A Life of Illusion, Part 3

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Here's Part 3... usual disclaimers apply.

B.

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Part 3: Smoked Out


Over the next few weeks it seemed that Mary was often interrupted soon after
she lit a cigarette and had to abandon it in an ashtray while she attended
to other things. From Lisa's perspective, these were opportunities to
indulge her growing fascination with smoking and she rarely passed one up.
Lisa was fascinated to see the head of the cigarette glow a bright orange as
she drew gently on it, and loved watching the orange area grow towards her
as she continued to pull on it. She quickly developed a taste for having the
mentholated smoke in her mouth, and loved both the cool sensation in her
lungs each time she inhaled and her ability to exhale a long stream of
smoke. Over this time her puffs became longer, more forceful, and her
inhales deeper as she adjusted to the effects of the smoke. It seemed that
with each puff she stole, she would look forward to the next even more as
her enjoyment grew. Her boldness about taking chances was also growing, so
that now Mary would not have to be so far away before Lisa would try another
puff. This made it easier for Mary to observe her daughter's growing
appreciation for smoking, and she knew that her plan was working. Even when
she couldn't necessarily see Lisa take a puff, she would silently note a
darker stain on her filters, or a long ash that had fallen off, as proof of
Lisa's smoking when she returned to retrieve her cigarette. She watched one
day in concealment as Lisa took two rather long puffs quite boldly within
about 30 seconds, inhaling both of them well into her lungs, as proof that
it was now time to move Lisa to the next stage. Before she did that, though,
she had to make it seem as though she was doing her damnedest to discourage
her daughter's smoking.

Later that day she lit up with Lisa and her in the kitchen preparing dinner.
After a minute or so, she left the room to "check on a noise", but waited in
a position where she could see Lisa. Sure enough, before long Lisa reached
for the smouldering cigarette and took a long puff. Just as she was
replacing it in the ashtray, Mary suddenly appeared around the corner and
caught her daughter. Lisa turned a deep red and quickly turned away, but it
was impossible to conceal the fact that she had to exhale the smoke sooner
or later, and Mary eventually saw a faint cloud of exhaled smoke appear as
her daughter tried to blow it out unobserved. "Lisa!!", Mary said with false
shock, "Are you smoking?!?"

"Uhhh... I'm sorry, Mom... please don't be angry," her daughter said as
wisps of smoke continued to drift from her nose and mouth as she spoke. "I
just thought I'd try it again, that's all..."

"Young lady, I thought you promised that you wouldn't smoke? Oh, what will
your father say... I'm so disappointed in you. Don't you know those are bad
for you? If you keep it up, you'll be hooked just like me! Oh, I can't
believe it... well, that's it, you understand? No more smoking! If I ever
catch you again....", Mary said with nicely faked outrage.

"Oh, mom, please don't tell daddy, please! I promise... I won't do it again,
but please don't tell him, OK?", Lisa said, sounding nearly panic-stricken
and obviously deeply ashamed.

"Well, all right. I suppose I don't have to tell him. But no more, OK?" Lisa
nodded in agreement.

It wasn't until the next day that Lisa realized that the uneasy feeling she
felt all day was a strange desire to smoke. It seemed that by making it
forbidden, her mother had only made it seem all that more attractive to her.
Lisa found this strange, because none of her friends smoked and most of them
looked down on people who did. She wondered what their reaction would be if
they found out. Up until recently smoking was not a thing to which she had
given a second thought, and yet now she was becoming consumed by the idea of
where her next puff would come from. Lisa struggled with her conscience all
that day, and with the nagging urge she felt. She was able to resist the
little voice telling her to take just one more puff all that day, and the
next, but every time she saw her mom leave a burning cigarette within her
reach when she went off to do something, the urge returned. She knew she had
to be extra-careful after the other day - she had gotten a little sloppy,
she told herself - but she wanted to smoke now more than ever, and she
finally gave in, deciding to wait for another opportunity to sneak a puff
from one of her mom's in secret. Fortunately, it came when she and Mary were
downstairs attending to the laundry and her mom had to return upstairs to
fetch some soiled clothes she had forgotten. 

Mary had continued to provide chances for Lisa to smoke over the last three
days but as far as she could tell, her daughter hadn't taken the bait. She
wondered if she perhaps she had overplayed her hand the other night and made
too big a scene over her discovery of Lisa's smoking. When she noticed on
her return to the laundry room that her cigarette's filter was a much darker
brown than when she left, and that her daughter seemingly was avoiding her
glance, that was proof enough that Lisa had finally succumbed to the
temptation. Sure enough, Lisa had eagerly taken three puffs in her mom's
absence and felt the uneasy feeling she had experienced disappear, replaced
by a sense of satisfaction. Mary allowed her daughter another opportunity
later that day and this time was actually able to secretly observe Lisa grab
a quick puff. Her plan was back on track.

Now the problem for Lisa became one of not being able to smoke as much as
she would have liked. More and more she was left unsatisfied by stealing the
odd puff on her mom's cigarettes, the desire she felt to smoke seemingly
growing more intense each day, and having been caught the other day she
thought she might have to change her strategy to allow her to obtain enough
of the smoke she now craved. Perhaps, she reasoned, if she could get an
entire cigarette to herself from time to time that would solve the problem.
Within the next day or two the opportunity to do just that presented itself. 

Mary had an appointment to get her hair done late one afternoon. When Lisa
arrived home she found a note from her mom telling her that she'd be back
about 4:30. It didn't take long before Lisa noticed an open pack of
cigarettes left on the hall table. Her mom must have placed them there while
getting her coat and forgot to take them with her, Lisa figured. She looked
at the clock: it blinked 3:17. She had over an hour to be by herself, and
like clockwork, she started to feel an intense desire to smoke deep inside
her. Certainly she could have one of these cigarettes and no one would be
the wiser? Her heart began to pound again as she made her decision. She
picked up the pack and flipped open the top, noticing that it was about
half-full. Perfect, she thought, she'll never miss it, and she withdrew one
of the cigarettes and raced to the living room. There was a table lighter
there and placing the cigarette to her lips, she lit up on her own. She
stood there for a minute, inhaled one good-sized puff, then realized that it
probably wasn't too smart to be so wide open in case someone showed up
unexpectedly. She made her way upstairs to the bathroom and closed the door.
She realized that this not only let her smoke in relative security, but also
let her see herself as she did so thanks to the huge mirror on the wall. 

Lisa watched her image in the mirror intently. She liked the way she looked
with a cigarette in her hand, and when she took a long puff she felt what
she used to think of as a naughty tingle, but now knew was a feeling of
sexual excitement, make itself known to her in her secret place. She watched
herself blow a long, endless stream of smoke as she exhaled and enjoyed the
image. She practiced inhaling a few puffs like she had seem other people do,
letting it slip out of her mouth a little and then quickly pulling it back
in a tight ball through her nose and mouth. She practiced exhaling the smoke
through her nostrils, and tried to make it come out as slowly as she could.
With every puff she took she felt more and more satiated, and she soon
convinced herself that she wanted to smoke more often from now on. The
cigarette was finished all too quickly and Lisa was a little disappointed,
but thought it best to cover all traces with air freshener for the room and
mouthwash and cologne for her.  

After she returned downstairs Lisa's thoughts were still centered on
smoking. She felt good, she thought, and had really enjoyed her first full
cigarette. Her mind wandered but always seemed to return to the pack sitting
on the hall table, and her growing desire to smoke more. She looked at the
clock, and it told her the time was 3:50. Drawn by some invisible force, she
found herself returning to the hall and taking another of her mom's
cigarettes, lighting it in the living room, and rushing back upstairs.
Locking herself in the bathroom, she felt her heart pounding excitedly and
her cheeks flushed as she took a long pull on the mentholated cigarette and
filled her lungs with smoke once more. Exhaling after a few seconds, she
felt much more relaxed than the first time. Lisa realized that she really
enjoyed the sensations she felt when she drew smoke into her lungs, and
smoking like this rather than sneaking a puff in secret let her appreciate
the feeling. She decided to smoke this one more leisurely like her mom
normally did and so took a series of long, slow puffs and luxuriously
languid inhales, letting the smoke slowly escape from her lungs as she
breathed in and out. By the time she finished this one she felt wonderful,
but a little shaky, so she disposed of it in the toilet, sprayed some more
freshener, and went into her room and soon fell asleep on her bed.

Mary arrived home on schedule and quietly entered the house. She knew Lisa
was at home from seeing her things in the foyer but the house was quiet.
Walking into the hall, she looked around and saw no sign of her daughter.
Picking up the package she had intentionally left on the hall table, she
opened it and counted the cigarettes inside. Eight... not the ten she had
left there originally.  Perfect, she thought. Now to move her along even
further...

Richard was away on another business trip that evening, so the two had
dinner by themselves at home. Afterwards, about mid-evening, Mary reached
for her pack of cigarettes while they were in the family room watching
television. She found it empty, and said aloud, "Oh, damn! I'm out, and I
forgot to go to the drugstore this afternoon while I was shopping to get
some. Lisa, honey, be a dear, would you? I always keep a pack in the drawer
of that table in the upstairs hall outside your bathroom. Would you get them
for me please?"

This was news to Lisa, but a potentially important discovery. She went
upstairs and opened the drawer to find an open pack inside. Returning to the
family room she handed them to her mother, saying "They're open, but I don't
know how many are in there." Mary responded, "Oh, they're nearly full.
Whenever I have to buy a pack when I run out while I'm out doing something,
I always put the ones that are left in that drawer once I get home and can
get a pack of my own from my carton. I use them for times like this, as a
backup, or eventually I'll get around to smoking them before they go stale
and replace them with a fresh pack, just in case I run out," she said,
lighting up. Lisa watched her mother inhale stylishly and immediately began
to desire a cigarette as she thought about how easy it would have been to
have an entire one of her own in the upstairs bathroom if only she'd known
they were there. As the evening wore on the craving she felt became more and
more intense. Finally at one point her mother left the room to answer the
phone and Lisa immediately picked up the pack and extracted a pair of
cigarettes. Concealing them in her pocket, she made her way upstairs,
stopping in the kitchen for a book of matches from the junk drawer but
discovering instead a couple of butane lighters. She reasoned these would be
less smelly so she grabbed one and quietly made her way upstairs, her heart
pounding in excitement. 

Lisa lit up quietly and smoked a cigarette in the bathroom in about 5
minutes, inhaling the smoke gracefully through her nose and mouth as her
mother did, and after holding each puff inside her for a few seconds,
blowing it out slowly. Every puff she inhaled reinforced her feeling of
enjoyment and satisfaction, and she smiled at the thought of spending a lot
more time here from now on, especially if her mother refilled the drawer
just outside the door. When she finished she considered smoking the second
one immediately but thought she'd save it for later and hid it in her room,
along with the lighter. She returned downstairs to the family room and sat
on the sofa next to her mom. Mary could immediately smell the scent of
tobacco on her daughter but said nothing. 

Mary returned the open pack to the drawer the next day and Lisa discovered
them there when she got home from school. This was perfect, she thought: the
cigarettes are always there; no one can see this spot in the hall; the
exhaust fan will get rid of the smoke for me automatically; no one other
than me ever uses this bathroom anyway; and I can immediately conceal myself
in there whenever I want one. She decided to test her theory, having smoked
her last cigarette from the night before leaving for school this morning,
and opened the pack and extracted one. Fetching her lighter from her room,
she entered the bathroom to smoke. She drew strongly on the cigarette and
inhaled deeply, enjoying her secret pleasure. Before the evening was out she
would enjoy three more in the same way.

After a couple of days, Mary checked the pack and found it nearly empty. She
refilled it partially with some from her own and left them behind, along
with a second nearly-full pack. When Lisa checked the drawer that afternoon
she couldn't believe her luck. She had been wondering whether she would have
to somehow figure out a way to buy a pack of her own to conceal her
consumption, and now here was more than a full pack! She had been having
four or five a day for the last little while, and was able to maintain her
consumption at that level for some weeks with help from her mom. It seemed
that Mary ran out quite often, for some days there were other brands in the
drawer which, Lisa assumed, meant her mom had to go to stores that didn't
have her brand. Lisa was therefore able to try Kool 100s, More Menthols
(Mary actually purchased these to smoke at a company reception just to show
off in front of Richard's boss, and Lisa found she didn't care for them
much), Salem 100s, VS120s, and B&H Menthol 100s in addition to the Slims,
but preferred her mom's brand the best. Mary carefully calculated how much
she estimated Lisa was smoking, based on how many she had to refill the
drawer with every few days, and assuming she wasn't buying any of her own
yet, she too figured on 5 a day.  

For the next few months Lisa was able to maintain this level fairly easily,
inching it up to 6 or 7 if she had a large supply on hand that day, but it
was difficult for her to move much beyond that since she just didn't have
that many opportunities to smoke. On occasion she was actually bold enough
to buy a pack on her own, but the last time she tried that they asked her
for proof of age and she was refused. Scared of being revealed, she decided
this was too risky and so she relied on her mom's backup supply. She began
to wonder how her mom had failed to notice that her cigarettes were
disappearing, but figured that since she herself would sneak two or three
out of her mom's pack from time to time and place them in the backup, and
increasingly often would take a fresh pack out of her carton, that the
missing cigarettes from the hall drawer wouldn't be too noticeable. Lisa was
enjoying her smoking very much by now, and her thoughts often turned to
smoking whenever she had been without one for more than a few hours. She
still didn't smoke in front of her friends, though, and as far as she knew
it was her secret entirely.

Of course, that wasn't quite true, since there was one person who knew all
about Lisa's development as a smoker. Mary had allowed Lisa to go on like
this for long enough so that she now felt confident that Lisa would not want
to stop smoking of her own accord, and perhaps by now she might not even be
able to easily quit. Still, she thought that it was the right time to take
Lisa one more step along the road to becoming a full-fledged smoker.


End of Part 3

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