Animal Magnetism - the sequel, Part 4

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ANIMAL MAGNETISM - THE SEQUEL

4.	Folding Like a House of Cards.

   After lunch Bill dropped Debbie off at the Allied office building.  She
returned to her office in a funk.  She closed her door to ponder what
happened.  Bill's power worked great.  He seduced their waitress, Gretchen, in
nothing flat.  But despite her efforts, she couldn't plant seeds of doubt in
Gretchen's mind about smoking.  Why not?  She didn't know.  But it bothered
her.

   For an hour she did paperwork, trying not to think about it.  Then she
walked to her door, opened it, and called out for her assistant.  No answer.
Where could Cheryl be?

   Walking back to her desk, she saw a group of people outside smoking on the
patio.  She blinked.  Cheryl was with them!  Her assistant was smoking a
cigarette!  Then it hit her.  Of course!  Bill talked to her.  Undoubtedly he
did his thing and made her smoke.  Damn him!

   Against her better judgment, she watched the women for a moment.  Along
with Cheryl were Beth, Suzi and Tami, and a few other girls she didn't
recognize.  All were smoking.  She felt anger well up inside.  She tried to
curse under her breath, but for some reason, couldn't.  So instead, she
continued to stare.  The women seemed to be having a great time smoking and
talking.  It looked ? like fun.

   She blinked.  "Shit!  What am I thinking?  Smoking is _not_ fun.  It's
terrible, disgusting, evil.  I hate it."  Despite her outburst, she kept
gazing out the window.  In spite of herself, she began to admire how they
looked.  Cheryl especially seemed unusually attractive today.  She'd never
noticed before.  She looked especially alluring smoking a cigarette.

   "Damn.  There it is again!  Fuck!  This isn't happening."  She tried to
look away, but couldn't tear her eyes off the smokers.  They were beautiful,
sexy, attractive as hell.  She suddenly found herself wishing she could run
outside and join them.

   "No," she said aloud.  "No, I _don't_ want a cigarette!  I _don't_ want to
smoke.  And I don't lust after other women, either."  But even as she said it,
she knew it was useless.  She _did_ feel strange desires rising up inside her;
one was a yearning she hadn't felt in years.  She _did_ want a cigarette.  All
of a sudden it felt like the most important thing in the world!

   "Bill did this to me," she muttered angrily.  "God damn him!  I can't
believe it.  I thought I was immune to his power.  This isn't supposed to
happen!"

   She looked out the window again.  Cheryl was lighting up another cigarette.
Her assistant inhaled after a powerful drag and smiled at her friends.  "God,
she's really loving it," Debbie quietly whispered.  "Smoking is making her
feel _so_ good!  God, I'd love to smoke with her.  And I wish I could get my
hands on her beautiful body of hers, too.  Cheryl is such a fox!"

   The conflict inside continued raging.  Bill planted those thoughts; Debbie
knew it.  But despite that knowledge, she couldn't stop them.  It took all the
self-control she had, but she finally closed the blinds on her window.  She
had to stop this!  She _had_ to.  But how?

   Minutes later Cheryl returned.  Despite herself, Debbie felt compelled to
speak to her about smoking.  She called Cheryl into her office.

   "Cheryl, I saw you outside with the smokers today."

   Debbie wondered how her assistant would react to this direct confrontation.
Surprisingly, Cheryl didn't seem overly concerned.

   "Oh, yeah," she acknowledged.  She'd already decided not to apologize if
Debbie confronted her.  "I started smoking again.  I'm sorry, Debbie," she
added halfheartedly.

   Debbie ignored the feeble apology.  "But why?  Tell me, Cheryl.  I need to
know.  What made you decide to smoke again?"

   Her boss' lack of anger surprised Cheryl.  She shrugged.  "Uh, I don't
know, to be honest.  It just seemed like something I wanted to do all of a
sudden.  I used to smoke, you know, years ago, back when I was in high
school."

   Debbie nodded.  "Yeah, sure, of course.  I mean, everybody smokes when
they're kids, huh?" she said wistfully, still showing no anger.  "So, you like
to smoke?"

   "Uh, yeah," Cheryl agreed, still tentative.  "Debbie, I don't get it.  I
thought you'd be furious.  Why aren't you yelling at me?"

   Her boss grinned.  "Sure, of course.  You expect that, don't you?  Well,
I'm not sure, to tell the truth," she fudged.  "I saw you out the window.
Seeing you smoke, it looked like you were enjoying it.   It made me curious."
She took a deep breath.  "It made me jealous, actually."

   "You?  Jealous?" Cheryl gaped in disbelief.  "Are you serious?"

   "Yes," Debbie whispered, almost inaudibly.  "I'm dead serious.  I saw you
smoke on the patio, and I felt jealous; insanely jealous!  I felt like running
out to join you.  God, I wanted to smoke so bad, Cheryl.  I really did.  I
hate to admit it, but it's absolutely true!"

   Cheryl scrunched up her face.  "Are you shitting me?  Come on.  As long as
I've known you, Debbie, you've been all anti-smoking.  That isn't like you.
Not at all."

   "Yeah, I know.  God, it's so weird."  She knew what was happening, and
didn't like it, but she couldn't help herself.  "Fuck!  I _really_ want a
cigarette.  And right now, too!"

   Cheryl treaded lightly.  She still feared Debbie was setting her up.
"Well, I don't know what to say.  You're acting strange, Debbie.  Um, you're
not just playing with me, are you?"

   Debbie stared at the ground, her fists clenched tight.  She looked up with
a determined smile.  "I guarantee you that I'm not messing with you, Cheryl.
Tell me again.  I have to know.  How did it feel lighting up that cigarette
and pulling the smoke into your chest?  Was it nice?"

   "Uh, yeah.  It was really great.  Fabulous.  The truth is, Debbie, I love
to smoke.  There, I finally said it!  It's true.  I love to smoke, more than
anything.  And I don't think I can live without it anymore.  I don't know why,
but after meeting Bill and smoking with him and Suzi last night ?."  Her voice
trailed off.  "Oh, shit!  I didn't mean to say that.  It's not Bill's fault."

   Debbie gave her a rueful smile.  "I know, Cheryl.  Believe me, I know.  You
don't get it, but being with Bill, hearing him talk about his love for
smoking, it does something.  He did it to you, and to Suzi and Beth and Tami,
and now he's fuckin' done it to me!"

   Cheryl frowned.  "I don't get it."

   "Yeah, I know you don't.  But trust me.  There's nothing you can do about
it.  From now on, you'll always want to smoke.  You'll need to.  You won't be
able to stop yourself.  And unfortunately, neither will I."

   "Debbie, you're starting to scare me!"

   "I'm sorry, Cheryl.  Forget what I said.  Get back to work.  You're fine.
I'm not mad or upset or anything.  And I'm okay.  Don't worry."

   "All right," Cheryl slowly nodded.  "You're sure?"

   "I'm completely sure.  Just close the door on your way out so I can work."

   Her assistant obediently shut the door as she left.  Debbie buried her head
in her hands.  "Oh, God," she muttered.  "He got me!  He fuckin' got me!  I
don't believe it.  Talking about it with Cheryl just made it worse."  She took
a breath.  "I've got to pull myself together!  I have to get my mind off
smoking."  She opened a file.  "Think about something else, Debbie," she told
herself.  "Maybe it'll go away if you don't think about it."  She forced
herself to begin working again.  But of course the desire to smoke didn't go
away.

   Four hours later, she was in her car, driving to Bill's.  She knew she
shouldn't go, but she couldn't make herself snub the invitation to watch him
fuck beautiful, blond Gretchen.  She _had_ to watch.  She couldn't help it.
She wanted it, oh so badly!  Of course, both Bill and Gretchen would be
smoking, too.  It'd further intensify her own growing desire to indulge.  But
it didn't matter; she had to go.  So she did, though she cursed herself for it
all the way in the car.

   She arrived a few minutes before seven.  No other car was outside the
house.  "I guess I'm the first to arrive," she ruefully smiled.  She rang the
bell.  Bill answered.

   "Ah, Debbie!  I hoped you'd show."  He opened the door to let her in.

   She pushed past him into the house.  "You bastard!  You knew I'd come.  I
had no choice.  You know perfectly well that you've got me under your damn
control!  Fuck you!"

   "Wow!  That's not a very nice way to say hello," he laughed.  "But come in
anyway," he added, though she was already inside.

   She looked around the living room.  His home was spacious and nicely
decorated.  Of course, with his power, she should've known it'd be
extraordinary.  She turned to look at him.

   "Bill, I need to know.  How did you do it?  How in the hell did you get to
me?  I thought I was immune from your power!"

   "I don't know what you mean," he said diffidently.

   "Oh, come on!  Cut the bullshit, Bill.  You turned your power on me.  You
did it; you made me want to smoke again.  You made me start believing that
smoking's so attractive and so sexy, especially if it's other women who are
smoking.  God!  I saw Cheryl on the patio this afternoon and I couldn't take
my eyes off her smoking.  And now, because of what you did to me, I need to
see you fuck that little bitch Gretchen.  You're a bastard!  Do you know
that?"

   "Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying, Debbie.  I wasn't sure it'd work,
but I had to give it a shot!  You didn't honestly think  I'd do otherwise, did
you?"

   She didn't answer.  Instead, sitting down, she began nervously brushing her
blond hair away from her troubled face.  "Yeah, well, it worked!  I suppose
you're pleased.  Seeing Cheryl smoke today drove me crazy.  I couldn't stop
myself.  I had to watch, and the more I did, the more I wanted to smoke a
cigarette myself.  God, I hate you!"

   "No, you don't.  You like me, Debbie.  Admit it.  You like me.  You really
do!"

   "Damn!  There you go.  You're using your power on me again!"

   "Okay, so maybe I am.  So what?  But tell the truth.  You do like me, don't
you?"

   She sighed.  "Yeah, I do.  I hate myself for it, but yes, I _do_ like you,
I guess."

   "That's better," he laughed.  "So, it looks like Debbie Simpson, the great
anti-smoker, is finally in touch with her true feelings.  I can tell you're
dying for a cigarette.  You desperately want to smoke one now, don't you?"

   She nodded in despair.  "But I don't get it.  I thought my power made me
resistant to yours.  Obviously it didn't work out that way.  So what the hell
happened?"

   He sat beside her.  "I have a theory, Debbie.  You probably didn't notice,
but at lunch I saw your opposition to smoking weakening.  I read it in your
eyes.  The more I smoked, and the longer I talked about it, the more your
antismoking fire just died.  Because of that, I thought this might happen to
you.  In fact, I hoped it would."

   "But why?  I still don't get it."

   "Believe it or not, I don't think you ever were an anti.  Not really.  When
you and your grandma used to get together, when you were a teenager, I suspect
she did a lot more than get her power boosted.  I think she was also pushing
her antismoking sentiments on you.  She changed you from being pro-smoking to
being an anti, like she was.  Back then, you smoked.  Right?"

   She nodded.  "Yeah, sure."

   "Okay, so without you realizing what was happening, she was turning her
revitalized power on you.  Grandma used it against you.  She changed your mind
to turn you against smoking.  You never knew.  She caught you by surprise and
imposed her biases on you.  If I'm right, therefore, the reason you couldn't
sustain your antismoking sentiment in the face of my power is because those
antismoking feelings were never really yours.  They were imposed on you years
ago.  I simply freed you from your grandma's influence.  You're finally free
again; free to smoke.  And it's what you really want."

   Debbie shook her head.  "You mean Grandma used the power on me?  That can't
be."

   "Why not?  The power's unstoppable, but only if it's something the purveyor
believes in.  We've both seen that.  You can't influence people to adopt a
viewpoints if you don't believe it yourself.  You never really believed her
antismoking bullshit.  Not really.  It was your grandma's idea, not yours.
Then my power finally swept it away.  It took awhile, but eventually my animal
magnetism  undermined all your grandma's antismoking sentiments."

   She frowned.  "It's true that I stopped smoking after I started meeting
with Grandma.  And you're right; she _did_ talk to me about it, a bunch of
times.  But I never thought ?."

   "Of course you didn't.  No one ever realizes why their views change when
the power's at work.  They _always_ think it's them.  Cheryl doesn't realize I
made her want to smoke.  She thinks _she_ wants to do it.  And in a way, she
does.  But really, she's just borrowed my opinion.  And that's why in the end
you couldn't undermine Cheryl's new interest in smoking.  It's because you
don't really hate it; you just thought you did!"

   "Then, what are you saying?"

   Bill grinned.  "For the first time in years, Debbie, you're experiencing
your own feelings, your true feelings.  You _want_ to smoke.  You've always
wanted to.  Your grandma turned you against it for way too long, but I finally
brought you back to your true self."

   She let out a wicked laugh.  "God, I think you're still bullshitting me,
Bill.  If I really loved to smoke, I would've been immune when Grandma used
her power.  Wouldn't I?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe not.  Maybe she sneaked up on you.  All I know is
that you folded like a house of cards just as soon as I used my animal
magnetism full force.  You want to smoke now.  Isn't that right?"

   She slowly nodded her agreement.

   "And you can't stop yourself, can you?"

   "There!  You're doing it again.  You're using the power!"

   "It doesn't matter, Debbie.  Maybe I am.  But just answer the question.  Do
you want it?"

   She stared aimlessly into space.  "God, I _do_ want to smoke.  Yeah, you're
right.  It's so fuckin' true," she sighed wistfully.  "Damn!"

   "And you're going to do it, too.  You're going to smoke, right now."
Reaching into the pocket of his blazer, he took out a pack of Marlboro 100's.
"Because you want to.  You really want to smoke again.  You've been thinking
about it all afternoon.  Haven't you?"

   She gazed longingly at the red and white object he held in his hand.  It
looked lovely; no, it didn't just look lovely.  It _was_ lovely!  Nervous
anticipation built up inside.  "God, I am going to do this, aren't I?"

   "You are, Debbie," he smiled affectionately.  "But believe me, it's because
you want to.  And it'll be my pleasure to help you smoke again after all these
years.  Trust me.  It'll be great!"

   She slowly reached out her hand.  He gave her a cork-tipped Marlboro 100,
which she silently slipped between her fingers.  She turned it over and
examined it.  It was so inviting, so alluring.  She looked up.  Bill had his
lighter ready.  "All set?" he asked with a grin.

   She nodded and raised the cigarette to her lips.  "I still think you're a
bastard, Bill Johnson," she whispered with a peculiar smile.  "But yes, I'm
ready!"

   He clicked the lighter.  The flame was mesmerizing.  He raised it to the
tip of the cigarette she held to her lips.  The tobacco end crackled, and
Debbie sucked.

   The smoke tasted strong; very strong.  But it was nonetheless pleasant,
enchantingly so.  She drew harder, and then inhaled.  The smoke reached her
lungs, and she gasped.  The impact took her breath away.  But it also felt
good; so very, very good!

   Bill grinned.  "You like it, don't you, Debbie?  Admit it!  You _love_ the
feeling of smoking again, don't you?"

   She pursed her lips to release a long, luxurious exhale.  "Oh God!  I can't
believe I'm doing this!  But it's so nice, so very nice!"  Seeing smoke escape
from her mouth made her wet between her legs.  Suddenly she felt incredibly
sexy.  "Yeah, you're right, Bill.  I do love it!  God, smoking seems so
elegant, so very sexy.  It is _so_ nice!"  She grinned.  "Hey, I don't care
what you say, _those_ feelings I'm getting from you.  I never felt _that_ way
about smoking before.  I may have liked it, but I never thought it made me
sexy till now!"

   It was his turn to laugh.  "Okay, so maybe some of the things you're
feeling right now I _am_ projecting onto you with my animal magnetism.  But
you don't mind, do you?  After all, it doesn't change anything.  You still
want to smoke.  Do you really care why?"

   She dragged again on the Marlboro.  "No, I don't care," she sighed,
exhaling through pursed lips.  "I just want to smoke.  God, I don't care why
it's happening.  I don't give a shit!  I just want to do this.  Fuck, I _have_
to do it!"  Once more she raised the cigarette to her mouth.  She took a long,
powerful drag and sucked more smoke into her chest this time.  "God, this is
amazing!  I feel like I'm sixteen again."  She giggled.  "And I'm getting a
huge head rush from all the nicotine."  Bursts of smoke came from her lips and
nostrils.

   "I got you a pack of Marlboro Lights 100's to take home.  You love this
full flavored cigarette, but till you readjust to smoking, you should smoke
something less powerful.  In a few days, though, you'll want to smoke
something full flavored like these.  I guarantee it!"

   As she exhaled again, she saw the clock on the wall said seven twenty.  She
looked at Bill.  "Hey, where's Gretchen?  Isn't she supposed to be here?"

   "Oh, I called Gretchen back and told her not to come.  I sensed you and I
had some important business to attend to first.  Smoking business."

   She gave a pouting look as she tapped an ash into an ashtray.  "Damn!
Despite myself, I've been looking forward to watching you fuck Gretchen.  I
know it's only your power that makes me want to see it, but it doesn't matter.
I _do_ want it."  She smiled coyly.  "You know?"

   He smiled back.  "Yes, I know.  But Gretchen's not the girl I want to fuck
tonight."

   She feigned surprise.  But in fact, she wasn't at all shocked.  "Bill
Johnson!  I'm ten years older than you!  Are you suggesting that you and I
should ??"

   He put his hand on her shoulder.  "Yes, I am.  The second I saw you,
Debbie, I wanted you.  You're a powerful woman, very mature, always in
control, and sexy as hell!  For awhile I feared it wouldn't happen.  You
seemed immune to my animal magnetism.  But maybe you're not immune after all."
He kissed her mouth.  The taste of smoke on her virgin lips made his cock
stand at attention.

   She sighed contentedly.  "Yeah, I guess I'm not immune.  But I'm glad you
want me.  Because I want you, too.  God, do I ever!"  She put her cigarette in
the ashtray and kissed him again, in earnest this time.  "Thanks for setting
me free, Bill," she whispered into his ear.  "I fuckin' love it!"

   "Oh, you're very welcome, Debbie," he whispered back.  He began to unbutton
her blouse.  "Don't worry.  It really was my pleasure.  You're a very
beautiful woman.  And I love fucking a beautiful woman.  And just think.  If
sharing lunch makes us more powerful, imagine what'll happen if we make love
together!"

   "Yeah, I feel the power growing," she giggled.  "But there's something
else; something else is getting bigger, and it's not just the power."  She put
her hand on his crotch.  "Yeah, something else is on the rise, Bill.  And
before we're done, I want _that_ power inside me, too."

   By now her blouse was on the floor.  He began unhooking her bra.  Then he
stopped and picked up her cigarette.  He placed it between her lips.  She
smiled and obediently dragged again and sucked more smoke into her lungs.

   "God, being with you is so intoxicating, Bill," she sighed as she released
tendrils of smoke from her mouth and nostrils.  "I don't care if it's your
power, or my power, or something else entirely.  I just want you!"

   He took her hand and began leading her to his bedroom.  "I want you, too,
Deb.  And unlike Cheryl, Suzi, and the others, perhaps this will be more than
a one night stand."

   She giggled and groaned.  "We could be great together, Bill.  As long as
you don't mind being with an older woman, we can use our combined power to get
whatever the hell we want!"

   He dropped her on the bed.  "Yeah, well, I know what I want right now.  And
the power has nothing to do with it."  He began licking and kissing her
breasts.

   She moaned.  "Ooh, baby.  Yeah, that's it.  But Bill, just promise me
something."

   "Anything, baby," he gasped, running his tongue up and down her chest.

   "Promise me that tomorrow night you'll have Gretchen over, so that I can
watch," she groaned.  "Promise?"

   "Sure," he laughed, pulling off her slacks.  "And do you want to watch her
smoke, too?  You do, don't you?  Because you think she's a goddess!"

   "God, yeah," she groaned.  "I want to watch Gretchen smoke!"

   "And you also want to help me fuck her, don't you?  You don't just want to
watch.  I think you want to participate right along with me in fucking her.
Am I right?"

   "Oh God, yes," she gasped as he reached inside her panties.  "I think
Gretchen's fuckin' beautiful!  I want to touch her.  I want to make love to
her.  And I want to smoke with her!"

   "Good girl," Bill groaned.  "One more thing, Debbie.  I bet you feel the
same way about your assistant Cheryl, don't you?  You loved watching her
smoke, and you'd love to get your little hands on her.  Am I right about
that?"

   She moaned with pleasure.  He was right.  The feelings she had begun to
have for Cheryl earlier that afternoon could no longer be denied.  "Damn!
Fuck you, Bill," she whispered evilly.  "You're taking advantage of your power
again!"  Then she giggled.  "But you know what?  I don't fuckin' care.  You're
right.  Cheryl's such a pretty girl, especially when she's smoking!  God, I
want her, too."

   "If that's what you want, Debbie, you can get it.  You have the power, too.
So you can get whatever you want!"

   "I know.  But right now I want you to fuck me, you bastard," she gasped.
She reached into his boxers and grabbed his throbbing cock.  It was his turn
to groan.  "You want it, and I want it, so let's fuckin' do it!  Let's fuck
right now!"

   An hour later, the two of them lay side by side in Bill's bed, exhausted.
Debbie was smoking again, as was Bill.

   She giggled.  "I'd always heard that smoking after sex is great.  It turns
out all the people who said that were absolutely right!"  She drew on her
Marlboro.  "God, it's the best!"

   Bill nodded and smiled.  "I was serious about what I said, Debbie.  You and
I should stick together.  As a team, we can accomplish anything.  Together,
your power and mine will be unstoppable.  No one will be able to stand in our
way."

   She grinned.  "And I suppose that means you intend for me to assist you in
carrying out your dastardly pro-smoking plans and objectives at Allied and
elsewhere?"

   "Yeah, I sure do.  But I doubt that's a problem for you anymore.  Is it?"

   "No, it's no problem.  None at all," she sighed.  "I can't believe I'm
saying this, but it's true.  Now I want to encourage smoking.  I want to see
everybody at Allied smoke.  God, I can't believe I actually persuaded people
to quit!  What a goddamn waste!"  She laughed wickedly.  "Now I can't wait to
get back to the office, so I can start pushing all those poor former smokers
back in the other direction;  the _right_ direction."  She nuzzled up against
him.  "Thanks for everything, Bill.  You're great."

   As he watched, she raised her cigarette to her lips for a long, leisurely
drag.  He smiled, and she smiled back.

   "You like watching me, don't you, Bill?"  She pursed her lips to exhale.
"You really like to see women smoke, don't you?  And me especially?"

   "Yeah, I love it," he confessed.  "You especially, Debbie.  I bet you, too,
have a new appreciation for the beauty of smoking cigarettes.  It's so
elegant, so sexy, isn't it?"

   She nodded agreement.  "God, yes, it sure is!  I went nuts seeing Cheryl
and Suzi and all the others smoking outside earlier this afternoon."  She
chuckled.  "Now tomorrow I can join them.  That'll surprise people, won't it?
But it'll be really nice; nice to watch up close, and nice to share cigarettes
with all those sexy ladies.  God, it turns me on just thinking about it!"

   He smiled.  The formerly anti-smoking Debbie Simpson now appeared to be
completely turned around.  It was perfect!  "I have some ideas for improving
the smoking situation at Allied," he went on.  "With your revitalized power,
you can substantially enhance things there for all the smokers.  Do you want
to hear my ideas?"

   She laughed.  "Of course, Billy.  I'll just smoke quietly while you talk to
me."  With one hand she put her cigarette to her lips, while with the other
she playfully stroked his limp cock.

   "Be careful," he warned.  "There might be a repeat performance pretty
soon."

   She giggled.  "I'm counting on it, baby.  I'm counting on it!"

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