I was in Prague, the Czechish republic's capital when I noticed one of the women selling "wursts" in a square. She was dark, about 40, and had a long curved nose. She once turned around and coughed slightly and I could clearly hear a slight rattling. I assumed she was a smoker (quite common here) and stayed for a while close to her and hoped to see her smoke, but she never left her place. Disappointed I left the place.
In the street, someone was giving people business cards with a photo on, it was one of these strip clubs obviously. Having nothing special to do in the evening, I went there, had a glass of beer and sat down at a table, just to watch. It was at that time I noticed her. She was dark, about 45 I guessed, had a curved nose, fairly long and with remarkably long nostrils. She was wearing a black dress, sitting at the next table and she turned out to be watching the show. She was smoking all the time, and every now and then, she coughed in her hand. She waited perhaps between 10 and 30 seconds between each drag on her cigarette, kept the smoke for about seven seconds in average before mouth exhaling. Sometimes, she used her beautiful nose, sometimes she let her mouth exhale be followed by a thinner nose exhale. She was watching the show, so I saw her face from the side, which made the slighest portion of cigarette smoke coming from her clearly visible.
I noticed that she frequently left her table, went into the ladies room and quickly came back again, always with a new cigarette directly following the last one. A few times, some man wanted to bring her with him to one of the small rooms, but was always turned down. I got the feeling she wasn't "available", simply. I decided to just try to talk to her, since I had started to get curious so about her, but suddenly she finished her cigarette and left the table. Just when she passed behind my back, she coughed a few times, and I could her a deep, wet rattling. I saw her entering the "backstage" areas, so she must be working there and simply was having a break.

I couldn't resist going back the next evening, and I managed to get the same table. Some girls wanted my attention but I managed to get rid of them, I was just looking for my dark beauty, but there was no sign of her. Quite disappointed, I left early to have a walk before going back to the hotel. I walked around the block and when I passed the back side of the club house, I suddenly heard a door open, and I recognised her way of coughing. I looked around, and there she was, leaving the house. She coughed again, deeper, and spat in the street, then she caught the sight of me.
- Hello, I said, but I wasn't sure if she woould recognise me, maybe she hadn't paid any attention to me the evening before.
- Oh, hello, sorry, she said in a very heavyy accent and she looked embarrassed. Her voice was raspy and smoky.
- End of working day, I added.
- Yes, yes, going home, yes, she said and liit a new cigarette.
- I noticed you don't work with... with the usual stuff, I went on, unsure about how to express what I meant.
- No, she said shyly, no... I cough too muchh, they said... I cough all time and I have to... you know...
She pattered herself on her chest and cleared her throat deliberately.
- My smoking and my lungs you know, she saidd, but started to cough. Her rattlings sounded heavy and she spat again. Now I understood why she had been going into the ladies room all the time.
For some reason, I anyway liked her, in a personal way, and she said she could do what they were doing at the club in private for me, but that she had never done it before for money. I didn't understood why she accepted my offer, I was actually suggesting just a cup of coffee at a cafe or whatever, but she insisted on me following her to her little flat, it was only a kilometer or so, she said.
Anyway, we started to walk, side by side. She smoked without interruption and started to cough every now and then. About every three times, she coughed her wet phlegm up and spat. One time, I couldn't resist putting one arm around her, massaging the naked top part of her chest with the other hand. Being so close to her, I heard that her breathe made a rattling sound sometimes. I wondered what her lungs looked like. When we had got to the entrance to her house, she told me to get in while she would finish her cigarette. Instead, I stayed with her, and she got a long coughing fit. She coughed deeper and deeper for a whole minute, coughing up all the time. When she had spit three times, I couldn't resist anymore, so I started to massage her chest again, going a bit inside her shirt.
Finally, her cough subsided and we got inside. She told me to sit down and went into the bathroom. I heard her cough deliberately the hardest she could, it was like if she tried to get rid of as much of her smoky phlegm as she could so she wouldn't have to cough so much the nearest minutes. She came out with a lit cigarette, wearing her underpants and a bra only. She sat down over me after helping me to undress. She was smoking voluminously all the time. Her black, warm nostrils were right over me and a few times, she nose exhaled her smoke and I massaged her nose a few times, when I didn't massage other parts of her. I inhaled a little of the smoke coming from her lungs via her nostrils when I could.
After a while, a deep, dark, long rattling was heard and she started to cough with her mouth shut. She tried hardly to keep her cough back, but it just went on, and when she put a hand over her mouth I removed it and put my own hand there. I came through when she coughed up directly in my hand and I put some of the wet, hot phlegm over her sexy nose.

I laid back, completely exhausted when she got off me and started to cough even worse than before. I understood she was coughing her hands full of her phlegm and she went into the bathroom to clean it off. She came out again after a while, wearing a bath gown only and sat down, lit a cigarette while breathing heavily. I looked at her, and finally, a tired by happy smile was seen on her lips. I got up and embraced her. She was smoking intensively, her lips were closed around the cigarette all the time, and her nose was pumping out smoke time after time. She finished three cigarettes in sequence that way. Time after time, her normal cough was there, it was the only times when she removed the cigarettes from her lips.

She never went back to the club again. The morning after, we met again and I brought her with me home and got her a more decent job. With tons of nicotine chewing gum, I managed to get her down to a more normal smoking level, and she's today a fantastic smoker to watch. Well, not only watch, to be honest...
Her lungs got better faster than I had expected, the worst problem now seems that I sometimes miss her worst coughing fits and all that heavy phlegm that used to almost flow over me when we were making love. Including never taste it again, never licking it off her tongue, never massaging her breasts with it...