Test Subject, Part 10

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

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

Test Subject
Part 10: "The date"

After Julia signed all of the necessary paperwork and received a small
handbag full of goodies, she and Emily returned to the lobby, where they met
Maureen and Dr. Monroe. Seeing her sister, Julia went to her and gave her a
big hug.

"How did you like participating in the study?" Maureen asked.

Julia just smiled for a couple of seconds before replying. "It was really
nice. I'm totally glad you asked me to come here."

"Just looking out for my little sister," Maureen said. "And I'm glad that
you'll have enough money for your summer vacation."

"Yeah," Julia responded. "There's that too."

"I'll see you at what, about 7:30?" Dr. Monroe asked Maureen.

"I'm looking forward to it. Is there anything I can bring?"

"Just yourself. I'll provide all the refreshments," Dr. Monroe gave another
of her puzzling smiles as she uttered these words.

"And you," Dr. Monroe turned towards Julia, "Can come back anytime you like.
Just call first. Our number is in your bag."

"Definitely," Julia said, smiling. "I'm sure I'll be back here soon."

With that, Emily opened the door for Maureen and Julia, who walked out to the
parking lot. Looking back over her shoulder, Maureen noticed both Dr. Monroe
and Emily lighting up as the door closed. It made her want a cigarette too.

She was just contemplating whether to light up right away, or wait for Julia,
when Julia opened her bag, and took out her fresh pack of Allure cigarettes.
"I should tell you that I've decided to start smoking. Do you mind if I have
one now?"

"I need one too," Maureen said, simply. She took out a cigarette while Julia
tore into the first of thousands of packs of cigarettes she would consume
during her lifetime. 

Maureen held out her lighter to her sister first, and then clicked it.
Although there was a slight breeze, the blue flame of the butane lighter was
not extinguished. Julia put her cigarette in the center of her mouth, and her
cheeks hollowed as she briefly touched the tip of the cigarette to the fire
and ignited her smoke. She took an extended drag, her cigarette glowing
orange in the night, and then inhaled sharply, wolfing the smoke down deep.
Then Maureen lit up herself, and soon felt again the familiar and welcome
sensation of nicotine working its way through her body. "Thank you," Julia
said, speaking in the middle of her exhale. 

"You're very welcome," replied Maureen. "Maybe I shouldn't feel this way, but
I'm glad you've starting smoking. It's something we can share and enjoy
together."

"I only wish I'd started sooner," Julia stated.

As the two young ladies drove home, Julia told her sister about her
participation in the study, while Maureen asked questions she pretended not
to already know the answers to. As Julia lit another cigarette, Maureen
asked, "So what was the biggest reason why you decided to keep smoking?"

Julia's smile grew broader as she inhaled. A thin current of smoke issued
forth from her mouth as she spoke. "Probably the same reason why you keep
smoking. Filling my lungs with smoke feels fucking great!" 

Her sister's profanity was out of character for her, but Maureen didn't
comment on this and merely nodded her head in agreement, before adding, "I
love it too." She looked over at Julia, energetically indulging in her new
vice, and no longer saw her bratty little sister, but rather an equal; a good
friend who now understood the joy of drugging herself with nicotine at every
opportunity.

"So what did you and Dr. Monroe do while I was with Emily?" Julia asked.

"We just talked, and shared a cigar." Maureen did not elaborate. She added,
"I think she may be attracted to me."

"No!" Julia laughed. "What gives you that idea?"

"Just the way she kept looking at me, and the tone of her voice. Non-verbal
cues and clues, I guess. She asked me over for dinner tonight."

"So are you attracted to her?"

Maureen took a thoughtful drag before speaking. "Well, you know I've always
been boy crazy. But I do like Dr. Monroe a lot. She is really gorgeous, and
funny, and fun to be around. I've just never been with a woman before in that
way."

"Well, before tonight, I'd never smoked, and look at me now," Julia
exclaimed, waving her cigarette around in the air before taking another hit
on it. "I say, `go for it.'"

The two sisters arrived back at Maureen's apartment, and the older sister
began to say goodbye. However, Julia said, "Lemme come in and braid your
hair. You want to look nice for your hot date tonight."

"I'm sure it's not a hot date. Well, maybe it is. I don't know," Maureen
said, laughingly. "Sure, come on in. At least it'll give us the chance to
enjoy a couple more cigs before you have to go home."

They came inside and finished their cigarettes, and then sat down together on
the couch. Julia took a brush out of her purse, and began carefully combing
Maureen's dark, Rapunzle-like hair. Before long, Maureen asked, "You want
another cigarette, Julia?"

"Yeah, I'd love one." Both girls then automatically fired up another Allure.

It was a great bonding experience for the two, who, although they'd always
gotten along fairly well, had nevertheless drifted apart over the last five
or six years. Maureen felt totally relaxed as she breathed the smoke in and
out, while Julia smoked hands free and braided her hair. Little flecks of ash
kept landing in Maureen's hair, along with the residue from Julia's exhales.

"There you go," Julia said after finishing her work. "Cute as a button."

"What do you think I should wear?"

"If I were you, I'd go with the feminine and modest look. Maybe a nice
blouse, with a skirt. Matching shoes too. Your fashion sense is better than
mine though, so I'm sure whatever you wear will make a good impression."
Julia got up to go. "I'd better be off. You don't want to be late for your
hot date on account of your little sister," she said playfully.

"I wish you'd stop saying that," Maureen retorted, in mock annoyance.
"Anyway, I'm really glad you came over tonight. Maybe this weekend you could
come over and stay the night. We could rent chick flicks and stay up all
night smoking cigarettes."

"I'm really glad I came too, and that sounds like a great idea. We need to
start hanging out more," Julia said, hugging her sister.

Julia left, and Maureen quickly got ready, smoking one Allure after another
the whole time. She picked out a cute teal colored blouse, a white sweater, a
black skirt that wasn't too short, and matching shoes. After getting
directions to Dr. Monroe's address online, and making sure she had a couple
spare packs of cigarettes in her purse, she was out the door.

At 7:35, she arrived at her destination: a two-story house in an upscale
neighborhood, with rows of various flowers and exotic plants adorning the
front yard. The cigarette that she was smoking still had a few drags left on
it, so she sucked them down rapidly, and then put out her cig in her
perpetually overflowing car ashtray. Exhaling a bluish gray cloud into the
night, she approached the door and rang the bell.

For a little while, there was no answer. However, just as Maureen was
contemplating ringing the bell a second time, the door opened to reveal
Cynthia. Gone was her drab, loose fitting white lab coat, along with the bun
she styled her hair into. Rather, she was dressed in an elegant, strapless
and somewhat revealing, black dress, while her hair, like Maureen's, was
prettily braided, though blonde and significantly shorter.

"Hi," Cynthia said.

"Hi," Maureen said.

For a moment, the two women said nothing further, and then the moment passed,
and Cynthia said, "Come on in. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

As Maureen stepped inside, a strong aroma of cigarette smoke assailed her
senses, reminding her of her own apartment. There was a lingering odor, as
well as a stronger smell indicating that Cynthia had just finished smoking
recently. 

Aside from that, however, the house was entirely different from Maureen's own
place. For one thing, it was immaculately tidy. The décor would have been
pristinely white, if not for the slightly yellowish tinge that clung to the
carpet, walls, and furniture. 

"I really like your place; it's so spacious and warm," Maureen said, glancing
at the crackling logs burning in the fireplace on the other side of the
living room. Directly in front of her, a stairway led upward, while two
passages led to other parts of the house. Cynthia took the first of the
passages, and Maureen followed her into a large dining area, with place
settings for two and a single ashtray on the table.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Cynthia's movement toward a well-stocked
bar along the far wall implied an offer of an alcoholic beverage.

"What are you having?" Maureen asked.

"I make a pretty good Long Island iced tea, if you'd like to have one of
those. I just finished one, but I'm ready for another."

"That sounds great. I never pass up free booze." Maureen liked alcohol, but
usually her drink of choice was a wine cooler. She didn't have much
experience with cocktails.

Maureen took a seat at the table and looked on. With a dexterity that showed
that Cynthia had plenty of practice tending bar, the doctor fixed two drinks
into a large pitcher, mixing in equal rum, gin, vodka, tequila, and two other
drinks Maureen didn't recognize, along with a splash of Pepsi from an open
can. She poured two generous glasses, and placed a lemon wedge in each. There
was plenty of the drink left in the pitcher.

"Cheers," she said, as she handed the alcohol to Maureen and placed the
pitcher to the side. Cynthia took a couple aggressive gulps at her beverage,
and then Maureen did the same. It seemed that the buzz from the drink came
within seconds of consuming it, along with an urge to light up. 

Cynthia must have had the same craving, because she produced a pack of
cigarettes and shook it. As a single cigarette appeared, she took it out of
the pack with her mouth and clicked her lighter, swiftly lighting up. She
inhaled like she really needed some smoke.

Maureen laughed as she took her own pack out of her purse. She was already
beginning to feel a little bit giddy. "I was just getting ready to have a
cigarette too. Drinking and smoking just go together," she said, before
igniting the white tube of tobacco between her lips and snapping its smoke
down inside.

Her companion smiled in agreement before taking another drag, and another
drink of her beverage before she exhaled. Maureen smiled too, and did the
same.

"So what's for dinner?" Maureen asked.

"I hope you don't mind, but I made something light and simple. I'm not the
world's best cook. Some rice, steamed beans, biscuits, and chicken. It should
be ready about now. I'll be right back." Smoke trailed behind her as Cynthia
got up and went into another room, presumably the kitchen.

During the few minutes she waited, Maureen alternated taking hits off of her
cigarette, and drinks from her large glass. She noticed that she was
definitely feeling the effects of her cocktail, and yet made a conscious
decision to accept another drink when it was offered. The alcohol and
nicotine really did go nicely together.

Right when Maureen finished her cigarette, Cynthia returned with a couple of
plates of food. Immediately upon handing Maureen her dinner, Cynthia refilled
both of their glasses. Both of the women were hungry, and they dug right into
their dishes with relish. For whatever reason, perhaps the alcohol, they
talked animatedly about a variety of subjects, laughing frequently. 

"That was great!" Maureen said as she took her last bite. "Thank you very
much."

"My pleasure. Would you like any more to eat?"

"Not right now, though I will have another refill on my drink. It's very
good."

Cynthia refilled both glasses yet again.

"So-" said Maureen, pausing briefly after the word, and pushing her plate
aside. "You mentioned earlier that you have a proposal. I'm very curious."

"Actually, I have a few proposals, but first a question. I hope it isn't too
personal."

"I'm an open book. What do you want to know?"

"Let's go into the living room to talk." Both women took their drinks, along
with their cigarettes, and made their way back into the living room. Maureen
sat down on the couch, while Cynthia put another log on the fire, before
sitting down next to the younger woman.

Cynthia took another drink before proceeding with her question. "Well, I was
curious. Have you ever smoked anything besides cigarettes?"

Maureen laughed again, because she felt increasingly like laughing. "No.
Surprisingly, I've never tried pot or anything, because I know that I have an
addictive personality." She paused again, before adding, "Though to be
honest, I've been really tempted to try it sometime."

Cynthia smiled sensually. "In that case, I'd like to tempt you tonight. I'll
be right back." 

She went away and obtained a small wooden box, which she brought back to the
living room. Opening it, she revealed a small glass pipe, some rolling
papers, and a baggie filled with weed. "Would you like to get high with me?"
Cynthia asked Maureen.

"Ok," Maureen said.

Maureen felt nervous about her first experience with marijuana, despite her
increasing intoxication. She resisted lighting up a cigarette while Cynthia
opened the baggie and began rolling a fat joint. Instead, Maureen finished
her drink. She had lost track of how much she had drunk before, during, and
after dinner, but she was sure that it was a substantial amount. 

Maureen looked on in amazement as her hostess put the joint in her mouth and
casually lit it. She sucked fiercely on it and then smiled dreamily. The
smoke pouring out of the joint smelled pungently sweet.

After a time, Cynthia exhaled a sweet smelling thin stream of smoke and
extended the joint to her guest, "It's ok. Go ahead and try a puff. Be
forewarned though, it is very potent."

As if in a dream, Maureen reached out and took the joint from between
Cynthia's fingers. Cynthia instructed her, "Don't drag on it like a
cigarette. Instead, put it to your lips, and breathe it directly in." 

Maureen examined the fiercely burning joint between her fingers. She could
hardly believe that she was about to take illegal drugs.

With some apprehension, she followed her friend's instructions, and sucked
the marijuana smoke deeply into her lungs. The smoke tasted as sweet as it
smelled, and inhaling it made her a bit dizzy, much like the first time she
had inhaled tobacco smoke. From what seemed like some distance away, she
heard Cynthia say, "Good. Now hold it in for as long as you can."

Her hostess took back the joint and took another hit as she exhaled. Then,
Cynthia handed the joint to her, saying, "It might take you a few puffs
before you feel anything. Just keep taking hits till you feel it."

Maureen did just that, taking another drag, before handing it back to her
friend, who did the same thing. Then she took the joint back, and took
another drag. The two of them repeated this process once more.

Maureen was just about to ask her friend if she was doing it right when the
thc hit her, and hit her hard. Suddenly, she felt pleasantly disorientated,
and all of her senses seemed somehow different. She closed her eyes half way,
and sighed, "Oh, this is wonderful. Thank you so much."

Cynthia gave her a tight hug, and whispered into her ear, "Keep doing it.
It'll keep getting better."

Maureen did not need encouragement to continue hitting the joint. Each time
she filled her lungs with the smoke, she felt like she was drifting up higher
and higher. A sense of exhilaration thrilled her, along with a deepening
sense of well-being and contentment. She wanted to say something, but
couldn't think of any words. So she just stared vacantly ahead of her, her
mouth hanging slightly open.

After some indefinite interval of time, she became aware that the joint was
almost done. She had quite quickly lost track of how long or how much she had
been smoking. Then, after another indefinite interval of time, she became
aware that her hostess was rolling another joint. With a smile Cynthia asked
her, "Would you like some more?" Maureen nodded eagerly as her friend fired
it up and handed it to her.

She took hit after hit, until she was positive that she couldn't take
anymore. She had never before been in a state of mind anything like this. As
Cynthia offered her yet another drag, Maureen said, "I can't take anymore
after this." Then, she took one last hit, and held it in as long as she
could.

Cynthia finished the joint while her guest sat, pleasantly stupefied. Then,
Maureen distantly heard the click of her friend's lighter once again. When
she looked up, Cynthia asked her, "Honey, would you like some nicotine now?"

Maureen knew that she wanted nicotine, but she didn't know how to answer, so
she just continued staring blankly ahead and giggled.

"I'll take that as a yes," Cynthia said, breathily. "But first, I want to
take you to my bedroom. There, we can get more comfortable before I fuck
you."

"Ok," Maureen said.

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