Amber's Revenge, Part 2

Amber's Revenge - Part 2 



   Amber walked into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.  As she waited for
the water to heat, she picked up the list of chores The Asshole had left for
her to get ready for tonight's dinner party.  Number 1 on the list was to
wash the kitchen floor.  Fat chance of that happening she thought as she spit
her dangling cigarette butt onto the light oak hardwood floor.  She continued
reading the list as she hung a fresh cigarette from the opposite corner of
her mouth.  Vacuum all the rugs was the second chore.  She flicked her
lighter and double pumped her cigarette.  Set the dinning room table.  Clean
the guest bathroom, especially the toilet.  Dust all furniture.  Open three
bottles of Chateau Margaux '89 at 6 pm so they have time to breathe.  Put
three bottles of Kistler chardonnay in the refrigerator.  The list went on
and on.  Well, the wine seems like a good idea, but there is no way I'm
going to do any of these other things, she thought.

   Her cigarette had a red hot ash about two inches long on it as Amber
walked to the patio doorwall and looked out through the shear curtain.
Another beautiful day, she thought.  Too bad I'll be stuck in here all day
with every window closed.  She looked down to see that her dangling cigarette
had gotten too close to the curtain and had burned a hole clear through.
What a nice touch she thought.  There were a few more minutes until the
coffee was done so she went for a walk around the house.  As she walked
through each room, she moved her mouth and its ever-present cigarette up to
each curtain, leaving three or four burn holes in every curtain in the house.
It took ten minutes and three cigarettes to finish her trip.  As she walked
she never once removed her cigarettes from her mouth until they were smoked
down to about the last half-inch. Then she would spit them out onto whatever
carpet she was on at the time and immediately reload with another smoke.     

   Amber sat down with her coffee and cigarettes and received a pleasant jolt
from the butt plug she still had inside her backside.  She lit up and thought
about returning to work.  Initially she thought about returning to her old
strip club but she realized that The Asshole would have the cops after her if
she stayed in the area.  She was going to have to go a long way away from
here, maybe Florida or Texas.  Winter would be here in a few months and the
thought of a warm climate sounded pretty good to her.  She knew it would be
easy to find a strip club wherever she went.   She liked the name Amber since
it matched her hair but she could pick another new one.  Amber was just her
stage name anyway.  She had never even told The Asshole her real first or
last name and she doubted that he knew.  All the girls at the club used stage
names but most used their given names away from work.  

She remembered how she had driven the customers wild at her old club.  She
would walk around the floor with a cigarette hanging from the corner of her
mouth, go up to one of the men and position her face about a foot away from
his.  Amber would then take a long draw on her cigarette and French inhale a
huge ball of smoke.  Then as smoke dribbled from her nose and mouth, ask the
guy if he would like a table dance, all of this with the cigarette bobbing up
and down between her lips.  Some of the men were totally turned off by this
act.  Most of the men were excited by her beauty and her brazen smoking
style.  They would take a dance or two.  Amber was too hot to touch and, at
the same time, too hot not to touch.  Every night, however, there were a few
men that could not get enough of her.  They were enraptured with Amber's
smoking.  They would pay for smoky dance after smoky dance.  She would dance
with her cigarette dangling until they were out of money, then she moved on
to her next victim.  If closing time came before the men did she would go
back to their place for serious action and additional cash.  On most nights,
she could make over a thousand dollars.  She knew it would be easy to renew
her old occupation.  

The kitchen was soon filled with a blue haze from her continuous smoking
binge.  It reminded her of growing up in the small trailer home in Kentucky.
Her parents each smoked three packs a day.  Her dad moved out when she was
six but there were always plenty of mom's boyfriends, sometimes referred to
as uncles, staying there.  Amber's mother also had a hands-free smoking
style.  She worked in a small factory where you used your hands continuously
assembling parts.  You were allowed to smoke but you had to keep your hands
working on the assembly process.  She got used to dangling her cigarettes at
work and it naturally carried over at home as well. 

Amber figured she was always addicted to nicotine.  Her mom smoked throughout
her pregnancy and while nursing.  The trailer was always smoky so Amber
breathed smoke all day for her entire childhood.  By the time she turned
twelve she just decided that she was going to smoke too.  There was no where
to hide in the small trailer and being a very bold girl, she just picked up
her mother's pack of unfiltered Pall Malls from the kitchen table and
announced that she was going to try smoking.  Her mother said "Go ahead,
just go into the bathroom if you have to throw up."  Amber put her first
cigarette in her mouth as her mother flicked her lighter.  Amber drew the
smoke into her mouth, remembering that the smoke tasted different in her
mouth than it smelled in the air but she liked it.  She inhaled her very
first puff and watched the exhale.  She had watched her mom smoke for years
and she just knew how to inhale and exhale.  A big smile came over her face.
Her mother was surprised that little Amber didn't cough or turn green.  When
she finished the first cigarette she asked if she could try again.  This time
she tried to use the lighter by herself and needed a lesson in its operation
from mom.  All in all though, Amber took to smoking like a duck takes to
water.  

After a week, Amber was smoking a pack a day.  Mom said she would buy Amber
as many cigarettes as she wanted to work for.  Amber was soon cooking all the
meals, cleaning the dishes, cleaning the entire trailer, doing the laundry
and smoking two packs a day.  Mom thought it was the best money she ever
spent.  With all her housework, Amber soon became very adept at smoking
hands-free like her mother.  The Pall Malls were not the easiest to smoke in
a hands-free manner.  The non-filter cigarettes would get soggy and stick to
her lips whenever she tried to remove them to flick her ash.  Amber asked her
mom to bring home some different brands.  She tried about 20 brands but liked
Marlboro 100's the best.  They had a strong taste, with plenty of nicotine,
and the cork filters didn't stick to her lips like non-filters and some
white-filtered cigarettes.  She had been smoking them almost exclusively for
ten years.  

Amber also experimented with the placement of the cigarette in her mouth.
She would study herself in the mirror with her cigarette in various locations
of her mouth – center, off-center, each corner, held in the teeth, held in
the lips, etc.  She found that she couldn't hold a cigarette in her teeth or
in the center of her mouth and still speak clearly.  A cigarette in the
center of her mouth also made her look like she was drinking through a straw.
A cigarette in the corner of her mouth allowed her to speak naturally when
she wanted and she could let it hang there with relaxed lips without getting
smoke in her eyes although her eyes were quickly becoming immune to smoke.
Amber also liked the way she looked and felt with a cigarette hanging from
the corner of her mouth.  She thought she looked more like fifteen instead of
twelve.  She thought it was a waste of time to hold your cigarette in your
hand between puffs since you were just going to put it back to your mouth for
the next puff anyway.  About the only time Amber took her cigarette out of
her mouth was to eat or flick a long ash and even then she preferred to just
let the ashes break off and fall to the floor. 

During her high school years, Amber ran with a pretty fast crowd -- sex,
drugs and rock and roll.  She was drawing the attention of too many of mom's
boyfriends.  When Amber turned 18, there was a mutual decision that she
should move out.  She wanted more than Kentucky had to offer and moved
herself to Chicago.  There she found a cheap apartment and got a job as a
topless dancer at one of the nearby clubs.  Some of the more experienced
girls showed her the ropes and she was soon making two thousand dollars a
week.  She was able to move to a very nice high-rise in the city and have all
the material goods she never dreamed of back home.

Amber had plenty of time on her hands as she waited for her night shift job
at the clubs to begin.  Her smoking increased to over four packs a day.  Her
years of smoking with a cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth had
given her face a nice tanned look, which was normally not possible for a
redhead like she.   She realized it was nicotine stains like heavy smokers
get on their fingers.  She liked the look but thereafter always made an
effort to alternate sides of her mouth when smoking.  She would chain-smoke
with a cigarette hanging loosely from the right corner of her mouth first
then smoke the next one from the left corner.  This gave her a more balanced
facial "tan."  Her apartment was fully carpeted in a gray-black-white blend
so she rarely bothered to remove her cigarettes from her mouth to flick an
ash off.  She just let her ashes break off when they got too long and fall
onto the carpet.  She knew everyone in the building had their security
deposit kept when they moved out anyway so why bother to keep the carpet
extra clean anyway.

The ten o'clock chime of the grandfather clock brought Amber out of her
thoughts.  She had a lot of work to do to get ready for the party.  Not the
one The Asshole had planned but the party for her old girlfriends.  She
decided to serve tonight's dinner to her friends for lunch.  She went over
to the wine cabinet and took out the entire case of 1989 Chateau Margaux.  At
over $200 a bottle, this would be a nice treat for the girls.  She opened all
twelve bottles so they would be ready to drink at noon.  She also put a case
of the Kistler Chardonnay in the refrigerator.  What was good enough for his
friends was good enough for hers.   She spent the next two hours preparing a
magnificent feast.  As she worked in the kitchen, her cigarettes and ashes
littered the floor.  Each of the butts had left ugly burns in the light wood
floor and on the counters.  She was into her fifth pack of Marlboro 100's
and second bottle of wine when the first guests arrived.

 Amber opened the door, still wearing only her crotchless panties and
slippers, holding a bottle of red wine by the neck and her ever-present
cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth.  She ushered in four girls
quickly so little of the smoke could escape.   Once inside, there were hugs
and kisses by Amber and astonished looks on the faces of her friends.
Through the thick haze, they saw cigarette butts all over the carpet and
furnishings.  "What the hell happened here," they said, almost in unison.

"My ex-boyfriend told me he didn't want to see a single cigarette butt in
an ashtray when he got home tonight," Amber explained, spitting her
cigarette out onto the white carpet to smolder.  

"Looks like fun.  Can we help?" Dawn asked.

"That's why you're all here," Amber answered.  "Feel free to smoke as
much as you can, flick your ashes and drop your butts wherever you want.  Sit
down and make yourselves at home." 

With that, Dawn, Michele, Honey and Lauren moved to the living room, brushed
the dead cigarette butts from the sofa and chairs and sat down.  Dawn, a 21
year-old beauty with short brown hair, took out a pack of Benson & Hedges
Menthol and stuck one between her lips about half-way between the center and
corner of her mouth.  "I take it your relationship isn't going any better
than mine.  Since I saw you last, I've moved in and out with two different
guys."  Dawn lit her cigarette and double pumped it, exhaling from her nose
while simultaneously inhaling for a third time.  She removed the cigarette
from her lips and continued to talk while smoke poured from her nose and
mouth.   "What went wrong with your setup here?"

Amber had her bottle of wine in one hand, her cigarette pack and lighter in
the other and a freshly-lit cigarette bouncing in the corner of her mouth the
whole time she told her tale of control, one-sided sex, the other women, the
hard slap across the face and his efforts to stop her smoking.  "Today I'm
getting my revenge."  

"Men can be such assholes.  Who needs them," said Lauren, sharing a large
chair with her roommate and lover, Honey.  Both young blondes danced at the
club but had a very open dislike of men.  Honey took a long drag off her VS
120 and clamped her lips on Lauren's.  She exhaled slowly into Lauren's
waiting mouth.  Both girls smoked the same brand and often just lit one for
the two of them to share.

The fourth girl, Michele, had long straight black hair that was held back
from her face in a pony-tail.  She chain-smoked More 120's and was well into
her first one when Amber asked if anyone cared for a drink.  Dawn and Michele
asked for red wine and the blondes asked for white.  

When Amber returned with the wine a few minutes later, Dawn was in the act of
stubbing out her cigarette on the arm of the sofa.  "How's this," she
asked. 

"Looks good to me," Amber said.  "Just don't wait too long between
smokes.  I want this place to reek of smoke worse than any bar you've ever
been in."  

The doorbell soon rang again and Amber quickly ushered in two more buxom
blondes, Monique and Candi.  They used their stage names everywhere since
their parents had given them names they hated.  Amber said "Have a seat and
Dawn will fill you in on what's going on.  Red wine or white?"  After
everyone was settled in with their drinks and cigarettes, they got caught up
on the last six months.  When the conversation started to get dull, Amber
announced that she had devised a game to help achieve her goal of smoking The
Asshole out of his own house.  She asked her guests to participate in the
first Smoking Olympics.  There would be a series of smoking events and the
winner would get a fresh glass of wine.  So would the losers.  The first
event was a sprint.  First one to light and smoke a cigarette all the way to
the filter was the winner.  Amber said only 100 mm cigarettes would be
allowed so she shared a few of hers with the 120 mm smokers.  Normally, Amber
would have won this event easily but her lungs were a bit charred after about
six packs of Marlboro 100's since she woke up.  She got off to a good start
but a coughing fit knocked her out of contention.  The girls watched each
other and it became apparent that the fastest smoking was being done by Dawn.
Her method was to hold the cigarette in her lips and never stop sucking on
it, drawing smoke directly into her lungs.  Smoke gushed out of her nose at
the same time.  The others all tried to copy her style but Dawn's lead was
too great.  In about one minute, Dawn removed the cigarette from her mouth.
It was one glowing red-hot coal with a filter tip.  She laid it down in the
middle of the cherry coffee table where it sizzled as it touched the cool
wood.

"Dawn wins the first event," Amber declared.  "Everyone get another drink
and get ready for the next event, the longest time to smoke a cigarette.
Again we will all use 100 millimeter cigarettes to keep the event fair.
Everyone will light up at the same time and see who takes the longest to
finish.  If it goes out or if you remove it from your mouth, you are
disqualified."  

Each of the girls put a cigarette in their mouth and lit up when Amber
signaled.  Not many of the girls were used to smoking an entire cigarette
without removing it from their mouth but none removed them.  When the ashes
grew to about an inch and a half, they started breaking off and falling on
the carpet.  Most of the girls were squinting or had their eyes completely
closed to protect them.  No one wanted to be the first to quit.  The last
cigarette to have burned to the filter and stop smoking belonged to Monique,
a sexy 19 year old with long died-blonde hair.  "The winner of our second
event, Monique," Amber said with the burned out butt still stuck in her
lips.  Every one take a drink.

"Since that last event allowed the smoke level to go down in here, we will
have another fast smoking contest.  This time it will be with four cigarettes
each."  There was some grumbling in the ranks, but a little reminder from
Amber on why they were doing this, brought them back in line.  "You don't
have to keep your cigarettes in your mouths but this is a speed event.  Use
whatever method you think is best."

Everyone put four cigarettes in their mouths and got their lighters in
position for Amber's signal.  At the drop of her hand, the smoking frenzy
ensued.  Several different styles were used.  Amber, Dawn Lauren and Honey
used the hands free method to drag on all four at once and exhale through
their noses.  The others held two in each hand and alternated drags with each
hand.  Amber was pleased to see the huge cloud from 28 cigarettes being
wolfed down.  Although each of the girls smoked at least a pack a day and
some up to three, none were used to this kind of heavy-duty smoking.  Several
started coughing and slowed their pace.  "Keep going," Amber urged.
"Remember it's for a good cause."  After two-and-a-half minutes, Amber had
burned all her cigarettes to the filters and was declared the winner.
Everyone dropped their glowing butts to the carpet and let them burn into the
carpet.       

 "Anybody hungry yet?" Amber asked.  "Come help me in the kitchen."

Soon they were eating the dinner The Asshole had planned for his business
associates.  When they were done they had several rounds of cigarettes as
they talked and drank most of the wine.  Their cigarette butts were left to
smolder on the Oriental rug and dining room furniture.  A few were stubbed
out in the remaining food or dropped into half empty bottles of wine to
further gross out the guests.  At about five p.m., several of the girls had
gone through the two packs they were instructed to bring.  The party was
over.

Amber thanked everyone for their help and saw them out the door.  Dawn stayed
for a last cigarette and talked to Amber about her plans.  They knew Amber
was going to have to leave town rather than stay a few days with Dawn like
they had mentioned earlier in the day.  Just in case the cops contacted Dawn,
Amber told her she was going to California to throw them off.  She was
actually going to Florida. 

As Amber packed her belongings, she smoked the last pack of the carton.  Her
throat was raw from the non-stop power smoking all day but she didn't feel
like she had too much nicotine yet.  Those six months of using a box of
nicotine gum and one box of nicotine patches while still smoking about three
packs of Marlboro 100's had raised her tolerance level off the scale.  She
knew she would have to cut her smoking back to about five packs a day and
supplement her increased nicotine addiction with gum.  The patches just
wouldn't look right on the back of a topless dancer.

Amber loaded her bags into her car and put a fresh carton of her cigarettes
on the seat next to her.  It was almost time for the limo to arrive with The
Asshole and his guests.  There was a great urge to wait down the street to
see their reaction but she didn't want to take any further chances.  She had
a few long days of driving ahead of her.  She hung a fresh cigarette from the
left corner of her mouth and drove off without looking back. 

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