Dragon's Breath, Part 2

DRAGON'S BREATH
by uciboy

BEGIN PART II

Faye felt an immediate attachment to Richard.  He seemed so friendly and down
to earth.  They exchanged stories of their teaching experiences and tried to
outdo one another as to who had the worst students.  She was especially
surprised that he knew so much about Chinatown and the community's culture.
If not for the fact that his last name was O'Reilly, she would have guessed
that he was Chinese.  Things were going very well as they took a walk along
Pier 39 finishing up some ice cream.  

"So," Faye asked with interest, "how does a white guy come to know so much
about Chinatown?"

"I grew up there.  My parents owned a little store on Grant Avenue."

"How come I never saw you in school?"

"I was a Catholic school boy," he replied before swallowing a bite of his ice
cream cone.  "But according to the Sisters I was beyond redemption.  I was
pretty wild in my youth, running around with a lot of the alley kids."
Richard threw his ice cream cone in the trash and sat down on a bench at the
corner of the pier.  "I was just fascinated with the hidden culture of
Chinatown."

Richard reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of Kent 100s.  "Would
you like a cigarette, Faye?"

Faye was more than a bit surprised to discover this nice guy was actually a
smoker.  "It didn't say in your ad that you smoked," Faye said with a wry
smile.

"Would you have gone out with me if it did," he asked and lit the cigarette.  

Faye made no reply.  While she didn't have a preference about whether her
date smoked or not, she knew that Lisa was against smoking, and so any guy
she got serious with would have to be a non-smoker.  But she couldn't help
but feel attracted to smokers.  There was something about the act of smoking
that honestly turned this nice girl on.  Of course, she never considered
smoking herself - at least, she didn't until now.  Why did she suddenly feel
different?

"You know," she teased, "smoking is bad for you."

"Ah, but it feels so goooood," Richard replied in a smokey exhale.  "Have you
ever tried it?"

"No," Faye said almost with a sense of disappointment as she sat down next to
him, "nice girls don't smoke."  

Sensing the opportunity here, Richard grabbed it with both hands.  "But nice
girls can try it," he said mischievously.


What the hell, Faye thought to herself.  There's no harm in trying it.  "Will
I cough?"

"You will if you try one of my Kents.  Hold on just a minute."  Richard ran
into one of the gift shops and was back in two minutes with a pack of
Virginia Slims 120's Menthols.

"I don't want a whole pack," she protested, "I just want to try it."

"Don't worry," he assured her.  "I'll just give the rest to my sister.
Believe me, these are easier to inhale.  Besides, your first cigarette should
be a proper experience - and a 120 cigarette is a proper cigarette for a
woman to smoke."

She had no idea what he was talking about, but she was getting butterflies in
her stomach about taking that first puff.  Oddly she didn't feel
self-conscious about what other people would think.  Besides, Richard
appeared to be a nice guy and he smoked.  "My daughter says that people who
smoke are evil," Faye ruminated as she inspected the elegant design of the
pack of Virginia Slims.  Richard made no reply but looked down at her
bracelet which was beginning to change color - from the light blue that it
was when she put it on to a light misty yellow.  "I guess my mood is
changing," she said to him with a giggle.

When she put the long cigarette in her mouth, she felt awkward.  She knew how
to light it - she had seen her father, brothers, and of course her ex do it
thousands of times.  But she was still nervous about coughing.  

"Just kind of play with the smoke for a while without inhaling," Richard
advised.

When she lit the tip, she was impressed with the orange glow that illuminated
the dark corner they were sitting in.  She took a few puffs and exhaled.
"This isn't so bad," she thought to herself.

"I think you're ready to inhale," Richard said softly.  Noticing the worried
look on her face, he added, "Don't worry about coughing.  You'll do fine."

When Faye inhaled a small ball of smoke, she felt an incredible tingle inside
her chest.  Richard was right.  She didn't feel any reflex to cough.  She
blew out a thin stream with a smile.  "Wow," she said with her eyes wide
open, "I'm smoking."  She took a second and deeper puff and again felt that
tingle - but this time through her whole body.  What a wonderful feeling this
is, she thought to herself, and she opened her mouth and let the smoke drift
over the pier railing.  When she looked down at the bracelet, she saw it had
turned a bright orange and the mist inside was circulating rapidly.


"I think your body likes smoking," Richard said as he took a puff on his
freshly lit Kent.  

Faye agreed and took several more puffs, inhaling each one deeply.  When she
had nearly reached the stub, she reached over to the ashtray next to the
bench.  "Please Keep Our Pier Clean," she read out loud from a sign on the
railing.  But suddenly feeling rebellious, she dropped the cigarette on the
floor with a smirk and stubbed it out with her foot.  

For the first time in her life, she suddenly felt free.  Somehow she couldn't
believe this was all because she had smoked one cigarette, but whatever the
reason she told Richard she wanted to have some fun tonight.  

"I have just the place," he said with a wink and they hailed a taxi back to
Chinatown.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Faye and Richard got out of the taxi at an alleyway that Faye had passed
hundreds of times before but had never entered.  "This is a private club,"
Richard assured her as they reached a door with a small neon dragon
illuminated above it.  Richard knocked and a small slit opened up, revealing
a pair of eyes that glanced at both of them.  Faye wondered if this was what
it was like when patrons had to sneak around to drink during Prohibition.
"This was actually a speakeasy during the 1920s," Richard told her.  "Before
that, it was an opium den."

As they walked into the barely lit club, the air was filled with thick smoke
and the sound of techno music.  There were only a few people slowly dancing
on the floor.  Lining the mirrored walls were tall oak wooden booths with
tables that provided patrons - nearly all of whom were Chinese - with a high
level of privacy.  Faye was surprised to see that everyone in the room was
smoking.  A nice girl like herself would never have entered a place like
this, but now she could feel the energy from the room increasing the
excitement within her.  Is this what I've been missing all my life, she asked
herself.

"How did you become a member of this club on a teacher's salary," she asked.

"This is one of the perks of being a member of the Dragon's Breath
organization," he replied as he stood at the bar waiting for two beers.


Faye suddenly noticed that some of the patrons were wearing charmed jewelry
similar to hers, but with different colors.  Some shined a bright orange,
others were a crimson red.  She inspected her bracelet and found it had
returned to a light misty yellow.  She looked over at Richard as he paid the
bartender and saw that he wasn't wearing one.  "How come some people have
bracelets and others don't," she asked.

"The bracelets are for new members," he said holding two beers in his hand
while leading her to a booth in the far corner.  "I wear mine on a chain
around my neck," and when they reached the table, he pulled from under his
shirt a crimson red charm hanging from a chain.

"Am I a member now," she asked with some confusion as she sat down.

"Only if you want to be."  He handed her the beer.  "I hope you like to
drink," he said as he moved close to her.

"Actually," she replied as she reached into her purse for the Virginia Slims,
"I've only tried beer a few times, but I've heard that smoking and alcohol
make for a good pair."  Faye placed the 120 in her mouth and leaned close to
Richard to accept the flame from his lighter.  She took a puff out of the
side of her mouth and quickly snapped-in a small white ball before tilting
her head upwards and blowing out a creamy stream.  

The booth was completely dark except for a small candle on the table and the
light from their cigarettes and her bracelet.  But Faye could make out her
reflection in the mirror next to her as she held the long cigarette at a
slight angle from her face.  Is that really me, she asked herself.  She
looked down at the bracelet which had once again turned a bright orange, and
every puff she inhaled was pure heaven.  

"I can't believe what's happening to me," she said to Richard.  "It's like
I'm a totally different person.  I like this feeling of naughtiness."

Richard moved close to her and whispered in her ear.  "Sometimes, I get such
dark thoughts when I'm teaching.  I imagine that I'm giving a lesson on how
to smoke - and everyone is required to deeply inhale each puff that they
take."

Why is he telling me this, Faye thought to herself with some surprise.

"Each student is graded by the style of their smoking:  French inhales,
snaps, nosehales.  For those female students who receive an A, they have to
meet with me in conference for an 'oral' presentation."

Faye couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she actually liked it.  She
could feel her body turning hot, and she closed her eyes as his whispers grew
more intense and began to make her pussy moist.


"For those students who refuse to smoke," Richard continued fantasizing, "I
would severely punish them.  I want to take out my ruler and beat them until
they cry out in pain."

Faye began to pant as she listened to Richard's fantasies.  "Stop," she
murmured, "you mustn't think these things."

"Haven't you ever wanted to suck-off one of your students, Faye," Richard
whispered in a truly sinister tone.  "I know you've wanted some to suck your
pussy.  How could you not want that?"

Faye grabbed the table with both hands, trying to steady herself from the
dizziness of Richard's dark fantasies.  

"Take a puff on your cigarette, Faye.  Let these thoughts enter your mind,
too." 

Without even thinking Faye brought the 120 up to her lips and puffed hard.
When she inhaled the wall of smoke, she felt a throb in her pussy.

"Think about your own students," Richard whispered as his hands reached down
between her legs.  "The power of the Dragon's Breath can make your thoughts
run free."

Faye couldn't help but think about her own students; how they have mistreated
her for so long because she was so ordinary.  Her thoughts began to move to
the kind of punishment she wished she could inflict on them.  Such dark
thoughts; thoughts she had never before had in her life.

Richard moved his hand into her skirt and began caressing her clit.  "Your
daughter says that smokers are evil," he whispered.  "She's right."

Faye began to moan out loud and she took another deep puff before placing her
mouth against Richard's.  She moved her hands down to unzip his pants and
began stroking his hard cock.  It was as if she had lost all control of
herself as she opened up her legs to allow Richard to insert his penis into
her pussy.  "Ohhh," she moaned again as she brought her Virginia Slim up to
her mouth.  "Yes, they must be punished," she said in an exhale and thought
about the wonderfully horrible things she wanted to do to her students.  

"Punish them," Richard moaned.  "Feel the power of the Dragon's breath."

"Yes," she panted, "I will obey it.  I WANT TO OBEY IT."

Suddenly she felt a great gushing from Richard's dick lodged deep between her
legs that threw her body into convulsions.  She grabbed him by the back of
his head and kissed him hard, moving her pelvis back and forth in the small
booth to feel the pulsations from his ejaculation.  "THEY MUST BE PUNISHED,"
she yelled out when she finally came with a gasp.

Suddenly the two of them were still, both breathing hard.  Faye couldn't
believe what had just happened...but all she could think of was wanting to do
it again.

END PART II

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