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