Smoke And Mirrors, Part 12

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 12: Lipstick and Mascara:

With her mini skirt and sexy blouse, and the long cigarette in her hand
Suzanne could not believe that the reflection in the mirror was really hers.
She brought the cigarette to her lips, watching in the mirror out of the
corner of her eye. She unconsciously inhaled deeply as had become her
practice. Gone were any of the side effects of dizziness or nausea. She was
enjoying every deep inhale. She exhaled as the smoke continued to escape from
her nose, observing her style. Her transformation had been miraculous. With
the new clothes and the long cigarette, she now looked like an entirely
different person. Gone was the prudish high school geek. The image was now
that of a sensuous sex kitten. She looked naughtily sexy. Meow, she jokingly
thought to herself.

Jill could see that Suzanne liked what she saw. Suzanne continued to take
periodic drags and was surprised to see that there was still nearly three
quarter's of her cigarette left. Suzanne commented, "These certainly last
much longer than the others, don't they?

"Yes." Jill agreed, thinking to herself. What those 120's lack in strength
was replaced by the quantity of nicotine. "What do you think about your new
cigarettes?" Jill said as smoke exited her own lips.

Suzanne immediately took another deep drag, and started to speak before
exhaling, "Oh, I just love their smooth creamy taste." The smoke came out
with every word. Then, she cleared her lungs, with a long clearing exhale.
This is so neat -- she thought. She had just learned another new trick. It
was obvious wasn't it? Even talking doesn't have to interrupt your smoking.

"Glad you like them. You have good taste, Suzanne. I think there is still
hope for you." Jill said with a shit-eating grin on her lips.

"Well, we had better start getting ready. I'll shower first, and then you're
next. You finish your cigarette while I'm cleaning up. After your shower, we
are going to give you a complete makeover to go with your new outfit. I have
some makeup that I picked up today. I think you'll like the effect." Jill
again spoke with experience.

"Sounds great!" Suzanne said.

Jill went into the bathroom and Suzanne heard the shower start up. She was
just about to go to her room to change when the phone surprised her. She
nervously looked down at her half finished cigarette in her hand, as the
phone rang another time. Oh hell, no one will know, and it's not even half
finished, she thought. These are very long-. she reminded herself again.

She quickly picked up the phone, "Hello?" as she heard a very familiar voice
on the end of the line.

"Suzanne, it's your mother. Did you break your fingers at that expensive
college of yours?" she said sarcastically. Suzanne was taken aback as she
nervously looked down at the cigarette still burning in her hand. It was just
like her mother to call and spoil the moment.

"Oh, hi Mom. Sorry, I have been very busy with school and stuff." Suzanne
said with a slight tremble in her voice. "Suzanne, you sound a bit funny. Is
everything all right?" Suzanne thought for a moment -She knows I'm smoking.
Then she thought, No-that would be impossible. "I'm fine mom," she said with
an attempt to sound calm.

"How come your voice sounds different?" she questioned.

"I must be coming down with a cold, I guess. No big deal, Mom." Suzanne said
protectively.

"Oh, I have been worrying about you Suzanne- Are you finding it easy to fit
in? Have you made any friends at school, yet?"  Suzanne smiled as she looked
down at the cigarette, with the smoke slowly drifting upwards. "Well, my
roommate has been great. She's a senior and has been helping me adjust to
college life-" She smiled at the irony.

"Well that's good. I hope I get a chance to meet her some day." The thought
of her very straight mother meeting Jill was unimaginable. Her mother had
always made it clear that anyone who smoked was beyond approach. It was
something that a good Catholic just didn't do.

"She's been a great friend showing me around. She even let's me share some of
her clothes." Suzanne continued.

"Oh, she sounds really nice. What a kind thing to do."

Suzanne paused and then a rebellious thought came to her. She would have
loved to say, "And by the way Mom, Jill taught me how to smoke last week.
Today I bought my first pack of cigarettes, and since this morning I have
smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, and I just love it. What do you think
about that?"

She chuckled as she tried to quell that thought. She couldn't help herself,
she felt so bold. I'm going to take a drag, she thought. She moved the
receiver away from her mouth and nervously took a deep pull. She then
continued to speak. "Well Mom, I'm just getting ready to go out, so I'll give
you a call tomorrow morning. Okay?" Suzanne said.

Her mother sounded disappointed. "Sure, baby, okay if you have to go. Call
me. Have fun tonight, and be good. We'll talk tomorrow, Goodbye". The
receiver clicked off.

As Suzanne's mother hung up the phone, she knew somehow that there was
something different about Suzanne. Her daughter did not seem quite the same.
She had always had time for her mother. It had surprised her that she did not
want to talk to her. And why did she sound so nervous on the phone? She
couldn't put her finger on it, but something had changed. Tomorrow, when she
had more time to talk, she would find out what was going on. A mother's
instincts were never wrong.

Suzanne crushed out her cigarette. Her successful deception gave her a guilty
pleasure. She liked how she had handled the situation. She hadn't lied, but
of course she hadn't told the truth. Her mother would never understand.
Hopefully she would never have to deal with it, because she knew it would be
a problem. Strangely, the secret aspect of her behavior was one of the things
that she was enjoying. It was something the old Suzanne would have never
considered.

As Jill came out of the bathroom, she said, "Who was on the phone?"

"Oh, my Mom." Suzanne said smiling.

"Oh that's nice. How is she?" Jill questioned.

"Well, we had a nice chat. Jill, you are not going to believe this. I was
actually smoking while talking to my mother on the phone." Jill grinned.

"Well-what she doesn't know won't hurt her? Right?" Jill said, smirking.

"Yeah, I guess so, but I do feel a little guilty." Suzanne's voice softened.

Jill again smiled, deciding to change the subject. "Well the new Suzanne has
become quite the girl"

Suzanne liked the sound of that. "The new Suzanne."

"You better get in the shower, as we don't have that much time." Jill said
forcefully.

After Suzanne got in the bathroom, Jill started to get ready for the night
out. She always smoked while putting on her makeup. It was a requirement to
have her companion cigarette burning by your side. Hmmm, she thought to
herself. With a little lipstick and mascara, Suzanne's transformation would
soon be complete.

She would of course suggest to Suzanne that she should light up during her
makeover. Ah yes, associations, so many associations. The apprenticeship must
continue. She noted that Suzanne already had adapted to the morning cigarette
with coffee, the one after a meal, the one as reward when completing a task,
and of course the bed time cigarette, an absolute necessity. And she had
bought her first pack, no two packs. That was another milestone. It would not
be long before Suzanne would start using her cigarettes for stress relief.
She couldn't wait till exams started. Of course there would be set backs, but
she knew that she would continue to smoke. It was becoming part of her. She
would be drinking tonight. She would want to show Phil her new smoking style.
By the end of tonight, she will probably have smoked at least another half
pack of cigarettes. That would be one and one half packs in a day. Soon the
cigarettes would take control of her life. Tomorrow, she would not only want
to have a cigarette, she would need a cigarette and the timing was great. On
Sunday, they would be there and she would have the whole day to smoke at her
leisure. Tonight would be the night, when the hook would be fully embedded.
She continued to apply her makeup carefully.

Thoughts continued to spin in her head. With her expertise, she would apply
artistic brush strokes to this blank uninteresting canvas named Suzanne.
There would be a good chance that the young Suzanne just might get lucky
tonight. She smiled one last time.

Suzanne came out of the bathroom. "Okay, I'm done. Wow, you look great! Your
eyes look so much bigger with mascara, and what kind of lipstick is that?"
noting her full red lips.

"So many questions and so little time," Jill joked. "Glad you like my look,
sit down over here, and we will see what we can do to for you."

"So what have you got in store for me?" Suzanne said curiously. Jill had set
up the make up mirror and a myriad of cosmetics along with Suzanne's
cigarettes and the large crystal ashtray on the table.

"I've noticed that you don't wear too much make up?" Jill said.

"My mother never let me wear any kind of make up in high school. She said
that it made girls look like prostitutes. So I've never owned much makeup and
have never learned how to put it on," Suzanne said with an embarrassed tone.

Jill laughed. "Well, we'll have to change all that! Your mother certainly has
some unique ideas. I'd love to meet her. She needs some exposure to the real
world."

"That is an understatement," Suzanne said as she thought what would happen if
they had a chance to exchange their contrasting beliefs.

Jill then said, changing the flow of the conversation. "Well, I nearly went
to beautician school, so let me see what I can do. Do you mind if I have one
your cigarettes? "Jill said casually.

"No go ahead, please," as Suzanne shook two loose from the pack. Jill smiled
as Suzanne offered her a light, and proceeded to also light one up. "Okay,
first we'll do something with your hair." She took Suzanne's thick dark hair
in her hands and started to position it in various ways.

"Let's see, I think tonight you need a look that shows the mysterious side of
you." She expertly started styling Suzanne's hair, pulling one side of it
tight behind her ear. The other side was smoothly brushed to form a long wave
of hair that curled down and inward under her chin. This style was designed
so that when Suzanne leaned her head downwards, her hair would cover part of
her face, making her look rather chic. Suzanne continued to smoke
periodically, always making sure to watch the smoke escape from her lips in
the magnifying cosmetic mirror. She could see that her inhales were now just
like Jill's.

Jill thought maybe this is a good time to show Suzanne a new smoking trick.
It was time for her snap inhale lesson. Jill waited till she was directly in
front of Suzanne, then took a long drag, and then let a bit of smoke escape
from her mouth making a lovely round ball. Then she deliberately made the
ball of smoke quickly disappear as she inhaled deeply. This performance did
not go unnoticed by Suzanne.

"That looks really cool. How did you do that? ." Suzanne said.

"Do what?" Jill said.

"What you just did?" Suzanne naively said.

"Oh-. That! It's what they call a snap inhale."

"Can I try that?" Suzanne said, as she concentrated on her magnified image in
the cosmetic mirror.

"Be my guest." Jill said.

Suzanne watched herself carefully in the mirror, as she mimicked Jill's
previous demonstration. It did look good, she thought, but she would need a
bit more practice. She would have to try that tonight when Phil was watching.
She noted to herself, that the air mixed in with the smoke allowed her to
inhale the smoke even more deeply. She liked the look and the effect.

Jill interrupted, "If you are not too busy smoking, could we maybe get some
lipstick on those naked lips of yours?"  Jill, thought to herself carefully,
hmmmm-candy apple red-yeah let's try that color. She carefully applied the
lipstick to Suzanne's virgin lips. Suzanne was taken aback at how sexy the
lipstick looked on her lips, making them look full yet cherubic. "Now let me
touch that up," as Jill used a lipstick pencil, to outline Suzanne's lips.
"There, what do you think?" Jill said with a satisfied tone to her voice.

"I think I look toooo sexy-" Suzanne said laughing.

"Is it all right to smoke, with this stuff on?" Suzanne joked.

"It's not only all right, its mandatory!" Jill said enthusiastically. Both
girls laughed at this remark. Suzanne placed the cigarette firmly between her
freshly coated lips. She noted almost immediately that the lipstick provided
softness to her lips, and gave her better contact with the cigarette as she
gently sucked. It felt great she thought, like they were made to go together.

She watched herself exhale in the mirror and liked the way the smoke exited
her pursed red lips. She also noted that some of the lipstick had come off
and had coated the filter that just moments ago had been between her lips.
The sight of the lipstick on her cigarette slightly aroused her. It did look
sexy, she thought.

Jill continued to work her magic.

A little mascara, a touch of blue eye shadow, and finally a pair of small
gold looped earrings. "So what do you think? Naughty enough for you Suzanne?"

Suzanne could not believe her eyes. She seemed to have been transformed from
a girl into a woman in only a few minutes. "You've made me into a woman, I
really like it."

"Here, put this matching nail polish on, while I get dressed," as she handed
her the container. Without warning, Jill gave Suzanne a squirt of her
expensive perfume. The smell of the perfume along with the faint smell of
smoke in her hair seemed almost intoxicating.

Suzanne carefully applied the polish, as the transformation neared its
completion. She carefully painted a couple of nails, and then indulged
herself, with a nice long drag. This was so relaxing, to smoke while you were
doing your makeup, she thought.

When her nails had dried, she went about tidying up the apartment. She
emptied and cleaned the crystal ashtray, and placed her extra long cigarettes
and her lighter in her purse. She thought to herself, I had better not forget
these. Tonight is the night that I show Phil the new Suzanne. I wonder what
his reaction will be? She still looked forward to lighting up her first
cigarette in front of Phil. Suzanne reminded herself of all the lessons that
Jill had given her. She would be the symbol of smoking sexiness. Phil's eyes
would not stray that night, they would be transfixed on her every move. She
knew she had the technique down pat. Phil would be a goner. Thoughts of
losing her virginity entered her mind. If she played her cards right, she
would have Phil inside her. She blushed at these thoughts, but began to feel
wet with anticipation. The self-gratification she had had this morning had
stimulated her sexual desires. She wanted to feel that wonderful experience
again, and this time with a man. With her newfound confidence, she knew it
would happen.

Phil was on time, arriving at 8:30 PM. The doorbell rang, and Suzanne said
she'd get it. As the door opened, Suzanne tried to hide her nervousness.
There was Phil standing there, wearing a pair of nicely tailored blue
trousers, with a crisply pressed pale blue shirt accentuating his well
defined waist and chest. His sport jacket was casual but classy. He looked
more handsome than she had remembered.

Because the light wasn't on in the hall by the door, the foyer was a bit
dark. He nervously uttered, "Is Suzanne Leblanc here?"

Suzanne giggled out loud. "Phil, do you need glasses? It's me Suzanne!" She
turned on the hall light.

Phil couldn't believe his eyes. Gone was the immature young high school teen.
Standing before him now was a very sexy and voluptuous woman. His eyes darted
from her red lips, to her nails, to her short skirt, and finally to her full
breasts which were partially exposed, with her blouse sexily unbuttoned. Phil
blushed. "I can't believe that you are the same girl.

"You look absolutely beautiful. I love your outfit, and your hair. Your total
look is-how should I say-a bit naughty. What has gotten into you?" he asked
with a tone of absolute amazement.

A sly smile appeared on Suzanne's lips-. "Well-. it's like you said the other
night , `all it takes is just a little smoke and mirrors.'" There was a long
pause, as Phil continued to greedily drink in her sexy new image

"Well, this is the new me." Suzanne beamed. "Do you like what you see?"

"I like- I like very much." Phil sighed.

Phil and Suzanne went into the living room. Jill was getting dressed very
quietly, so she could eavesdrop on the conversation.

Suzanne smiled to herself, "A bit naughty, if he only knew. Wait till he sees
me light up one of these long cigarettes. Then he would really see `naughty'.
"

Phil sat down on the couch, and started to scan the room. His eyes quickly
noticed the large crystal ashtray on the coffee table. There was a definite
smell of stale smoke in the room. Hmmm-. interesting, he thought. At least
it's not filled with candies, he smiled. Suzanne's roommate must smoke. He
started to look forward to getting to the club, and presumably offering
Suzanne her second cigarette. He wondered if she would indulge him. What a
great evening this was going to be if both girls smoked. He just loved to be
surrounded by smoking ladies, and he knew the club would be filled with many
other delicious smoking women. He stiffened.

Jill appeared from her bedroom, looking poised and powerful. She introduced
herself, and after a bit of chitchat, agreed that Suzanne and Phil should go
ahead. They would meet Jill and Joe at the club. Joe was always running late,
so she didn't want to hold them up. She passed Suzanne the two VIP passes
that Joe had obtained. This would allow them to avoid the long lines on
opening night. Joe was a great guy and was well connected. He always seemed
to have the inside track on things. Plus, he screwed like a racehorse. Jill
smiled. For now, she would keep him to continue serving her womanly needs.

Phil looked Jill over very carefully. She was certainly sexy and confident.
His smoking radar was alert. Given the way she dressed and her attitude, she
was a smoker. This was going to be a night to remember, he sighed.

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