliner, and all three consoles with some games. A friend helped me carry the furniture down to the basement and we had everything set up by 2 pm. I practically had to force them to eat at 8. After supper, I fell asleep in the recliner as they played a racing game together. I woke about 10 and saw the two passing a lit cigarette back and forth! They were smoking and not even in middle school yet!

I knew what I had to do.

I got up slowly, walked around the room very quietly, and turned the cameras on. Once I was sure they were recording, I quietly sat back down and watched the little girls smoke with one of my eyes closed and the other only slightly open.

Jan sucked a little smoke into her mouth and blew it out pretending, but at only 9 years old, Beth was a real smoker already! She took deep drags, inhaled fully, then exhaled large puffy clouds.