The War Is Over, Part 5

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THE WAR IS OVER

5.	Switching Sides.

   "Kathy, something's different with you today.  Something amazing must've
happened last night.  It had to be extraordinary.  I can tell.  What was it?
It was him again, right?"

   "Brooke, I said I'm not discussing it.  Over, end of commentary, and out."

   "Come on," her assistant urged.  "I mean, you're like totally different
today.  So what happened last night?  Did you see him again?"  She giggled.
"Or did you discover how to find ultimate sexual fulfillment all by
yourself?"

   Kathleen furrowed her brow.  "I'm not answering."  She paused.  "You
really think I seem different this morning?"

   "Totally," Brooke nodded.  "I've seen you after sexual conquests before,
but I've never seen you quite like this.  You're glowing, girl.  I mean it.
Something happened last night and I demand to know what is was."

   "Why?"

   "Well, if it's from something other than seeing your mystery man, then I
need to know."  Her assistant laughed.  "Because I gotta get me some of
that!"

   "I feel good," Kathleen admitted.  "You think I seem happier?"

   "I've never seen you in such a good mood.  You're totally `up.'  Come on,
what did it?"

   "Honest, Brooke, I can't say.  But I didn't see him.  I just went home and
masturbated, okay?  Eventually I went to bed and I slept really well."

   "And?"

   "What do you mean, and?"

   "I mean, there's something else.  You did something else, something new
and different.  That's all I'm asking, Kathy.  Tell me.  What the hell was
it?"

   She scratched her chin.  "Look, I can't tell you, Brooke, not yet.  But
you're right, something magic happened to me last night.  I was alone and
yeah, I feel great today.  I suppose that's why.  It is, isn't it?"  She
laughed.  "God, it's ironic, incredibly fucked up and bizarre."

   "Why?  What was it?"

   Kathleen grinned.  "Brooke, someday I'll tell you, but not now; not today
and probably not tomorrow.  Not till after the steering committee meets.
Once that's happened, if you still want to know then I'll spill the beans and
tell you all about it.  I promise."

   "But why wait?  Why can't you tell me now?"

   "Because you won't approve," Kathleen laughed.  "No, you definitely won't
approve.  It was amazing, though, and very surprising.  But please, don't ask
me any more questions."

   "Drugs," her assistant muttered.  "God, you did some new drug?"

   "No, I didn't do drugs.  I said don't ask because I won't tell.  But no,
it wasn't drugs."  At least not the kind you're thinking of, Kathleen mused
silently.

   "I give up," Brooke shrugged, with an evil glint in her eye.  "A new sex
toy?  Is that it?"  Saucily the lovely brunette sauntered up to her boss.
"You know, Kathy, I've told you before that I'm totally liberated when it
comes to sexual shit.  You name it; toys, role-playing, even girl-to-girl
shit.  Especially girl-to-girl shit."  

   Kathleen had on a sleeveless top.  Brooke touched Kathleen's arm and
suggestively ran her fingers over the flesh of her boss' bare upper arm.
"Seriously, Kathy, I wouldn't mind experimenting with you any time.  I'd be
totally into that.  You know that, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I do, Brooke," she nodded.  She couldn't help grinning.  She did
like Brooke.  "But I said before it isn't professional for us to, uh,
experiment.  Not working together like we do now."  Her assistant pouted; she
smiled.  "Brooke, you're sexy as hell.  You know I like sexy girls as much as
guys.  So don't torment me.  It's just not smart for us to head down that
road right now.  You know that.  I like you but we just can't."

   "I know," frowned her assistant.  "But if you found some hot new sex toy I
want to play with it too."  She winked.  "I'd especially love to play with it
with you, boss."

   Kathleen sighed.  "Well, who knows?  Soon it might be possible.  I may not
be working here much longer," she said mysteriously.  "Tomorrow the steering
committee may refuse to extend my contract.  Then we can experiment, pretty
girl, if you still want to once you learn what happened to me."

   "Now you've confused me," Brooke sighed.  "You're so fuckin' mysterious,
Kath.  You seriously don't think you'll stick around here after tomorrow's
steering committee meeting?  But I thought you wanted to stay?"

   "Yesterday I told Mitch Rodriguez at Channel Six that it may not happen.
I won't stay if the steering committee and I can't agree on
SmokeFreeBayCity's direction for the future."  She hesitated.  "Truthfully,
it's a lot more likely to fall apart now than it was a couple days ago."

   "Kathy, what's up?  You're acting weird.  I don't want you to leave," she
sulked.  The petite brunette jutted out her jaw with a mock pout.  "I want to
know what happened to you.  It was something great, I can tell.  If you're
leaving because of it then I want to go with you."  She was sulking
pointedly.  "I've told you before how very attracted I am to you, Kathy.  I'd
do anything for you, honey, anything at all.  You know that!"

   Kathleen sighed.  "Brooke, wait.  I know you want to play.  I'd love to
too, honey.  It might be that before long we can.  I'll tell you soon enough,
if you're still interested.  In the meantime, who knows what'll happen
between now and the steering committee meeting?"

   "God, you won't even tell me why you might leave us?"  Kathleen shook her
head from side to side.  "And you still won't tell me about what happened to
you last night?  Well, screw it.  I'm totally mystified.  I guess I just have
to wait and be surprised."

   Her assistant left.  Kathleen sat back in her chair and stared at the
ceiling.  God, she did like Brooke; she trusted her.  But she couldn't
explain it.  She didn't understand it herself.  Brooke said she seemed
happier.  Really?  Lots happier?  That's what Brooke said.  She did feel
happy.  God, she truly did.  She felt fuckin' great, better than she had in
ages and unfortunately she knew why.  She felt very conflicted about it.

   It was weird.  She awoke at midnight with the lights on.  At first she
felt all befuddled.  Stale smoke permeated the room and the noxious stench
was repulsive.  After wiping sleep from her eyes she opened a window to air
out the room and dumped her makeshift ashtray in the trash.  But then she saw
the pack on her nightstand.  Seeing the Marlboro Menthol 100s made her feel
that tingle again.  Odd anticipation engulfed her pussy; her contempt
disappeared instantly.  She couldn't help it.  She picked up the pack, shook
out a cigarette and lit up.  She smoked.  This time she didn't masturbate.
She just smoked.  That was all, and she enjoyed it.  She was alone in her
room smoking in the middle of the night.  She hardly believed it.  But she
was doing it, and it was fuckin' great!  Unlike earlier she wasn't
masturbating.  It didn't matter.  She still loved smoking.  It was a
revelation.

   The girl at the convenience store nailed it.  She _was_ a smoker.  Hell,
she wanted to smoke and that made her one!  All of a sudden it made no
difference anymore that she knew better.  It didn't matter that she'd
dedicated her career to eradicating secondhand smoke and persecuting smokers.
None of it mattered.  In that instant she only knew that she loved what she
was doing.  She loved to smoke cigarettes.  They made her feel good!

   It was weird.  After that first midnight cigarette she smoked three more,
one after another, and loved every minute of it.  She savored the taste and
relished a naughty quasi-sexual tingling.  And she knew.  God, she _was_ a
smoker again.  Fuck, she was a smoker!

   It was Phil's fault.  But it felt like destiny.  She never believed in
coincidence.  Everything that happened was meant to happen.  Phil only
reunited her with the inevitable.  By connecting smoking and sex he got her
there, but it would've happened anyway eventually.  She believed that.  God,
she forgot how much she used to love smoking.  She wasn't a professional
anti.  She was just a hired gun.  At root she didn't hate tobacco; she hated
whatever those who hired her told her to hate.  She could run a PR campaign
to do anything, to ban indoor smoking or to save the fuckin' whales.  Didn't
matter.  She could figure out how to run whatever kind of campaign someone
else wanted and to get it done.

   She giggled at the irony of it all.  It was delicious.  The PR consultant
who fucked the smokers of Bay City sat in her bed in the middle of the night
chain-smoking like an addict.  Almost effortlessly she shed the antismoking
convictions espoused in her debates with Phil.  None of that shit mattered.
The only thing that mattered now was she felt damn good smoking.

   If she continued to smoke she couldn't work for the steering committee.
Even if she could live with the bizarre conflict, she knew it simply wouldn't
work.  She couldn't keep her new indulgence a secret.  For good or bad they'd
eventually find out she was smoking and then they'd fire her.  So she knew
what she had to do.  She had to resign before the steering committee found
out and canned her.  Luckily it was meeting soon.  So rather than proposing
to extend her contract she'd instead tender her resignation, collect her
success fee and fade away.  In the middle of the night it felt crazy but the
more she thought the more obvious it seemed.

   It was amazing how fast her conviction grew.  By morning, half a pack of
cigarettes later, it felt fuckin' immovable.  No, she wasn't gonna quit
smoking.  Hell no.  She was loving it way too much to stop.  It wasn't just
Phil, it was the whole thing.  It was what she wanted, probably what she'd
always wanted.  She wanted to smoke.  Sex with Phil was only a small part of
it.  The rest of it was what was hidden in her psyche, a love of the pleasure
she felt, and inside her purse, twenty friends in a box as someone aptly
called it, twenty friends you can never kiss goodbye.  Once you meet them or
reacquaint yourself with their pleasures, you kiss them `hello' over and
over.  She was kissing them `hello' enthusiastically.  She felt Brooke
wouldn't understand her sudden change of heart and of course neither would
the steering committee.

   Her office phone rang, snapping her back.  Caller ID said it was Phil.
His was the only call she felt like taking.

   "Hey, babe," Kathleen said cheerily.  "What's up?"

   "A pool guy's working on our swimming pool today," he muttered quietly.
She had to strain to hear him.  "He's here all day.  Teresa and I will be
home for lunch over the noon hour.  We'd love it if you joined us, Kathy, the
three of us, in the bedroom, windows open smoking together while the pool guy
works outside.  What do you say?"

   "Phil, let's see.  The pool guy's presence is supposed to get me excited,
right?  I'm supposed to think the sex will be more fun since he might hear
the three of us in bed?"

   "Our bedroom doors open on the patio.  The windows are wide open so the
pool guy can hear though he can't see."  He paused.  "Unless we crack the
blinds, that is.  So, want to play?"

   "Phil, you're a fuckin' pervert.  I love it!"  She checked her watch.  "My
schedule's so fucked.  Sure, why not?  Tell Teresa that I'd love to join you
two for lunch in your bedroom.  Did I mention that I do like girls?  I do,
and Teresa's real hot.  God, I can't wait to get my hands on her sweet ass.
I've admired her a long time.  I'd love to play with her big tits too and eat
out her pussy while she screams with pleasure."  She giggled.  "All while you
watch, of course, Phil dear."

   "Of course.  Sounds perfect, Kathy.  Can you be here at noon?"

   "Make it eleven thirty.  Oh and Phil, one more thing?"

   "Sure, Kathy.  What is it?"

   "It worked."

   "What do you mean?"

   "It worked.  You got to me.  You did it."

   "What?"

   "Don't play dumb.  I know what you were doing.  It fuckin' worked.  I'm
smoking."

   "Oh my God!  Baby?  Really?"

   "Yep.  Last night I bought a pack of Marlboro Menthol 100s.  I didn't
recall your brand.  I only knew it was full flavor menthol 100s.  A sweet
girl at a convenience store helped me pick out a similar menthol.  Last night
I smoked three quarters of the pack.  I couldn't stop.  So on my way to work
today I bought myself a carton.  I'm back, you bastard.  You got to me.  It
worked like you hoped.  I'm a smoker again, just like you wanted."

   Kathy heard a loud groan on the phone.  "God, Phil, are you okay?"

   He laughed.  "Okay?  God, yeah, I'm great.  Kathy, I got so hot hearing
you talking I nearly lost it in my shorts.  Hell, it's the best news I've
heard in ages.  Congratulations."

   She laughed too.  "Thanks.  At least I think I should say thanks.  I'm not
sure.  God, it all happened so fast.  One minute I was sorta thinking about
doing it and the next thing I knew I was smoking full blast and fuckin'
loving it.  I knew you'd be delighted, honey, especially since I'm so happy.
Honestly, I'm ecstatic.  I love being a smoker again!"

   "Shit, wait till I tell Teresa.  She'll get so fuckin' excited she'll piss
in her pants."

   "I'm glad it'll make Teresa happy too.  I'm excited about a threesome,
baby.  Don't let Teresa back out on us now."

   "Back out?  Oh don't worry.  Teresa won't renege.  No way.  She's pumped.
Once she sees you light up, Kathy, she'll be all over you."  He paused.
"It's funny.  I told her everything.  Even though you won the war, I told
Teresa that we might still win this battle.  Well, we did lose the war for
Bay City but looks like we won the battle for your soul.  God, Kathy, it's so
ironic!"

   "Yeah, isn't it?  I won the fuckin' war.  I whipped your ass and the ass
of every smoker in Bay City.  God, now I wish I hadn't.  Phil, why didn't you
straighten me out sooner on this?"

   "All's not lost, Kathy.  Once we finish our threesome I'll share something
that I've been fantasizing, a way for you to help smokers instead of the
antis from now on.  You may want to make this fantasy a reality, like you
fulfilled my fantasy of making you into a smoker.  Are you interested?"

   "Phil, you're such a perv.  Sure I'm interested.  If it's your fantasy
I'll love it.  Can't wait.  Okay, I'll leave for your place now."  She
laughed.  "Hell, I need to get out of my office.  I need a cigarette.  It's
two hours since my last one.  Now that I smoke again, I don't want to go any
longer than I absolutely have to without a cigarette!"

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   "Welcome to Channel Six and the Six O' Clock Local News.  I'm Andrea
Wilson.

   "Tonight our top story is Kathleen Williams.  For two years she was the
leader of SmokeFreeBayCity, the antismoking coalition that championed the
indoor smoking ban adopted in a public referendum this month.  But today the
unexpected happened at a meeting of its steering committee composed of key
contributors.  In dramatic fashion Ms. Williams resigned her position, citing
differences in philosophy and disenchantment with the group's direction.
After the meeting she announced to the press that her resignation was
effective immediately.

   "Members of SmokeFreeBayCity's steering committee refused to comment to
Channel Six News, saying only that Ms. Williams served their organization
well directing the successful campaign in favor of the city's smoking ban.
They had no other reaction, official or otherwise.

   "But Ms. Williams is in our studio with Mitch Rodriguez for an exclusive
live interview.  She'll explain why she left the coalition and also give her
thoughts on the future of antismoking efforts in Bay City.  Mitch?"

   "Thanks, Andrea.  I'm here with Kathleen Williams.  She was the
spokesperson for SmokeFreeBayCity's crusade to ban indoor smoking.  Kathleen
has been a frequent guest on `Channel Six - Nighttime.'  Kathleen, welcome.
Tell us, why did you resign today?  It must have surprised your board!"

   Kathleen smiled her trademark smile.  "Mitch, I'm afraid it did surprise
them.  But I simply had to quit.  My conscience forced me to.  After much
soul searching I couldn't continue to endorse the deceptive strong-arm
tactics being used by the coalition to coerce and harass Bay City smokers."

   "Deception?  Strong arm tactics?  Strong words, Kathleen.  Explain."

   She smiled.  Off camera, Mitch melted.  God, she was good, damn good!

   "Love to, Mitch.  The coalition tries to pretend that their only concern
is to limit secondhand smoke.  Not true.  Their real goal, their main
objective, is to harass smokers.  If you smoke they don't just hate your
habit.  They hate you.  They desire to turn people against you, to make you a
pariah and keep you from smoking anywhere, even in your home or your car.
The reason for the indoor smoking ban is mainly to harass.  It isn't meant to
protect innocent people from secondhand smoke.  That's what they want you to
think.  They plan to eliminate smokers as fast as possible, to wipe them off
the face of the earth.  To get what they want, they realize they must
eliminate the places smokers socialize.  Most businesses no longer let
employees smoke in the workplace.  But with the ban in place you also can't
smoke after work over a meal or at a bar.  They want to harass you into
giving it up, to quit smoking.  That's the motivation, Mitch, the real plan,
to ostracize smokers and make them miserable.  It's deceitful.  It's time
someone told the truth."

   "So you say they're not merely antismoking, they're anti-smokers?"

   Kathleen nodded.  "Exactly, Mitch.  Unless you're a non-smoker, you're a
non-person as far as SmokeFreeBayCity is concerned."

   "I'm shocked to hear you say this so candidly.  Most people who leave an
organization like SmokeFreeBayCity are bound by strict confidentiality
obligations.  Why aren't you?"

   She laughed.  "I should be but they aren't very bright, Mitch.  My
contract with SmokeFreeBayCity doesn't restrict me in any way once I leave
them.  They were too cheap to hire a lawyer to review my contract before they
signed it.  So I'm not restricted from talking about my work there or working
for their competition once I leave.  That's exactly what I plan to do now."

   "Oh?"

   "Today I signed on with the statewide hospitality association, a group of
bar, hotel and restaurant owners.  They were looking for a lobbyist/public
relations specialist.  I'll be filling their position immediately.  They're
worried that antismoking forces like SmokeFreeBayCity might next seek a
statewide smoking ban.  They're right.  It's exactly what the antis want.  So
I'll work with my new client to stop that devious plan in its tracks.
Smokers are people, Mitch.  They have rights.  From now on I'll work to
secure the rights for smokers in our state."

   Mitch laughed uneasily.  "Kathleen, I've come to know you in interviews
and on `Channel Six Nighttime.'  This is a switch, a change of heart, almost
a conversion.  What gives?"

   She smiled.  "A friend of mine who smokes, Mitch, urged me to find out why
he and countless others still smoke despite the strong-arm tactics used by
antismoking organizations.  He simply suggested I try smoking.  Like so many
of your viewers I used to smoke.  I tried it again, Mitch, and realize I like
it.  Smoking's pleasant.  Every smoker knows but I totally forgot.  Smoking
has many positive aspects.  So this week I decided to become a smoker again."

   "But if you smoke, don't you lose all objectivity on this entire issue?"

   "Objectivity?  Mitch, don't be stupid."  Kathy let out a derisive laugh.
"No one's impartial or objective about smoking.  The non-smokers at
SmokeFreeBayCity sure aren't.  They're thoroughly prejudiced!  They aren't
impartial; neither are smokers like me.  Impartiality is a political myth.
No one is impartial.  We smokers fight for what we believe in, the right to
do something we dearly love.  Those of us who smoke enjoy smoking.  We're not
impartial, but the non-smokers, or I should call them the anti-smokers, are
no more objective than we are."  She leaned close to Mitch.  "Actually,
Mitch, those of us who smoke are the only ones who truly understand.  Our
freedom's at stake and it deserves to be protected.  That's what this is
about."

   "But Kathleen, statistics suggest that most smokers wish they could quit."

   "Misleading, Mitch.  Most smokers would like to be free of the constant
criticism, being ostracized, being made to feel guilty for what they do.  But
quit?  No, most smokers don't want to quit.  They love to smoke.  We all do,
all of us who are brave enough to continue smoking, I mean.  What we hate is
being branded as outcasts by anti-smokers simply because we smoke."

   Mitch sighed.  "But Kathleen, what about health concerns?"

   She smirked.  "Overrated.  Mitch, I was inside.  I'm not impressed by the
supposed health risks of second-hand smoke or being a habitual smoker.  The
anti-smokers exaggerate the risks.  I know.  I used to work there.  Look,
everything is life's a trade-off.  Everything is potentially dangerous from
riding an elevator to jogging down a street.  We choose lifestyles based on
personal values, what we feel is important.  We smokers want the right to
choose the risks we assume.  For most of us, the choice is easy.  We still
want to smoke."

   "In the campaign you often said that secondhand smoke is deadly, that -"

   "Mitch, don't you see?  It was all hype.  God, I hope you didn't believe
it!  PR consultants like me spin things to get people to think what we want
them to think.  Truly, you're exposed to more carcinogens sitting in your car
in an afternoon traffic jam for an hour than you are sitting in a smoky bar
all night long.  The antismoking goons are waging a public relations war to
convince the public secondhand smoke is deadly.  But the real truth?  It's
just not!"

   Mitch Rodriguez turned to the camera.  "There it is, Bay City.  Kathleen
Williams, once the voice of antismoking crusaders in Bay City, unexpectedly
changed into a vocal and uncompromising advocate for smokers' rights.
Andrea, back to you."

   Floodlights dimmed.  The cameras turned off.  Mitch wiped sweat from his
forehead.

   "Kathy, thanks for the interview.  I appreciate the exclusive.  It played
live but will repeat on the news tonight at seven and eleven.  Thanks, it was
great!"

   "No problem, Mitch," she grinned.  "So, what do you think of this amazing
thing that's just happened to me?"

   "Oh, I don't know, Kathy.  It's a shock.  I'm just a reporter; I don't
have an opinion."

   "Sure you do, Mitch," she teased, coming closer.  "You watch me in
interviews.  You've asked me out more times than I can count.  You think I'm
hot.  You want me.  You think I lost my mind, don't you?"

   "I don't know.  Yeah, maybe, a little."

   She inched closer.  "But it turns you on, right?  Be honest.  I won't
tell.  Admit it.  It turns you on that I switched to the supposed dark side,
that I smoke now and I'll defend smokers' rights.  Hearing about my dark side
makes me even more attractive to you, doesn't it?  Really?"

   "Kathy, it makes me uncomfortable," he said, backing away.  "What can I
say?"

   "Simple, Mitch.  Just say it turns you on to see me switch sides."  She
purred with a seductive grin while they walked down the hall to the back door
of the studio.  Pushing it open, she stepped into the early evening light,
her curvaceous figure silhouetted by a brilliant sunset.

   From her purse Kathleen got out a cigarette.  Seductively she slid it
between her smiling lips.  "Mitch, for a long time you've wanted me."  She
whispered it tenderly before clicking her lighter and igniting the dangling
cigarette.  "I see how you look at me."  She drew on her cigarette and
inhaled, pausing before releasing a long exhale into the breeze.  "Seeing me
smoke like this, Mitch, hearing me talk about it, it turns you on, doesn't
it?  Don't be shy, Mitch.  You like the bad Kathy.  I turn you on now more
than ever.  Don't worry.  You can admit it."

   "Kathy," he stammered.  "Let's keep our relationship on a professional
level.  How I feel about you personally is irrelevant."

   "Oh Mitch, it's not irrelevant," she chided, inches from his perspiring
face.  "You love my dark side, baby.  Don't worry, I know.  I understand.  I
like it too.  Best of all, now that I embrace my dark side I'm willing to
fuck you."  She hit on her cigarette.  "I have no reservations about us
fucking anymore.  I always wanted to; now we can.  We should," she teased,
tormenting him as smoke erupted from her smirking lips.  "Even if we fuck, I
know you'll never lose your objectivity as a reporter, Mich."  She played
with his necktie.  "Right?"

   "Uh, right, Kathy."

   A black Lincoln pulled up.  The passenger window rolled down and Teresa
Wolfe waved to the couple that was standing by the back door to Channel Six.

   "Hey, Mitch," Teresa grinned.  She had a cigarette.  "Kathy, how was the
interview?"

   "Marvelous," Kathleen giggled, with a teasing look at Mitch.  "Didn't you
think?"

   He frowned.  "Teresa?  Phil?"  He saw him in the driver's seat.  "Why are
you here?"

   "We're here to pick up Kathy," Teresa smirked, as she got out and opened
the door for the lovely blond.  "Don't worry, Kath, the seat's big enough for
all three of us to sit together in the front."

   Kathleen climbed in and moved to the center seat.

   "But, but you're bitter enemies," Mitch said, confused.  "Ms. Wolfe, at
the last debate I remember that you wouldn't even talk to Kathleen."

   "Mitch, don't you see?  That was then; this is now.  We're on the same
side now."  Teresa squeezed Kathleen's hand.  "Phil introduced Kathy to the
CEO of the statewide Hospitality Association.  He helped get her hired as its
lobbiest, to head up a campaign to preempt other cities from passing shitty
no-smoking ordinances like the one in Bay City."

   "Oh my God," Mitch muttered.  "I asked the wrong questions, didn't I?
Kathy, I should've asked what you plan to do for the Hospitality Association
to _promote_ smoking!"

   "Don't worry, Mitch.  We'll cover it in our next interview.  Don't worry.
I won't tell anyone you were coming on to me just now."

   "You, Mitch?" Phil laughed.  "Is that what was going on when we drove up?"

   "No, not at all," he mumbled.  "I mean-.  Oh, shit!"

   Kathleen grinned inside the black Lincoln.  "Mitch, don't worry.  Phil and
Teresa are my closest friends now.  They won't tell anyone about us, dear,
about our plans.  Don't worry."

   "There's nothing to tell, or not tell," Mitch floundered.

   Teresa took the befuddled reporter's hand before reentering the car.
"Mitch, you look like you need to relax.  Kathy's so sexy.  She gets anyone
hot.  She gets me feeling that way."  She grinned at the blond in the car.
"Why don't you come along and join us.  We're off to a bar outside the city
where we can smoke and enjoy a drink or two.  Want to come with?"

   Kathleen nodded.  "It's off the record, Mitch.  Don't worry; it stays
totally off the record.  C'mon.  Join us.  It'll be fun.  Experiment with the
dark side.  Do it with me, with all of us.  God, Mitch, you know you want to.
You have no more morals than I do.  Hop in; come with.  It'll be fabulous.
Who know?  You and I might wind up fucking before we're through."

   He was tempted.  "Uh, I guess I could come.  But I should go in my own
car."

   Kathy smiled.  "We'll be at Bigelow's North.  Know where it is?"

   Mitch nodded.  "Yeah, okay, see you there."

   In the black Lincoln Teresa snuggled up close against Kathleen who in turn
pawed Phil in the driver's seat.

   "So you began working on Mitch Rodriguez?" Phil asked.

   "Yep," Kathleen smirked, hitting on her cigarette.  "I wish you saw the
look on his face when I talked on the air about becoming a smoker.  It
excited him.  I also watched him when I lit up outside.  He was mesmerized.
It confirms what I suspected.  Before long I'll win Mitch over.  Once I fuck
him he'll be totally compromised.  I'll make sure we get the best possible
media coverage for the big pro-smoking blitz I have planned.  It'll be good
to have Mitch in our camp."

   "In our camp, or in your bed?" Teresa teased.

   "Both," Kathy smiled, pushing an exhale into the other woman's face.  "By
the way, did I tell you how my lovely young assistant Brooke reacted when I
told her of my transformation?"

   Phil and Teresa shook their heads.

   "I told Brooke that I smoke now, and at first she freaked.  She was
pissed.  But the poor kid's wanted to get me in bed like forever.  She's such
a promiscuous little lezzie!  So I told Brooke my resignation means I'm no
longer her boss so we can fuck if she wants."  She hit on her cigarette.
"Brooke still wanted to.  I said okay but only if I showed her how smoking's
such an aphrodisiac.  Last night I initiated my lovely ex-assistant.  Now
Brooke needs a new job too.  She wants to be my assistant in my new job."
She laughed heartlessly.  "God, I love doing to others what you did to me,
Phil.  I do love it."

   Phil grinned.  Kathy and Teresa were fondling each other shamelessly, as
fresh cigarettes hung from their full lips with their hands busy.

   "Girls, we lost the war but I won the battle, Kathy, and in the process
the pro-smoking forces gained an effective new ally."

   "Phil, you have no idea how effective I can be," Kathleen grinned.  With
cigarette in hand she fondled Teresa's tits.  "I do nothing half-assed.  I'll
compromise Mitch Rodriguez by fucking him, and cloud his objectivity.  Before
I'm done Mitch will smoke and become a nicotine addict.  I have an idea for a
new fundraising strategy to accumulate a war chest to finance our next fight.
With my lobbying skills I'll convince the state legislature to preempt
non-smoking city ordinances, to stop other cities from passing no-smoking
laws.  We'll fight on a statewide level and win the next war.  It's doable,
Phil, totally doable.  So don't worry.  The war's not lost after all.  Not
yet!"

   They pulled up to the bar.  Just outside the city limits the crowd at
Bigelow's North was huge.  Its patrons liked to smoke while they drink.
Teresa adjusted her blouse and got her cleavage back inside.  She nuzzled
against Kathleen as all three of them walked to the front door.

   "Kathy, baby, I'm glad how it played out.  If you hadn't won the war you'd
never have seduced Phil.  If you didn't seduce Phil I'd still be screwing in
secret instead of in the open."  Grinning at her husband Teresa kissed
Kathleen on the lips.  "It's more fun now," she giggled wantonly.  "The night
we lost the election I swore to Phil more than anything that I wanted to fuck
you.  I never dreamed my wish would come true."  Teresa raised a cigarette to
Kathleen's lips.  She happily took a long drag.  "Kathy, you're an amoral
bitch," Teresa went on, releasing a smoky exhale.  "But now you're our amoral
bitch.  God, I'm glad you're finally on our side!"

   Phil grinned.  "Kathy, I'm glad you wanted to fuck and glad I said yes.
I'm ecstatic you embraced the dark side so zealously, so passionately, with
Teresa and me."

   The girls' hands covered each other.  Phil loved seeing them get on so
amorously.  

   "I won the war, Phil, but you won our decisive final battle," she grinned.
"You made me into a smoker, thank God, an unrepentant, proselytizing nicotine
addict forever."  She raised her cigarette to her lips for a double-pump,
inhaling deeply.  Laughing, smoke spewed from her mouth and nose.  "It's not
over.  The last war's over but the next one's just about to start.  So let's
go in the bar to drink while we smoke, to plan strategy for the bigger war to
come, the war to save the smokers."

   Phil grinned.  "Kathy, you made me a believer.  You just might pull it
off."

   "Oh, I will, Phil honey," she laughed.  "I hate to lose and I sure as hell
don't want to lose these delicious things!"  She held up her cigarette and
walked hand-in-hand with Phil and Teresa into the bar for a drink.


THE END

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