Smoke And Mirrors, Part 35

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 35: Evening the Score:

Saturday went well, with Giselle and Suzanne offering each other cigarettes
frequently throughout the day. They enjoyed the closeness while they smoked
together. With each of them fueling one another, they both managed to smoke a
pack by suppertime. Suzanne and Giselle were out of control, smoking like
there was no tomorrow. After all, guiltless pleasure was the best. Jill often
joined in the smoking get-togethers. Serge sat on the sidelines, feeling a
little left out. He knew Giselle would no longer be his obedient wife.

This had been Jill's moment of achievement. The Leblanc girls were now both
smokers. She smiled, as she knew she had been totally successful in
initiating another into the right of passage of smoking. There would be
others, but conquering Suzanne, and indirectly her mother, was just too
sweet. She paused to think. Hmm, next year hopefully, I'll have a job at a
large company. There will be many girls there that have not learned the
pleasures of smoking. She would continue her hobby. Or maybe she should
consider it her quest. She rubbed her hands together. Many more would soon be
joining the fold. She would see to that.

That night after dinner, Suzanne and Jill went out to hit some of Suzanne's
old high school haunts.

At the first club, Suzanne was delighted when she ran into a couple of her
former high school friends. Ironically they were the girls on the cheer
leading squad who had dared her to smoke and made fun of her. This was just
too sweet. They didn't even recognize Suzanne with her thin frame and stylish
clothes and new make up. She couldn't help herself. She walked up to Becky
and said hello and asked if she could borrow a cigarette. Becky was smoking
her usual Marlboro Reds. It was a bit dark in the club and Becky, after a bit
of an odd look, preceded to offer her one from her pack.

Suzanne piped up again. "Have you got a light?"

It was then that Becky recognized Suzanne. "Is that you, little Suzanne
Leblanc, from Lafayette High School?"

"The one and only!" Suzanne said smiling as she took a long deep draw and
blew the thick smoke nearly into Becky's face.

"I hardly recognized you! Your hair! You look so different. Have you lost
weight?" she said curiously. Then she remembered the time she had made fun of
Suzanne when she got her to try smoking.

"I see you now smoke?" she said with a bit of a surprised look on her face.

Suzanne double pumped the Marlboro Red deeply. "Oh this. It's such a nasty
habit, but I just love it."

Becky watched with amazement as Suzanne exhaled the thick smoke.

"You know Becky, it's really too bad you were such a bitch, that time when
you got me to try smoking and you deliberately made me get sick," Suzanne
said as the expression changed on Becky's face.

"Do you remember?" she said with a musical tone.

"Yeah. I think so," she said nervously.

"If it hadn't been for my good friend Jill here, I may have never learned the
true pleasures of smoking," she said disdainfully. "You were very cruel to
play a trick like that on me. I'll never forgive you for doing that," she
said as she took one more long deep drag, blowing the smoke directly into
Becky's face. She then deliberately dropped her cigarette in Becky's wine
glass.

Without even blinking, Suzanne then said in a loud voice. "Don't you ever
fuck with me or anyone else like that again, or I will personally kick your
ass. Do you understand?!?" she said as she pressed up against Becky and
glared in her face.

Becky stammered. "Ummm- sure- Yeah -. Okay, I promise. Whatever you say." She
said meekly.

"Good!" Suzanne said in a loud voice. "I'm glad we understand each other."

There was a long pause as Suzanne continued to glare at Becky.

"Jill, let's get out of here and have a cigarette and a drink with someone
who has a bit of class," she said as she turned to leave.

Jill smiled as they turned. She had never seen Suzanne so confident.

As the girls returned to their table, Jill could not hold back her thoughts
any longer. "What in damn blazes has gotten into you? We just about got
ourselves into a cat fight back there."

Suzanne removed a VS120 from the pack that she had bought specifically for
that night and lit up, taking a long hard pull. The thick smoke slowly
escaped from her nose. Ahhhh, that was much better, she thought.

"Well, it was a score I had to settle. They really wanted to make fun of me
back then. They were cruel. If they had only taken the time to show me to
smoke like you did, I could have been smoking back in high school. I missed
out on a lot because of those girls. I just wanted them to know how I felt.
Someday, I'll get the chance to teach someone to smoke; I'll be compassionate
and patient and understanding, just like you were with me. I'll make sure
that they join our club. That will be my objective."

Jill blushed. She hadn't exactly been compassionate, more like devious, but
she had been patient. Jill thought that maybe now Suzanne had a bit too much
confidence.

"Okay, okay-I see your point. Just take it easy and take another drag on your
cigarette. You're way too tense."

Both girls laughed. She dragged hard again. "Ahhh, yes," she said. That
relaxing feeling was back. The stress was exhaled with her cigarette smoke.
"That's a lot better," she said, becoming calmer.

With Jill and Suzanne smoking the long VS120's, there was a constant lineup
of guys wanting to dance with them, buy them drinks, and light their long
cigarettes. This was the life, Suzanne thought. It doesn't get any better
than this. She glanced down at the pack. I owe it all to these long white
babies. She inhaled another long drag. As she noticed the numerous eyes on
her, she realized that she was no longer the meek obedient Suzie Q. She was
now a woman who could handle herself in any situation. The cigarettes just
somehow made her feel more confident. She knew if she put her mind to it, she
could pretty well do anything. She gently put her hand on the package. They
would always be close at hand for a long time, a very long time.

As the girls drove home that night, in Giselle's car they began to talk and
rehash the evening's events.

Jill paused for a moment. "Suzanne? What did you mean in the club when you
were talking about a plan to teach someone to smoke? What kind of plan?" Jill
asked curiously.

Suzanne smiled for a moment. "You know? The objective? You know exactly what
I mean. The need to smoke, not just wanting to. That is when it is the best.
Relieving those deep cravings, over and over again," she said taking a long
deep pull. "You taught me that, and someday soon that is what I'll do, if I
get the chance."

"Well, yes, I guess you're right. But what do you mean if you get the
chance?" Jill asked cautiously.

"I was talking to Ashley a while back, and she told me a story about how she
taught all the friends in her group to smoke. She knew that they would
eventually get hooked, but she still did it. She said to this day, they are
all still grateful to her and still smoke. I want to do that for someone too.
Just like Melissa did for you, and you for me, and I'm guessing that Danielle
did for my mother. Can you believe it? My mother smokes and she is totally
hooked, just like me. Plus, I think all girls should at least try smoking in
college. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah, sure. The more the merrier." Jill said, smiling.

"They can always quit when they graduate," she said sarcastically.

"That is, if they can?"

Then she started to laugh evilly.

"Of course they won't be able to, when I'm finished with them. They will get
totally hooked." She took an extra long drag.

Jill was nearly bursting.

"You know how it works? Challenge them, start them slow, get their
confidence, and just keep them smoking everyday. Always be there, offering
them another cigarette. Teach them how to inhale deeply right from the start.
Start them off with a light cigarette. Get them to smoke more and more each
day. Pay them complements and encourage them. Tell them how good they look.
Once they are inhaling fully, convert them to the full flavored cigarettes.
Pretty soon they're past the point of no return and you've got them for
keeps. Hooked for life. Just like you did to me. Years from now they will
always say, `It was that Suzanne Leblanc who taught me how to smoke.' I want
to teach someone the bliss of *needing* a cigarette. Do you think that
devilish?"

Jill paused for a long moment. "No Suzanne, more like angelic, my dear
Suzanne. Definitely angelic."

Both girls laughed and proceeded to light up again. Jill watched Suzanne
smoking. This girl had come a long way in a short time. She was now ready for
the world. Fathers around the world should lock up their daughters. Suzanne
the Nicotine Angel was on her way. No one would be safe.

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