My Smoky Ladies – chapter 3

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I looked into making a website and was surprised how easy it had become. I set up a video poll. Viewers would see short clips of females smoking cigarettes and rate how much they liked them. They needed to enter generic data about themselves, their gender, age, and if they smoked or not. I put up videos of forty girls smoking and paid a company to advertise the site.

Unsurprisingly, most female viewers who didn’t smoke were unimpressed or repelled by other ladies smoking. The few that stayed on the site long enough to rate any gave most of them one to three out of ten. Females who smoked were only a little more generous, with ratings of two to seven.

Most males who didn’t smoke were less harsh and gave ratings of three to eight. Of the men who smoked, the ratings were anywhere from six to ten. Their average rating for Cassie was 9.3, but I thought she deserved at least a 9.9

I had paid a few thousand to setup the site and have a web designer make it more appealing and functional, but I had no plans to make money off it. It was part of my research, and a good excuse for me to record Cassie more often.

I thought I could get more information from the price men would pay to download videos of the ladies smoking. Out of around 10,000 repeat viewers, six hundred paid 99 cents each to download 15-minute videos. I raised it to $1.99, and 200 were willing to pay. At $4.99 forty of them did, equal to twenty bucks an hour just to see a girl smoke.

I put up an ad for a new one from Cassie and about twenty paid $9.99 to see her smoke two cigarettes while fully clothed! I added another short video with a college girl smoking in a one-piece swimsuit. It was only fifteen minutes and I charged $19.99. I thought surely nobody would pay that much. Astoundingly, fifteen men did!

I tried again and set a ridiculous price of $199.99 for 30 minutes of Cassie smoking in shorts and a t-shirt. At the time some call girls charged the same for intercourse and most street hookers were cheaper. Four men were willing to pay two hundred bucks, just to watch her smoke!

I thought a little and realized that I would too. I decided I should give her a raise.

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Later I called Cassie and asked, “Would you like to do another video soon? I’ll pay a hundred for a half hour.”

“Cool, but I’m kind of busy. I have a job now. How about Monday afternoon?”

“Sure. See you then.”

I did a few interviews with other girls, while I eagerly waited for Monday to arrive.

On Monday she wore sandals, jean shorts, and a short-sleeved purple top with glitter around the collar. She had on a black necklace with ten or so small purple stones on individual pendants. I could see a slight bit of her white bra.

“It’s chilly out, but I thought you’d like shorts again.” She smiled.

I told her, “Nice! I set up a website for videos of the ladies I interview. No nudity or anything weird. I’ll need more videos with you wearing different clothes. Next time can you wear a skirt or a dress with high heels? Maybe next week?”

“Two weeks, on Monday again. I’m busy with work and some things, but okay.” She smiled and said, “You got better pillows for the couch. Cool.” She laid on her back on the sofa and lit up. I felt a slight movement in my boxers as I viewed her smooth legs and watched her smoke.

I told a little too much of the truth. “I got two new cameras with better resolution, too, so the smoke and your beautiful hair will show more clearly. And a polarized filter, so the shine on your pretty lips …”

She interrupted, “So you enjoy how I look? Do you think I’m sexy?”

I blushed and admitted, “Very.”

“I asked if you wanted a date before. On a date you could talk to me, watch me smoke, even kiss me. Maybe more than kiss me. You won’t take me on a date, but you’re paying a hundred bucks just to record me smoking?”

“Um … yes.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head a little. “That is TOO messed up!” I watched her smoke two more cigarettes as she reclined on the couch. She asked, “Why do you have to be like that?”

“What?”

“You don’t want to be with me but you look like you’re starving and I’m a candy bar. Could you just leave the cameras on, and go do something else?”

“Sorry. I … you’re just so very beautiful. You really are.”

She blushed and smiled as she smoked one more before she left.

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She returned Monday afternoon with tight curls in her blonde hair and wonderfully applied cosmetics on her face. Her long fake lashes and bright red lipstick drew my attention like magnets. She was wearing a red prom dress and red high heels. The plunging neckline showed so much cleavage I rapidly had a hardon. She asked, “Do you like it?”

I whistled. “Whew! Very nice!”

She blushed and smiled as she slowly turned around. “Thanks. I hope my boyfriend will like it. The Winter Formal dance is Friday night.”

The word ‘boyfriend’ hit me like a slap. I was disappointed but pushed myself to be nice. “If he has eyes and likes girls, I’m sure he’ll love it. Have a seat. Would you like orange juice again?”

She looked at the wine rack behind the bar. “Mom let me have a glass of white wine last weekend. I like it and I haven’t tried red. Please?”

“Uh …” She had only recently turned 19, but I wasn’t sure how I should say ‘no’.

“I live next door. Just one glass? I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Um … I guess.”

I poured the wine and said, “I got a new camera that’s good for low-light. I’d like you to do something different for this video.