Test Subject, Part 17

Author's note:  The following story is satire, and is not intended to, in any
sense, impugn the fine folks at big tobacco companies who, no doubt, put
their customers best interests ahead of their profits.  

The author does not necessarily condone the use of tobacco, by adults or
minors, nor the use of illegal substances, nor masturbation, nor
participation in lesbian sex, nor any other morally questionable practice
depicted in the story.  Later parts of the story contain graphic sexual
language, and are not suitable for underage readers.  
Any resemblance to smoking fetish fiction is purely accidental.  
All other imaginable disclaimers apply.

Test Subject
Conclusion: "Business and Pleasure"

Maureen pulled cigar smoke into her lungs and practiced making smoke rings
while she waited for either her sister to come back, or for their guests to
arrive. It turned out that Cynthia and Emily got there before Julia was
finished. Hearing them talking as they approached the door, Maureen went and
opened it before they knocked. Both of them were wearing fashionable business
attire, and they held their freshly lit cigarettes between their long
fingers, with their wrists bent at the same feminine angle. In addition,
Cynthia was carrying a fairly large black briefcase. Maureen noticed that
Emily had her raven black hair carefully braided, and was wearing more makeup
than usual. 

"Come on in," she whispered to the pair, taking her cigar out of her mouth as
she spoke, and then putting it back in to take a long drag. "Try to be quiet
though. Julia is in the bathroom, and I want her to be surprised when she
sees you."

"She doesn't know we're coming?" Emily asked, smiling.

"She's been in the bathroom since Cynthia called," Maureen told her guests,
exhaling partially before she spoke, and then, after a secondary inhale,
breathing out the rest of the smoke.

Cynthia moved close to Maureen, pressed their bodies close, and gave her a
kiss on her lips, exhaling her latest puff and then biting gently on
Maureen's lower lip as she drew away. "It smells like you guys started the
party without us," she said in a low voice. Turning to her sister, she said,
"Looks like we have a little bit of catching up to do." The two sisters
shared a knowing look and matching cryptic smiles.

As her guests made their way quietly into the cozy living room, Maureen
hastened to her favorite chair, claiming it before either of her guests asked
any embarrassing questions. As she sat down, she puffed in her cigar smoke in
relief. She wouldn't have minded if it was just Cynthia, but she didn't know
Emily as intimately, and she was sure that if her sister was reminded it
would become a running joke throughout the evening.

She had no sooner sat down, when Cynthia asked, "Do you have a bottle of
water?" 

"Um, sure. Do you want anything Emily?"

"Not to drink right now, thank you," Emily said politely before making the
tip of her cigarette glow brightly.

Maureen got up, taking her almost spent cigar with her as she hurried into
the kitchen to fetch the required drink. Taking a final puff and inhale on
her cigar before putting it out in the ashtray she kept in the room, she
hoped that her sitting down in the chair had effectively claimed it, so that
neither of the sisters would take the seat.

She rushed back to the room, and was happy to notice that Cynthia and Emily
had taken places at the couch, with Cynthia sitting closest to Maureen's
favorite chair. Moreover, as she handed the bottle of water to Cynthia, she
observed that the doctor had opened her briefcase and had removed from it a
decently sized water pipe, which she held between her legs. Smoking on the
cigarette she had sticking out of her mouth, she was filling the bowl with
smelly green bud while Emily looked on.

"Thank you, honey," Cynthia said, her words of gratitude carrying small puffs
of smoke with them. She opened the bottle, and poured some into the water
pipe. Taking her cigarette out of her mouth, she held it between the fingers
of her free hand while her other hand reached for a lighter. She lost no time
in blazing up the contents of the water pipe's bowl, saying smilingly before
she did so, "Age before beauty."

Maureen and Emily watched intently as Cynthia put her mouth slightly inside
the top of the pipe, her cheeks hollowing with the effort of sucking as the
clear water pipe began bubble festively and fill with thick smoke. After
about five seconds, Cynthia suddenly removed the stem, and the smoke went
shooting into her rising chest.

Emily casually grabbed the pipe, and, focusing her gaze intently on the bowl,
clicked the lighter and repeated her sister's actions, filling the bong again
with white smoke. As the pipe bubbled once again and filled with smoke, the
toilet in the bathroom suddenly flushed, and Julia made her way back into the
room. Emily looked up from the pipe, and met Julia's gaze with her own.
Maureen thought she saw Emily's parted lips smile in happiness as she pulled
the stem out and sucked the smoke forcefully through the pipe and into her
lungs.

"Did you get lost?" Maureen asked her sister, prompting Cynthia to snort
unexpectedly as she tried to keep from laughing. Two little wisps of smoke
came out of her nostrils before she released a full exhale of still thick
smoke in Julia's direction. Immediately, she took a strong drag from her
cigarette.

Julia's pretty face flushed, but she shot back, "I thought you spilled
something on that chair you're sitting in. Is it still wet?"

Now it was Maureen's turn to flush. She considered saying something further,
but decided to let her little sister have the last word, at least for now. 

Julia went over to her sister and helped herself to a luxury length Allure.
She popped it in her mouth and lit it in one fluid motion. "You didn't tell
me we were expecting company," she said after she had completed her snap
inhale.

"Don't you hate it when company drops by unexpectedly? Actually, Cynthia
called right after you got in the bathroom, about fifteen minutes ago or so."

Emily, still looking at Julia intently patted the empty space on the sofa
beside her. "You're next in the rotation," she croaked, keeping most of the
smoke inside. The way Emily was scrutinizing Julia reminded Maureen of the
way that Cynthia had looked at her after her own bathroom break yesterday.

"You'll have to help me with that pipe. I'm new at this," Julia said, softly,
as she sat down, continuing to gaze into Emily's eyes.

"Open your mouth," Emily told Julia, who complied readily. Emily put her face
very close to Julia's, and exhaled into Julia's parted lips, while Julia
breathed slowly in. The two girls continued to stare into each other's eyes,
and Emily's tongue made fleeting contact with Julia's braces before she
turned her face away. 

"After you exhale, put your mouth into the tube on the top, and I'll take
care of the rest," Emily said, smiling. Julia again followed Emily's
instructions, exhaling the remnants of Emily's bong hit, and fully emptying
her lungs before putting her mouth in the appropriate place. Emily smiled as
she lit the bowl and Julia began to make the bong bubble. After a few
seconds, Emily removed the stem, and the smoke rushed into Julia. Emily took
a drag on her cigarette and, after inhaling a ball of smoke from a large snap
inhale, whispered something into Julia's ear, causing Maureen's sister to
once again smile and blush.

Cynthia reached over and took the water pipe from Julia. Sucking on it
quickly, she took in the smoke that remained in the chamber, and proceeded to
pack up another bowl. She exhaled, and took another drag on her cigarette
before passing the pipe to Maureen, who herself had just exhaled a stream of
smoke from her freshly lit Allure.

"By the way, you were right about me cutting class," Maureen told Cynthia,
who smiled her puzzling smile and blew a cloud of smoke into the air.

As Maureen operated the pipe as she had seen the other women do, Cynthia
began to speak. Maureen struggled to concentrate on the words.

"I told you we'd take care of business first, then pleasure, but there's no
good reason why we can't do both at once. Maureen, I take it you haven't
mentioned the job offer to Julia yet?"

Right after she removed the stem, and sucked the thick smoke inside, Maureen
pinched her eyes shut and shook her head no.

"Well, Julia, I'd like to offer you and your sister a job in marketing for
our little company. We'll pay you each $70,000 a year, plus bonuses. Does
that sound like something you'd be interested in?"

Julia pumped in several drags off of her cig, and said, "Yeah, definitely."
Maureen reflected, before exhaling and taking a drag off of her cigarette,
that Julia was considerably quiet, especially since Emily had arrived. 

Cynthia broke into her thoughts. "Are you gonna pass that over here, babe?"
Maureen started, and then handed the water pipe over to Cynthia, who began to
hit it.

Emily continued her sister's speech, while her sister was otherwise occupied.
"We would like Maureen to start immediately, and Julia to start right after
her braces come off."

"Who exactly would we be marketing your product to?" Maureen asked.

Cynthia handed the pipe over to her sister and continued, speaking while
still holding in her smoke. "Well, how would the two of you like to begin a
career in modeling?"

Maureen took another puff on her Allure before she replied. "I don't
understand."

"We would like to begin distributing our product carefully, especially
considering all of the scrutiny that larger tobacco companies receive from an
over-zealous media and from all of the health Nazis. Yet, we would also like
for our customers to be people of glamour and influence. Since a
disproportionate number of fashion models smoke, it seems like a good place
to begin.  As you meet others in the modeling business, you could casually
introduce them to our product. Once they try it, I'm sure they'll keep coming
back for more."" Julia asked, "How do you know that we could make it as
models?  Thousands of girls try modeling, and even some very good looking
women don't succeed?"

Cynthia spoke through an exhale.  "You both have the looks to be a model,
definitely, and I think you could actually make it big in the industry. In
fact, if you would like, we are prepared to pay for you to have any cosmetic
enhancements you see fit to have, although," she hastened to add, "I don't
think you need them. To further ensure your success, we have some important
connections in the modeling world, and certain ways of making sure that you
get noticed.  "One further benefit of your career in modeling is that it is a
plausible explanation for Julia's sudden large income, and a way for her to
become more independent."  Julia looked very pleased, and took an extra long
drag on her cigarette to show it.

Emily finished her hit, and passed to Julia before she took a turn speaking.
"Our newest product, designer cigarettes, seem especially suited to the
modeling lifestyle. We're working on ways to custom make Allure cigarettes to
fully compliment individual users' unique brain chemistry. Of course, you and
your sister will be among the first to get to try what we consider to be the
future of smoking pleasure."

"Which way is this going," Julia said suddenly, obviously disorientated.
Emily patted her on the inside of her knee, and passed the pipe over to
Maureen by way of Cynthia.

"Part of the reason why we introduced you to "tobacco," (Cynthia made little
quotation marks with her fingers, two of which were holding the Allure she
had just lit), was because its use is so common in the fashion world. We
think Maureen would have great success if she plied her potential customers
with high quality Mary Jane before introducing them to the pleasure of
Allures."

"I have a question," Julia raised her hand, which was holding her Allure, in
the air as if she was calling a teacher's attention in class. "Why do you
seem to peddle Allures exclusively to females?"

"It's a woman thing, darling," Emily answered, smiling, before taking a
lengthy puff on her cig and breathing it down.

"Emily's right," Cynthia said. "Women just respond better to our product.
Study after study has demonstrated that women get more addicted to nicotine
than men. Our brains just react to it differently. We specifically use
smoking to cope with stress, anger, sadness, fear, and other negative
emotions. We also use cigarettes when we have positive emotions such as
happiness." She sucked on her cigarette and drew the smoke down. "Our
nicotine use is linked to our passions. Therefore, women make very good test
subjects and initial consumers."

Maureen said, "I have a question too, about the crystallized nicotine. I read
somewhere that pure nicotine was extremely toxic and unstable, and that it
was actually explosive. How do you make it so that it is safe?"

"That's a company secret," Emily said, jokingly. "Actually, we're able to
slightly tweak the chemical structure of our nicotine, so that the product
that we're enjoying is similar to, but at the same time, quite different from
what people get in traditional cigarettes. Any more questions?"

Maureen was sure she had more, but couldn't think of them just then,
considering her state of mind. She was almost relieved when Cynthia took the
bong away from her and set it on the table.  A quiet settled over the room as
each woman escaped into their own thoughts. Maureen closed her eyes and
enjoyed the intense high that the quality herb had given her, while she
breathed her Allure smoke in and out. All around her, she could hear various
pops, whooshes, crackles, and sighs as her companions sucked in their
nicotine methodically. She almost didn't need to smoke to get nicotine; there
was more than enough second hand smoke in the surrounding air to keep her
satisfied. Nevertheless, she continued taking in more puffs.

When she sensed that her cigarette was almost finished, she opened her eyes,
and saw that the other three women were likewise finished or finishing their
smokes. Cynthia produced four cigars, and handed one to each of them.

The four women puffed their cigars alight at once from the flame that Emily
offered from her extended lighter. Each inhaled deeply, and held it in,
before reluctantly releasing their breath into the room, adding to the dense
layers of nicotine residue in the air.

"I'd like to propose a toast," Cynthia said. "To new partnerships!" Emily and
Julia's eyes met once again, and Emily reached over and took Julia's hand
into her own. Although the women didn't have any drinks at hand, they
followed Cynthia's lead, raising their cigars, and touching the lit ends
together, before they took more of the smoke into their already smoke soaked
lungs.

Maureen was just beginning to plot how to get rid of Emily and Julia, so that
she and Cynthia could have more time to themselves, when Julia solved her
problem.

"Come with me," Julia suddenly told Emily in a low voice, smoke sputtering
from her lips. She helped herself to the box whose contents she and Maureen
had enjoyed earlier in the evening, and led her partner into Maureen's
bedroom. "Don't wait up," she called out to Maureen, prompting a girlish
giggle from Emily. Behind them, the door to Maureen's bedroom swung quietly
shut.

Taking a long drag, Cynthia shrugged her shoulders and pulled Maureen over on
the couch, and the two women exchanged a few long, tender smoky kisses.
Maureen began to caress Cynthia's chest tenderly as it expanded and
contracted with each inhale and exhale of smoke.

She was just beginning to wonder if they could go further without being
disturbed, when, faintly, she began to hear a rhythmic creaking, presumably
from her bed. She also heard periodic giggles from behind the door, and
occasional clicks of a lighter besides. The crack of light that showed forth
from beneath the door soon went out.

Cynthia smiled sweetly as she reached over and turned off the light in the
living room as well. All that could be seen in the room were two small orange
lights, which would frequently glow brighter for a few seconds, revealing one
or another of the women's faces, before their luminosity once again
diminished. 

In the darkness, Cynthia and Maureen pleasured their lungs while they
pleasured each other, trying, as doubtless Emily and Julia were, not to make
too much noise. An exciting new chapter was beginning in their lives, and
Maureen was elated at the turn her life had taken during one short week. 

"I love you," Cynthia said, before taking a final drag off of her cigar and
blowing it directly into Maureen.

"I love you, too," Maureen replied, breathlessly.

The two orange lights became three, and then four, before suddenly becoming
two again. So it would continue all through the night.  `f

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