Sisterhood Of The Smoker Babes, Part 7

Writers Note---Those that enjoy a good science fiction story know that they
need to suspend their beliefs of the real world and allow for the possibility
of things that are out of the ordinary. You will need to do that when you
read this story. With that being said, while the science fiction stuff is
mostly a product of my imagination, many of the smoking scenes are in fact
based on real encounters and sightings that I've experienced throughout
my life. Some have been modified to fit the context of the story but others
remain mostly intact as they actually occurred. Lastly, when reading this I
suggest that you pay attention to the timeline as it is critical to how
you'll draw your conclusions over the story's ending. My email address is
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I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it.


          SISTERHOOD OF THE SMOKER BABES-THE SMOKING WAR CHRONICLES

CHAPTER 7 - November 14, 2023 - Cameron
    Eleven year old Cameron rolled her eyes when she saw the announcement on
Fuse TV. Britney Spears was making yet another comeback attempt. The only
thought that came to Cameron was why in god's name would Britney be trying
this yet again. She might have been big once but her last attempt in 2019 had
flopped and the overweight former star was nearly booed off the stage at a
show in Los Angeles. 

    Cameron's love for music was obvious as posters of many of the current
day's stars adorned her wall. Her favorite was teen heartthrob David Mallory,
the 18 year old front man for the band Nightflight. David's posters were
probably on every eleven year old's wall in America.  Nightflight was just
the tip of the iceberg of Cameron's music taste, though. She'd gained her
love for music from both of her parents while growing up and aside from the
year's current top forty, also enjoyed retro bands such as Paramore and
Shinedown from the turn of the century and even liked some of the older rock
bands like Foreigner and Def Leppard that her parents were into when they
were younger.  Britney, on the other hand, was pretty ridiculous. 

    She heard a car door close in the driveway and looked out her bedroom
window. "Yesss!" she exclaimed gleefully when she saw it was her dad coming
home from work. There was something she was dying to ask him. As she turned
off her TV she noticed a fresh red mark on her left arm. It stung a little
and she briefly wondered where it came from. The dark haired, blue eyed,
pre-teen forgot about it almost instantly as she bounded down the stairs. 

    Her dad had already powered up his computer and was fervently punching on
the keys when she arrived in the kitchen. "Hi Daddy," she said as her dad lit
a cigarette. 

    "Hi Baby!" her dad said. "How's my girl doing today?' 

    "Don't call me that, I'm not a baby anymore," she growled. She wasn't
really angry. This was the normal banter that went on between dad and
daughter who enjoyed a close relationship. "Hey, oh my god, did you hear that
thing about Britney Spears trying to come back again?" Her dad said he hadn't
and the two discussed how Brit's upcoming tour would probably end in disaster
like the last one. 

    "So what's up with you, how was school?" her dad asked. 

    "School's school. My favorite time of the day is when I leave," Cameron
said slightly impatiently. She had something else on her mind. "Daddy what's
smoking like?" 

    "What, why do you ask Cam?" her dad asked after a moment's hesitation.
His daughter was like her mom. When she had something to say she didn't beat
around the bush, electing to just get right to the point. While there were a
million benefits to this personality trait, the one drawback is that both of
the women in his life had the knack for hitting him with things out of the
blue like this that caught him flat footed.  "Oh, I don't know, I was just
wondering. You and mommy smoke all the time and you must really like it since
you do it so much so I was just wondering." the girl said inquisitively. 

    "Honey, you're a very smart girl" the father began. "You know smoking's
bad for you." 

    "Daad, I know, I can read, you know! I just was wonderin 'cause some kids
at school are doin it, and you and mom smoke all the time." the girl said. 

    "Have you tried it yet, Cam?" her father asked. 

    "I haven't, I really haven't" the girl said a little defensively.  "But I
want to. I don't even think I'll like it but I want to anyway and I don't
even know why. And yeah I read all that stuff how it can make you sick and
then once you start you can't stop but that won't happen to me with just one
cigarette right?' 

    Her father looked at her for a few seconds thinking about his response.
His daughter was very strong willed, like her mother. Even at this very young
age she was quite adept at finding a way to get her own way. He knew that if
Cameron wanted to try smoking she would simply do it, with or without her
parent's consent. The choice, it seemed, was to let her try it in a
controlled environment with himself present, or have her conduct this
experiment with one of her friends. 'Ok," he began, "You can try it if you
want, I can see you've been thinking about this a lot and I think you're old
enough and smart enough to decide for yourself about this." 

    "OH MY GOD, THANK YOU DADDY, YOU'RE SO AWESOME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" she
practically screamed as she wrapped him up in a big hug. The girl reached
toward the table and extracted a Marlboro Menthol from her dad's pack and
picked up his lighter that was on the table. For a few seconds she carefully
examined the cigarette in her fingers before putting the filter end in her
mouth and clicked the lighter. Her heart was pounding wildly and her breaths
were rapid from the excitement. Her excitement was too much in fact for her
first drag as she pulled too deeply from the cigarette and went into an
immediate coughing fit. 

    "Easy honey, are you alright?" the father asked with concern. She nodded
that she was as she tried to catch her breath. She went over to the sink and
grabbed a glass and took a gulp of water. "Cam, it's ok if you want to stop
now and try again some other time." 

    The girl flashed her dad a wicked smile. She had been dying to try
smoking for a while now. She wasn't sure when this fascination began really.
She'd grown up around smoking all her life. Her parents smoked, their friends
smoked and even members from her favorite bands and some of her favorite
actresses smoked. She wanted to find out what she was missing out on. 

    "Go easy then, you don't want to inhale so much at first," her dad
instructed. 

    The girl took a few more seconds to catch her breath and brought the
cigarette back to her mouth again. This time she didn't inhale, she only took
the smoke into her mouth and held it there before blowing it into the
kitchen's air. She immediately loved the awesome feeling that came over her
when she saw her own smoke coming out of her mouth and floating into the
room. 

    She took another drag, this time inhaling a small amount of smoke and
holding it in her lungs for a couple of seconds. Her exhales this time
produced a couple of puffy smoke balls that hung from the edge of her lips
before escaping into the room. She was beaming, smiling from ear to ear. 

    "This is really cool, Daddy, thank you for letting me try this."
Remembering something, she took another drag, this one a little deeper. This
time she noticed the effects of the smoke inside her body. She felt a trace
of lightheadedness which for a fraction of a second knocked her for a loop.
But almost instantly that was replaced by a sense of pleasant calmness that
resonated through her whole body. As she exhaled this time she looked down
and watched as traces of smoke trickled out of her nose. Yesss, she said
silently to herself, although she couldn't conceal the slight pumping of her
fist from her dad's watchful eye. As she continued to smoke the cigarette,
Cameron began to inhale a little more with each inhale as she figured out how
much she could take in without going into coughing convulsions. She was
amazed at the way she was feeling. She was extremely excited though she
didn't know why and she felt more grown up than she ever had in her life. She
finished her cigarette and snuffed it out in her dad's ashtray. She was
happier then she ever remembered. 

    "Well, how was it?" her dad asked her when she'd finished butting out the
cigarette. 

    "Daddy I really, really liked it. Umm, would it be okay if I took two
more up to my room so I can smoke them later?" she asked, with her pleading
but innocent doe eyed look that she'd used often with her dad during her
eleven years. She'd always had her dad wrapped around her finger. Both of
them knew that of course but neither of them minded it really. Cameron was
the only child and that's just the way the relationship dynamic set itself up
over the years. She was definitely daddy's little girl. 

    Her dad motioned to her that it was ok and she took two cigarettes out of
his pack. "One thing though," he said, "If you do decide to keep smoking I
only want you to smoke here at home for now, in front of us anyway. I don't
want me and your mother to have to deal with being called to school because
they catch you smoking or anything like that. Deal? 

    "Deal, Daddy!" she said and hugged him again. 

    "Oh and let me talk to your mother when she gets home before you light
those, okay?" 

    "Oky, Daddy," she said. "But Mommy won't mind, I mean that's what you
guys do where you work anyway, right?" She was grinning from ear to ear as
she skipped out of the room and bounded up the stairs. 

    Cameron raced into her room and dove headfirst on the bed, careful to
protect the two cigarettes from being crushed as she landed. She rolled over
on her back and held one in each hand, alternately bringing one and then the
other to her mouth and mock smoking them. It had only been about two minutes
since she'd finished the cigarette and she could still taste the stale
cigarette smell on her breath. She brought her right hand to her nose and
could smell the same smoky smell on her index finger as well.  Cameron felt
that both the way she felt and smelled at that moment were the two coolest
things in the entire world. 

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