It's a Saturday night, and I've stopped at this hotel
bar I know of for a couple of drinks and some soft
quiet atmosphere. I'm wearing a jet-black, highly
glossy latex bodysuit with a zipper down the front.
I've got on a pair of knee-high, black patent leather,
stiletto-heeled boots with gold chains around each
ankle. I'm also wearing a pair of elbow length black
latex gloves. My bodysuit is zipped open down to
about my nipples, to give a good view of my tanned and
ample cleavage. You can tell I'm not wearing a bra by
the way my hard, erect nipples strain tight against
the latex. I've got a gold chain belt around my waist
and I'm wearing a pair of large, gold hoop earrings.
My platinum blonde hair has been sprayed stiff and
poofs out around my head, very 80-ish style. My
make-up is perfect. I'm wearing enough mascara and
eyeshadow to create that dark smoky/slutty look I like
so well. My lips are the only contrast to my
appearance as they are painted thickly in a fire
engine red lipstick. I'm very pleased with my
appearance as I have almost no wrinkles in my latex as
I move. I glide along with a familiar, yet erotic,
rustling sound. To complete the ensemble, I'm wearing
a wide black leather choker around my neck, I'm
scented with "White Diamonds", and I'm carrying a
glossy black leather clutch purse.

I take a seat at the bar in the hotel lounge. There
are only a few people in the lounge and nobody seated
near me. The lights are dim so nobody really notices
my attire as I walked in. The bartender comes over
and asks what I'll have. I order a gin and tonic and
my response comes out in a Kathleen Turner-ish voice,
breathy yet a touch husky. It fits my mood as I'm
feeling very much in control of my surroundings. The
bartender returns with my drink and I pay him. I'm
take a first sip of my drink and am satisfied with the
contents. Heavy on the gin, just enough tonic for
taste. I'm almost comfortable but realize I need one
last thing. I open my purse, pull out a soft, black
leather cigarette case, and gently pull out one of my
beloved More cigarettes.

I place the cigarette to my lips, letting it dangle in
the corner of my mouth as I search for my lighter. I
was sure I put it in my purse, but can't locate it. I
start to become frustrated when out of nowhere, a
flame appears beside my More. I can't see, due to the
flame, who's holding it, but I turn my head, lean
over, and move my the end of my More into the flame,
sucking and bringing it to life. I take a deep,
cheek-hollowing first drag and let the smoke exhale
thickly through my nostrils as the lighter shuts off.

I look to see who has been kind enough to light a
lady's cigarette, and there you stand. You look very
handsome but I can also tell you are very, very
nervous! I look at your hand and realize you are
trembling. I look back up to your eyes as I remove my
More from my lips. "What a kind gesture that was, to
come to the aid of a lady in distress. Please allow
me to thank you properly, kind sir." You try to
speak, but all you can do is stand there and attempt
to swallow. I put my More back to my lips, take
another deep drag, and stand up to face you. I pull
my cigarette away, reach a latex hand behind you to
draw you closer to me, and pull your head to mine.
Our lips meet in a kiss and I slip my tongue between
your lips. As you open your mouth to reciprocate, I
exhale my creamy smoke into your mouth and
surprisingly, you accept it happily. I break our kiss
and step back, taking another long drag on my More,
and watch as you softly blow my smoke out into the
open air. I gently sit back down at my stool and ask,
"Are you calmed down now enough to talk to me?" You
start to nod and softly answer "Yes.". I take a good
look at you and see you're dressed nicely.
Button-down shirt, suit jacket, slacks, and loafers.
No tie and you've got a button open around your
collar. You fumble a little as you try to replace
your lighter in your jacket pocket.
"Would you care to join me for a cigarette? I'm here
alone and would appreciate the company."
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't smoke." You reply.
"Really? Yet you carry a lighter with you?" I ask,
through an exhale of smoke from my More.
"I like to be prepared." You respond sheepishly.
I take a sip of my gin and tonic. "Do you always come
to hotel bars, looking for ladies so you can light
their cigarettes?"
"Something like that."
I'm amused by the way your face is starting to blush
as you answer my questions. But, I'm also starting to
become a little impatient. "Well, I'd say your
technique needs a little work. You must not do this
very often."
"Actually, you're my first." You respond, head
lowered, looking at the floor. Now, you've caught me
by surprise and my curiousity is highly piqued.
I take a pull of my cigarette, then ask,
"Am I really? Well, sir, I am more than honored to be
your first recipient, but what I really want to know
is why. There are a lot of ladies out there and I'm
sure that I'm not the only one of them who smokes.
What makes me so special?"
"Well, you see, it's ....um....well, it's the way you
look. Your outfit is incredible! I've always wanted
to see a woman who was confident enough to wear a
latex suit in public. You've got an incredible body,
the most beautiful face I've ever seen. Your voice is
like music, and you smoke Mores!"
"Come again?" I ask as I put out my finished
cigarette in an ashtray.
"I know this sounds very strange, but I love to watch
women who smoke your kind of cigarette. It's so
different and the women who smoke them just have a
different attitude about them. I saw you walk in the
lounge. You radiate grace, confidence, and power!
When I saw you pull out a More, I had to be the one to
light it. If I didn't do this, I'd regret it the rest
of my life. That's it. You probably think I'm some
kind of pervert or something."
"On the contrary!" I reply, reaching into my purse.
I am extremely and genuinely touched by your honesty
and sincerity!" I pull another More out of its' pack
and hold it between my latex-gloved fingers. "In
fact, It would almost be cruel if I didn't allow you
to light another More for me." I place the More to my
lips and you rush to get your lighter and make a flame
jump to life. I watch your eyes as I start my
cigarette and I can see wonder and amazement in them.
I pull my More away and pull the smoke deep into my
lungs, my breasts rising as I do so. You shut off the
lighter and I exhale my smoke directly into your face.
You close your eyes, breathe in, and smile of
contentment appears on your face.

I watch you in amazement and realize that you have
truly meant every word you've said to me. You are
truly fascinated by not only what I'm wearing, but by
my habit. You are in ecstasy watching me do what most
people shun me for. You're just sort of standing
there as I look at you, then you kind start to turn,
like you're ready to walk away.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"I just figured that you were done with me, so I was
going back to my seat."
"Just a minute, Darling. I'm not quite finished with
you yet. What is your name, sweetie?"
"Jonathan." You answer, eyes becoming wide.
"Jonathan, would you mind terribly if I conducted
a....small experiment with you?"
"What kind of experiment?" You ask, a little afraid.
"It's nothing dangerous, but if I tell you, it may
spoil the results. To get an honest answer, you have
to unaware of what's about to occur. Really. all you
need to do is stand right there in front of me, just
like you are."
"Okay, I guess."
"That's a good boy. This won't hurt a bit......I
think." I place my More to my lips and take a long,
deep, sensuous drag off of it. I pull the cigarette
away, do a snap inhale to draw the smoke deep into my
lungs, aim for my target, and then blow smoke directly
at the crotch of your pants. As the cigarette smoke
hits you, I watch in amazement at how your erection
literally springs to life inside your trousers.
"Unnnnngghhh!" I hear you groan a bit at the surprise
discomfort below your waist.
"I'm sorry, Jonathan. I was afraid that might
happen." Honestly, I was almost praying that would
happen. If I were a betting woman, I'd have wagered a
year's salary on that very reaction. This was
becoming an opportunity too good to pass up.
I watch as, embarrassingly, you adjust your garments
to relieve some of the discomfort, but your hard-on is
still very obvious, and very impressive!
"Jonathan, darling, do you trust me?"
"Oh, absolutely!"
"Even though you don't even know me."
"That doesn't matter. Whatever you want, just ask
me!"
"Jonathan, I want you to take a good look at me. To
you, I am a perfect stranger. I'm wearing a very
expensive latex bodysuit. My boots alone would
probably cost you a week's wages. My gold chains and
earrings are not "Blue Light Specials" from K-Mart.
What I pay for a manicure, you would use for a decent
car payment. I probably spend more on cigarettes in a
week than you do on food. My tastes are very
particular and very expensive. You're right about me.
I am confident about myself and I do deal with quite
a bit of power. In all honesty, I take boys like you
and have them for breakfast. Knowing all that and
nothing else about me, do you still trust me?"
You look me in the eyes and nod your head yes.
"Then brace yourself, sweetie, because you are about
to have the night of your life!" I put my More to my
mouth again, and take the deepest, hardest drag I can
muster. You just stand there in front of me,
expecting another stream of smoke on your hard-on.
You watch as I pull the More away, do another snap
inhale, and then you notice my eyes. I keep them open
for the whole display and you can see that they are
literally beginning to sparkle with power! I begin my
exhale at your face and blow smoke down the length of
your body. It not only hits you, it envelops you and
surrounds you. You do not move but you feel something
beginning to occur, something unusual and strange.
You close you eyes, and when you re-open them a few
seconds later and the last of my cigareete smoke has
cleared, you realize that the scenery around you has
changed. Slowly, you look up to see me towering over
you.

I look at you and softly tell you, "Don't move!" I
climb off the stool, bend down, and place my latex
covered palm in front of you. "Hop in." I whisper.
You do so, reluctantly, but I lift you up, and let you
climb off and stand on the bar.
"Oh my God! What have you done to me?" You shout.
The sound comes out inaudible to everyone but myself.
"Jonathan," I whisper. I have to whisper because my
normal voice would now shatter your eardrums.
"There's a couple other things about me you should
know. One, you are now the exact size of one of my
precious More cigarettes." I stand a More next to him
and the height of the two match perfectly. My
normally slender cigarette is now about as thick as
Jonathan is around the waist.
"The second thing you should know is that I am what
most people commonly refer to as a witch, although I
prefer the term "Sorceress" myself. I have....and
use, on occasion, magical powers. The third thing, I
have no intent on harming you. I will not turn you
into a toad, or use you as a sacrifice for some sacred
magical spell. I want you whole and healthy for what
I have planned and you will find it enjoyable. The
last thing you need to know is that I want to take you
home with me, but I must keep the location of my
residence a secret. To do this, I need you to ride
inside my purse. There's enough room in my cigarette
case for you to be comfortable and I promise you, the
leather of the case is as soft and luxurious as you
will find anywhere. I'll ask you once more, Jonathan,
do you trust me? If you say yes, we'll be on our way.
If you say no, I'll return you to your normal size
and depart, never to be seen by your eyes again. Do
you trust me?"
You stand there for a few seconds, thinking about all
that's been thrown at you. You look around, look at
me, and answer...............