Smoke Police, Part 2

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    SMOKE POLICE

    Part 2 - The New Sandra.

    As she drove home Sandra shook her head. She was amazed at herself. God,
what a day! Her head was spinning!

    First, she met Roxanne Smarzen, the head of ATF's regional covert ops!
That would have been cool enough! She was going to work under cover for
Roxanne. Wow!

    Second, she learned to smoke. Roxy taught her! Sandra couldn't believe it.
A wicked grin pulled at the corners of her mouth. Surprisingly she'd enjoyed
it! Based on her first experience, she liked smoking! God, she worried, maybe
too much. Good thing I have the pills, Sandra decided, to keep me from
becoming addicted. Smoking is more fun than I imagined.

    Finally, and most disturbing, Sandra couldn't stop thinking about Roxy.
"Yeah, no doubt about it," she said aloud. "While Roxy taught me to inhale and
we were cheek to cheek I got more than a little aroused." She laughed. "God,
what's come over me?" she giggled nervously. Just thinking about the whole
experience made Sandra feel wet. Her hand rested on her crotch.
Absent-mindedly she rubbed herself through her pants and fantasized about
smoking with Roxy while the car drove itself. It felt really good.

    Like most girls, Sandra'd fooled around in high school and college,
sexually experimenting with her friends. They kissed each other on the mouth
and played with each other's tits, that sort of thing. No big deal. After all,
this was the 20's. Teenage women were expected to explore their sexuality. But
Sandra never thought she was seriously attracted to other women. Sure, she
always admired a nice big pair of tits on another girl. But she considered
herself a heterosexual. Today, though, smoking cheek to cheek with Roxanne
pushed her sexual buttons! She liked being close to Roxy. Sandra smiled with
anticipation. I'll get to do it again tomorrow, she told herself. She
continued to rub her crotch through her pants.

    Her pleasure was interrupted as the buzzer announced her car was
approaching her exit. Sandra let go of herself, switched off the auto-drive
feature which operated the car on the freeway, and re-engaged the manual
controls to take the car to the exit ramp.

    After a brief drive on the side streets Sandra turned into her apartment
complex. Her head was racing. Maybe she was bisexual. There was no doubt that
today she'd wanted Roxy. She still did. And she wanted to smoke another
cigarette, too. The feeling was subtle, but clear. God, was she going to
become a smoker, too? Something about Roxy and smoking excited her. Sandra
laughed aloud. She was certain Roxy felt it, too. Sandra felt relaxed, really
good.

    Sandra opened the window to let cold air enter the car. She needed to cool
down. As the air hit her face Sandra changed her mind. No, it was probably the
forbidden fruit syndrome, she reasoned. The smoking lesson seemed exciting,
she rationalized, because it was illegal. After I smoke tonight, she decided,
and it becomes more familiar, I won't feel anything sensual about smoking (or
about Roxy) by tomorrow. She parked the car and got out, closing the door.
After taking off her glove and using her thumbprint on the door to lock the
car, Sandra walked into the entryway to the building. She wasn't going to
mention the sexual part to Chantelle. But Sandra couldn't wait to tell
Chantelle about smoking undercover.

    "Hey, Chantelle," Sandra cried as she entered the apartment. "You won't
believe what happened!"

    Her roommate appeared out of her bedroom. She was wearing nothing but
panties. Chantelle's long jet black hair hung around her shoulders. She smiled
at Sandra. Obviously, Chantelle was in the middle of changing her clothes.

    Sandra stared at her. She'd always thought Chantelle attractive, but
seeing her half dressed seemed unusually exciting this time. Sandra shook her
head, trying to shake the wanton feelings growing inside. God, she thought,
Chantelle has nice looking tits!

    "Okay, go ahead, try me!" yelled Chantelle as she disappeared back into
the bedroom. God, I'd love to, Sandra smiled to herself with wanton abandon.
I'd love to.

    Chantelle was 24 and athletic. She reappeared wearing a red halter top and
black shorts as she walked into the living room. Chantelle never wore a bra in
the apartment. Her tits showed through the top. That's a pretty skimpy outfit
for January, Sandra thought to herself. But damn, she stared, Chantelle's
supple body and long black hair looked good right now!

    "So what's up?" Chantelle asked innocently. "Did you get a raise or
something?"

    "No, silly," Sandra replied calmly. "You'll never guess, so I'll tell you.
I met the Bureau's director of covert ops. I'm going to do investigative work
undercover for the Bureau! Isn't that cool?"

    Chantelle looked disappointed. "Is that all?" she asked. "Big fuckin'
deal," she went on, leafing through the mail. "Sandra, what's come over you?
You can join the smoke police if you want. It's not my idea of good news."

    Sandra was disappointed with Chantelle's curt response. Sandra composed
herself. "Chantelle, it's like in the movies," she protested aloud. "I'll be
going to campus to hang out at smoking parties, snooping for information. I'll
practically be a spy. Don't you think that's neat?"

    "No, Sandra," replied Chantelle dryly. "Look, lots of people, me included,
think working for the smoke police is a pretty shitty job. Especially right
now, what with the President talking about deregulating tobacco and
everything. Plus, what the hell do the smoke police think they're protecting?
Do you know how many new cancer cases have been reported in the entire United
States in the last three years? Zero! Since anti-cancer vaccines were
developed polio is a bigger problem than lung cancer. A lot of people agree
with the President that we should deregulate cigarettes, or at least cut ATF
funding, and just let people smoke in peace. Working for the smoke police
isn't a glamour job, Sandy. Wake up."

    Sandra was crestfallen. Just like Chantelle to throw cold water on
something Sandra was excited about! "Okay," Sandra admitted, "but it's still
cool to do intelligence work. And you won't believe this," she went on. She
opened the bag Roxy'd given her and placed a carton of cigarettes and the
ashtray on the table.

    "Holy shit!" Chantelle exclaimed. "Where'd you get those?" she asked
breathlessly. "You could get in big trouble!"

    Without comment, Sandra picked up the two TUPs and passed them over.
Chantelle looked in disbelief. "These are TUPs," she stuttered. "This one has
my name and picture on it!" She stared at Sandra. "And this looks like my
thumbprint. What the fuck's going on here?"

    Sandra smiled. "I told you, but you weren't listening. Roxanne Smarzen
asked me to work undercover for the smoke police. I need to learn to smoke to
be effective undercover. I'm supposed to practice. And you can work with me if
you want. Roxy says it's better if I don't go to campus alone. That's why
there's a TUP with your name and picture on it. And you're right. It's your
thumbprint, too. You're in, Chantelle, if you want."

    Chantelle said nothing. Putting on a sophisticated air, Sandra casually
opened the carton, picked up a pack of cigarettes and tore it open. Pulling
out a long, white cigarette, she placed it in her mouth. She picked up the
lighter. Chantelle's eyes were round as saucers.

    A strange excitement gripped Sandra as she held the lighter. She felt a
strong desire to take a huge puff of smoke and inhale it deep into her lungs.
The urge was almost overwhelming. God, she thought, it's a good thing I'm
taking the medicine. Imagine how I'd feel if I hadn't had my pill! As it is, I
can't wait! Her hand shook slightly as she clicked the lighter.

    "God, you weren't kidding, were you?" Chantelle blurted out as Sandra lit
the tip of the cigarette and exhaled a small cloud of smoke. Without removing
the cigarette, Sandra took a second, longer drag and inhaled the smoke into
her lungs. It felt so good. She wanted to hold it inside forever.

    "Where did you learn to do that?" Chantelle asked as Sandra finally
exhaled the smoke.

    "Roxy taught me," Sandra said innocently, the smoke mixing with her words.
"She said I was pretty good at it, too. A natural." She paused to take another
drag. This puff, too, felt unbelievably good. Sandra inhaled again and held
the smoke in her lungs. "So, what do you think?" she asked.

    Chantelle sat on the couch. "It's pretty amazing, that's all," she
mumbled. She looked shell-shocked. "I mean, Sandra, my straight arrow
roommate, smoking in our apartment." She looked up to see Sandra exhaling from
her nostrils. "Okay, tell me all about it."

    Sandra told Chantelle the whole story, about the pills and practicing at
home. She again told Chantelle that Roxy suggested she involve her roommate
and had prepared a TUP for Chantelle, too. She told her everything except
about her arousal and her sexual attraction to Roxy. Sandra herself didn't
understand that part. So she decided not to talk about it. Yet.

    "So, Chantelle, that's the whole deal," she concluded. "If you're
interested in trying it, it's legit. And completely safe. Just take one pill
and you can't get addicted. If you want, I'll show you how to smoke, too."

    Chantelle was dumbfounded. She said nothing for several moments. Finally
she answered. "Sandra, this is not like you. You're usually so cautious about
everything. She paused again. "You're sure I won't get hooked? You're sure
these pills work?" she asked.

    "Roxy says they're fool-proof," Sandra replied. As if to prove her point,
she took a final big drag, inhaled it, and then exhaled the smoke in an upward
stream toward the ceiling as she crushed her cigarette in the ashtray.

    Chantelle said nothing. She stood up, walked into the kitchen and returned
with a glass of water. Without comment she opened the bottle and placed a pill
in her mouth. Swallowing some water, she took the pill without saying a word.
Then she picked up the pack of cigarettes and slowly placed one in her mouth.

    "God, this is so weird!" Chantelle sighed, with the cigarette hanging from
her mouth. "You know, I've done this before," she admitted with a grin. "It's
been almost three years," she went on. "But I've never gotten over it. I still
miss smoking."

    Chantelle picked up the lighter and clicked the flame, lighting the
cigarette without hesitation. She took a big drag, inhaled and slowly exhaled
a stream of smoke from her nostrils. The smoke escaped in twin spirals. "Oh,
yeah," she sighed as the exhaling smoke switched over and began coming from
her mouth. "It tastes and smells so good!" She quickly took a second drag and
inhaled again. Oh God," Chantelle whispered with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"It's just as good as I remember!"

    Sandra was surprised. "You've smoked before?" she asked incredulously.

    Chantelle took a third puff. "Yeah, when I was in college. I smoked for
over a year before I quit. A pack a day. Quitting was the hardest damn thing
I've ever done! God, I loved smoking. But the habit was too damn expensive,
and too dangerous." She took a fourth drag, even longer than the first three,
and again sucked the smoke into her lungs. "Buying cigarettes on the black
market can cost a small fortune, you know," she sighed, allowing some smoke to
curl from her lips as she talked.

    "As a college student I didn't have that kind of money," Chantelle
continued wistfully. "Now that I'm working full time I suppose I could afford
to buy them on the black market." Chantelle paused to look at the burning
cigarette, and then went on. "Plus, I almost got busted for possession once.
That did it. As much as I hated quitting, I didn't want to have to explain an
arrest record to an employer." She took another drag, carelessly letting ashes
fall onto the coffee table. "But God, I do miss smoking." She smiled and
looked at Sandra. "It's the best!"

    Sandra was puzzled but excited. Listening to Chantelle's confession and
watching her smoke made her feel hot all over again. God, she thought. What in
hell is happening to me? She definitely felt attracted to Chantelle. No
question about her excitement. Sandra wanted to touch herself as she watched
Chantelle smoke and talk, but decided against it. She wasn't sure she could do
it discretely. She was afraid Chantelle would notice what she was doing.

    Chantelle, however, didn't notice anything. She was totally absorbed in
the pleasure of smoking her first cigarette after a long hiatus. "You know,
I've got friends who still smoke," Chantelle went on. "Sorry, Sandra, I can't
do it. I can't help you turn people in to the smoke police." She took another
drag. "But, oh God! Seeing you smoke and smelling the aroma of tobacco smoke,
I couldn't resist trying it again. It tastes so good! I just hope that pill
keeps me from getting hooked again. Because if it doesn't," Chantelle said
grimly, "I'll never stop smoking this time." She finally exhaled toward the
ceiling. The smoke hung in the air over their heads.

    Sandra loved hearing about Chantelle's smoking past. And Chantelle looked
so cute and sexy, holding her cigarette in the air and periodically sucking
smoke into her lungs. Pretending to straighten her pants, Sandra
surreptitiously rubbed her pussy a couple of times. God, it felt good. She'd
have to get off later tonight.

    Suddenly Sandra wanted another cigarette. No reason not to, she decided.
Without comment Sandra picked up the pack from the table and withdrew her
second cigarette. Putting it in her mouth, Sandra readied the lighter and lit
up again.

    "You seem like you enjoy smoking, Sandra," Chantelle chided as the flame
ignited the cigarette. Sandra ignored her.

    "Hey, Chantelle, tell me," Sandra asked as she inhaled. "What's it like
being hooked on these things?" She held the smoke inside while awaiting
Chantelle's reply. God, the smoke in her lungs felt so good! Sandra
consciously let it soak in as long as she could.

    Chantelle smiled and held her cigarette erect between her fingers as she
watched Sandra smoke. "I'll tell you. It feels wonderful and terrifying at the
same time," she replied. "But you look like you understand that already,
honey," she added with a wicked grin.

    Without another word, Chantelle put her cigarette in her mouth, wrapped
her lips around the filter and took another huge drag. "It doesn't take long
to get hooked. Once you do, you want to smoke all the time," she went on.
"Before long you're willing to die for the feeling of lighting up a cigarette
and sucking the smoke into your lungs. God, you want to just let it sit there,
soaking in, as long as you can." She paused. "Talking about it makes me want
to do it over and over again!"

    Chantelle tapped some ashes into the ashtray this time, raised the
cigarette to her lips and puffed again. As if to demonstrate, after inhaling
this time she didn't exhale at all. "I don't how to describe being hooked.
It's heavenly," she concluded. "In some ways, I still am hooked. I still love
cigarettes even though I quit." She giggled. "Until now, that is."

    "Wow," Sandra sighed. She understood a little bit of what Chantelle was
talking about. With each puff, Sandra enjoyed the feelings associated with
smoking more and more. But it's only psychological, she assured herself.

    Chantelle smiled knowingly at Sandra. "Like I said, you look like you're
enjoying it yourself, kiddo," Chantelle teased. Chantelle took a last drag on
her cigarette and crushed it into the ashtray as she inhaled again. She looked
up and Sandra was dragging again. "Enjoying smoking, I mean," Chantelle added
as she exhaled the last of her own smoke. "Are you sure you've never done this
before?"

    Sandra exhaled toward the ceiling. "No, I swear," she said emphatically.
"Roxy said I'm a natural. I guess she's right." She paused to manicure her
cigarette in the ashtray and took another puff. "You know, Chantelle, I've
felt funny ever since my first cigarette this afternoon. I feel like throwing
off all restraint. I feel like ditching my diet. I feel like smoking
cigarettes. All night. I'd love to." Sandra smiled. "And I'd like to get laid.
God, I feel really horny." She stopped and took another drag on her cigarette.
Pulling the smoke into her lungs made the feelings even more intense. "Shit,
Chantelle, what's wrong with me?" Sandra took a final puff and put the
cigarette out in the ashtray. For a moment Sandra stared at the butts
accumulating in the ashtray. "What's happening inside my head?"

    Chantelle sat down next to Sandra. Against her better judgment Chantelle
reached for the cigarettes sitting on the table. "Probably just the thrill of
smoking for the first time, Sandra," she said sweetly. "I don't know about you
but I'm going to have another cigarette. Join me?"

    She handed a cigarette to Sandra and placed another between her own lips.
"Well," Chantelle said, the unlit cigarette bouncing in her mouth. "You might
as well enjoy it, right?"

    "I guess so," Sandra smiled meekly. Chantelle picked up the lighter and
leaned toward Sandra to light her up. As she did, Sandra steadied Chantelle's
hand while it held the lighter. The sensation of skin touching skin was
electric to Sandra. Added to it was the pleasure of sweet smoke immediately
filling her lungs when the flame brought her cigarette to life. The pleasure
was so intense, Sandra thought she would swoon.

    Chantelle was right, Sandra admitted as she took a second consecutive
drag. She wanted to keep smoking. Simultaneously the two of them took
cheek-hollowing drags and filled their lungs with smoke. The thought of
stopping seemed impossible.

    Sandra and Chantelle smoked quietly side by side on the couch. Dinner was
forgotten as smoke filled the room. For Chantelle the pleasant return of
nicotine's stimulus was absolute bliss. For Sandra the quasi-sexual nature of
smoking with Chantelle was likewise extremely exciting. The pleasure was real
and substantial.

    "Hey, Sandra, I know what's let do," Chantelle finally suggested. "If
you're supposed to learn to smoke, let's scan some old movies on TV. You know,
movies from the 1950's through the '90's, when women smoked. The computer can
give us a list of good smoking movies. Then we can work on imitating them."

    "Great," Sandra agreed. They'd have to go back at least 30 years for
movies with people smoking, but a wide selection of old movies was readily
available from the TV movie program guide. After they punched in the request,
the display screen gave them a list of movies in which smoking was a
substantial part of the story.

    Sandra heated some pizza and Chantelle suggested they have a few beers.
Although Sandra rarely drank on work nights, she felt like it tonight. The
large television screen on the apartment wall quickly came to life. All 64
inches began to glow with the message:

    WARNING: the following film pre-dates adoption of the Tobacco Control Act
of 2006, as amended. This movie contains explicit scenes of persons smoking.
Under Section 7 of the Act, scenes like these which glamorize smoking would
violate applicable federal standards of decency. However, this movie was
filmed prior to the effective date of the Act, so such scenes are exempt from
the applicable federal standards. Watch at your own risk.

    "Good," Sandra smiled to herself. That's what we want to see tonight. We
want to see how they used to do it. She smiled at Chantelle. This was what
they wanted.

    The two of them had a great time drinking beer, eating, laughing, smoking
and watching parts of the old movies. Sophia Loren, Kathleen Turner, Audrey
Hepburn. How odd it was to see people in the old movies shamelessly smoking in
public! After a few beers, a half dozen cigarettes and portions of three or
four old movies, Sandra decided the hell with being discrete. She started
playing with her pussy quietly but constantly as the next movie started.

    Chantelle had dialed up Basic Instinct, a film in which in which the femme
fatal was a shameless smoker. Sandra was transfixed by the movie. She insisted
on watching it from the beginning. She knew, but wouldn't admit, it was
because the star was a wicked, bisexual woman who smoked constantly and
shamelessly. The story line made her feel wanton. Sandra openly used her free
hand, the one not holding the cigarette, to play with herself.

    In the middle of the movie, Chantelle noticed. "Hey, kid, what're you
doing there?" she asked Sandra with a wicked smile.

    Sandra blushed but shrugged. "I just felt like playing with myself, that's
all." She grabbed another cigarette. "Gee, Chantelle, this is a great film."
She lit up her seventh cigarette of the evening. Every puff tasted heavenly.
"You know, it makes me feel hot," she confided.

    Chantelle smiled. She too reached for another cigarette. "I know," she
admitted. "Hey, Sandra, be a dear and light me up, will you?" Sandra'd left
the lighter on the table beside her, which blocked it from Chantelle's reach.

    "Sure," Sandra smiled. Chantelle leaned toward her, the unlit cigarette
between her lips. As Sandra flicked the flame, Chantelle leaned closer and
brushed her long, black hair from her face. "Sandy," she purred. "I have to
ask you this. How hot are you feeling tonight?"

    Sandra lit Chantelle's cigarette and watched. Her roommate took a big
drag, double-pumped another, and then sucked smoke up from her mouth into her
nose.

    "Pretty hot. I don't know why, but I'm feeling really horny, Chantelle,"
Sandra admitted with a sly grin. She wondered. Would Chantelle take the bait?
Chantelle sometimes fooled around with female lovers. But she'd never admitted
an attraction to Sandra.

    "I thought you were pretty hot, Sandra, because your pants are all wet,"
Chantelle sighed, without removing the cigarette from her lips. "You're having
a pretty good time, aren't you, baby?"

    For a moment Sandra was embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess so," she said. She
took another puff on her cigarette. God, it tasted so good! Nothing else
mattered to her. Well, almost nothing else!

    Chantelle slid closer on the couch. "I was watching, Sandra, when you saw
Sharon Stone kiss her female roommate in the movie. You were really going at
it during that part, weren't you, Sandra?" The cigarette remained in
Chantelle's mouth. Smoke escaped from around the edges as she puffed, inhaled
and exhaled.

    "Yeah, I guess so," Sandra smiled innocently. "Smoking like this and
watching these movies on the big screen is a real turn-on."

    Quietly, Chantelle placed her hand lightly on Sandra's thigh. "How are you
feeling now, Sandy?" she whispered. Chantelle began to move her fingers up and
down the inside of Sandra's leg.

    Sandra quivered. "Oh," she startled with a gasp. "Very nice, Chantelle."
Pretending to ignore Chantelle's hand, Sandra took another puff of her
cigarette and put it down in the ashtray. After inhaling deeply, Sandra turned
toward her roommate. Chantelle's face was covered in a cloud of smoke coming
from the cigarette burning in her lips.

    Sandra decided to make a move. "I'll bet you're getting hot, too, aren't
you, Chantelle? Really hot, I'll bet." Sandra whispered softly, cheek to cheek
with Chantelle, allowing smoke to escape from her mouth right into Chantelle's
face while she talked. "Want to play?"

    "Uh-huh," Chantelle sighed. "I'm feeling like a fuck!"

    The moment was electric. Without another word Chantelle took a drag on her
cigarette and inhaled. The smoke went deep into her lungs. She removed the
burning cylinder from her mouth and quietly placed it in the ashtray. Still
silent, Chantelle leaned her face up against Sandra's and whispered. "I want
you."

    Sandra's lips reached out to kiss Chantelle's. As they did, the delicious
taste of cigarette smoke filled Sandra's mouth. Sandra loved the taste. It was
what she'd wanted from Roxy earlier today! They kissed harder and Sandra felt
her hands grasping at Chantelle's breasts. As she squeezed, she heard
Chantelle moan. A moan of pleasure, not of pain. No doubt about it. Chantelle
wanted it. Cigarettes forgotten, the two of them embraced and began making
love on the couch. Finally, after each of them had come several times, they
lay exhausted on the couch.

    "What the hell came over us?" Sandra giggled with embarrassment.

    "I don't know," Chantelle replied. "But I want another cigarette."

    "Me, too, please," Sandra agreed. Chantelle lit smokes for each of them as
they talked about their feelings.

    "I've made it with women before," said Chantelle with conviction. "But I
never intended to come on to you. Then I saw you looking at me tonight,
Sandra, and something started going on inside me I can't explain. I didn't
want to explain it. I just wanted to have it." She giggled.

    "I know," Sandra replied as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. God, she
realized before continuing, this cigarette tastes great! "I felt so horny
tonight and you looked so hot in your cute, little outfit. I couldn't keep my
eyes off you, Chantelle. I've never wanted to admit how attractive I've always
thought you were. But tonight...." Sandra laughed. She leaned over and saw
Chantelle taking a big drag on her cigarette. "Something different, something
very strange, happened to me." She giggled again. "Something very nice!"

    Chantelle inhaled another mouthful of smoke. "Could it have something to
do with the pills?"

    Sandra didn't answer. Chantelle continued. "You said they build up
resistance to nicotine and they have a mild tranquilizing side effect. Well,
maybe they affect sexual inhibitions, too." Chantelle leaned over and softly
kissed Sandra. "Believe me," she sighed. "I don't understand what's happening,
but watching you smoke here with me makes me want you all over again."
Chantelle's free hand began stroking Sandra's breasts again.

    Sandra giggled. "Stop it, Chantelle," she chided. "Maybe you're right.
Roxy said the pills make you feel mellow and relaxed. Maybe they also release
our inhibitions." She frowned. "Does this mean I'm bisexual and just never
realized it?"

    Chantelle was double-pumping on her cigarette. As she inhaled, she set it
down in the ashtray. "I don't know, Sandra," she began, stopping to exhale a
stream of smoke directly into her roommate's face while caressing Sandra's
thighs with both hands. "Maybe you are. But I'll tell you one thing. Your
fuckin' pills aren't inhibiting my urge to smoke." She laughed again. "God,
all I can think about is smoking." Chantelle rolled over and began kissing
Sandra's neck. "Well," she giggled, "there is one other thing I'm thinking
about."

    Sandra took consecutive drags on her cigarette and placed it in the
ashtray. Chantelle was right. Sandra wanted to keep smoking. Her insatiable
appetite grew with each new cigarette she lit up. She'd ask Roxy about it, she
sighed as she inhaled the smoke. She rolled over and kissed Chantelle on the
lips once more. Her pussy was wet again and Sandra felt Chantelle's fingers
begin to explore the exterior regions of her wetness. Sandra moaned. She'd ask
Roxy tomorrow. Right now, however, she had something she needed to finish.

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