Behind the Scenes, Part 2

Behind the Scenes:
karriejj@hotmail.com

The following is a fictitious account of the 'goings on' behind the scenes of
a Smoking Video Production Company. In no way was a real company chosen to
model the story after. Any similarities and use of names are strictly
coincidental.

Part II:
Monica received a large manila envelope two days later in the mail. She
tossed it and the rest of the mail on the small table in the living room of
her small apartment. She sat and lit a cigarette, letting it dangle from her
lips as she tore at the gummy adhesive. She took a final drag and placed it
in the nearby ashtray. She exhaled casually as she read the attached note
signed by Paul.

Monica,
Our lawyer was impressed that you caught his mistake. Please sign the revised
contract (highlighted portions are corrections) and fill out the survey. Then
return to me at your earliest convenience. Looking forward to working with
you.
If you want, call to schedule a time to shoot. We'll be doing one this Friday
evening if that works for you.
Sincerely,
Paul

Monica flipped through the contract and read the highlighted changes.
Satisfied, she picked up a pen from the table and signed and dated the last
page where indicated. She picked up the cigarette and tapped the ash from the
tip and drew deeply again. She was becoming somewhat aroused at the thought
of going through with this.

She set the contract aside and began to fill out the survey. She thought one
of the survey questions was very odd, and it got her thinking. When she was
done, she noted she had smoked two cigarettes and was very aroused and moist.

She tossed the paper work on the table and put her feet up on the coffee
table, spreading her legs widely. She shoved her hand down her sweats and
under her panties and felt herself. Her labia were swollen and spread
slightly. She ran her fingers gently over the area, coating the tips of her
fingers with her juices and then began to rub softly on her swollen clitoris.
She moaned lightly and closed her eyes as she continued to work herself
towards orgasm.

She opened her eyes and spied the pack of cigarettes sitting there, staring
at her. She sat up quickly and shook one free. She then lit the tip and fell
back against the couch, drawing deeply and hard. She double pumped on the
cigarette as her right hand worked quicker. She dipped her two fingers as
deep inside as they could go, and then brought them out and worked them
furiously in a circular motion around her clit.

Smoke poured from her nostrils and mouth, surrounding her body in a cloudy,
gray haze. Her hips lifted off the couch as she climaxed. She timed it so
that a triple pump she had been holding for at least 15 seconds was released
from her body at the same time she came. She cried out as the orgasms rocked
her body. One seemed to follow after the other and tears began to stream down
her face. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.

Ten minutes later, she had recovered and was on the phone with Paul setting
up a time to come over. It was decided that Friday night would be a light
night and would be perfect to get her on film for the first time. She could
hear the excitement in his voice, and it made her feel good.

After she hung up, she reached for the survey and scratched out an answer she
now needed to change. 

The question read: "Have you ever had an orgasm while you smoked? If yes, how
was it compared to other orgasms you've had?" She carefully wrote her new
answer as she smiled: "Yes, it was the best I've ever had."


Monica arrived at the address promptly at 7:30, as requested. She was nervous
as hell and hadn't smoked in over two hours. This was one request Paul made
of all the models so that they wouldn't saturate their bodies with nicotine
during the shoots.

She carried backpack with one change of outfits and some make up. She knocked
on the door lightly, cleared her throat and waited patiently for an answer.

Paul opened the door and greeted her with a hug. "Monica!" he said excitedly.
"Glad you could make it, come in, come in!" He urged her.

Monica slid her backpack off her shoulder and dug inside. She handed Paul the
manila folder as they walked through the entry to the back room. The smell of
stale smoke hung in the air.

Paul led her to the house's family room, a large common area just off of the
kitchen. Another man was adjusting several lights and camera and video
equipment littered the area. Two other younger women her age sat on bar
stools at the kitchen counter drinking beer. Cables snaked back and forth
throughout the living room. The only area not victim to the mess was the
large love seat and recliner. All of the cameras and lights pointed to that
area. The room was dreadfully hot.

"Everyone!" Paul called out, "I'd like you to meet Monica."

The lighting man stopped what he was doing and came over, the two girls stood
also and approached.

The lighting guy introduced himself as "Sammy," and shook her hand and
smiled. He quickly returned to his duties.

"Carly," one of the girls said. She was short with shoulder length jet-black
hair. She had a hint of Asian heritage and was very pretty. "Welcome to the
family," she added as they shook hands.

"Danny," the other offered. "We kind of met at the cafe the other day. I was
your waitress…" she reminded Monica.

"Yeah, I remember now, cool! Nice to meet you both!" Monica said
enthusiastically. She stood wringing her hands together.

"Nervous?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, but I could sure use a cigarette too!" Monica said laughing nervously.

"Soon enough," Paul assured her. "If you want, join the girls for a beer,
that might help. I need to finalize some things with Sammy and then we can
get started. What we'll do is shoot Carly first. You can watch and see what's
involved, and then we'll do yours next. Sound good?"

"Sure," Monica replied and turned back to the counter.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge," he added, and then turned and
began giving some directions to Sammy.

Monica walked to the kitchen and helped herself to a bottle of Bud Light. She
twisted the top and joined Carly and Danny at the counter. She leaned in and
drank heartily from the bottle.

"First time?" Carly asked even though she knew the answer.

"Yeah," Monica agreed. "How many have you guys done?"

"This will be my third shoot," Carly offered. "Danny is the old pro…"

Danny blushed a bit as she swallowed down her beer. "I'm no 'PRO'," she said.
She turned to Monica. "But I've done 12 videos for these guys, lots of still
shots. I've been doing it for over a year now…" she said smugly.

"I saw the still pictures from the site, you're both real pretty, I liked the
stuff I saw you in," she said trying to become quick friends.

"Did you answer the add in the school paper?" Carly asked.

"Yeah," Monica admitted somewhat embarrassed. "What about you?"

"Same," Carly replied with a smile.

"Paul found me at the cafe," Danny said almost bragging. "He saw me outback
taking a cigarette break and asked me if I'd be interested."

"OK Carly," Paul shouted. "I think we're ready for you."

Carly tipped her bottle back and finished the rest off. "Sir, yes Sir!" she
said as she saluted. Danny laughed at this and explained to Monica.

"We always make fun of Paul. He acts like some big time director, shouting
Action and giving stage directions like this is a Hollywood set or something.
It's pretty funny, actually."

Monica walked from behind the counter and stood behind Paul. Two video
monitors sat at his feet, one for each camera that was set up. Carly's image
was clear in each, one was a far away shot, the other a close up.

"Ready… ?" Paul shouted. Sammy turned on one camera and then the other. A
few seconds passed and  Paul finally shouted "Action!"

Carly sat still for about 5 seconds staring into the camera. Paul gave a hand
signal and then she began the scene. 

Carly reached for a pack of VS120's that sat on the end table. She carefully
pulled one out and licked her lips before placing it between them. She
flicked a gold lighter to life and touched it to the tip of the long white
cigarette.

Monica noted that it looked kind of goofy, being so long and dangling from
her lips. She watched for the next few minutes as Carly sat and smoked. She
waited for Paul to have her do something else, anything else. But instead,
Carly sat and smoked, looking bored as she drew to quickly, hissed when she
inhaled it, and made a whoosh sound as she exhaled.

Monica walked back and sat with Danny again.

"Is this all they do?" she asked, half whispering.

"Yeah, that's about it…sometimes we throw in some dialogue, but most times
we sit and pretend to read or watch TV, stuff like that." Danny replied.

"And people pay for… that?"

"Enough to keep Paul in business, yeah."

"God, I really need a cigarette."

Danny finished her beer and grabbed Monica's hand. "Come with me, I have
something that will make it easier,"

Monica followed Danny and enjoyed holding her hand. She was attractive, but
in a plain way. Her hair was straight and looked somewhat greasy. Monica felt
she dressed a bit too loosely.

They entered what Monica decided was Paul's bedroom. It had a king sized bed,
a dresser, and that was about it. Some laundry littered the floor, and Danny
just kicked it out of the way. On the dresser, stood a tall glass bong.

Danny took hold of it and opened the top dresser drawer and retrieved a black
film canister. She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the open space next
to her. Monica sat and watched.

"And…. Cut!" Paul shouted from the next room. "OK, Monica, you have about 5
minutes while we change some lights and set up the microphones."

"Doesn't Paul care?" Monica asked as she watched Danny fill the bowl with
small pinches of the green herb.

"Nah," Danny said handing the bong to Monica along with her lighter. "The
looser we are, the better he says."

Monica held the bong and stared at it.

"You've done one of these, right?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, it's been a few years, but I know how it works." And with that
challenge, Monica fit her lips inside the large opening and flicked the
lighter to life.  The sound of bubbling water soon filled her ears and a
quick whoosh of thick smoke entered her lungs.

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