Cigarette Fairy, Part 6

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THE CIGARETTE FAIRY

6.	We Finally Learn the Truth.

   The two older teenagers, Taylor and Ashleigh, had just settled down in the
Caldwell living room along with Ashleigh's mom.  Before any of them could
speak Brooke's husband Ken entered followed by Nina and Candice.

   "I'm taking the girls to the park to practice soccer," he smiled at his
wife.  He leaned over to give Brooke a little kiss.  "We'll back whenever
they're done, I guess."

   Brooke looked at Nina.  "Your father sure goes the extra mile these days
to support you girls practicing," she sighed.  "I hope you appreciate all the
time he spends with you."

   "Oh, we do, Mom," Nina grinned.  She looked at her friend.  "Don't we,
Candice?"

   "Yeah, Mr. Caldwell's been super supportive," Candice chimed in.  She
smiled at Nina's dad.  "You've been just great, Mr. Caldwell."

   Ken smiled.  "I'm happy to help the girls out with something they love so
much."  He held up a book.  "It's not so tough, honey.  I take something to
read while they practice."  He turned to the girls.  "Come on, guys, let's go
before it gets dark!"  The three of them left through the garage.  The sound
of Ken's car was heard and then the noise of the garage door closing.

   Taylor shook her head.  "All those two twerps do is practice soccer
anymore!  Don't they get enough practice during the day?"

   "Guess not," Brooke smiled.  "They sure seem to love it, though.  Ken's
been a dear to drive them to the park all the time like he does."  She gazed
at her daughter's blond friend.  "So Taylor, you said you wanted to talk.
What's on your mind?"

   Taylor smiled shyly.  "Mrs. Caldwell, Ashleigh told me her big news.  I
can't believe it!  You're actually gonna let Ashleigh smoke now?"

   Brooke flashed a self-satisfied smile.  "Yeah, I told Ashleigh it's okay
if she wants to, and I guess she does.  So I won't even try and stop her.  No
hypocritical bullshit from me.  I talked to her dad and Ken's cool with her
smoking, too.  At first I was upset when I walked in on Ashleigh smoking
yesterday.  But after talking to your mom later that afternoon, and seeing
Pamela smoke and enjoy it so much, well, it got me thinking.  I decided it's
not such a big deal.  So I told Ashleigh it's fine with us if she wants to
smoke.  Needless to say, Ashleigh seems delighted!"

   "Yeah, no joke," Ashleigh giggled.  Mischievously she wiggled her fingers.
Brooke knew what that meant.  Silently she passed her pack and lighter to her
daughter.  Ashleigh took out a cigarette, put it in her lips and eagerly
clicked the lighter.  "Yeah, this is the coolest ever!"  She released a thick
creamy exhale as her friend watched.  Ashleigh grinned.  "Pretty neat, huh?
Aren't you jealous, Taylor?"

   Brooke paused as the meaning of her daughter's question registered.  "Hey,
wait a second, Ashleigh.  Why would Taylor be jealous of you smoking?"

   Ashleigh giggled.  "It's okay, Taylor.  You can tell my mom.  She won't
care."

   Finally Brooke understood the significance of the teenagers' exchange.
She gasped.  "Oh my God!  Taylor, does this mean that you too ??"

   The tall lanky 16 year old hesitantly nodded after glaring at her comrade.
"Yeah, Mrs. Caldwell.  I guess I can tell you.  You don't seem upset with
Ashleigh.  Yeah, I do smoke now, just like Ash.  I've been smoking for over a
week.  Please, though, don't tell my mom!"

   Brooke was stunned.  Without a word she retrieved her pack of Marlboro
Lights 100's from Ashleigh.  She deposited a cigarette in her mouth with a
pensive look.  "Oh my God," she finally muttered before pausing to light up.
"Pamela will be totally pissed when she finds out!"

   "You won't tell her, will you Mrs. Caldwell, please?"

   "No, honey, I won't.  Don't worry.  My lips are sealed.  Remember, I was a
teenage smoker myself.  I understand."  She released a long mixed exhale from
her mouth and nostrils.  "But God, it's so deliciously ironic.  You see,
yesterday Pamela was stressing because she was worried that if she started
smoking again then you and Candice might want to start someday."  She hit on
her cigarette once more.  "I guess Pamela was right to be worried, huh?"

   Taylor hung her head.  "That's why Mom can't know.  God, she'd kill me if
she knew."

   Brooke smiled, and jutting out her lower jaw she pushed a plume of creamy
smoke up toward the ceiling.  "Yeah, I suppose right now she might.  But you
know what?  After Pamela smokes for awhile and it gets under skin again, as
it surely will, then eventually maybe she'll sing a different tune.  In time
she might be totally cool with it, just like Ken and I are now with Ashleigh
smoking.  Who knows?"  She stopped.  "Hey, wait a sec.  That must mean
_you're_ the infamous cigarette fairy?  Taylor, you did this to get your mom
to start smoking!"

   "No, Mrs. Caldwell, I'm not the cigarette fairy.  I didn't smoke till
after Mom found the cigarette in my jacket last week.  I tried it again only
because I figured it'd make Mom mad if she thought forcing me to smoke
accidentally turned me into a smoker."  Taylor grinned.  "Trouble was, by
experimenting with it I soon discovered that I like smoking.  Now I don't
want to stop.  Just like you and Ashleigh, and now just like my mom, I want
to be a smoker, too.  What I mean is, I think I already _am_ a smoker!"

   A light went on in Brooke's head.  "Hey, Taylor," she amiably interrupted.
"If that's true then do you want to join us?  Do you want to smoke a
cigarette along with Ashleigh and me?"

   "Oh my God, Mrs. Caldwell!  Wow, I'd love to.  Could I?"

   "Yes, of course, my dear," Brooke smiled sympathetically.  "Why not?
After all, since you already smoke, if I tried to deprive you I'd be no
better than an atrocious hypocrite!"  She held out her pack to the
incredulous teen.  "Go ahead, honey.  Have one if you like."

   Taylor didn't have to be asked twice.  "Gosh, thanks, Mrs. Caldwell."
Gratefully the pretty blond accepted the cigarette.  Brooke lit her up with
no hesitation, the whole time watching the teen carefully.  Taylor's cheeks
collapsed during her initial hit on the long white Marlboro.  The drag was
neither timid nor tentative.  Instead the pretty teen hit hard on the
cigarette and quickly sucked the smoke deep into her lungs.  That told Brooke
all she needed to know.  Yes, Taylor Patterson was indeed already a
proficient smoker!

   "Nice, huh?"  Brooke asked the question with strange satisfaction.  She
was strangely delighted to see her neighbor's worst fears being realized
before her very eyes.

   "Yeah, it's great, Mrs. Caldwell," Taylor acknowledged appreciatively.
She turned her head to release an exhale.  "Thanks so much!  The last few
days I've been smoking lots," she went on.  "I think yesterday I smoked
almost half a pack of cigarettes."

   "Hmm, I see," Brooke mused.  She looked at Ashleigh.  "I assume you knew
about this?"

   The Caldwell girl laughed as she manicured her cigarette in the ashtray.
"Mom, Taylor and I never keep secrets.  It was because she liked smoking so
much that I decided I had to try it."  Ashleigh dragged on hers.  "Thanks for
being so cool about Taylor smoking with us, Mom.  Thanks a lot!"

   "No problem," Brooke nodded.  She watched her daughter and her lanky blond
friend hit on their cigarettes in unison.  She didn't mind being the cool
Mom; not at all.  Pamela Patterson might not approve of the sanctuary she was
providing to her daughter Taylor.  But so what?  Pamela was right that the
children of parents who smoke usually wind up smoking themselves.  She knew
it; they all did.  Eventually Pamela would find out about Taylor smoking.
But it looked like by then it'd be way too late.  She smiled.  It might
already be too late, she mused.

   "But Taylor, if you're not the cigarette fairy then who is?  I hate to say
it but I'm actually delighted your mom's smoking.  We had a nice time
yesterday afternoon for the first time ever.  I'll enjoy having another
smoker just down the street to hang out with.  Who knows?  Pamela and I might
even become friends, as shocking as that must sound.  But who did this?  Was
it your father?"

   "I don't think it was Dad," Taylor frowned.  "He swears he hasn't been
hiding cigarettes in my coat and purse and inside Mom's purse and in her car.
So I don't know who it is."  She paused.  "But if it's not Dad or me the only
other possibility is Candice."

   "Your little sister?"  Ashleigh snorted.  "God, Candice is 13!  She's the
same age as Nina.  Why on earth would Candice tempt you and your mom to
smoke?  And where would she get the cigarettes?  It makes no sense!"

   "I don't know the answers to any of those questions," Taylor mused.  "I
honestly don't.  It doesn't make any sense to me, either."

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   The Caldwell van whizzed by the city park and its soccer field.  A group
of teenage girls were practicing that evening.  But Ken Caldwell didn't slow
down.  He kept going and soon approached the plant he managed.  It was a few
minutes past the city park.

   Parking the van he briskly walked to the entrance of the plant's
administration building.  The two 13 year olds followed silently behind.  Ken
waved at a security guard who smiled back.  With his key card he unlocked the
door and the three of them went inside without a sound.

   "Thanks, Daddy," Nina smiled as they walked down the hall to his office.
"This new little arrangement of ours has turned out to be a real fuckin'
success.  Don't you think?"

   Ken Caldwell frowned.  "Nina, I don't like hearing you talk like that."

   The 13 year old gave him a smug smile.  "Shut the fuck up, Daddy!  Candice
and I will say whatever the hell we want.  You can't stop me from doing
anything anymore.  I have all the fuckin' leverage now.  Remember?"  She let
out a wicked laugh as they came to the door of his office.  "Just answer the
question.  Don't you think it's all working out great?"

   Ken nodded as he unlocked his office door.  "It'll work as long as your
mothers never think to ask why it is you girls never get grass stains from
practicing soccer anymore."

   Nina and Candice laughed as they walked into his office.  Ken closed the
door.  Nina grinned at her blond friend.  "Yeah, Daddy, you're right.  Maybe
we ought to stop at the park on our way home so Candice and I can roll around
on the grass a little."  She looked directly at her father and wiggled her
fingers.  "Daddy, aren't you going to let me have one?"

   Ken sighed and reached in his pocket.  He got out his pack of Marlboro
Lights 100's.  He passed the pack to his 13 year old daughter.  "Yeah, here
you go, Nina."

   The dark-haired youngster eagerly shook out a cigarette.  She grinned at
her blond buddy.  "Want one, Candice?"

   The blond girl rolled her eyes.  "Duh, yeah.  God, what a dumb question,
Nina!  Of course I do!"

   Nina deposited a cigarette in her mouth and then gave one to Candice.  She
again turned to her father.  "Hey Daddy, can we have a light now?"

   Silently Ken tossed Nina a disposable lighter.  The 13 year old gleefully
clicked it and proceeded to light up her cigarette.  Her blond friend leaned
in and Nina also lit up Candice.

   Both girls took powerful first drags.  "Oh my God," Nina moaned at last
with a grateful sigh.  "Wow, I was _so_ damn ready for this fuckin'
cigarette!"  Flipping her head back she threw her long brown hair behind her
and smiled while she finally exhaled.  "Thanks, Daddy.  You know, you're such
a dear to let us smoke in your office like this!"

   "Yeah, thanks, Mr. Caldwell," Candice chimed in.  "It's really great!"

   Ken Caldwell quietly lit up a cigarette for himself.  "Yeah, well, it's
not like you girls gave me a choice," he grumbled.  "I just worry that the
security guard will begin to wonder why I always bring you two girls in with
me to my office every single night of the week and on Saturdays and Sundays,
too."

   "That's easy, Daddy.  If he asks just tell him it's because Candice and I
love to watch you work," Nina teased in her most innocent sounding voice.
She hit hard on her cigarette.  "The fact that you smoke in your office when
you come in after hours has nothing to do with it," she added with a wicked
laugh before exhaling.  "Right, Candice?"

   "Yep, that's right," Candice agreed with a sly wink.  "Nothing to do with
it whatsoever!"  Her blond friend drew on her cigarette and inhaled deep into
her chest.  "But oh my goodness!  Know what, Mr. Caldwell?  The smoke from
all the cigarettes that you smoke in here sometimes makes me cough a little
bit."  She mimicked a delicate tiny cough.  "Goodness me!  All this smoke
really isn't good for my little lungs, you know."  She then let out a
devious, ironic laugh before finally releasing a milky thick exhale through
smiling lips.

   Ken shook his head.  "God, I never should've agreed to let you girls smoke
like this," he protested.  "I have half a mind to tell your mom about it,
Nina.  I really do!"

   "Now Daddy, you definitely don't want to do that," Nina cajoled sweetly.
Saucily she sauntered over to him, cavalierly holding her cigarette by her
side.  "If you do I'll tell Mommy about those nasty videos I found in the
trunk of your car."  Impudently she raised her cigarette to her mouth for a
long drag.  "I was shocked last month when I found them in there while
putting my soccer stuff in your trunk."  She exhaled smoke through a smile.
"My, my!  All those naked women smoking cigarettes kissing each other and
doing all kinds of other nasty sex shit together!"  The brunette giggled
naughtily.  "Actually, Mom probably wouldn't be too shocked to learn that you
think smoking's sexy.  But I bet she'd be horrified to know you love watching
smoking porn.  God, I bet she'd be really pissed at you.  You can't afford
for Mom to find out!"

   "Don't remind me," Ken grumbled.  "You're right.  We made a deal.  I'll
live up to it."

   "Good answer, Mr. Caldwell," Candice interjected.  "I'll never forget the
day Nina told me about her little discovery.  Since she and I were both
already smoking we figured her finding those videos would convince you to
help us out."  She smiled cheekily.  "But it's not so bad, is it, Mr.
Caldwell?"  Candice put her cigarette to her mouth and with a surly grin did
a long cheek-hollowing drag.  "After all, you like getting to see me smoke
like this, don't you, Mr. Caldwell?"

   Ken's eyes were riveted on the demure blond youngster as smoke slowly
flowed from her lips and nostrils.  He said nothing.

   "Yeah, that's what I thought," Candice laughed wickedly after a knowing
glance at her friend.  "So don't give us any of that 'victim' bullshit, Mr.
Caldwell.  You fuckin' love seeing us light up every single cigarette.  God,
you especially love it because supposedly Nina and I are way too young to be
smokers.  You secretly love helping us do this shit, don't you?  It turns you
on to see us smoke, doesn't it?  Despite your protests I also know you like
hearing us talk dirty like this.  You think all of it's fuckin' hot!  Come
on, Mr. Caldwell, don't be shy.  Admit it!"

   He remained silent.

   "Admit it," Candice barked.  "Let me hear you say it, Mr. Caldwell."

   Ken groaned.  "Yeah, it does turn me on, Candice," he whispered.  "You're
right.  I love seeing you girls smoking like this.  I especially like hearing
you talk about needing to smoke."

   "Of course you do," Candice snickered as she again hit hard on her
cigarette.  "And we _do_ need to smoke.  But we especially love smoking in
front of you because we know how much you adore seeing us do it.  Don't
bullshit us.  Every bit of it turns you on.  You especially loved giving me
cigarettes so I could be the cigarette fairy, didn't you?  Yeah, and it
worked.  Now both my mom and my big sister smoke.  I know _that_ turns you
on, Mr. Caldwell," she laughed.  "God, it all worked out so fuckin' great!
But best of all for you, Mr. Caldwell, my big sister's smoking finally
convinced your Ashleigh to try it.  So now Ashleigh smokes, too.  I bet even
that turns you on a little.  Right?"

   Ken didn't answer.  Candice took a last drag on her cigarette.  She
crushed it in the ashtray on the desk.  She looked at him.  "I want another
one."

   Ken silently handed Candice another Marlboro Light 100.  She placed it
between her lips.

   "This time I want _you_ to light me up, Mr. Caldwell."

   Ken nodded.  Obediently he raised his lighter and with no objection lit up
the cigarette dangling from the lips of the gangly blond 13 year old.
Candice dragged to get it going.

   "Hey, thanks, Mr. Caldwell," she sighed demurely as smoke began pouring
from her mouth.  "I sure do appreciate your contribution to my growing
nicotine addiction!  But there's one more thing.  I guess my dad told Taylor
he also has a 'thing' for girls who smoke, just like you.  He's real glad my
mom started smoking again," she giggled.  "So maybe you can make nice with my
dad and become his friend.  Then show him your sexy smoking videos.  I bet my
dad will love 'em.  And eventually you can convince him that he should smoke,
too.  Just like you and Mrs. Caldwell, and now just like my mom."

   "Oh, Candice, I couldn't," Ken protested.  "That's too dangerous."

   "Shut up, Dad," Nina cut in.  "We decide what's too dangerous.  You do
what we tell you or else."  She changed her tone and smiled sweetly.  "I'm
ready for another cigarette, too, by the way, Daddy.  May I have another one,
please?"

   He handed his daughter another Marlboro Light 100.  Nina lit it up
herself.

   Candice released a wicked smoky giggle.  "Nina, here's what I think.  My
dad should be the cigarette fairy's next victim.  Like with my mom and
Taylor, your dad will supply the cigarettes and I'll put them in Dad's
pockets and in his car.  He'll think my mom's behind it," she laughed.  "No
one will suspect me.  But your dad will also start to work on my dad.  Before
long he'll be smoking, too.  Then everyone in both our families will be
smokers!"

   "Sooner or later you girls will slip up," Ken quietly offered.  "Someone
will figure out you smoke.  Even if I don't tell you can't keep it a secret
forever.  That's not possible."

   "That's why we need to finish the job, Mr. Caldwell.  We need to get my
dad smoking," Candice grinned like a Cheshire cat.  "See, the more people
that smoke in my house, the less likely that anyone figures out I do."  The
blond hit on her cigarette.  "Once my whole family smokes I have the perfect
excuse if I get caught.  I'll be just like Nina."  She assumed a
high-pitched, innocent voice.  "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mom and Dad.  But it's
really your fault, you know.  After all, I only tried it because you guys
smoke so much.  Seeing you enjoy smoking cigarettes all the time made me _so_
curious.  Gosh, I'm _so_ sorry.  I know I'm way too young.  But now I'm
afraid I'm hooked.  I can't stop!"  She rolled her eyes with a malevolent
giggle.  "No one can ever blame us for being smokers, Nina.  It's fuckin'
perfect!"  She smiled at her friend.  "In fact, given how calm your mom is
now about Ashleigh smoking, I bet that she'll barely blink when eventually
she learns you smoke, too.  And your dad will never tell your mom the truth.
Will you, Mr. Caldwell?"

   Ken shook his head.  "Shit, I can't believe you girls.  You're so bad!"

   Nina chortled.  "No, that's not true.  We're not bad, Daddy.  We're
smokers.  And because we're smokers we have to do two things.  First, we need
to make sure we get to smoke.  You're helping us out nicely by letting us
smoke with you."  She flashed a sly smile before returning her cigarette to
her lips for another drag.  "Second, we have to protect ourselves, to make
sure nothing ever interferes with indulging our developing nicotine habits.
That's why we started the cigarette fairy thing in the first place, to make
damn sure Candice's family wouldn't go ballistic if and when they finally
realize that she smokes."

   Candice laughed alluringly.  "Anyway, Mr. Caldwell, you love Nina and me
being bad, don't you?  You don't mind.  No, you prefer it.  You love seeing
us act real fuckin' nasty."  The blond youngster hit provocatively on her
Marlboro Light.  "That's because in your own way you're just as bad as Nina
and me.  Nothing makes you happier than seeing girls of all ages, like Nina
and me, or like my mom, Taylor and Ashleigh, all turn into smokers."  She
tipped her head to exhale.  "You fuckin' love it, Mr. Caldwell, all of it.
You know you do.  So even if Nina and I _are_ bad, and we probably are, we're
just helping you live out your perverted little fantasy.  Isn't that right?"

   "There's no point in denying it, is there?"

   "None at all, Daddy," Nina cackled.  "So the next thing is you're gonna
tell Mom to invite the Pattersons over for a cookout."  Her eyes twinkled.
"You'll get to see Mrs. Patterson smoke in person, of course," she added
gleefully.  "You'll love that!  But now Mom wants to be friends with Mrs.
Patterson and so we're gonna make sure that happen, aren't we?"  After he
nodded she continued.  "Then you _will_ make friends with Candice's dad and
encourage him to smoke.  Candice is right.  Her dad will just _love_ your
smoking videos!"

   Ken smiled wryly.  "Okay, you girls are in charge."  He sighed.  "But
yeah, you're right.  All this isn't so bad.  I rather like some parts of our
little arrangement.  Since we've been coming to my office every night and on
weekends I've seen a real nice changes in your smoking styles.  Both you
girls are quickly maturing into honest-to-God, hardcore smokers," he said
with a congratulatory smile.  "It's been a real treat for me to watch it
happen to you."

   "That's the spirit," Candice laughed.  "May as well make the best of it,
Mr. Caldwell.  We expect to keep getting your help, and a constant supply of
cigarettes, till the day when someday Nina and I can finally both smoke in
the open.  The next step will be your wife finally realizing that Nina smokes
just like Ashleigh.  But you'll convince Mrs. Caldwell it's okay, because you
and she'd never want to stand in Nina's way.  Right?"

   Ken nodded.  "And at the present rate, girls, I suspect that day may not
be too far in the future!"

   "I hope not, Daddy," Nina giggled.  "I sure as hell hope not!"

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