The Hong Girls, Part 5

THE HONG GIRLS

by uciboy

PART FIVE

Grace didn't mind these business trips to D.C.  They were a nice break from
the monotony of the day-to-day-grind back in Baltimore, and she always got a
thrill hobnobbing with political leaders and staffers on Capital Hill who
liked and respected her.  Though fighting the stereotype of the submissive
Asian woman was a recurring struggle, she gained her strength from a
self-confidence in her abilities.  She knew that she could wrestle with the
best of them.

These trips could last for a week at a time, but Grace was grateful that it
would only take the day to meet the Senator and his staff to prepare them for
some January Congressional Hearings.  Christmas Eve was tomorrow, after all,
and she was eager to get home and spend time with the girls.  But she wasn't
about to pass up the best perk of this job:  an all-expense paid suite at the
Four Seasons, arguably the best hotel in D.C.  Baltimore and the girls would
still be there in the morning.

Normally she'd spend the night working on briefs or just watching cable in a
comfortable bathrobe on the couch, but she was feeling kind of lonely, what it
being the Christmas season and all, and so she invited Mike Carr, a junior
staffer in the Senator's office, up to her room for a drink.  Grace had
decided years ago that she wasn't interested in marrying again, nor did she
make it a habit of sleeping around.  But when and if the right guy came along,
she had no objection to a little fun.  And Mike was certainly the right guy at
the moment:  tall, tanned, funny, a lawyer, late twenties (she liked her men
young), and just a little shy around women.  Yes, she thought to herself when
they met, you'll serve nicely tonight.

As they walked into the room, Mike was visibly impressed by the size of the
suite.  "Wow," he said, "this place is bigger than my apartment."  Announcing
her intention to pour herself a scotch, Grace asked what Mike would like.
"Make it two," he replied.  

After setting the drinks down on the dresser, Grace reached into her purse and
pulled out a pack of Dunhills and her favorite pearl holder - both guilty
pleasures that she saved for special occasions such as these.  "Would you like
a cigarette," she asked as she made the insertion.  

"No thanks," he replied, "I don't smoke."  Grace glanced up at him.  "But
please," he added with a smile, "don't let me stop you."

Grace flicked the gold lighter.  "Dear boy, I had no intention of letting you
stop me," she said calmly as she put the holder in her mouth and brought the
flame to the tip of the cigarette.  It was quite clear to both who was in
control.  

Mike watched Grace puff on the cigarette free-handed and exhale through her
nose as she casually walked past him and set her pack of Dunhills and scotch
on the coffee table.  She sat cross-legged on the couch, her elbow resting
atop its back and her cigarette pointing upward as she looked at him.  "Do
you...sit?" she asked and methodically brought the holder to her lips, taking
a slow and deliberate puff.  Mike loved the way she would open her mouth just
a crack and snap the ball of smoke backwards before slightly turning her head
and releasing a creamy stream upwards at an angle.  She looked like an Asian
Joan Crawford, and Mike shifted his legs to make room for his growing cock.

He sat at the other end of the couch and motioned for Grace to bring her legs
up.  "You know," Mike said as he placed her feet onto his lap and removed a
shoe, "I used to see this wonderful masseuse down in Arlington," and he gently
began to rub her toes with both hands.

"Please," Grace said dismissively as she placed an ashtray on one of the
cushions, "I don't want to hear about your sexual conquests of other Asian
women around the country."

Mike smiled as he ran his fingers through her toes.  "Well," he began, "I will
admit that she was Asian," and he looked up to see Grace giving him a smirk as
she held the holder straight up between her thumb and index finger.  "But she
just wasn't my type."  He looked back down at her feet.  "Maybe it was her
age," he joked and glanced up to see if she was smiling.

"What, too young for you," Grace asked sarcastically and brought the holder to
her lips, gently taking a puff.

Mike's gaze was transfixed on her face, and as he held her heel in the palm of
one hand, he began to press hard with his thumbs down the middle of her sole.
"Oh," Grace groaned with smoke billowing out of her mouth, "you are good at
this."  But it was Mike who was in ecstasy as he watched a curtain of smoke
slowly roll up this gorgeous woman's soft round face.  "I can see she taught
you a few things before she threw you out," Grace said as she rolled her head
slowly with her eyes closed.

"In answer to your question," Mike responded with mock indignation, "she was
70 years old."  He paused thoughtfully.  "But she could crush bones with the
strength of a hundred men."  Grace smiled, head still rolling as she sought to
work out those cricks in her neck from meetings all day.  "Come here, lemme
see if I can find that knot in your neck."  

Grace turned her back towards Mike and moved up close against his crotch.
When he put his fingers on her neck with a soft stroke, she could feel her
body tingling from the top of her head down to her toes.  He began to gently
rub her shoulders and she murmured through her puffs and exhales how wonderful
it felt.

"You are really stiff, Grace.  I'm sensing more than just work related stress
here."

She wondered whether to bring up what was really on her mind and decided it
might help to talk about it.  "I'm having a bit of a parental crisis at home.
I think my youngest daughter has started smoking."

Mike searched for the elusive knot by rolling his knuckles up from the base of
her neck.  "Why is that a problem?"

"She's 14."  Grace suddenly felt a rise in Mike's crotch - but then winced as
he began to focus in on the source of her pain and applied pressure.  "Oh,
right there...mmmm...oh yeah."  Mike tapped on Grace's neck with his
fingertips in a rhythmic motion that brought back the tingling sensation she
felt before.

"So," Grace asked, stubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray, "what do you
think I should do?"

Mike, aware that he was getting a hard-on, tried to play dumb.  "About what?"

"About my 14 year old becoming a smoker."  She felt another nudge from his
crotch and smiled.  This guy's a total perv, she thought to herself with
amusement.

"Well, why are you so upset about it?"

Grace sat up and turned to looked him in the eyes.  "You don't think 14 is a
little young to start smoking?  It's a pretty mature decision to make at such
an age."  She surveyed his facial expression as if trying to read his
thoughts.

"Well...."  Mike was clearly uncomfortable.  If he was too honest about his
own fetish then he might lose any opportunity of a wonderful night with this
gorgeous woman.  "I suppose," he began slowly, "it depends on how you define
'mature.'"

Grace waited for an explanation.

"I mean....many people say that choosing to smoke is a mature decision to make
because it is an adult activity.  But how mature is it to choose an activity
that you know with certainty is going to bring you harm; if not an early
death, then certainly health consequences down the road?  That would appear to
me to be a rather 'immature' decision - which, I guess, makes it logical that
so many young people want to smoke."

Grace laughed out loud after listening to his sophistry.  "And you call
yourself a lawyer," she said with mock disdain.  "Are you serious?  Or are you
just trying to piss me off?"

"Believe me, Grace," Mike pleaded, "the last thing I want to do is piss you
off."  He motioned for her to turn back around so that he could continue the
massage and she complied.  She reached for her pack of cigarettes off the
coffee table and lit one without the holder.  Taking a hard draw on the
Dunhill, she held the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds before letting it
cascade down through her nostrils.

"I just have this guilty feeling, you know?  Like maybe I'm a bad parent or
something if I let my baby girl smoke.  When my 18 year old came home from
college yesterday and lit a cigarette in my kitchen, I didn't say anything to
discourage her from smoking."

Wow, Mike thought to himself, two daughters who smoke.  A fetisher's dream!
He knew he had to choose his words carefully.  "Did you want to?"

"No.  Actually, I was really relieved and happy that she did.  I've always
been close with my daughters, but my smoking has been the one barrier between
us.  But now that she's smoking, that barrier has been obliterated.  It's
wonderful."

"What's your relationship like with your youngest?"

"Michelle?"  Grace took a puff and nosehaled it.  "We're close, but she's much
more shy than her sister."

"Smoking might bring her out of that shell," Mike tried to say casually.

"That's what my oldest says," Grace replied thoughtfully.  "Patty thinks I
should just let whatever happens happen."  She paused to reflect for a moment.
"It's all happening so quickly, though.  Michelle used to be very critical of
my smoking, but recently she's barely made a peep about it.  At times, I sense
her secretly watching me smoke.  It can be very unnerving."

I like to watch you, too, Mike thought to himself.

"Now with her sister a smoker," Grace continued, "I'm just wondering how I can
handle this situation."

"Well," Mike took a deep breath, "you know the statistics are working against
you here, Grace.  Children with parents who smoke are 2.5 times more likely to
smoke in the future.  In fact, 60% of teens who smoke today come from families
in which there is at least one smoking parent."  Mike couldn't stop himself.
He loved to talk about teen smoking.  "Parents serve as role models for their
kids.  And so no matter how much you tell them that smoking is 'bad,' the
child can only see the pleasurable activity of smoking by a loved one, which
in turn, consciously and/or subconsciously, reinforces the notion that smoking
is in fact 'good.'  It's an amazing psychological irony."

"You certainly know a lot about this subject, counselor," Grace said with a
chortle.

"All in a day's work, your honor."

Grace stayed silent for a moment, savoring the power of his strong hands, but
also thinking about what Mike had just said.  

"Those statistics are certainly true in my case," she conceded.  "I wonder if
I would have ever started if my parents didn't smoke?  It was clear to me that
they enjoyed their habit.  And my mother looked so sophisticated, so
independent when she smoked a cigarette.  I wanted to be just like her.  I
even took her maiden name after my divorce."  Grace examined the cigarette in
her hand.  "What is it about you that brings so much pleasure," she murmured.
She brought the butt to her lips and felt the warmth of a slow, filter-covered
puff.

"How old were you when you started?"

Grace smiled as she thought back.  "I started at 16 when I was able to buy
cigarettes at a local smoke shop, but I had to sneak around at home.  It
wasn't hard to do, actually.  Our house was always filled with so much smoke
from my parents and brothers that they hardly even noticed when I came out of
the closet a year later."

"If you had had the opportunity, would you have started at 14?"

Grace didn't answer out loud.  Of course she would have.  For as long as she
could remember, she's always wanted to smoke, to be as strong and independent
as her mother.  

Enough talk, Grace thought to herself, and sat up to stub her cigarette out in
the ashtray and face Mike.  "You wanna fuck?"

Taken aback by the question from this wonderfully strong woman, Mike responded
with a submissive, "yes, please," and Grace took him by the hand as they
walked towards the bed.

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When Patty and Michelle reached the location of the party, they couldn't have
looked more different if they were strangers.  Patty had decided to go black
and leather - complete with boots, skirt, sleeveless shirt, and a waist length
jacket.  Michelle, unaccustomed to these kind of outings at her age, chose
something less conspicuous - a casual white skirt and short sleeved white
blouse with coat.  Patty laughed when she first saw Michelle in her outfit.
"We're not going to church, you know."  Michelle wanted to change but Patty
convinced her otherwise.  "I'm just teasing, sis.  You look great.  You'll
also get in less trouble this way."

As the two walked into the apartment, they could barely hear themselves think
over the loud electronic music.  The dark room was illuminated only by candles
and the glow of cigarettes and cigars.  The windows were intentionally opened
only a crack so that the smoke would hang heavy in the air, mixing the variety
of tobacco in the room into a rich, sweet aroma.  

Patty found it all exhilarating as she walked boldly into the room and
breathed in deeply.  "Ahhhh," she exhaled, "this is paradise."  She reached
into her small black bag and pulled out the cigarette holders, handing the
black one to Michelle so that it would contrast nicely with her outfit.
"Let's light up," she said eagerly and Michelle pulled out her new gold
lighter, bringing the flame to her sister's Saratoga and then her Capri.
Patty removed the holder from her mouth, a trail of smoke following before
being sucked backwards, and held the holder between her fingers, its thin stem
resting on her thumb.  "Be careful you don't poke somebody's eye out with this
thing," she said to Michelle as they began to move through the crowded room.

Michelle enjoyed the sensation of using the holder.  She felt so
sophisticated.  Yes darling, you look smashing tonight, absolutely ravishing.
She scanned the room and saw she was in good company as many of the women were
using a variety of holders of all different lengths.  She almost burst out
laughing, though, at the one who held an 18" holder.  That's not a holder, she
thought to herself, it's a club!

Michelle had never experienced anything like what lay before her and she
eagerly followed her sister in tow.  "Where did all these smokers come from,"
she yelled to Patty over the music.

"Thank Hillary Clinton," she yelled back.  "The government's anti-smoking
efforts have done more to make smoking cool and rebellious than any
advertising campaign I can imagine."

The two paused as Patty surveyed the room, soaking in the sight of every
conceivable cigarette brand, size, and flavor.  What should she try tonight?
And there were more than just cigarettes, of course.  Cigars and pipes were
also popular this evening.  The two girls gravitated from group to group,
chatting with friends and strangers alike, glancing at the package brand
people held in their hands and trying to guess their personalities.  Michelle
was having a wonderful time and even got to know some of the high school
smokers who she had always admired from afar.  "Come sit with us at lunch,"
they encouraged, and Michelle promised she would.  After an hour, Patty got a
glimpse of Ann and Jennifer standing in the corner.  "Come with me," she
yelled over the music to Michelle, "I want to introduce you."

As Michelle came up to Ann and Jennifer, she could understand why her sister
had gone to bed with them:  they were stunningly gorgeous, Jennifer with her
long black hair, and Ann's dyed a reddish-brown at shoulder length.  Moreover,
these two Asian Americans were both incredibly sexy smokers.  Jennifer stood
with her arms crossed, a More cigarette jutting out from between her fingers
near the base of her elbow, while Ann was puffing on a small cigar as she
conversed with a young Korean American guy.  Michelle knew that with their sex
appeal, they could attract the attention of any man in that room if they
chose.

When Patty came up to the two, Ann squealed a hello and gave her a peck on
both cheeks.  Jen leaned over and hugged Patty and then went back to standing
with her arms crossed.  "Guys, this is my sister, Michelle."

Ann held out her hand and said, "So you're the remaining anti-smoker in the
family."  She then looked down at Michelle's hand and saw the Capri in her
cigarette holder.  "Or should I say former?  Shit, you work fast Patty.  It
only took you two days to do what took us two months when we were trying to
get you hooked."

"Well, I had a little help," Patty said with a nudge to Michelle.  "The seeds
apparently had already been planted.  I just had to water them."

"Well," Ann said with a hug, "welcome to the club, Michelle."  Ann then put
her hand on the arm of the young man next to her.  "I want to introduce Kevin.
We found him at Starbucks on our way over here.  Isn't he just the cutest
thing?" she said as she put her palm on his face.  Ann then leaned close to
Patty and Michelle and said with a wicked smile, "He's only 16, you know.  We
promised to corrupt him tonight."

Michelle felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at Kevin.  While she
had always found white guys more to her liking, she definitely felt her heart
flutter when she saw this Korean American.  He was definitely a looker - and
she was impressed at how comfortable he looked holding a cigarette between his
fingers.  But she liked how he didn't appear to be too overconfident about his
good looks.  In fact, he had a wonderful shy little smile that Michelle found
endearing.  She brought the holder up to her lips hoping to attract his
attention.

Patty looked over at Jennifer and noticed the irritated look on her face as
she stared into the crowd.  "You feelin' okay, Jen," she asked.

"Don't ask," Ann interrupted with mock tragedy.  "She just found out today
that she received an A- in Humanities.  Now her precious chances of a 4.0 have
been dashed."

Jennifer, removing the More cigarette from her lips, gave Ann an icy glare as
she slowly exhaled through her nose.  "You know you can be such a cunt
sometimes."

"Who you callin' a cunt, dyke?"

Kevin and Michelle both stood agape in shock as the two women escalated their
insults.  "Don't worry," Patty assured them, "they do this all the time.  They
really do love each other."

"Bitch."

"Butch."

"Sushi Fingers."

"Rice Queen."

"Girls!" Patty finally interjected.  "Perhaps booze would alleviate this
situation," and she gestured towards the keg in the kitchen.

"Actually," Ann countered as she reached into her purse, "I have something
better."  When she opened her palm, she revealed two reefers and said with a
mischievous grin, "You game?"

Michelle was beyond shocked.  She had never seen a marijuana cigarette before
and glanced over at Patty who turned and said, "Sis, I'm not ready for you to
give up all your childhood quite yet.  You better stay in here."

"Kevin," Ann said with her hand running along the back of his neck, "you
coming with us?" and she gestured towards the balcony.

"No thanks, I think I'll stay here with Michelle."

"Suit yourself," Ann replied and she took Jennifer by the arm and pulled her
outside.  

"Kevin," Patty began as she looked down at the pack of cigarettes in his hand,
"I see you're a Benson and Hedges smoker:  stable, reliable, upstanding.  I am
trusting you with my sister."  Then she looked him in the eye and said coolly,
"Don't violate that trust."  She then turned to Michelle with a grin.  "Be
back in a while," and she ran out to the balcony, closing the sliding glass
door behind her just as Ann was handing the lit reefer to Jen.

Michelle stood there in shock, alone in a room with mostly strangers, her gaze
transfixed on what was happening out on the balcony.

"I'm just not into that kind of stuff," she heard a voice say over the music
as she watched her sister take a puff.

"Huh?" She turned and found herself looking into Kevin's brown eyes.

"Pot.  I'm just not into it.  Have you ever tried it?"

"Uh, no."  Michelle felt awkward.  What else could she say?

"Would you like a beer?"  Kevin also was struggling for the right words.  He
found this girl standing in front of him smoking a cigarette with a holder
incredibly sexy.  And yet he got a sense that she was much different from her
sister; much more shy.

"Uh, no thanks.  I don't drink."

"Really," he answered with some relief, "neither do I.  Come on - let's sit
down.  They'll be out there for a while."

Michelle was at a loss for words as the two sat together, and without her
sister's support, she didn't know how to act.  Suddenly all the confidence she
had earlier seemed to follow Patty out onto the balcony.  As she tried to
insert one of her Capris into her holder, she fumbled it onto the floor.  

Kevin could see how nervous she was and sought to reassure her with some kind
words.  He picked up the holder and handed it to Michelle with a smile.  "You
know, there's something about a holder that just provides so much to a woman,"
he said.  "A confidence in her demeanor; a sense that she's unafraid of what
people think about her smoking."  He leaned over with his lighter and brought
the flame to Michelle's Capri.  "Of course, only a beautiful woman like
yourself can really make that kind of magic."  God, he thought to himself,
that must have sounded so transparent.  She must think I'm a total gigolo.

Michelle smiled.  What a silly thing for him to say, she thought to herself.
He's even more nervous than I am.  But this realization helped her to regain
some of her confidence.  With each passing minute, she began to feel more at
ease with Kevin as they talked about their interests and learned more about
each other.  But what she found most intriguing about this guy was that
despite his shyness, there was a confidence he had in his smoking.  It was as
if he knew how good he looked holding a cigarette - and she found that very
attractive.  

Michelle was so enjoying her conversation with Kevin that she hardly even
noticed that 45 minutes had suddenly past before Patty came back in from the
balcony laughing hysterically.  Jennifer and Ann followed from behind, arm in
arm.

"Sis," Patty said sitting next to Michelle with a giggle, "I got a BIG favor
to ask you.  Do you mind if I take you home right now?"

Michelle was surprised by the suddenness of the question.  She was really
getting to know Kevin and didn't want to leave, but when she looked up at
Jennifer and Ann and saw them gazing at Patty seductively, she understood the
meaning of her sister's question.

"We're going to..."  Patty gave out another giggle before shaking her head in
an attempt to drive out the silliness.  She looked at Michelle with a straight
face and said, "We're going to do some studying tonight," and then burst out
with an uncontrollable laugh.

Michelle could see that her sister was hardly in any condition to drive and
looked for some support from Kevin, who instantly read her gaze.  "Do you
mind?  I don't live very far."  Kevin gave her a nod.

"Well," Patty said with a satisfied look on her face, "now that that's
settled...Jen?  Ann?  Let's go crack those books!"  Michelle watched the three
move through the crowd into a bedroom across the room and close the door.

"You're not anything like your sister, are you?"

"No," she replied with a little irritation.

That's a shame, Kevin thought to himself, and the two left the party.

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

As Kevin drove Michelle home, the two continued the conversation they began at
the party.  Michelle found out that Kevin was actually a Junior at her own
high school and wanted to attend one of the universities in the D.C. area.
Both hoped to follow in their parent's footsteps and go on to law school after
college, and both shared the same interests in music, movies, and even web
sites.  Michelle was too young to know if there was really such a thing as
love at first site, but she did know that what she felt for this guy was
different than anything she had felt before.

"Well, here we are," she said as Kevin drove into her driveway.  "I had a
really good time tonight."

Kevin reached for his Benson and Hedges.  "How about one last cigarette?"

Michelle, feeling the effects of smoking so much this first day, was hesitant.
She had spent most of the night puffing without inhaling because she was
getting so dizzy.  But she wanted to see Kevin smoke again.  "Okay," she
replied and put a Capri between her lips without the holder.  As Kevin offered
her a flame, she leaned over seductively to accept, and drew the smoke into
her lungs.  She took hold of his hand and exhaled a gust of smoke onto the
lighter, extinguishing the flame.  "I always wanted to do that," she said with
a grin and gently released his hand.

She watched him light his own cigarette, making the tip glow brightly in the
darkness of the car, and then exhaling a slow stream through his nose as he
put the lighter back into his pocket.  She was suddenly feeling bold.  "Has
anyone told you how good you look smoking?"

Kevin smiled, taking another puff that reflected in his glasses before
bringing his fingers up to remove the cigarette from his lips.  Kevin formed
his mouth in an oval shape and let loose a perfect smoke ring.

Michelle felt the space between her legs start to moisten.  Smoke rings, she
thought to herself.  I love a man who can blow smoke rings.  This was an
opportunity she couldn't let pass.  

Michelle took a deep puff as she leaned over to Kevin, and in a smoky whisper
said into his ear, "My mother won't be home until tomorrow afternoon."  She
reached for the key in the ignition and then stepped out of the car, twirling
his keys around on one finger as she walked towards the front door, her
cigarette glowing brightly in the moonless sky.  Kevin sat for a moment trying
to comprehend what was happening, his dick bulging hard against his pants.  He
got out of the car and followed her into the house.

END PART FIVE

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