More than Watching, Part 5

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MORE THAN WATCHING

5.	Bringing Along The Wives.

   Lara, Cynthia and Ron sat in the breakfast nook inside Cynthia's
apartment.  "God, I thought they were coming at eight," Cynthia grumbled.
"Shit, we could be at the bar drinking instead of sitting here waiting
forever for Johnson and Anderson to deliver their stupid wives!"

   "Patience, Cyn, patience," Lara grinned.  "They'll be here.  When Hank
called I sensed a deep desire to follow through.  Bob Anderson and Hank
Thompson will do _anything_ to bring their lovely wives over here and offer
them up as smoky sacrifices."

   The doorbell rang.  Lara laughed triumphantly.  "Bingo.  Told you!"

   Cynthia opened the door.  Standing outside were the federal agents, in
casual clothes this time, accompanied by two females, both of whom were most
definitely eye-catching!

   "Come in," Cynthia smiled sweetly, vainly trying to hide her lascivious
appraisal of the women.  She held out her hand to them.  "I'm Cynthia
Acheson.  It's _so_ nice to meet you."

   Both women uncomfortably shook Cynthia's hand and awkwardly entered the
apartment.

   "Hi, I'm Ron.  This is Lara."  They, too, shook their hands.

   "It's nice to meet you, I suppose," Heidi Thompson tentatively returned.
She and Sandra Anderson politely smiled at both Ron and Lara.

   Without waiting Sandra spoke.  "Look, our husbands insisted that we come
here tonight to meet you.  Heidi and I still aren't exactly sure why.  Hank
and Bob say it has to do with an undercover investigation they're working on,
and we _had_ to meet you.  But they wouldn't explain why.  They said _you'd_
do that.  So here we are.  Now what's going on?"

   Lara grinned.  Both women were lovely but she loved the fact that Sandra
was so damned assertive.  Tall and thin, she had high cheekbones, modestly
large breasts and long fluffy blond hair.  God, she _liked_ all that in a
woman, but especially her impertinence.  Yeah, this was going to be _so_
delightful!  She turned to Ron.  "Shall I do the honors, Ron, or will you?"

   "No, go right ahead, Lara," Ron smiled.  "I know you'd like to be in
charge this time."

   "Yeah, you got that right, Ron," the brunette beauty answered.  "I do
_love_ being in charge when this shit's happening!"

   Lara directed their guests to sit in the living room.  Hank Thompson and
his wife Heidi sat side by side on the sofa.  Bob and Sandra Anderson settled
into two overstuffed side chairs.  Cynthia, Lara and Ron each pulled up
stools from the breakfast nook to join them.

   Sandra again spoke up.  "Okay, now what exactly is going on?  What's your
involvement with our husbands?  Are you part of the same undercover
operation?"

   Lara grinned.  "Oh yeah, we're under the covers - a lot," she said coyly.
"But first I'd like to hear what Hank and Bob told you two.  Then I can fill
in the blanks."

   The pretty alien brunette wanted to hear the women talk.  Sandra didn't
disappoint.

   "Last night Bob got home from work really late.  That's not strange.  I'm
used to it.  It happens all the time.  But what was unusual was that Bob
_stunk_ of cigarette smoke.  He said it was part of an undercover operation
he and Hank are on.  He went on to say that as part of it he and Hank had to
start smoking."  The blond angrily turned up her nose.  "I couldn't believe
his superiors would require him to do that.  It sounded fishy to me.  I
demanded to know who at the Bureau made him do it.  I wanted to call and give
him a piece of my mind right then and there!"

   Sandra had fire in her eyes.  Lara let out a contented sigh.  God, she
_loved_ to see a beautiful woman assertively and self-confidently able to
spit nails like that.

   "So, did Bob smoke in your house after that?"

   "Yes, he did," Sandra went on, still visibly angry.  "I told him I
wouldn't allow it.  Not in _my_ house!"

   Well, we know who wears the pants in _that_ family, Lara smiled to
herself.

   "But Bob refused to listen," the fuming blond continued.  "He smoked
anyway.  Well, I was so mad that I wouldn't speak to him."  She started darts
at her husband.  "I made Bob go downstairs to the basement to smoke.  I also
made him sleep down there," she added crossly.

   "How about you, Heidi?  Did the same thing happen to you?"

   Heidi was a pretty redhead with a freckled face.  She nodded demurely.
"Yes, basically the same story played out at our house when Hank got home.
Hank quit smoking ten years ago, back when we first started dating.  He'd
been wanting to quit anyway for a long time.  But because I insisted I think
it helped him make that decision and follow through.  I know it was hard for
him at the time," she went on softly.  Heidi's speech and manner were more
subdued.  "That's why I was very upset when I saw him smoking again."  She
began to whimper.  "I cried myself to sleep last night after I made him sleep
on the couch downstairs.  Hank refused to stop smoking even though I
literally begged him to."  A single tear rolled down her pretty cheek.

   "We're both pretty upset," Sandra cut in.  "Hank and Bob said you would
explain what's going on.  So you're part of this undercover operation?"

   "Like I said, before long we'll all be under the covers," Lara wickedly
cackled.  "You two included.  It's important that both of you get involved in
our operation.  So, I take it that neither of you like smoking or people who
smoke?"

   Sandra first, and then Heidi less demonstrably, nodded her head.

   "Let me hear you say it," Lara harshly announced.  "I want to hear you say
it!  Trust me, girls, it'll be more fun this way."

   "I detest smoking," Sandra literally spat out.  "It's an awful habit.  As
far as I'm concerned they can make smoking illegal everywhere!"  She turned
to her friend.  "Heidi, don't you think so, too?"

   "Say it, Heidi," Lara commanded firmly.  "Don't just nod your pretty
little head."

   "I don't like smoking.  I hate the smell of it.  Sandra's right.  It's a
terrible habit."

   "Yeah, that's just what I figured you'd both say."  Lara glanced at Hank
and then at Bob, both of whom seemed to be on pins and needles throughout the
whole discussion.  

   Lara decided to work on Heidi first since she sensed she'd get a rise out
of Sandra if she started with the quieter, less assertive female.  Why not
have as much fun with it as possible?

   "Heidi, look at me," the brunette commanded.  "You know, it's really funny
to me that you'd actually say you hate the smell.  Because I don't think it's
true.  I think if you're willing to come clean you'll tell us all that you
simply adore the smell of fresh cigarette smoke.  You do, don't you?"

   Heidi stared at her.  She blinked her eyes.  Finally she opened her mouth.
"Actually, now that I think about it, you're right, Lara," she said quietly.
"I _do_ adore the aroma."

   "So actually, you _like_ cigarette smoke?"

   Slowly she nodded.  "Yeah, I guess I do.  Yeah, I guess I love it."

   "You also secretly admire people who have the courage to be smokers.  I
don't know if Hank told you or not, but I smoke.  I smoke _all_ the time.  I
smoke over two packs of cigarettes every day.  Now that you know that about
me, that I'm a smoker and that I'm not ashamed to admit it, you admire me,
Heidi.  You like smokers.  You admire that about me.  Isn't it so?"

   For a second time Heidi slowly nodded her head.  This time she smiled
sweetly at the brunette.  "Yes, I admire anyone who has the courage to smoke,
Lara.  I'm so glad you do."

   "Wait a second," Sandra cut in.  "What did you do to Heidi?  That's not
the way she feels.  I've known her for years, for as long as Bob and Hank
have been partners at the Bureau."  She glared at Lara.  "What did you do to
her?"

   "Nothing," she smiled sweetly.  "I just asked Heidi if I was right.
Turned out I was.  Big surprise to you, Sandra, isn't it?"  She turned her
gaze back to Heidi.  "Now Heidi dear, you'd love to watch me light up a
cigarette and smoke it in front of you, wouldn't you?  You'd be delighted it
I did and if I blew some of my fragrant smoke your way.  Right?"

   This time Heidi nodded impatiently.  "Yeah, that'd be great, Lara.  Would
you?"

   To this point no one had smoked.  Ron, Lara and Cynthia wanted to heighten
the impact of this episode by refraining until the time was right.  Now Lara
got up and walked into the kitchen.  She returned with an ashtray and her
Benson & Hedges Menthol 100's.  Hank and Bob both looked longingly at the
green pack in her hand.  But so did Heidi.

   As Lara sat down Sandra suddenly erupted.  "I don't know what's going on
here but I refuse to stand for it any more," she declared in a frenzy.  "I
don't know if you hypnotized Heidi or what, or if this is some kind of
perverted joke.  But I'm leaving.  Bob, come on!"

   Bob looked at Lara.  The brunette just smiled.  "Sandra, sit your ass
down," she barked brusquely.  "There, that's better," she added gently as the
agitated blond did.  "You may not like it but you're gonna sit here and
watch.  You can feel and you can talk.  You can complain if you want.  But
you can't leave.  Is that understood?"

   Sandra sat there fuming.  "I can't leave," she reluctantly agreed, not
quite sure why.

   "You're gonna sit and watch Heidi and me," Lara instructed her hostage
with a sly smile.  "You won't be able to move or look away.  Got it?"  The
saucy brunette lifted a cigarette to her lips.  In a single motion she raised
her lighter and lit up the B&H.  After a long first drag she sucked smoke
into her lungs and exhaled in Heidi's direction.  "Now, Heidi, you're covered
with smoke.  Tell me how that smells.  Is it good?"

   "Ooh, it smells _so_ wonderful," the redhead dreamily responded.  "I just
_love_ the smell of cigarette smoke.  Please, Lara, do that again!"

   "What did you say, Heidi?"  She was intentionally teasing her prey.

   "I said, please do that again," Heidi repeated, more impatiently this
time.

   "Are you sure?  Really sure?"

   "Yes, I'm sure," Heidi said fervently.  "I really, _really_ like it, Lara!
Please?"

   Lara gave Bob and Hank a look that said I-told-you-so.  She smiled at
Heidi.  "So, dear, you love being covered with smoke?"

   "Yeah, I told you, I _love_ it," the blond reiterated fervently.  Still
Lara refused to do it again for her.  "What else do you want me to say so
you'll do it to me again?  I want to smell the smoke while it swirls all
around me!"

   Lara hit on the cigarette.  Finally she exhaled toward her victim.  Heidi
groaned excitedly and eagerly breathed in deeply while the ambient smoke
enveloped her.

   "Now Heidi, you haven't used any profanity while you've been here, even
when you were feeling irritated.  I find that very curious.  Do you not
usually use such language?"

   The redheaded girl smiled bashfully.  "Well, all of us are committed
Christians," she said shyly, looking at her husband and then at Hank and
Sandra.  "We're active in our church.  So we never use that kind of
language."

   Lara hit on her cigarette and once more exhaled toward Heidi.  The petite
redhead again enthusiastically attempted to breathe in the ambient smoke
swirling around her head.

   "I see.  But deep inside you'd like to, wouldn't you?  I bet you're sick
and tired of being such a good little Christian girl.  You'd much rather talk
dirty instead of always sounding prim and proper and religious.  Am I right?"

   Amazingly Heidi just smiled.  "Yeah, I guess you are right.  Oh, I sure
would," she slowly answered.  "I'm so tired of being a good girl!"

   "I thought so.  Well then, Heidi, let's hear you say `fuck.'  Go ahead,
say it.  It'll feel _so_ damn good.  Just start by telling me that you think
that people like Sandra here, people who hate smoke and hate smokers, are
totally fucked up."

   Heidi giggled.  She directed her remark to her flabbergasted friend.
"Sandra, Lara's right.  If you really do hate smoke, which I find hard to
believe, then you're totally fucked up!"  She snickered.  "Wow, I can't
believe I actually said that.  But it felt good.  Real good!"

   "Sure it did," Lara chuckled evilly.  "Naturally.  It always does.  And
honey, from now on profanity, blasphemy and every kind of irreverent foul
language will begin to come nonstop out of that pretty little mouth of yours.
All the bad words you've ever heard will pass through your lips and it'll
delight you every time you say them out loud.   And say them out loud you
will, Heidi, with attitude.  Aren't you fuckin' glad you're gonna talk
differently from now on?"

   The redhead excitedly nodded.  "God, yeah," she giggled.  "Hey, I don't
believe it.  I used the Lord's name in vain and I really, really liked doing
it."  She paused and made a face.  "Shit, I don't fuckin' believe this is me
talking."  She laughed insolently, clearly delighted with herself and her new
attitude.

   "What on earth did you do to my friend?" Sandra interjected anxiously.
"Heidi, I want you to know you're really scaring me!"

   "Yeah, well then, fuck you, Sandra," Heidi said calmly.  "Like Lara said,
I'm sick and tired of being a good girl.  Fuck that!  From now on I'm gonna
say what I feel, bitch.  So go fuck yourself.  Shit, I love talking like
this.  I'm gonna do it all the damn time from now on."

   Lara exhaled a stream of smoke toward the changing redhead.  "I'm sure you
will, honey.  But not only are you gonna talk like a bad girl from now on.
You're also gonna want to smoke like Hank, won't you, dear?"

   The redhead virtually squealed with delight.  "Oh Lara, could I?  It
smells so fuckin' good to me," she oozed.  "I admire smokers like you.  I
want to be one!"

   Without comment Lara gave Heidi her cigarette.  "Here you go, darlin',"
she smiled maliciously.  "Enjoy yourself."

   As Heidi put it to her lips Lara went on.  "You'll love feeling that sweet
smelling smoke deep inside your lungs," she explained.  "It won't make you
feel bad or want to cough, either.  All you want is to have smoke deep inside
of you.  Isn't that right?"

   Heidi impatiently agreed.  "Yeah, I do want it.  You're right.  God, do I
ever!"  She groaned eagerly and quickly raised the cigarette to her mouth.
Slowly Heidi begin to draw on the B&H Menthol.  While Sandra watched with
unabashed horror, everyone else stared at the redhead with pure delight.  Due
to the unceasing pressure applied by Heidi's shameless virgin lips the
cigarette's tip burned bright orange.  Finally Heidi took it from her mouth
and opened it, hurriedly summoning the smoke down into her lungs.  Just as
Lara had promised it didn't bother the neophyte.  Instead a look of pure
contentment covered Heidi's jubilant face.

   "Oh my fuckin' God," the blissful redhead groaned, vainly trying to stop
the smoke from escaping.  "Holy shit, guys, this feels fuckin' great.  God,
it's paradise!"  A long reluctant exhale followed.  "Hank, finally I get it.
God damn it, at last I understand!  Shit, I don't ever want to stop doing
this.  Not ever.  I want to smoke!"  She returned the cigarette to her lips
and hit on it.

   "Hey, can I have one of those?" Hank asked Lara.  "I'd really like to
smoke with Heidi."

   The alien brunette was busy lighting up another B&H for herself.  Silently
she passed her pack to Hank.  He quickly extracted one and waited impatiently
for Lara to pass him the lighter.  She soon did, and he fired it up and
joined his wife in smoking bliss.  Ron and Cynthia likewise grabbed their own
packs and joined the others.  With a wry grin Cynthia passed Bob her pack.
He eagerly lit up, too.  Only Sandra, unable to move from her seat, remained
abstinent.

   "Happy now, Hank?" Lara asked rhetorically while gazing longingly at the
euphoric smoking couple.  "God, you sure as hell should be!  This is what you
wanted, isn't it?"

   "Absolutely," Hank laughed, leering at his lovely redheaded bride who sat
by his side excitedly smoking her cigarette.  "Honey, I like you as a bad
girl _so_ much better.  I want you to talk and act like a total bitch from
now on.  And God, you look sexy as hell with a cigarette!"

   "Thanks, honey," Heidi smiled sweetly.  "I'll work hard as hell from now
on to live up to all of your perverted and degenerate expectations!"  Holding
her cigarette beside her face, the suddenly impertinent and debauched redhead
offered her delighted husband an affectionate peck on the cheek.

   Lara sighed happily, pleased with the result so far.  But more remained to
be done.  "Heidi, you must understand something.  Smoking's sexy.  It's
obvious that Hank thinks so.  So do I.  Ron and Cynthia do, too.  We all do.
Nothing's sexier than a pretty girl like you smoking a full flavored
cigarette as if her life depended on it and getting as much nicotine as
possible into her body as fast as she can.  God, it's _such_ a turn-on!  You
feel the same way, don't you?"

   Heidi paused, then nodded energetically.  "Wow, Lara, I do.  You know, I
never realized it till now but you're right.  God, smoking's totally sexy,
isn't it?"  She hit hard on her cigarette and inhaled smoke deep into her
chest.  A smile spread over her face.  "Fuck, I totally love this," she
laughed evilly, concurrently exhaling smoke through her mouth and her
nostrils.

   Lara smugly nodded.  "I know you love it, honey.  But hell, why shouldn't
you?  After all, sweetie, nothing feels better to you than pulling lots and
lots of thick rich tobacco smoke inside that gorgeous body of yours over and
over, the entire time knowing how incredibly sexy you look with a cigarette.
It turns you on big time, doesn't it?  Yeah, you feel your pussy getting wet
as you smoke.  From now on that'll happen whenever you light up.  Yeah,
you'll fuckin' love smoking and feeling sexy while you do it.  You`ll love
knowing how much it turns on Hank and all the rest of us.  Right?  Tell us
that you finally get it."

   "I get it, Lara," Heidi giggled happily.  With unexpected sultry
confidence she tapped an ash in the ashtray.  "God, I really do.  I feel _so_
fuckin' good now!  Holy Christ, I love talking dirty and smoking cigarettes.
I love how sexy it makes me feel.   God, I'm _so_ turned on.  It's amazing!"

   Lara hit on her cigarette and sensually released an exhale.  "Tell me,
Heidi.  Do you think _I_ look sexy smoking like this?"

   Heidi studied the brunette's radiant countenance.  Smoke escaped through
Lara's parted lips while slender smoky tendrils simultaneously drifted from
her nose.  "Oh yeah, Lara," she groaned passionately.  "My God, you look good
enough to eat!  Hell, I love seeing smoke come out of your mouth and nose
like that at the same time!"

   "Not surprising, Heidi," Lara crowed triumphantly, pleased that the
redhead's whole perspective was now clearly completely transformed.
"Congratulations, honey.  This means that you finally left behind all that
fuckin' religious bullshit.  Good for you!  Now, here's the deal.  Since you
feel turned on, and I know you do, you deserve to do something about it.  I
mean, you want sex.  I know that.  You feel sexual attraction to Cynthia and
me as well as to Ron.  Right?"

   The redhead breathlessly shook her head yes.

   "And tell me, doesn't Cynthia look delectable smoking her cigarette right
now?"

   Again Heidi nodded vigorously.

   Lara laughed.  "Yeah, Cyn's pretty mouth looks _so_ inviting!  Shit, she
looks like a fuckin' goddess smoking that cigarette.  So wouldn't you love it
if Cyn kissed you?  Imagine how wonderful it'd feel if she put her gorgeous
smoky mouth on yours and the two of you shared a long, deep French kiss!"

   Heidi licked her lips involuntarily.  "Yeah, Cynthia is _so_ beautiful,"
she said dreamily.  "God, I'd love for her to kiss me!"

   Lara giggled wickedly.  "But Heidi, if you feel that way, and I know you
do, don't you see what that means?  Hell, it means you're nothing but a slut.
But you don't care, do you?  No, I know you don't, because that's what you
are.  You _are_ a slut, Heidi, nothing but a promiscuous, sexy little slut.
Having sex with another smoker sounds fuckin' great.  You'd like nothing
better now than for Cynthia to kiss you and then suck your clit as well.
Right?"

   Heidi groaned.  "Cynthia's so gorgeous, and she's such a sexy smoker!"
She shot her husband an expectant look.  "I want her, Hank.  I do.  I want to
make love with Cynthia.  Now!"

   Hank grinned.  "Honey, I said before but I'll say it again.  I _love_ you
being bad.  Hell, I _want_ you to be bad.  So you _should_ kiss Cynthia.
It'll be hot.  Go ahead.  Go for it!"

   Heidi silently stood up.  She traversed the room with her nearly spent
cigarette in hand, stopping directly in front of Cynthia's barstool.  Without
a second thought the unapologetic redhead firmly planted her lips on the
mouth of the gorgeous blond.  They shared a passionate kiss.  As they did
Cynthia shamelessly began fondling Heidi's breasts under her blouse.

   Lara snickered jubilantly.  "Good girl, Heidi!  God, you love that, don't
you?  Yeah, your pussy's so wet you can hardly stand it anymore.  But you
don't only want Cyn.  I mean, you do want Cyn but you also want more than
just _her_ beautiful body.  You want Ron to join you and make it a threesome.
God, Ron's hot, isn't he?  So you want his big juicy cock inside of you.  You
want to feel Ron fucking you hard, don't you honey?  Isn't that right?"

   "Oh shit, yeah," Heidi groaned zealously, her arms wrapped around Cynthia
who looked very pleased.  "I want Ron to fuck me while Cynthia kisses me and
fondles my tits just like she is now."  She stole a furtive glance at her
husband.  "Plus, I want Hank to jerk off as he watches the two of them make
love to me at the same time!"

   Hank's hand was already on his crotch.  He began to play with himself.
"Don't worry, you evil bitch," he laughed coldheartedly.  "That's exactly
what I'm gonna do.  God, I want to see you keep right on smoking while you
get fucked by both Cynthia and Ron!"

   As if on cue Cynthia stopped her seduction just long enough to slide out
another cigarette from her pack.  From Heidi's fingers she silently took the
spent cigarette.  Simultaneously she put the new one in between the redhead's
quivering lips.  Quietly Cynthia lit her up.  Heidi hit hard on the fresh B&H
in her mouth and Cynthia returned to fondling the other girl's breasts.

   Sandra couldn't stand it.  "Lara, this is torture," she finally objected.
"What on earth did you do to Heidi?  You turned her into a different person!
She's not only smoking and swearing.  She's turning into a dirty lesbian.
She knows better.  She teaches a Sunday School class at church on sexual
purity.  This isn't Heidi.  What did you do to her?  And for God's sake,
why?"

   Lara shrugged.  "Sandra, I did it because I wanted to.  I felt like it.
You see, I have amazing powers of persuasion, and so does Ron.  Last night he
used his powers on Bob and Hank.  He improved them.  Now they smoke, swear
and although undoubtedly they didn't mention it they have a new appreciation
for sexual experimentation.  Bob now wants more sexually than you can ever
give him alone, honey.  He's a new man, just like Hank is, and just like
Heidi's obviously become a new woman."

   Heidi and Cynthia continued making out, shamelessly kissing and groping
each other while they groaned incessantly.  Sandra stared at the incredible
spectacle.  She softly began to cry.  "But why are you doing this to us?" she
blubbered.  "I don't understand.  I hate this!"

   "That's the point, Sandra.  You _don't_ hate it," Lara said smugly.  "You
really don't!"

   Sandra's tears made her eye-makeup run.  She brushed a hand across her
face to wipe her tears away, streaking dark eye-shadow across her cheek.
"What -?  What do you mean?"

   "I could have done to you what I did to Heidi and you'd love it just as
much as your friend does."  While Lara spoke Cynthia systematically
unbuttoned Heidi's silk blouse.  The saucy redhead was urging on her
seductress.  "Look, Sandra.  Look at her!  Your friend Heidi, the
self-righteous Christian do-gooder you've known for years, is smoking and
swearing with no remorse and getting ready for a hot lesbian troika.  So you
know, I've purposely turned off my power.  It's not working on you.  But just
look at your old friend.  Can you honestly tell me that seeing the new Heidi
shamelessly acting out her deepest desires doesn't excite you a little!"

   By now Ron had joined the women.  Cynthia and Heidi continued to kiss.
Cynthia was squeezing the redhead's tits while Ron came around behind Heidi
and was preparing to hump her from the back.

   "No, I hate it," Sandra screamed.  "I hate it and I hate you!"

   "No you don't, Sandra," Lara patiently answered.  "That's not true.  I
sense something else inside of you, something darker.  Much darker.  Deep
inside your heart is fascinated by this new Heidi who's finally throwing off
all restraint and giving in to her basest desires.  You desperately wish you
could be like her.  You're jealous.  Yeah, you're really and truly jealous!
I sense it clearly.  Remember, dear, my power's not at work right now.  I'm
purposely not using it on you like I did with Heidi because I sense that you
don't need it.  If you thought you were allowed to you'd much prefer to be a
shameless little slut like Heidi's become.  It's what you really want,
Sandra.  It's undeniable.  Look again.  Look at her.  You _love_ seeing your
old friend Heidi getting felt up by that gorgeous blond while that big
handsome stud, who's not her husband, is about to fuck her from behind.  Can
you deny it?"

   "You're wrong, Lara," Sandra protested.  "No, I don't like it.  It's
disgusting!"

   "No, you like it _because_ it's disgusting, Sandra.  You're not like
Heidi.  No, she was totally tied up in knots inside by all that religious
bullshit.  But you're different.  You know better.  Unlike Heidi you'd love
to get out of your fuckin' straight-jacket, the one you've worn since you
were a kid.  You were never allowed to push the limits and do what you
wanted.  You still resent it.  Isn't that right, honey?  So when you heard me
work on Heidi you unexpectedly realized that you'd _love_ to learn to smoke,
too, precisely because it's so fuckin' evil.  That's what you really want.
Being bad is attractive to you, baby.  The dark side is calling you, Sandra.
Give in.  Can't you hear it calling your name?"

   In vain Sandra tried to look away.  But it was no use.  She couldn't.
Heidi's second cigarette was still dangling from her mouth.  Meanwhile
Cynthia was kissing Heidi's naked breasts and Ron had pulled down the
redhead's slacks and his hands were inside her panties.

   "Okay," Sandra finally confessed.  "But just because my flesh and my own
insane, prurient desires are tempting me doesn't mean I should give in.  I
don't have to do that!"

   "No, you're right, honey.  You don't have to.  You _get_ to," Lara
chuckled.  She turned to the troika still going at it mightily.  "Heidi,
honey, tell Sandra.  How do you feel right now?"

   "God, Sandra, I feel _so_ damn good," Heidi groaned breathlessly around
her dangling cigarette.  "You definitely should try this out.  It's the
fuckin' best, the absolute best!"

   "Heidi, tell your old buddy Sandra how much you've love for her to join
you.  Don't you think Sandra would look great naked with a lit cigarette
hanging from her pretty mouth?"

   Heidi groaned hungrily.  "Oh my God, Sandra, Lara's right.  You'd look
_so_ gorgeous as a smoker!  She's so right, honey.  Listen to her.  For God's
sake, just give the fuck in!  Screw all that church shit.  Listen to your
passions for a change.  Pay attention to your appetite for pleasure.  It's
inside you and it's insatiable, a yearning for something new and better than
the stupid religious bullshit we bought into for way too long."  The redhead
flashed a sultry smile.  "Sandra, honey, you're so beautiful.  But you'd look
so much better, so fuckin' sexy, with a cigarette in your pretty lips!  God,
trust me.  It'd feel good to you and it'd look fuckin' fabulous to the rest
of us!"

   Sandra put her hands on her head.  "Oh, I feel so confused," she
reluctantly admitted, finally acknowledging a chink in her armor.  "I don't
know what to do!"

   "Give in, honey," Lara whispered alluringly.  She moved herself beside the
confused blond girl and now was only inches from her contorted face.  "Just
give in," she repeated.  "Listen to that voice inside your head.  Yeah, pay
attention to the dark side for a change."  She drew on her cigarette and
exhaled smoke into Sandra's face.  "I don't need my power to persuade you
that you want it, baby.  You know you do.  Smoking's always been a symbol to
you of being bad.  It's been a symbol of the exciting life, a life you were
never allowed to experience.  That's why you feel tempted.  You know this
might be your last chance.  But it is a chance.  Finally you can give in, you
can indulge your deepest, darkest and most perverted desires.  Bob wants it.
Your friends Hank and Heidi want you to.  We all do.  It's so damn easy."
She paused.  "I sense that long ago you did experiment, Sandra.  Secretly,
unknown to your church friends and family you tried smoking, didn't you?  You
loved it.   You liked smoking and all the other supposedly evil things you
did then, honey.  Isn't that right?"

   "Okay," Sandra admitted, still whimpering.  "I admit it.  It was while I
was in high school.  I was at my cousin's house out of town for a weekend.
My parents and sisters weren't with me.  My cousin's family never went to
church like we did.  My cousin and some of her friends had a party.  There
was beer and cigarettes.  I -.  I didn't want to be different.  I wanted to
be like them.  So I smoked that night and drank beer with them.  I never told
anyone about it," she went on, almost wailing by now.

   "And what about the next night?" Lara went on, whispering in her ear.

   "I went out with my cousin the next night," Sandra confessed.  "I did it
again.  I smoked and I drank beer.  And that night I lost my virginity to one
of my cousin's boyfriends.  I did like it, all of it.  I even started to like
smoking after a little awhile.  But after that weekend I never did any of
those things again.  No one knew; I was way too ashamed to admit it back
home!"

   Lara gave her helpless victim a gentle kiss on the cheek.  "Sandra, you
just admitted the only important thing.  You _liked_ it.  Yeah, I sense that
very strongly.  You loved being bad with your cousin and her friends that
weekend.  Come on, baby, you can confess it.  You didn't have to do any of
that shit with them, did you?  No, you chose to willingly.  You only stopped
because you thought you weren't supposed to like smoking, drinking and
getting laid.  Shit, you've been a little Christian goody two shoes your
whole fuckin' life!  But you always hated it, Sandra.  You still do.  Finally
it's time to convert, to choose something different, honey, something that'll
make you happy for a change.  Look at Heidi.  She's different now and she
fuckin' loves it.  Your husband Bob's different, too.  He frantically wants
you to turn into a real bad girl.  He yearns for you to smoke cigarettes,
swear and screw around just like he intends to.  So you can gratify Bob and
please yourself.  It's within your grasp, baby!"  For several seconds Lara
drew on her cigarette, finally exhaling into Sandra's face.  "So let me hear
you say `fuck," honey.  Say that one little word to symbolize the change of a
lifetime of repression and misery!"

   Sandra sat silent and stone-faced.  After several moments her lips finally
parted.  "Fuck," she whispered ever so quietly.  "Fuck."

   "Congratulations, baby," Lara giggled.  "You're finally on your way.  Now
tell me that you want a cigarette to smoke."

   "I can't," the blond protested.  "You're right that it appeals to me.  But
I just can't."

   "Oh yes, you can, baby," Lara whispered in her ear.  "Just say the words.
Say, `Lara, honey, please let me have a cigarette so I can smoke it and be as
depraved as I want to be.'"

   "It's not that easy," Sandra whined.  "Your power made it easy for Heidi.
Just look at her.  She's obviously suffering no remorse!"

   It was true.  Across the room Heidi was naked, standing face-to-face with
Cynthia and sharing smoky kisses with the gorgeous blond while from behind
Ron, after slipping off her panties, fucked her furiously.

   "You made it easy for Heidi," Sandra complained.  "It's harder for me
because you didn't use your power.  You can't expect me to change into a
smoker instantly like she did."

   "You can if you want to, honey," Lara soothingly whispered.  "Do you want
to change?"

   "Yes," Sandra sighed softly.  "Yes, I do.  You're right.  Everything you
said is true.  For years I've hated being a good girl.  I just never thought
I had any choice."

   Lara laughed.  "Sandra, honey, don't be fuckin' silly.  Hell, you can
always choose what you want and who you desire to be.  Pay no attention to
the stupid voice inside your head, the one trying to make you feel guilty for
wanting what you truly crave.  Screw it!  That voice isn't important.  It's
only your lame loser conscience whining at you, telling you lies.  Fuck your
conscience!  The only voice worth paying attention to is the one telling you
what you really want.  You can choose, Sandra.  You can.  After all, a moment
ago you chose to say `fuck' and it felt damn good, didn't it?  So say it
again.  It'll strengthen your resolve to become the bad girl you truly want
to be."

   Sandra paused.  "Fuck," she finally said quietly.  A depraved smile slowly
began to cover her lips.  "Hey, Lara, you're right," she laughed
involuntarily.  "It _did_ feel kinda good to say `fuck' out loud like that."

   "Of course, honey.  Naturally.  It always does.  Now string together for
me several of those forbidden delicious expletives," the brunette said,
shrewdly goading her on.  "Express the real you who's inside, Sandra.  The
real you is a total bitch, a wicked girl who's fuckin' tired of being
harassed by her unenlightened, pathetic conscience.  So drown out that damn
voice, honey.  Swear for me, swear for yourself, like your life depends on
it, because it does.  Use the Lord's name in vain along with every swear word
you've ever heard.  Go for it, baby.  Trust me.  It'll feel so damn good!"

   Sandra took a deep breath.  "Oh my fuckin' God," she mumbled with a guilty
smile.  "Hey, I used the Lord's name in vain.  I haven't done that out loud
in years!"

   "Good, Sandra.  Good start.  But don't stop.  Let me hear a torrent of
that shit!"

   "Okay, here goes nothing," Sandra nodded bravely.  "God, I'm so fuckin'
tired of feeling guilty for wanting to be who I really am inside.  I'm _so_
fuckin' sick of it!  Shit," she whispered louder, now grinning at Lara.
"Shit, shit, shit!  I really mean it, God damn it.  I've had it up to here
with being good.  I'm sick of that fuckin' `good' shit.  Christ, I'm serious!
I want to be debauched and depraved like you guys from now on."  She paused.
"How's that?"

   Lara smugly drew on her cigarette.  "Sounded good to me.  How did it make
_you_ feel, darling?"

   "You know, it felt really good," she admitted with a delighted but naughty
smile.  "It did.  God, I could get used to talking like that all the time.
Just doing it made me feel braver, like I might really be able to follow
through and leave the pitiful old me behind in the dust."

   Lara exhaled toward the invigorated blond.  "And how do you feel about
smoking ?"

   "I'd really like to try it again," she giggled impishly.  "Lara, I think
I'm finally ready."

   "Then ask me for a cigarette, Sandra.  Let's hear you say it.  Come on,
you can do it."

   "It was a long time ago, but I loved smoking with my cousin and her
friends that weekend.  I want to smoke."  She glanced at Heidi who by now was
on floor with Ron on top of her while Cynthia kissed her mouth and fed her
smoke.  "Heidi's loving it and so will I.  Lara, I'd like to smoke a
cigarette.  May I have one, please?"

   "Very good, honey," Lara laughed wickedly.  "Here you go."  Extending her
pack the brunette offered it to Sandra.  The blond girl slowly but decisively
withdrew a single Benson & Hedges Menthol.  "Shall I light you up?"

   "Yes, please.  But -.  But what if I don't like it because I'm not used to
smoking?  Can you help me with that little problem?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "You did it for Heidi," Sandra explained.  "Somehow your power fixed it
for her so that being a neophyte smoker was no problem.  Right away Heidi
smoked like she'd been doing it her whole life.  Please do the same thing for
me.  Please?  God, Lara, I really, really want you to!"

   Lara firmly planted her tongue in her cheek.  Smiling, she mischievously
cocked her head.  "Oh really, Sandra?  You mean that from now on you want to
feel compulsive cravings for nicotine like a true addict, so that you can't
live anymore without smoking incessantly?"

   Sandra nodded.  "Yeah, that's what you did to Heidi, isn't it?"

   Lara laughed wickedly.  "Yeah, but God, girl!  You see, that's a totally
fucked up request.  So you're really want me to instantaneously turn you into
a nicotine addict?  Hmm, I see.  Okay then, beg me for it, bitch!"

   Sandra sensed what Lara wanted.  She wanted her to act like a bitch.
Suddenly she felt more than up to it.  "Okay, asshole," the unrepentant blond
giggled evilly.  "All those years of hanging out with stupid religious fucks
totally messed me up.  I haven't smoked in years.  Well, fuck that!  I was a
total dumbass.  I'm begging you, Lara, turn me into a real smoker like you
did to Heidi.  It's not that I don't want to smoke and act like a slut.  I
do.  I really fuckin' do.  But I'm gonna need some help, bitch.  So get off
of your goddamned fuckin' ass and wave your fuckin' magic wand and help me
out here!"  She grinned.  "How's that?"

   "Wow, very satisfying and very impressive," Lara acknowledged maliciously.
"Okay then, honey, the power's back on.  So look at me and listen.  I'm gonna
light your cigarette in just a second and you'll start smoking it.  From the
very first puff and with every one after it you'll love it.  It'll taste and
feel marvelous to smoke.  You'll want to suck as much smoke as you possibly
can deep down into your lungs and you'll love it.  It'll feel fabulous.  Your
body will react to the nicotine the smoke delivers like you've been smoking
heavily for years.  From now on your body will _need_ nicotine.  You can't
survive without it anymore.  You're a smoker now, Sandra."  She smiled
triumphantly and ceremoniously clicked her lighter.  "There, that's it,
honey.  It's done.  Let's give it a try!"

   The flame erupted from Lara's lighter and Sandra eagerly put the unlit
cigarette between her fingers.  She moved it up to her mouth and toward the
fire at the same time.  Her lips reached the filter at the same instant the
flame hit the cigarette's tobacco end.  She initiated a long drag.  She had a
big smile on her face.  In a few seconds she opened her mouth, impetuously
beckoning a large deposit of smoke into her lungs.  Her smile intensified.

   "Oh my God, that's so fuckin' amazing," Sandra groaned excitedly,
retaining the inhaled smoke deep inside her chest.  "Fuck, this is _so_
great!"  Pursing her lips she reluctantly released an almost endless exhale.
"Holy shit, Lara, thanks.  I feel like a smoker now!"

   "Yeah, well, that's because now you are a smoker," Lara cackled.  "You
really are.  And you're very welcome.  But what's really hot is that you
begged me to do this to you.  You're not a resistant victim like Heidi was.
Instead you begged me to transform you into a confirmed and habitual smoker.
You fuckin' implored me to turn you into a nicotine addict.  Well, bitch,
congratulations.  I did it, and now you are one, forever.  Happy?"

   "Ecstatic," Sandra nodded vehemently.  To prove it she hit on her
cigarette and inhaled deep in her lungs.  She looked at Bob who grinned from
ear to ear.  "How about you, you fuckin' depraved bastard?  You wanted this
to happen to me.  Happy?"

   "Oh yeah," Bob laughed.  "Honey, I couldn't be happier!"  Rising from his
chair he walked over to her to summarily kiss his wife on the mouth.  "Mm,
your mouth smells nice and smoky," he groaned happily.  "God, that's sweet!"

   "Get used to it," Sandra sardonically smiled.  "I asked Lara to do it and
she did.  Now I'm a real smoker just like you, Heidi and Hank.  So there's no
stopping me now."  She hit frantically on her cigarette.  "But I gather that
you like the new me?"

   "Like it?  I love it," Bob drooled.  "God, I'd like to fuck you right here
and now!"

   Sandra turned to the brunette alien.  "Hey Lara, can I ask another favor?
I really do want to let it all go, all that religious bullshit I used to buy
into, I mean.  But I still hear that fuckin' voice of guilt screaming inside
my head when I think about taking my clothes off and fucking.  Can you help
me with that, too?"

   Lara smiled.  "Gladly.  But instead of begging me for it this time I want
you to earn it."

   "How's that?  How can I earn it?"

   The brunette grinned.  "By kissing me with no help from my power.  I don't
want it to be too easy.  If you can bring yourself to give me a great big wet
kiss I'll work my magic to set you free forever from your old inhibitions so
you can become a real slut.  Make sure it's what you really want, though.  It
better be, darling.  Because once I do my thing you'll be living forever
inside a body that has a sex drive that makes you want to fuck every good
looking man or woman you ever see who smokes!"

   Sandra glanced at Heidi and grinned lasciviously.  Ron was thrusting in
and out of her blond friend from behind.  Heidi's soft but passionate groans
filled the air while Cynthia kissed her on the mouth and undulated in rhythm
with Ron's fucking.

   Sandra groaned.  "God, yeah, I'm sure, Lara," she replied with a wicked
smile.  Saucily she sauntered up to the buxom brunette.  She looked Lara
straight in the eye.  "I want exactly what Heidi's having, but with no
guilt!"

   "Okay.  Good enough.  Just drag on your cigarette, honey, and come and get
it," Lara laughed.  "What you want is right here," she added, pointing at her
lips.  "I want you to hit once more on that tasty cigarette and then kiss me.
I want this to be a kiss from someone I'm sure is another smoker.  You see, I
only kiss smokers!"

   "Okay, that won't be hard.  With pleasure, bitch," Sandra cackled.

   She hit on her B&H and without stopping to think about it forcefully
pushed her mouth against Lara's.  The feeling inside was pure electricity.
Her tongue was inside the gorgeous brunette's mouth while her smoke moved
from her mouth directly into Lara's.  She got weak in the knees.  Her pussy
felt wet.  Impulsively she pushed her whole body up against the brunette's
and began to undulate against Lara.  The embrace lasted at least ten seconds.

   "Oh my God," Sandra groaned ecstatically, finally pulling back.  "Fuck,
that was so incredibly nice.  Thanks, Lara.  I just needed that little extra
power boost to really enjoy it like I wanted to."

   Lara laughed as she hit on her B&H.  "Honey, I didn't use my power.  No,
not yet.  The sexual desire and energy you feel right now is one hundred
percent you and you alone, Sandra."  The brunette finally pursed her lips to
exhale.  "It's your own sexual desire that's driving the bus now, darling.  I
guess that means you're far more degenerate that you ever realized, huh?"

   "Oh my God," Sandra gasped in delight, distractedly covering her mouth
with her hand.  "No shit!  But fuck, I feel like I'd like to kiss you again
and tear all your clothes off while Bob watches us go at it."  She shook her
head.  "And that's all me?  Really?  You're not joking?"

   Lara shook her head.  "Nope.  No joke, Sandra.  I told you that you're not
like Heidi, honey.  Yeah, a real decadent and wicked little bitch is trapped
inside that gorgeous fucked up churchgoing body of yours and she's just
waiting for somebody to let her out so she can raise some serious hell."  She
pulled Sandra toward her.  "Believe me, I'm very willing to help that
gorgeous bitch inside of you with all of that hell-raising she wants to do!"
She kissed Sandra this time.  "Know what I mean?"

   Sandra moaned.  She felt weak in the knees once more.  "Uh-huh, yeah, I
sure as hell do."  With her hand not holding her cigarette she reached inside
Lara's blouse and found her breasts.  "Oh my God, I want you so fuckin' bad,
Lara," she groaned uncontrollably.  "Except for this cigarette that I'm
smoking right now I've never in my life wanted anything so much!"

   As Sandra fondled her tits Lara crowed with delight and wrapped her arms
around her, squeezing the blond girl's tight little ass.  "Yeah, and the fact
that it's you who wants it, not just my power, makes it even more exciting,
doesn't it?"  They kissed again, harder this time, as Sandra gyrated her
pelvis against Lara's.

   "Uh, excuse me," Bob interrupted.  "This is incredibly hot, but everyone
except Hank and me gets to screw around right now.  Don't we get to play,
too?"

   Lara laughed.  "I'm sorry, honey.  I was so turned on by your little bitch
of a wife that I nearly forgot about you boys.  Tell you what.  Let's mix it
up.  Hank, come over here with me and fuck Sandra.  You've been lusting after
her all night, haven't you?  Yeah, I thought so.  Meanwhile, Bob, you'd love
to stick your cock into Cynthia, wouldn't you?  Poor little Cynthia needs
some cock like Heidi's been getting from Ron."  She smiled at Sandra.  "I
assume you have no problem if you enjoy do a little husband-swapping as part
of our troika, do you, honey?"

   "Is that your power asking me that question, Lara?"

   "No, honey, it's just me.  No power.  I don't think you need it to come to
the right answer.  Am I right about that?"

   Sandra drew thoughtfully on her cigarette.  "Truth is I've always thought
Hank is hot," she admitted with a giggle as smoke burst from her lips.  "I
always wondered how he was in bed with Heidi.  Those were some of the wicked
thoughts I wasn't supposed to indulge.  But for years I've fantasized about
making love with Hank."  She laughed again.  "Yeah, it'd be great, Lara."
She reached down and rubbed her crotch in anticipation.  "Fabulous,
actually."

   "Great.  Then Bob, you go over there and fuck Cyn.  She's good and ready,
I'm sure.  Meanwhile Ron can finally unload into Heidi and then she and Ron
can enjoy a little post-coital bliss together.  While all that's going on
I'll enjoy a little threesome here with Hank and Sandra."  She put her
cigarette in the ashtray and immediately lit up another one.  "I always smoke
when I'm fucking around," she explained to her two new partners.  "I find
that smoky sex is the only truly _good_ sex.  Don't you agree?"

   Sandra laughed while she quickly dropped her slacks to reveal some
flowered panties.  Then she took off her blouse, to Hank's great delight.
"Lara, you don't need to use your power on me to help me understand _that_
concept," she giggled wickedly.  "Already I feel like I want to smoke when I
do everything.  Is that me, or is it your power?"

   By now Lara was naked.  The alien brunette felt the touch of Sandra's
nimble fingers caressing her exposed skin as Hank quietly approached Sandra
from behind and firmly grabbed her ass.  She groaned.  "Sandra, honey, I
don't know exactly which voice is saying that you want to smoke and fuck and
I don't care.  It's probably both you _and_ my power now.  They're one and
the same at this point, you know.  Remember, you asked me to turn you into a
smoker!"

   "Yeah, I know," Sandra sighed wickedly.  "And I'm so fuckin' glad I did!"
In no time all three of them were intertwined, smoking, touching and
pleasuring one another without restraint.  "God, I fuckin' love this shit,
you guys," Sandra groaned.  "This has turned out to be the best evening ever.
Shit, I'll never go to church again after this," she giggled.  "I'll be way
too busy smoking cigarettes and getting fucked all the time!"

   "You got that right, gorgeous," Hank moaned.  He passionately kissed the
back of Sandra's neck while he eagerly prepared to enter her from behind.
"God, Sandra, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, like, forever.  And God
damn, it's finally gonna happen."  He pulled down her slacks and then her
panties.  "Thanks to Lara and her friends I bet all our sex lives, you and
Bob and Heidi and me, will definitely become a hell of a lot more
interesting!"

   "God, I know," Sandra giggled eagerly.  She discharged yet another thick
stream of smoke through her parted lips.  "You know, I always secretly
wondered what it'd be like being a lesbian or making love with somebody other
than Bob."  She wiggled her naked ass in delight as she anticipated Hank
inserting his cock inside.  "Now at long last I'm finally gonna find out!"

   "Yeah, sure as hell, you slutty little smoking bitch," Lara groaned in
accord.  She watched enthusiastically as Hank finally push his cock inside
the eager vixen.  Sandra moaned in response and at the moment he entered Lara
kissed her hard on the mouth.  The blond girl's noxiously smoky breath was
delectably tasty.  God, Sandra really had become liberated!  "Well, Hank and
Sandra," Lara snickered as she watched the petite blond writhing with
pleasure.  "Welcome to your new life.  This is life the way Cynthia, Ron and
I always live it, a life full of lots and lots of great smoking and lots and
lots of great fucking!"

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   Bob and Sandra Anderson and Hank and Heidi Johnson became fast friends
with Cynthia and the two aliens.  It was natural, given the couples' newfound
love for both nicotine and promiscuous sex.  Bob, Sandra, Hank and Heidi all
soon became regulars at Ken's bar.  They never went back to church again.
Some of the parishioners visited the couples to find out why.  Their old
friends from church were horrified to see the totally unexpected
transformation.  At Hank and Heidi's home, for instance, ashtrays were now in
every room, most of them literally overflowing with cigarette butts.  Both
Heidi and Hank smoked over two packs a day, and their other new habit of
swearing persistently frightened and shocked their old friends.  In the same
way Sandra and Bob stunned their church friends by proudly showing off their
new collection of adult film videos and inviting them to watch with them.  In
a short time both the Andersons and the Johnsons had left their old lives
behind.

   Sandra was the most surprising.  Though she never received any impetus for
change from the alien powers, her deep-seated, long repressed desires brought
about a complete moral meltdown.  In a word, she was shameless.  This made
Sandra Lara's special favorite.  The brunette alien was turned on because she
knew that unlike the others Sandra was fundamentally depraved.  Sandra and
Lara soon became regular sexual partners.  Like Heidi and Hank, she and her
husband Bob smoked over two packs of cigarettes a day.  All of them smoked
Lara's brand, the full flavor Benson & Hedges Menthol 100's.  

   Ron decided to stay.  It took awhile before alien high command finally
realized he abandoned his post.  They ultimately delivered to him the same
ultimatum Lara got, either return for discipline and reassignment or forever
stay behind with no memory.  But like Lara, Ron tricked them and never erased
his memory.  Before it ran out he used his power to finance a substantial
nest-egg for himself.  He decided to move in with Cynthia and Lara.  They got
a new place and dedicated it to enjoying their depraved smoky lifestyle
together.

   Four months to the day after Ron first arrived, Cynthia came home from a
shopping trip.  She threw her purchases on the sofa and searched for her
housemates.  No trace of them.  The pretty blond frowned as she lit up a
cigarette.  "That's weird.  Ron and Lara didn't say anything about going
anywhere this afternoon!"

   That night they had all planned to get together with the Andersons for
dinner before hitting the bar.  Bob and Sandra arrived at six.  But still no
Lara, and no Ron, either.  Sandra wasn't worried.  She pointed out that Lara
and Ron were free spirits.  She figured they'd return eventually with
glorious tales of unplanned sexual exploits.

   But they didn't.  Nor did they return the next day, or the day after that.
Ultimately Cynthia found Lara's purse in her bedroom.  Inside were her
cigarettes, her monogrammed lighter and all her credit cards.  Lara always
kept them with her.  She especially never went out without her cigarettes and
her lighter!

   So Cynthia suspected the worst.  She figured the damn aliens had returned,
forcing Lara and Ron to return to their planet for punishment.  She felt sad
because she knew Lara loved being what she called "more than a watcher."  Ron
felt the same way.  But now they were back in emotionless limbo, perhaps
sitting in a jail cell or its equivalent on a sterile detached planet,
serving the interplanetary equivalent of hard time.  She tried to explain it
to George, Sandra, Hank, Heidi and Bob what must have happened.  No one
believed her.  None of them saw the spaceships.  They continued to believe
one day Lara and Ron would return.  But they never did.

   Months later Cynthia sat at Ken's bar nursing a Bud Light and smoking
another of the cigarettes that were her constant companions when in came a
strangely disoriented female.  The girl looked to be about 20.  She was
waifish, with a skinny but attractive body and very long blond tousled hair.
At first Cynthia thought she might be casing the place, deciding if she could
get served although she clearly looked underage.  But then the girl
approached the bar.  Cynthia stubbed out her cigarette.

   "You are Cynthia," the girl announced definitively, though there was a
decidedly blank look on her pretty face.  "I am Shiolonitabarkanas.  It is my
pleasure to meet you."  Clumsily she stuck out her hand to shake Cynthia's.
"What I mean is, it's nice to meet you," the girl added with a peculiar
smile.

   Cynthia blinked.  "Oh my God.  You must be -?"

   "Yes. You are correct."  The girl said to Cynthia through a detached
smile.  "I am a watcher."  She paused.  "Or I _was_ until I decided to
experience your world.  I am unfamiliar with the emotional components of my
autonomic body.  It is difficult to manage the odd sensations inside of me at
this moment."

   Cynthia gasped.  "Shit, then you must know about Lara and Ron.  Can you
tell me what happened to them?"

   "They were removed," the waifish girl said with no emotion.  "High command
realized they failed to eradicate their memories as instructed.  They
determined the beings you knew as Lara and Ron must no longer remain here.
They were involuntarily returned to their original life-forms.  They are now
detained until reassignment to a service that does not involve contact with
planets like yours."  She stared at Cynthia's shocked face.  "Ah, I sense
that you feel regret that you will never see them again.  Your emotions are
quite strong."

   "Yeah, no shit," Cynthia groaned.  Though she just finished smoking one,
instinctively she reached for another cigarette.  "Lara was a great friend.
She and Ron both were."

   The alien watched Cynthia light up her cigarette.  She nodded knowingly as
she saw the pretty blond take a long first drag.  "I spent much time studying
Aquillolara's encounters with you and others on this planet.  I should like
to experience this smoking if you will allow."

   Cynthia smiled sardonically after realizing what was transpiring.  "You
mean to say that you want a cigarette?  Oh my God!  Shit, that means you did
what Lara and Ron both did.  You took on human form because you're curious
about us and our emotions."  She hit on her cigarette and sucked the smoke
deep inside her chest.  It made her feel better.  "You must know that Lara
and Ron both loved to smoke," she grinned, exhaling while she kept right on
talking.  "Did you use a smoker to program your automaton's emotions like
they did?"

   "Of course," the alien smiled warmly.  "What else would you expect me?
After studying Aquillolara's experiences I replicated them.  I located a
young female, a very heavy smoker, and I copied her emotional programming
into my automatic body.  Your friend Sandra was the prototype for my
emotional encoding," she added.

   "Sandra?  Oh my God," she almost choked.  "You mean you're running
Sandra's emotional profile?  Wow, then by all means you need a cigarette,
honey.  Hell, that beautiful nicotine addict smokes all the damn time.
Almost as much as I do!"

   "Yes, I know.  I sought out Sandra to program my body emotionally because
I knew Sandra was indeed a genuine smoker.  Just like you," the girl smiled.
"So please, Cynthia, let me have one of your cigarettes.  Inside my body I
feel strange and gnawing hungry emotions that grow stronger each moment.  I
believe it is important for me to smoke as soon as possible."

   "Yeah, no shit," Cynthia nodded knowingly.  She handed over her pack of
Benson & Hedges Menthol 100's.  "Here you go, kid.  Hey, what did you say
your name is?"

   "I am Shiolonitabarkanas.  But call me Sheila, Sheila Barkan.  That is a
close equivalent to the name by which I am known."  The waifish blond fumbled
eagerly to remove a cigarette from the pack.  "I am eager to do this," she
went on with a twinkle in her eye.  "Smoking is a primary reason I was eager
to step out of my watcher role and assume human form."

   "Oh my God, wait," Cynthia gasped as the light finally went on.  "The same
thing will happen to you, won't it?  They'll come back to punish you just
like they did to Lara and Ron?"

   Sheila's unlit cigarette dangled from her lips.  "It's likely," she
nodded.  "But that will not change my decision or diminish my determination.
I must experience the same things they did.  I _must_ feel emotional
pleasure.  At this moment I am overwhelmed by the emotional and physiological
feelings that rage within my body.  I believe that I _need_ nicotine,
Cynthia.  For the first time I understand what `wanting' means.  Surely you
understand?"

   "Oh yeah, I sure do.  Do you want me to light you up?"

   "Yes, please.  This strange yearning inside of me feels almost
unbearable!"

   "Don't worry, Sheila," Cynthia laughed.  "As soon as your cigarette gets
going you'll feel a hell of a lot better!"

   Cynthia clicked her lighter and held it out.  Sheila leaned in to direct
the tobacco tip of her dangling cigarette into the fire.  "For quite some
time I studied how this is done," she said almost apologetically before
letting the flame touch her cigarette.  "But I wasn't prepared for the
overwhelming sense of anticipation I feel right now."

   The cigarette caught.  Sheila dragged and her cheeks caved in.  Greedily
she sucked smoke down into her chest and then immediately repeated the
process by dragging once more.

   "Ah, pleasure," the waifish blond moaned as smoke flowed endlessly from
her mouth and nostrils.  "Yes, this is why I had to leave watching behind."
She dragged a third time and inhaled.  "Aquillolara's report spoke of this.
But I didn't understand its significance until now!"

   Cynthia lit up another B&H Menthol for herself.  "Yeah, smoking's pretty
damn great," she giggled in agreement.  "Our friend Sandra's a total nicotine
fiend.  So, Sheila honey, if you have her emotional makeup inside of you then
from now on you'll be smoking non-stop!"

   "Yes, I shall," Sheila said brightly, smoke still escaping her nostrils.
"Ah, this makes it all worthwhile!  Now they can come and punish me.  I do
not care.  I finally have what I came for.  At last I can experience smoking
pleasure; I had to experience it!"  She took the cigarette from her mouth
just long enough to tap an ash into the ashtray on the bar.  Immediately the
alien returned it to her lips.  "This moment of pleasure is exquisite.  Thank
you for making it possible, Cynthia!"  She hit again on the menthol
cigarette.

   Cynthia carefully eyed the slender girl beside her.  Sheila was cute, and
she looked great smoking!  "You know what, Sheila?  Smoking's not the only
pleasure Lara and Ron experienced while here.  Are you interested in
experiencing more good shit, like joining me for a little sex?"

   Sheila nodded.  "The way you look smoking stimulates my sexual desire,
Cynthia," she admitted.  "This is because I assumed Sandra's emotional
encoding.  That is why I used Sandra.  I wanted to experience human sexual
pleasure with you just as Sandra has and just as both Lara and Ron did while
they were with you."  Sheila reached out her free hand and began caressing
the other girl's breasts.  "But we must hurry.  My superiors may react faster
to my defection than they did to that of my predecessors."

   Cynthia groaned.  She was flush with desire.  "No problem, honey."  She
left a twenty dollar bill on the bar and winked at Steve the bartender as she
turned to go with Sheila.  Steve couldn't hear all their discussion but he
knew what was happening in general terms.  Cynthia took Sheila's arm.
"Honey, tonight I'll pleasure you till it drives you fuckin' crazy.  What do
you think of that?"

   "I think the proper human expression is that this will prove to be fuckin'
great," Sheila laughed evilly.  "Thank you, Cynthia!"

   With cigarettes in hand they walked into the parking lot.  "Hey, Sheila.
I have a question, though.  How many more like you are gonna come?  Hell, I
figured after Lara and Ron got busted it'd be the end of this shit."

   Sheila drew on her cigarette.  "I do not know.  But this shit, as you call
it, is so enticing that I suspect you can expect a series of similar
defections in the future, Cynthia.  Our race thrives on acquiring knowledge
of other planets and other species.  But this knowledge," she smiled, finally
pausing to exhale smoke.  "This knowledge will keep making watchers curious,
ultimately curious enough to risk everything in order to experience it in
humanoid form."

   "Lara used to say that," Cynthia mused, getting in her car.  "Lara said
after watching for awhile she felt she needed to be more than a watcher.  Is
that right?"

   "Just so," Sheila nodded eagerly.  She leaned over the passenger seat and
kissed Cynthia on the lips, tasting the blond's yummy smoky breath.  The
humanoid alien shivered with expectation.  "Yes, more than watching is what I
desire tonight!"

   "Yeah, me, too," Cynthia nodded happily.  "It drives me crazy to only get
to watch!"  

   Cynthia missed Ron.  She especially missed Lara.  But Sheila seemed very
nice.  Though her other alien friends were gone it now looked as if she'd
continue to get to smoke with, and get to fuck, more aliens who couldn't help
but participate in human pleasures like smoking and sex.  All that suited
Cynthia just fine.  Yeah, regardless of what happened to them, she always
would be more than a watcher; much more!

THE END

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