Animal Magnetism - the sequel, Part 2

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ANIMAL MAGNETISM - THE SEQUEL

2.	Power Boost.

   Debbie fumed.  The nerve of that Bill Johnson!  But she had to smile.  He
had the power; she felt sure of it!  And he knew he did, too.  The one thing
he didn't suspect, and she was almost certain of this, was that _she_ had the
power, too.

   She hadn't met anyone else who had the power since she used to talk to her
grandma as a teenager.  She also had the power, God rest her soul!  She
remembered her grandma explaining why she enjoyed their visits so much.
"Being with you, Debbie, makes my power stronger," she explained then.
"Together, it makes us both stronger."

   In her early teen years, Debbie began to notice a strange, growing
influence over her friends, her family and teachers.  She always got A's after
elementary school.  She became the most popular girl in her class.  Her
parents and older brother did anything she asked, including, in her brother's
case, supplying her with cigarettes when she started to smoke.

   When her grandma moved back to town, she explained it all to Debbie.  Her
grandma had the power, too, and she didn't understand it either.  But she told
her that in her case, too, it started at puberty and reached its peak in her
twenties.  Then it began to diminish.  But in her younger days, her grandma
could apparently get others to do anything.  She and Debbie spent many hours
talking about the power and how it worked.  She learned a lot from her
grandma.  She also learned that her grandma always got a power boost spending
time with Debbie.  Her grandma's power seemed revitalized by being around her.
Her grandma warned Debbie to use the power wisely, and mostly, she did.  The
most perverse thing she'd ever done up to that time was making her brother buy
cigarettes for her; and she gave that up when she quit smoking.

   Sure enough, as grandma predicted, Debbie saw her power wane as she reached
her thirties.  Her influence remained strong enough to get people to quit
smoking when she talked about SmokeStopperz or ran one of her classes.  Her
job as Director of Human Resources at Allied was largely due to the power.  It
wasn't as strong anymore, but she  still knew how to use it effectively, to
get what she wanted most of the time.

   Now she'd finally met someone else with the power.  If her grandma was
right, just being around Bill would make her power grow stronger again, at
least for a while.  She felt it inside her growing stronger, just from meeting
with the bastard.  It felt good; very good, in fact!  She sighed.  As much as
she hated the idea, she might have to invite Bill Johnson back for another
meeting.  She wanted more; more power boost.

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   Bill smiled driving back to his office.  The meeting with Debbie Simpson
didn't go well, but he had a great chat with her cute assistant, Cheryl
Landon.  As always, his animal magnetism worked like a charm.  He watched her
listen to him talk about why he loved to smoke.  He could see the hunger
growing in her eyes as went on and on about how wonderful smoking was.  Yes,
Cheryl'd be thinking about smoking all day.  It was too bad he'd probably
never see her again.  After one more session, she'd be buying a pack of
cigarettes.  God, she was cute as a button!  With that silky auburn hair and
big brown eyes, Cheryl would make a great looking smoker!

   Ever since Bill met Dr. Sheryl Richardson, he knew his animal magnetism,
his strange influence over other people, wasn't normal.  At first the doctor
tried to convince him it was merely his imagination.  But when Sheryl started
smoking, medical training and all, he knew better.  Practicing psychiatrists
don't start smoking without explanation.  He took her to bed, and eventually
she admitted his animal magnetism was more than natural charm; much more.  She
couldn't explain it, but the experience with Sheryl finally proved beyond a
shadow of a doubt that his magnetism was a real psychic power.

   He used his unusual influence whenever he wanted.  It made him successful
in sales, but he mainly got a kick out of convincing beautiful women to take
up smoking or, in the case of reformed smokers, to backslide into the habit.
He himself loved to smoke.  He knew he was addicted.  But his fetish gave him
reason to exert that influence over girls like poor Cheryl.  The thrill of the
hunt never got old.  He bedded Tami, Allied's Controller, Mike Lachey's
assistant Beth, and Tami's assistant Suzi.  All three were smoking openly and
regularly.  And they all adopted smoking styles that excited him; long,
cheek-hollowing drags, nice open-mouthed snap inhales, and exhales sustained
over several breaths.  He sighed and stroked his cock under his seatbelt.  The
thought of beautiful female smokers, women who smoked only because of what he
did to change their minds, made him incredibly hot!

   But Debbie Simpson was the conquest he wanted.  Mike told him about her,
about her fanatical anti-smoking convictions.  His animal magnetism quickly
changed Mike's anti-smoking sentiments, of course.  Soon things at Allied
would change.  Tami, Beth and Suzi still had to go outside to smoke.  But with
his help, the company's policy would relax.  Soon he'd convince Mike to make
the executive office suite a smoker friendly environment.  Only Debbie Simpson
stood in his way.  What better test for his animal magnetism than to confront
her anti-smoking activism?  She'd soon change Debbie's mind about smoking, he
felt sure.

   But Debbie's resistance was the strongest he'd seen in a while.  After one
session where he extolled the pleasure of smoking, girls were usually eating
out of his hand.  But not Debbie.  She stiffened the more he waxed eloquent.
He smiled.  Well, he was stiffening, too, just thinking about her.  She was
older, but sexy as hell for a woman in her thirties!  Yeah, he wanted her.  He
wanted Debbie to buy his HR program; he wanted her to smoke; and he wanted to
fuck her.  He had to find a way to see her again.  He smiled.  Perhaps Tami
could help.  He laughed.  No 'perhaps' about it.  If he asked, she'd do
anything for him.  They always did.

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   Debbie leaned back in her chair and sighed.  She just ended a meeting with
a fired Allied employee who had threatened a sexual harassment charge.
Allied's in-house lawyer was with her, and the employee's lawyer, but Debbie
did all the talking.  By the time they finished, the fired employee and her
lawyer apologized for the threat and agreed to drop it for a miniscule
severance payment.  "Yeah, the power's back, stronger than ever.  It's from
meeting with that asshole Bill," she mused.  "Grandma was right.  Spending
time with someone else who also has the power _does_ strengthen it!"

   It'd been years since she could change an opponent's mind that quickly and
easily!  And it felt great, controlling them effortlessly.  God, she missed
that!  No wonder grandma always loved her visits.  She must've felt the same
rush, the same thrill of feeling her control over others return in greater
strength.  Yeah, it was a real aphrodisiac, a real turn on.  It felt _so_
good; like sex, only better!

   She had to meet Bill Johnson again.  She had to get more power
reinforcement from being near him.  She'd have Cheryl call him, apologize on
her behalf for being boorish, and set up a second appointment.  She wasn't
stupid.  He tried to use his power on her, to make her smoke.  The dumb-ass!
He didn't realize she, too, had the power, so it didn't work.  Unfortunately,
spending time with him would  probably increase his power, too, so he'd have
even more influence over people like Mike, Tami, Roger and Suzi.  Well, too
bad.  It was a necessary evil.  She wanted, she needed, the power boosts he
unwittingly gave, even if it meant strengthening his ability to control
others.  She could live with that.  After all, she saw the people at Allied
every day, much more that he did.

   She hit the call button on her phone.  "Cheryl, can you come in?"

   The pretty brunette appeared in the doorway.

   "Do me a favor.  Call Bill Johnson.  Get his number from Suzi or Beth.
Tell him I profusely apologize for grand-standing him.  I want him to come
back and show me his HR program.  Despite what I said, I realize I need to see
his product.  Can you call this afternoon?"

   "Sure, Debbie.  But I thought you and he didn't hit it off?"

   "Why did you think that?"

   "Well, he told me," Cheryl hesitated.  "He said you don't like him because
he smokes."  She giggled.  "I thought he was really cute.  I'd sure sit and
listen to him give me a sales pitch!"

   Yeah, you would, Debbie silently nodded.  And I know why.  "Cheryl, just
call.  Beg him to come in if you have to.  I want his ass in here tomorrow at
the latest.  Got it?"

   She nodded.  "Got it!"

   As Cheryl left, Debbie realized something.  Bill told Cheryl she didn't
like him because he smoked.  Did he also plant seeds in her head about
smoking?  She hoped not, but it was time for action, to use her revitalized
power to head off any intrusion by that pro-smoking bastard!

   "Hey, Cheryl, come back in here for second."

   The pretty brunette reappeared.  Debbie smiled.  "Cheryl, Bill and I did
have a little disagreement about smoking.  I just wanted to clear the air, so
to speak."

   "Okay."

   "The thing is, Bill believes there's nothing wrong with a person deciding
to smoke cigarettes.  I disagree.  It's a foul habit, and one to be avoided at
all costs.  Don't you agree?"

   Her assistant looked confused.  "Sure, yeah, of course."

   "You never want to be a smoker, do you, Cheryl?"

   The brunette rolled her eyes.  "Of course not, Debbie.  God!  Just because
I think he's cute doesn't mean that I approve of his smoking!"

   "I didn't mean to suggest otherwise.  I just want you to know that I'm not
saying Bill's a bad person or anything.  He's just misguided.  But we know
better.  Right?"

   Cheryl nodded aggressively.  "Absolutely, Debbie.  Is that it?"

   "Yeah, that's it."

   She left.  Debbie grinned.  That took care of any seeds Bill tried to plant
in his assistant's unsuspecting brain.  "I out-maneuvered you, Bill," she
whispered.  "I'm not stupid."

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   Bill clicked off his cell phone.  He canceled his lunch appointment for the
next day.  He was pleased.  An hour earlier he got a call from Cheryl, Debbie
Simpson's assistant.  Debbie wanted to meet again as soon as possible.  He
promised to cancel his lunch appointment for the next day to open a slot in
his schedule for Debbie.  He sighed.  Nothing was more important than
increasing the number of beautiful female smokers at Allied.  God, this was
great.  His animal magnetism still worked like a charm!

   He was in a bar on the north side of town.  It was six o'clock.  In the
doorway appeared a beautiful blond woman of about twenty-five.  She smiled at
Bill and walked over.

   "Hi, Bill," she cooed gracefully, giving him a peck on the cheek.  "It's
nice of you to meet me for a drink tonight."

   "Thanks for coming, Suzi.  Tell me.  How are things in the accounting
department at Allied these days?"

   "Shit!  Don't ask.  Things are way too stressed," she groaned, but with a
smile.  She brushed her long blond hair back onto her shoulders.  She wore a
tight sleeveless dress.  Bill had to grin.  He loved the sight of a beautiful
girl's bare shoulders!

   From her purse Suzi took a leather cigarette pouch.  With no indecision she
removed a Marlboro 100 from the pack inside and put it in her mouth.  "My God!
I really need a cigarette right now," she sighed with anticipation, reaching
for her lighter.

   Before she readied it, Bill got his and held it in front of her face.  Suzi
smiled and leaned in to catch the flame.  She took a serious first drag on her
cigarette and inhaled deeply.  "Oh yeah," she groaned, smiling more than ever
with smoke inside her lungs.  "God, that's much better!"  She tipped her head
and slowly released a cone of exhaled smoke.

   Bill lit up a Marlboro 100 of his own.  All his girls smoked Marlboro
100's.  He loved to see women like Suzi addicted to strong, full flavor
cigarettes.  "Smoking's great, isn't it, Suzi?"

   She nodded passionately.  "It sure is!  You know, I never smoked till you,
Tami and I went out for a drink that night after you taught us the new
accounting program.  Hearing you, Bill, I realized I was curious about
smoking.  Curiosity led to inquisitiveness; inquisitiveness led to
experimentation; and experimentation led to this!"  She triumphantly raised
her cigarette to her lips and pulled on it long and hard.  "God, I love to
smoke now.  It's the best!"

   "And you've never regretted it?  Even though some assholes frown on smoking
as an unhealthy and unpleasant activity, it doesn't matter to you, right?"

   Suzi earnestly nodded.  She exhaled at last.  A torrent of smoke burst from
her lips and nostrils.  She was wearing large gold, hoop earrings.  They
glittered in the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the window into the
smoky bar.  "You're absolutely right, Bill.  I don't care what those stupid
fuckers think.  Fuck them!"

   "Good girl.  That's the response I was hoping for."

   She sighed.  "I like being with you, Bill.  You make me feel good about
myself."

   He touched her hand.  "Suzi, making you feel good makes me feel good.  You
know?"

   With her other hand Suzi put her shrinking cigarette to her lips for a
drag.  "God, I love making you feel good, Bill.  I'd like to help you feel
good tonight.  Last time I made you feel really good, didn't I?"  She giggled.

   It was true.  Tami left early that night, but he and Suzi wound up in bed.
It was indeed good.  Before he could answer, however, he noticed Suzi watching
for something or someone out of the corner of her eye.  "What's up?"

   Suzi giggled with delight.  "Oh, goody," she exclaimed.  "She came!"

   Bill looked.  Walking into the bar was Cheryl Landon!  She spotted Suzi and
Bill, and smiled and waved.  She immediately walked toward their table.

   "Hi, guys," grinned the pretty brunette.  "I hope you don't mind, Bill, but
Suzi told me you two were meeting here around six.  Can I join you?"

   "Yeah, sure.  I'm delighted to see you again, Cheryl.  I don't mind at
all."

   No, he sure as hell didn't.  Cheryl looked sexy as hell!  She wore a tight
red tank top, khaki slacks and open-toed, slightly raised heels.  Her lightly
tanned, bare shoulders were a perfect complement to Suzi's.  "I'm glad Suzi
invited you, and that you stopped by," he went on.  "I enjoyed meeting you
today, Cheryl.  This will help us get to know each other better."

   The brunette sat and ordered a Bud Light from the waitress.  Meantime, Suzi
crushed out her first cigarette and without hesitation lit up another.

   Bill turned to Cheryl full of anticipation.  It was time to pounce.
"Cheryl, I hope you don't mind if Suzi and I both smoke while we all talk?"

   "No, I guess not."  She glanced at Suzi, who was busy exhaling a thick
stream of creamy white smoke upwards above her head.  She carefully made sure
it didn't hit Cheryl.  "You know, it's funny, Bill," she went on.  "Suzi never
smoked till recently.  Now she smokes constantly.  Until today I always felt
she was making a big mistake."  She smiled at her co-worker.  "I mean, working
with Debbie, all I hear is how terrible smoking is.  But then today you and I
chatted about it for a few minutes after you met with Debbie.  Remember?"

   "Oh, I remember.  I never forget a conversation with a beautiful woman,
Cheryl."

   She blushed.  "Thanks.  You said Debbie was mad because she blames you for
Mike Lachey, Tami, Beth and Suzi starting to smoke.  I didn't know, but I
guess none of 'em smoked till they met you.  It's just a coincidence, right?"

   "Yes, that's right.  Pure coincidence, Cheryl.  I like to smoke, and I
don't hesitate to let others know.  Mike, Tami, Beth and Suzi each had a
change of heart after listening to me.  If I remember, I told you that after
my meeting with Debbie."

   "Yeah, you did.  You said you think smoking's really pleasant, and you
don't understand why people like Debbie are so against it.  You even asked me
if I ever smoked."

   Bill nodded.  "Right.  You said you did smoke a little back in high
school?"

   It was Cheryl's turn to nod as  Suzi listened intently.  "It got me
thinking," she went on.  "I hadn't thought about smoking in years.  I never
was a serious smoker, even in high school.  But your comment today made me
think.  Believe it or not, I found myself wondering why on earth I shouldn't
try it again."

   Suzi broke in.  "Oh my God!  You should, Cheryl.  I am _so_ glad I smoke.
I really think you should smoke, too.  It'd be so cool!"

   "That's what's odd," Cheryl continued.  "After we talked, I talked to
Debbie.  She asked what I thought about smoking, you know, in light of her
discussion with you.  I heard myself tell Debbie I hated smoking, I had no
interest in it.  And really, it was true.  But it wasn't true until that very
moment.  Then when Debbie asked me about it, I suddenly found myself agreeing
with her one hundred percent.  All of a sudden, I hated smoking again."

   Suzi frowned.  "That _is_ weird."

   "It gets weirder, Suzi.  Debbie had me call to set up another meeting with
Bill.  I did, and I talked to you, Bill.  You asked if I'd thought any more
about smoking.  Right away I said I _had_ been thinking about it, and that I
was even thinking about trying it again!"  She laughed.  "Is that strange or
what?  I mean, my feelings about smoking have flip flopped back and forth all
afternoon.  I must be losing my mind!"

   Bill smiled.  "That _is_ interesting, Cheryl.  But forget everything that
happened earlier.  Just tell me this.  How do you feel about the subject of
smoking at this moment?"

   Cheryl giggled and looked at Suzi.  The blond held her cigarette beside her
head.  "Right now?  Well, to be honest, I guess I think I'd like to try it
again."  She shook her head.  "God, I don't know why, but suddenly, seeing you
guys smoking, and listening to you talk about how much you like it, damn, it
makes me want to light up, too.  Isn't that funny?"

   "It's not funny, Cheryl.  I think you should," Bill smiled.  "I'm a big
believer in people doing what they feel like.  There's no point in denying
yourself something you want.  Is there?"

   "I guess not."

   "And I think you'd really enjoy smoking a cigarette right now, wouldn't
you?"

   Cheryl slowly nodded.  "I would.  You know what?  You're right!  Yeah, I
_would_ like to smoke a cigarette with you guys.  In fact, I'd like that a
lot!"

   Suzi pulled a Marlboro 100 from her cigarette pouch.  She gave it to
Cheryl.  "These aren't lights, Cheryl.  They're full strength.  I hope you
won't find it too harsh."

   "Oh, don't worry, Suzi.  Cheryl won't think it's too harsh," Bill
interjected.  "She'll love it.  I guarantee it.  That cigarette will taste
super good to Cheryl.  Just wait and see."

   The brunette carefully took the unlit cigarette in her fingers.  Suzi
clicked her lighter and offered Cheryl a light.  She leaned in and caught it.

   Cheryl inhaled a small puff and then released a stream of smoke through her
lips.  "Oh my God, you're right, Bill.  This tastes great!"

   "Of course it does.  That's because you love to smoke, Cheryl.  You always
have.  Like Suzi, deep down you've always been a smoker.  You've missed it
since high school!  It feels good to smoke again.  And you know what?  There's
nothing's more beautiful than a gorgeous woman, like you, Cheryl, or like you,
Suzi, smoking a cigarette.  It's so elegant, so sophisticated looking, and
frankly so sexy.  It's just hot!  Don't you guys think so?"

   The women gazed at one another.  They both began to smile naughtily.
Cheryl spoke first.  "I never thought about it, but you know what?  You're
absolutely right, Bill.  Suzi does look incredibly cute and sexy smoking her
cigarette!"

   "And so do you, Cheryl," Suzi gushed.  "You look as elegant as can be!"

   Bill nodded.  "The only thing sexier than a pretty woman holding a
cigarette is when she takes a hard drag, pulls the smoke deep into her chest
and then finally exhales through her lips and nostrils.  Now _that's_ sexy.
Don't you two agree?"

   The girls giggled.  "Like this, Bill?" Suzi asked, hitting on her Marlboro
100.  She inhaled the smoke and then released it through smiling lips, with
small wisps of smoking also escaping through her nose.

   "Yeah, that's nice," he sighed happily.  "Don't you think that's neat,
Cheryl?"

   "It sure is," the brunette said admiringly.  "Let me try, Suzi!"

   Cheryl and Suzi continued smoking and admiring one another's styles.  Bill
sat back to assess the situation.  Something strange was happening.  Usually,
convincing a non-smoker like Cheryl to smoke took time, much more than he'd
spent with her.  Yet here she was, a few hours after their first brief
encounter, smoking and loving it, finding herself and her friend sexy as hell.
It was particularly odd in light of Cheryl's prior strong anti-smoking
sentiments, which came from working for Debbie Simpson.  Why was it so
effortless this time to convert her?

   Bill watched Cheryl trim her cigarette in the ashtray.  She had experienced
an immediate turn-around in her opinions about smoking.  Talking after the
appointment with Debbie, Cheryl seemed unusually open.  But then she had a
complete change of heart talking with Debbie, only to again change her mind
after she called to schedule a new appointment.  It was all very bizarre.
Usually his animal magnetism didn't affect people on the phone.  But based on
what Cheryl said, that last brief telephone discussion, where he again asked
her about smoking, had worked to completely override the new objections Debbie
put in her head.  It was odd!

   But that wasn't all.  Something weird happened in his meeting with Debbie,
too.  He felt a familiar presence, overwhelming energy.  He wondered:  Did
Debbie have animal magnetism, too?  Did it keep Cheryl in line, committed to
being a non-smoker, until he interjected himself, first that afternoon and
then again during their brief, end-of-the-day call?  He didn't know.  He'd
never known anyone else with his ability.  But the more he considered the
possibility, the more he began to think Debbie might.  He recognized the
energy, the power, emanating from her.  If he was right, that explained
Debbie's amazing track record, her unusual ability to influence people to quit
smoking in astounding numbers.  Was that why she wanted to meet again?  Did
she think she could change _his_ mind about smoking?

   More important, was his time with Debbie connected to the increased
effectiveness he sensed in his animal magnetism after their meeting?  He made
two calls after seeing her, and in both his clients immediately bought new
computer software.  That wasn't unusual; he always relied on animal magnetism
to convince customers to buy his programs.  But the difference today was in
the speed.  Ordinarily it took cajoling before customers collapsed under his
animal magnetism, just like it took time for a non-smoking female to adopt his
views.  And yet, there was Cheryl.  After only moments in his presence, she
enthusiastically embraced a habit she never imagined she'd ever do again.

   He decided to try an experiment.  He loved to plant seeds about lesbianism
in the heads of his female companions.  He'd enjoyed many troikas with girls
who never dreamed of making love to another woman.

   "Can I ask you girls a question?  It's pretty personal, so I hope you won't
take offense."

   Suzi smiled.  "Bill, nothing you ask or say will offend me.  Don't you
agree, Cheryl?"

   The brunette nodded enthusiastically.  "No problem, Bill.  What do you want
to know?"

   "I'm glad you're open-minded.  Tell me.  Have either of you ever been with
another woman?  Sexually, I mean?"

   Simultaneously both of them shook their heads from side to side.

   "I just wondered.  You seem like girls who'd enjoy sexual experimentation.
Beautiful women like you girls are really sexy, especially when you smoke.
It's _such_ a turn-on to see a pretty girl smoking!  Don't you both think so?"

   Cheryl and Suzi turned to look at each other.  Slowly the lights went on.
They smiled.  Bill could see the change happening.  They began to see and
appreciate each other in the new way he suggested.  Gradually, slowly, the
sincere admiration they felt for one another began turning to unqualified
lust.  Suzi was the first to say anything.

   "God!  You know, I never saw it, I never noticed, till right now," she
gasped.  "But you're right, Bill.  My God, Cheryl.  You are _so_ fuckin'
beautiful!  You're incredibly sexy!"

   The brunette giggled.  "Thanks, Suzi.  God, you're pretty hot yourself!
Seeing that lovely body, your beautiful face, and sitting beside you?  God,
you make my head swim!  You're so pretty; and so sexy.  You look especially
hot holding that cigarette!"  She giggled uncontrollably.  "Damn it, Suzi!
You look good enough to eat!"

   "You girls are both so attractive, so incredibly desirable.  You should be
proud of yourselves.  And you should be especially proud that you're smoking.
Smoking makes you both look incredibly hot!  Don't you think that's right?"

   Suzi let out a lustful sigh.  "Oh my God, yes it does!"  She took a
luxurious drag and tipped her head, slowly and seductively exhaling a thick
stream of smoke at Cheryl.  The brunette never flinched; she let the smoke
cascade around her.  "Fuck!  I don't know why I never noticed," Suzi went on.
"You look so incredibly hot, Cheryl, especially when you smoke!"

   Cheryl put her cigarette in her mouth.  Doing her best to appear sultry,
she dragged hard.  She smiled at Suzi as she released a slow, purposeful cone
of smoke in her friend's direction.  "I could watch you smoke all day, Suzi,
baby," she sighed.  "I love to see you smoke!"

   Time for the next step, Bill decided.  Usually the change of heart he just
witnessed took more time.  Tonight it took only seconds.  Yes, he was
definitely on top of his game!

   "You'll both want to try this.  Let me assure you, it's okay.  If you like,
you can kiss each other, right here.  It won't bother me.  In fact, I'd like
to see you do it.  And I think you'd like it."

   Cheryl let out a long sigh.  "Oh God, I'd love to kiss you, Suzi."  She
groaned with desire.  Smiling sweetly, her free hand began stroking Suzi's
long blond hair.  "You're so adorable, Suzi.  There's nothing I want more than
to kiss you right this second!"

   "Then let's do it, Cheryl.  I feel the same about you," moaned Suzi.  She
leaned forward and their lips met.  With eyes closed, they kissed lightly.
Then Suzi opened her mouth and forced her tongue between Cheryl's lips.
Cheryl involuntarily groaned, and they fervently french-kissed for several
passionate moments.

   "That looks like fun," Bill interrupted.  His cock was hardening.  "Is it?"

   "Oh God," gasped Cheryl, unwillingly pulling herself away from the blond
girl.  "Oh God, that was great!  Didn't you think so, Suzi?"

   Suzi nodded.  "You know I did!  It was tantalizingly sweet, baby," she
cooed.  She turned to Bill.  "I can't believe I've never tried that with
another woman before!"

   Bill nodded agreement.  "Do you know what's even better?  A threesome, a
troika, with a guy in the middle, someone like me."  He grinned.  "That's even
nicer.  If you girls want to try that tonight, I'm willing."

   Suzi dropped her leather pouch containing her Marlboro 100's into her purse
and snapped it shut.  "I'm in," she giggled.  "Let's do it, right now.  I'm
ready!"

   Cheryl nodded, but Bill held up a hand.  "Whoa!  Not so fast, girls.  First
let's have another drink, so Cheryl can smoke again.  I think she really wants
to.  Suzi, don't you want to watch this beautiful brunette smoke some more
before you fuck her?"

   The blond girl smiled.  "Yeah, I'd love to see that, Bill.  You're right,
of course"

   Yeah, of course I'm right, he thought.  Neither of you can disagree with
anything I suggest.  "And we need to buy you some cigarettes, don't we,
Cheryl?  I mean, you'll want to keep smoking from now on, like, all the time,
won't you?"

   "Yeah, I do," the brunette blushed.  "I hadn't thought about it, but you're
right.  There's no way I want to stop smoking.  I love it.  It makes me feel
soo sexy!"

   "Of course you don't want to stop," Bill smiled.  "Why would you?  Now
Cheryl, tell me.  When you smoked as a teenager, how much did you smoke?  A
lot?"

   Before she answered, Suzi handed her another cigarette.  She gratefully
accepted.  "Oh God, I don't know.  Not much, really.  I was mostly a social
smoker.  I only smoked at parties, that kind of stuff."

   Suzi lit her up, and Cheryl eagerly took a first drag on her second
cigarette of the evening.

   "But I want to know how many cigarettes you ever smoked in a day, tops."

   "Tops?  God, maybe four or five."  Cheryl pursed her lips and exhaled a
strong stream of thick white smoke while she unconsciously manicured her fresh
cigarette in the ashtray.

   Bill smiled.  "But now you'll smoke much more, won't you?  I mean, four or
five a day was fine for a teenager.  But now you're an adult who can do
whatever the hell she wants.  I'm sure you want to smoke a lot more than just
four or five every day now.  Am I right?"

   Cheryl thought, and nodded.  "Yeah, sure.  I mean, why not smoke more?"
She grinned.  "Of course, I'll probably want to smoke a _lot_ more than I ever
did as a kid."

   "Exactly.  In no time, you'll be smoking a pack a day, just like Suzi."

   Cheryl looked longingly at her friend.  "Is that right, Suzi?  Do you smoke
a pack a day?"

   The blond girl giggled.  "Yeah.  I do.  I smoke all the time.  I smoke at
home, on breaks at work, in my car, and of course when I go out with friends.
Yeah, there's nowhere I go anymore where I don't smoke.  Bill's right.  It's
really fun to smoke all the time.  I also agree with him that it's really
sexy!"

   Cheryl's head bounced up and down in agreement.  "God, you're right!  I
don't know why I never realized it.  I should smoke all the time, too."  She
returned her cigarette to her lips to drag again.  "God, I'm _so_ glad I
joined you guys tonight."  She laughed wantonly as she exhaled; smoke spurted
from her mouth in rapid-fire bursts.  "I love it!"

   Confident that his animal magnetism had finally had the desired effect,
Bill fearlessly rested his hand on Cheryl's knee.  She didn't flinch, but only
smiled broader.

   "Cheryl, let's have our waitress bring another round.  You, Suzi and I can
all smoke some more.  After all, we all love it.  And then when we finish that
drink, let's go back to my place.  Cheryl, I know you're eager to get your
hands on beautiful Suzi here, and she can't wait to pleasure you, too.  The
three of us will definitely have a great time tonight!"

   Suzi and Cheryl laughed simultaneously.  With Bill's hand fondling her
knee, Cheryl leaned over and lightly kissed Suzi.  "That sounds great, Bill.
What do you think, Suzi?"

   Suzi didn't speak.  Instead she put her cigarette between her lips, did a
powerful double pump, and directed a thick stream of smoke into Cheryl's face.
The brunette closed her eyes and blissfully let the smoky haze swirl around
her face.  Finally, Suzi laughed.

   "I think I can't fuckin' wait, Cheryl," she groaned.  "I can't wait to make
love to you.  Damn, this is going to be nice!"

   Bill sat back and smiled.  Yes it is, he told himself with a satisfied
sigh.  Yes it is!

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