Mike thought that there was nothing more erotic Than watching a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette, especially if she was doing it in a sultry, seductive way. He was partial to french inhales and open mouth inhales, but most smoking tricks would get him going.
When he checked into the Super 8 that Friday afternoon, it had been a long week in a town he didn't really care for, and he hadn't sold anything at all. Mike figured he just get some sleep, and head for home on Saturday morning.
He had a little trouble falling asleep-ticked off about the lousy week-so he turned to the cable in the hotel room and saw that they were showing Natural Born Killers , a movie Mike only cared for because of Juliette Lewis and her smoking. After seeing the scene where Juliette takes a desperate drag, blows about a dozen of the thickest smoke rings ever caputred and then puts out the cigarette with her bare foot, Mike was jonesing pretty bad. He needed an IRL sighting that night for his smoking fetish fix and so he got out of bed, got dressed, and prepared to go ut. He would just ask the desk manager where there was a nightclub or bar nearby that was lively-sure to be some smoking women there. There has to be some place, thought Mike, even in this one horse town.
He quickly walked downstairs and saw that there was a line of three people wating to check in right in front of the desk clerk. So he would be busy for a couple of minutes. Mike let his eyes drift off to the crummy little hotel bar, whose sign said they closed at midnight. It looked like the kind of bar that maybe saw 10 people a day, thought Mike, and that was counting the nine hard core alcoholics who didn't need atmosphere, just liquor. What the hell? Mike decided he'd have a quick beer while he waited for the desk clerk to get free.
As he walked in the dark litte bar, he immediately picked up on the only other people in the bar, besides himself and the bartender who was watching sonething on a little TV. There were two women, blonde haired who looked like sisters, sitting on a sofa at a small table with a couple of drinks on top of it. They looked like sisters, in fact, upon closer relection, Mike could tell they were twins.
He sat at the bar and ordered a beer from the bartender, who said "You got it" without even looking at Mike. Mike pretended to look out at the reception area as an excuse to get another look at the women, and to his delight saw that each one of them were taking cigarettes out of their purses. The one on the left had a pack of Virginia Slims and the one on the right has Misty 120's. Mike's heart jumped a little and he let his gaze stay on the women for a minute as they lit their cigarettes off of the lighter of the one on the right.
O.k., thought Mike, play it cool, you know how to do this. He tuned back to the beer the bartender had placed in front of him and took a sip. He turned around to look towards the reception area and the women again, timing it so he should get a look at the exhales. He saw that both of the women were in the midst of deep french inhales! Perfect, thought Mike. He let his gaze stay on them as they weren't looking at him.
The sister on the left blew hers out first, the exhale going right past her sisters left ear. A split second later, her sister's exhale was flowing in a cone past her right ear. Mike turned back to his beer, ecstatic but not wanting to get caught staring. He could hear the chatter of the twins sisters and could make out that they were talking about some long trip they were taking, obviously just bunking down here at the motel for the night. Mike didn't care. He turned again in his pretend look at the lobby and, once again, saw that the sisters were both serious smokers, inhaling deeply, and always performing a snap, french, or open mouth inhale. The exhales were always thick and eassy to see against the dark background of the crummy, dimly lit bar.
Mike turned again, and this time, saw both sisters looking at him. Oh no! Mike smiled and said, "Howya' doing?" in a voice that wouldn't let them know he thought he just got busted for staring too long.
The women didn't say anything right away and Mike turned back to his beer. That was close, he thought. As deep as Mike's fetish was, he had never told anyone about it, not even his non smoking girlfriend.
A few seconds later, both of the women were standing beside Mike. Mike's ears burned and his palms felt warm. Did they catch him staring....?
"Hi", said the one on Mike's right. "Mind if we sit here?"
"Oh, 'course not", mumbled Mike.
One blonde twin sat to his right, the other two his left, their respective cigarettes still burning.
"My name is Mary", said the twin on the left.
"...and mine's Carey", finished the one on the right.
"Nice to meet you ladies", said Mike, quickly turning his head to each side, and catching Carey in the middle of a french inhale.
Carey blew out her stream of smoke and then said, "Do you mind if we smoke?"
"No, of course not", said Mike as he tried to look inconspicuous at the same time he oogled these smoking twins.
"What's your name?", asked Carey through the exhale of her cigarette. Mike's heart rate picked up a little.
"I'm Mike", he said to Carey, then turned his head to Mary to see her finishing off a jet stream nostril exhale.
"Well, hello Mike", said Mary as she took another deep drag.
"Nice to meet you both", Mike said, looking at Mary start a french inhale and then turning to see Carey in the middle of a snap inhale. Were they toying with him on purpose, he thought.
"So, what brings you to these parts, Mike?", asked Carey with a talking exhale.
"Oh, just work", answered Mike, turning slightly to catch Mary, who was blowing some smoke rings towards the ceiling.
They were definitely toying with him, though Mike. I can't keep up with both of them without being obvious.
"How did it go, Mike?", asked Mary as she finished her rings and blew out some residual smoke.
"Oh, uhh...o.k., I guess. Well, not so great, actually." Mike turned slightly again and Carey had the thickest glob of smoke between her mouth and nose he had ever seen. She finished her french inhale and blew the smoke right in Mike's direction.
"Is it getting better now, Mike?", asked Mary from Mike's other side.
Mike's head was almost swimming with the thought that these two smoking twins were putting on a show for him.
"Oh, yeah. No doubt."
"I'll bet it is," said Mary and Carey in unison. Then all three of them laughed.
Mike stammered, "Oh, look, I'm sorry...I mean..."
"Don't worry, Mike," soothed Carey with a wink, "we have plenty of cigarettes."