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Unsmoked "A Smoking What?" Chapter 1 - Cigarette Break Debra held the dog down as Jasmine prepared the needle. "Now, now, honey," Jasmine stroked the dog's head, "hold still for me and you'll get a biscuit ok? Ok, you have him, Debra?" Debra struggled with the squirming dog. "Yeah. Now or never." Jasmine stuck the needle into the dog's skin and administered the rabies vaccine. The dog yelped but Debra held him tight. Business as usual at Hart Animal Clinic. "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" The dog didn't seem to agree. "Ok, you can let him go. He's fine. Take your cigarette break, you obviously need it." Jasmine, an attractive woman in her early 40's, was a good boss, always making sure the girls got their cigarette breaks. Outside, on the smoke-break bench, Liz had already lit up, and sat puffing while perusing the classified ads. She spoke without looking up. "Did you get him?" "Yep. Cigarette, please." Liz handed a cigarette to Debra and lit it for her. "Ohh... thank you." Debra watched Liz, who seemed intent on the classifieds. "What are you looking for?" "Listen to this. It's funny. 'Seeking Beautiful Girls for Smoking Videos. Become a star. You must be a smoker. Call 415-555-4322.'" Debra looked perplexed. "What's a... smoking video?" "Oh come on, Debra, get with the times," Liz said sarcastically. "That's where you sit there and smoke. They shoot it, sell it on the web." "Cigarettes?" "No, crack. Yeah, cigarettes." "People buy that stuff?" "People who like it." This was news to Debra. The girls smoked their cigarettes in silence for a moment. People who like it. Interesting. "Let me see." Liz handed the paper to her. "I'm thinking about doing it." Debra was surprised at this. "Really?" "Yeah." "Why?" "I don't know. Just for fun. See what it's like." The girls again smoked in silence as Debra read the ad with her own eyes. Liz broke the silence. "Nah. I wouldn't actually do something like that." They smoked. "It's silly." "I'll do it," Debra blurted out. "What? Yeah right," Liz chided. "No, I'll do it. I really will. You think I'm afraid, don't you?" Liz only laughed. But Debra looked her in the eyes. "I'll do it." Liz held her gaze for a moment, and then broke up laughing. Jasmine came out the front door, unlit cigarette in her hand. "What's so funny, girls?" she asked. "Debra's going to be in a smoking video." Jasmine lit up and took a deep drag, with a perplexed look on her face. "A smoking what?" *       *       * The decrepit brick building in San Francisco didn't look like much. "You sure you want to do this, Debra?" "I don't know. Let's go inside, we can always walk out." "I mean, what kind of people are in this business anyway?" Liz said as she put some coins in the parking meter. "You ever think about that?" *       *       * The girls rang the bell by the rusty steel door in the alley. "I really don't know about this," Liz worried aloud. Suddenly Debra was grabbed from behind by dirty hands. She whipped around in shock. "Yer not goin' in that place, are ya?" an old bag lady with a craggy face demanded of Debra. "Leave us alone!" Liz pushed the old lady away. The lady stared at them wildly for a moment. "He's evil!" She pointed a finger up at the building. "He's evil!" With that, she spat on the ground, and hobbled away down the alley. The girls looked at each other, and then at the door. Liz looked tense. "I hope no one's home." To her immediate disappointment, the door opened. "Hello," said a tall, exotic woman with piercing eyes. "Come in, lovelies." *       *       * The woman took the girls up a dark, rickety staircase to the studio. "I'm Tria. Mr. Stewart will be joing us in a few minutes. Let's get you ready for the shoot... Debra." Debra was nervous. Liz looked around the place. Light stands, cables, a camera on a tripod, and a little set with a dark blue backdrop, couch, and decorations. "So, how long did you say Sinismoke has been in business?" The woman looked at Liz. "Long enough." "Long enough... okay..." Liz looked uneasy. "So how did this Mr. Stewart get started in the business?" "You ask alot of questions, don't you?" "I just want to make sure my friend's going to be okay here." "Your friend will be fine, don't worry. Mr. Stewart treats all his models... just fine." Debra studied the series of framed portraits on the wall, each of a young woman holding a cigarette in a provocative way. Nice pictures. Glamourous. "Will my picture be on the wall, too?" "If you're good enough," Tria replied flatly. A small door opened in the back of the room, and the sillouette of a large, round person filled the doorway. It looked like he was holding a large milkshake, but it was hard to tell. "He's here. It's time for you to leave now." Liz took Debra aside. "You sure about this?" Debra nodded. "Yeah. It's only a couple hours. I'll be fine." "Okay, see you at 3." Chapter 2 - The Smoking Session Debra was sitting on the couch, as Tria adjusted the lights above her. A small young woman tinkered with the camera. Michael J. Stewart sat in the back of the room, in darkness. Debra could barely see the outline of his fat body sitting in the chair. But she could hear the occasional slurping of the milkshake. "So you want to be a star. Go to Hollywood. All that good stuff." "Actually, I'm not... I'm not really interested in being a star, Mr. Stewart, I..." "That's ridiculous. Of course you want to be a star. All you girls do. I know you." Michael leaned forward, the dim light casting a gleam in his eye. "I've been in this business a long time. I make stars every day. That's the business I'm in, making stars. So don't try to play me. No, honey, don't try to play me." Debra was kind of shocked by his attitude. "Um... okay..." "And please - call me Michael." "Ok..." "Time is money, let's get started here. Leia, role tape. Tria, get a cigarette in her mouth and let's see what this pretty young thing looks like smoking." Tria walked over to Debra and placed a long cigarette between her lips. She produced a lighter and flicked it, letting the flame burn before Debra's eyes. "Smoke." Tria applied the flame to the tip of the cigarette, and Debra obediently drew on the cigarette. She took a long drag, making sure not to piss off Tria, and inhaled. "Good," Tria said, and walked away. Debra blew a cloud of smoke, illuminated by the strong light behind her. The room was silent. Debra could feel Michael's eyes through the darkness. She looked down at her cigarette burning. She placed it to her lips and drew on it again, trying to ignore the stares of Michael and Tria, and just concentrate on smoking her cigarette. It was the first of many cigarettes that afternoon. *       *       * A half hour into the shoot, Michael had let Tria do the directing, choosing himself to sit quietly and watch from the shadows. Tria instructed Debra to smoke this cigarette, smoke that cigarette, sit like this, smoke like this, inhale more deeply, and on. Tria seemed pleased with Debra's performance, she seemed to have a deep interest in seeing Debra smoke. "New cigarette, Tria," Michael suddenly said from the darkness. Tria took Debra's cigarette from her and put it out in the ashtray. She pulled a fresh one from the pack. "Let's see you dangle, sugar." "Dangle?" Debra was unsure what he was talking about. "Put your cigarette between your pretty lips, and just let it hang. Show her, Tria." Tria placed the cigarette between her own lips, and let it dangle down for Debra to see. "You see how she just lets it dangle like that? That's what I want you to do." "Ok," Debra said. Tria placed the cigarette between Debra's lips, and it dropped down and hung at an angle. She lit it and Debra sucked in the smoke. She inhaled through her narrowly open mouth and let out a puff of smoke. Michael and Tria watched closely as Debra puffed on the long cigarette hanging from her lips. "She looks nice, doesn't she, Tria?" "Yes, very pretty. That's a good dangle... I need one myself now." Tria took a long cigarette for herself and dangled it from her own lips, lighting up and puffing away as she watched Debra do the same. Michael sipped his milkshake. Debra didn't know it, but he'd gotten it from Slick's Burgers just down the street. It was his favorite place to get a milkshake. There were a lot of things people didn't know about him, and he liked it that way. He eyed Debra puffing intently. "You like dangling that cigarette, don't you, sugar?" he asked her. Debra just nodded. "Mm-hmm." "I thought so," Michael said, leaning back in his chair. Debra continued to puff her cigarette as the eyes watched her. "You look sexy as hell. You're going to sell alot of videos for me. Put some money in my pocket, know what I mean?" Tria came over, cigarette hanging from her mouth, and held an ashtray up by Debra, tapped on Debra's cigarette a few times, and let the ashes fall in, while Debra continued puffing gently. "Ah..." Michael said, watching the two women with cigarettes dangling down, "I love this business. Surrounded by pretty girls smoking, and all I have to do is rake in the cash." He sipped his milkshake. "Leia! Are you smoking?" The girl running the camera looked up, slightly irritated. "No, I'm shooting." "Well light a cigarette. Who says you can't smoke while you shoot." He watched as she lit a cigarette and resumed her job. "Excellent." He directed his attention back to Debra. "So," he started, "tell us a little about yourself." Debra tried to speak with the cigarette in her mouth. "Mmm... mmkaaa..." "You can take the cigarette out of your mouth." Debra complied. "What's your name?" "Debra." "How'd you hear about Sinismoke?" "From your ad in the paper, Mr. Stewart - I mean... Michael." "And how long have you been smoking, Debra?" "Since I was 15. I guess." "Very good. Your parents know?" "No, no way. They'd kill me. I'd be better off if I told them I was a heroin addict than if I said I smoked. They'd never forgive me. Luckily they're back east, so I don't have to worry about it too much any more. Although they are coming to visit tomorrow, just for a few days." "It's going to be tough to hide your smoking, huh?" "Yeah... But I'll do whatever it takes. I can never let them know. And if they knew I was doing this video... forget about it. I don't even want to think about that." "Interesting. Tell me about your friend who was here." "Liz?" "Liz... does she want to be in a video?" Debra laughed nervously. "Um... no, I don't think she'd be interested." "Hmm... she could make me a lot of money, I'll bet. Well, we'll see. New cigarette for you." Tria put a fresh cigarette between Debra's lips and lit it. It dangled down, and Debra smoked from it. *       *       * For the last segment of the video, Debra smoked three cigarettes at once, sucking on them carefully to make sure she was drawing smoke from all three. Tria watched her closely, smiling with approval every time Debra dragged and all three little fires lit up. It was hard for Debra to tap the ashes off at first, but she got used to it quickly. "Cut," Michael called out. "That's a wrap." They settled the release and payment, and Liz walked in the door. "How'd it go?" "Not bad," Debra replied. "Pretty easy money." "Ah, Liz..." Michael stood up from his chair in the darkness, stepping into the light for the first time. He was a large, fat man, two chins, dressed in a black t-shirt that was stretched to the point of ripping almost, and a gold chain around his neck. His hair was slicked back with heavy grease. "Now you're a good looking woman. Kind of woman I like. I'm Michael." He extended a hand to shake. Liz smiled uncomfortably and stepped back. "What do you think about being in a Sinismoke video?" "No thanks." "Come on, now, sugar, I'll make you a star. I'd love to see a sweet thing like you smoking, cigarette just dangling, bet you'd look hotter than hell. Yeah, I know you would. You'd make me so much money." Liz tried to ignore him, she turned to Debra. "Ok if we're done then let's go." The girls left without another word. Chapter 3 - Blackmail by Smoke The next few days went by quickly for Debra. Jasmine had asked her all about the shoot, very interested in how her young employee faired in her first smoking video. Debra brought the dvd to work to show her, and Jasmine was delighted. "You should be in movies, you smoke so glamourously," Jasmine had told her proudly. Debra picked her parents up at the airport, gotten them settled in. Her mother cooked a nice breakfast the next morning. Bacon and eggs, and big, filling pancakes slathered with butter and syrup. Debra finished and could not wait to get outside with a cup of coffee for a cigarette. But Mom wanted to talk. "So how's everything at the animal clinic?" Debra resisted the urge to dart out of the room and run and smoke. "Good. It's good. My internship's done in four months." "Good. Have you met any nice boys at school?" "Yes I've met some nice boys at school. And some not so nice boys at school." "Debra..." her mom took a scolding tone. "I meet all kinds of boys at school. Lots of boys, interesting boys." "Debra..." as in that's enough. "You're concentrating on your studies right?" "Of course, mom." "I don't want you partying too much. You get caught up in that, next thing you know, your grades are slipping, you're getting into trouble, doing terrible things... like smoking and God knows what else." "Relax, mom." A burp ushered forth from her father's mouth. "Excuse me," he said, not at all embarassed. Debra took that as an excellent cue to leave, and she took her coffee with her. She went outside, walked around to the side of the house, and lit up a cigarette. It tasted so good after all that butter and syrup. She took a long drag, inhaled deeply, letting the smoke relax her. On the other side of the wall, both her parents chatted in the kitchen, not 15 feet from Debra, and they had no idea their daughter was out here smoking. The thought of this made Debra's cigarette even more enjoyable. *       *       * Debra and Liz sat outside at the cafe, finishing up their lunch. Almost time to go back to the clinic. A group of four girls at the next table had all lit cigarettes a few minutes ago, and it was making Debra and Liz anxious for one as well. So they lit up. Debra's cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Yes this is Tria at Sinismoke. Mr. Stewart would like Liz to come in and do a video." "We talked about this. She's not interested." "That doesn't really matter. Mr. Stewart wants her to do it." Liz interrupted, "Who is it?" "It's those Sinismoke people. They're demanding you do a video." "Give it to me," Liz held out her hand and Debra gave her the phone. "Look, you people just don't get it, do you?" Debra watched Liz's face as Liz listened on the phone. "No," Liz said strongly. A pause as the voice on the phone said something into Liz's ear, something apparently not good, because Liz's expression suddenly became deeply concerned. "What is it?" Debra demanded. "Debra, they say if I don't do a shoot, they're going to show the video you made to your parents." Debra gasped. "Oh my god. Oh my god, no, they can't do that." Debra stood up, unable to sit still. "Oh my god." Liz returned her attention to the phone. She reluctantly spoke. "Ok, I'll do it. Ok... tomorrow at noon... Fine." She hung up and gave the phone back to Debra. "No, Liz, you don't have to do that, not for me." "It's ok. I'll do it, it'll be over, and your secret will still be safe. It's what friends are for." Debra hugged Liz, being careful not to let her cigarette singe Liz's long, flowing hair. "Thank you, Liz. I owe you big time." *       *       * Liz sat on the couch, puffing a long cigarette in a long, ornate holder. The light behind her illuminated her smoke in the darkness. Tria watched intently from the side, smoking a cigarette of her own. Michael sat in his chair in the back, shrouded in darkness. The sloppy sounds of lip smacking and finger licking emanating loudly from his direction as he gobbled down smelly fried chicken while he directed. "Ok, you can put your cigarette out," he said with a full mouth. "We have time for one more." He threw a bone into the wastebasket and gulped down his soda. There was a quiet pause, like the calm before the storm. Then he belched loudly, letting it echo throughout the room. "Damn that was good. Ok, I want you to smoke seductively, sugar. Smoke that cigarette like you were making love to it. Make me hot, baby." Liz lit a new cigarette and dragged on it seductively, her eyes watching the camera lense. She removed the cigarette from her lips and inhaled, closed her eyes, feeling the smoke inside, and gently blew it out in a cloud abover her face, a look of satisfaction coming over her. It was easier to enjoy this cigarette now that the sounds of chicken-smacking-licking had ceased. She smiled playfully at the camera, and put the cigarette to her lips again, and pulled strongly on it. The tip burned brightly with her drag. Tria watched, enthralled, sucking deeply on her own cigarette as Liz smoked. When it was over, Michael stood up and came over. "You did real, good, baby. Real good." "Thank you," Liz replied like a robot. "Now, now, don't be so quick to pack up your things. I was thinking maybe you could stay a little while." "I have to go." "Come on baby, I've got fried chicken, some wine. Stay and relax, let's get to know each other." Liz did not respond, she simply zipped up her bag. "Mr. Stewart wants you to stay," Tria said sharply. "You'll stay." Michael leaned in close to Liz, giving her an unfortunate good whiff of his chicken-breath. "Stay, sugar. Relax. Enjoy yourself. You wouldn't want that video to end up in the hands of Debra's parents. Would you?" Chapter 4 - Assertive Smoker The phone rang and Debra answered it. "Hello?" "Debra, it's me. I'm going to be a little late." "Why?" "They want me... they want me to stay." "For what?" "I don't know... It's ok... I'm going to have some fried chicken. Um... I have to go." Click. Debra stood there holding the phone, gripped by disbelief. She put the phone down and thought hard. She could hear her mom in the next room, making cookies. "Debra," her mom called. "Everything ok?" "Yeah, Mom." Debra sat down and thought. She couldn't let this happen to Liz, her best friend. But... if they find out I smoke... That was her deepest fear of all time. How can she fight that? She gripped the table in front of her, handling the stress. And then a thought came, and a calm washed over her. So what. Let them know. Mom was placing a cookie sheet full of cookies in the oven when Debra came in. "Mom, I want you to see this." She held up a dvd in her hand. They walked into the living room and Debra put the dvd in the player, interrupting the ball game her father was watching. "Sorry, Dad. You need to see something." The screen went black, and then the Sinismoke logo came on, striking red letters on black, with bluish smoke drifting upward, accompanied by a driving beat and exotic keyboards. Mom spoke. "What's this?" "A video I did." The image faded into a shot of Debra sitting on the couch. A woman walked into the picture and put a cigarette into Debra's mouth. "Smoke," she said, and lit it. Debra's parents watched the screen with horror as their daughter smoked on camera. "Good," the woman in the video said. Debra sat on screen, smoking the cigarette, time and time again bringing it to her lips, sucking the smoke inside her body, and blowing it out. "My God..." Debra's mom gasped. "Debra!" her dad interjected. "What have you done?!" "It's a smoking video. I did it... for fun. I smoke. And it's time I let you know. I'm tired of hiding it from you." "Debra Stevens! You do not smoke!" Debra pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Her parents were speechless, unable to move, as they watched their daughter pull a cigarette from the pack. "See this?" She held the cigarette up. "I'm going to smoke this, and I don't care what you think." She placed the cigarette between her lips and lit up, drawing the smoke inside, making sure to get a big, impressive drag. She inhaled deeply, and lifted her head toward the ceiling, blowing out a nice big cloud of smoke. "Any questions?" Her parents were dumbfounded and unable to speak. "Good." She dragged again, enjoying their paralysis, their inability to stop her from smoking a cigarette right in front of them. She exhaled, displaying another fine cloud of smoke for her mom and dad. I'll give them one more. "You didn't really think this ashtray was just a decoration, did you?" she playfully asked them as she tapped off a few ashes into it. "One more, and then I have to go." She dragged firmly on the cigarette, making a big show of it, and blew a cloud over her father's head. "Ok. I guess we're on the same page now. I have to go." *       *       * Debra sneaked up the dark staircase of the Sinismoke studio. She heard speaking up ahead. "Ahh... that's my girl. Yeah, baby, take it off. You'll do what I want." Debra crept into the room. Michael was shirtless on the couch, his fat, hairy gut hanging down over his pants. Liz sat on the floor, smoking a cigarette, next to a plate of chicken bones. Michael's eyes were fixed on Liz. "Mmm... yeah, baby, you know what I like." He rubbed his hand over his large belly. Debra called to her friend, "Liz!" Liz looked up and was happy to see her friend. "Debra!" She got up and hugged Debra tightly. "Does this mean we can go home now?" "Yes. Are you ok?" Debra studied her friend closely. Liz's face was smeared with fried chicken grease and breading. "I'm ok.... we had some fried chicken. " "Let's go." "Where do you think you're going?!" Tria snapped. "Mr. Stewart is not finished with his model." "Yes he is. You didn't really think you could take advantage of my friend and get away with it did you? You're in serious trouble now." Michael came forward. "You can't scare me, sugar. I'm Michael J. Stewart, president of Sinismoke.com, world's biggest smoking video site. I give millions of people what they want, the hottest smoking videos on the planet, and I've got the bank account to prove it. They respect me here in San Francisco. Hell, the mayor practically works for me. I own this town." Michael leaned in closely to Debra's face. "I get what I want. And you've forfeited your end of the deal. Tria, get a copy of Debra's dvd and deliver it to her parents, now." "They've already seen it, fat ass." Michael was taken aback. He saw a new strength and determination in Debra that he had not sensed before. This didn't appear to be the same girl he'd shot with. Maybe she really did show it to them. "Ok. Ok. Let's say you showed it to them. Let's say you showed your parents the dirty little video of you smoking. You know what? You're going to stay, too. I want a new video, with both of you. You don't have a choice so don't respond. Tria - order a couple pizzas." Michael slammed the door to the stairway shut, preventing the girls' exit. He pulled a key out. "I'm just going to lock this up for a couple hours until we've shot the video I want. That's how we do things here." Debra and Liz shook fearfully. They couldn't let him lock them in here. Debra thought desperately for a course of action. She whispered urgently to Liz. "Your purse!" Liz gave it to her. Liz watched Michael's hand with the key approaching the lock on the door. Debra pulled a dime from the purse. She looked at Michael, and threw the dime on the floor by his feet. The sound of the coin hitting the floor made Michael pause, his key just in front of the lock. That's the sound of money. He looked down and beheld the shiny dime on the floor. He looked back at the girls, briefly, then back down to the dime. He thought about it. If I pick that up... that's money in my pocket. With a grunt, Michael bent down, not easy with a gut that size, and wrapped his chubby fingers around the dime. Debra seized the opportunity. She swung the purse through the air and whacked Michael on the back of his greasy head. He tumbled over onto the floor, shaking the room with a loud boom. "Come on, Liz!" The girls opened the door and ran out. As they hurried down the dark stairs, they heard Michael's angry yells in the distance. "You girls! You can't do this to me! I'm Michael J. Stewart!! I am Sinismoke! You're going to pay!" They rushed out the front door and into the alley, and away from the Sinismoke studio, a place they never wanted to see again. On the freeway out of town, the relief of being out of there grew with each mile that they put between that place and themselves. *       *       * On Monday morning when the girls came into work, Jasmine immediately wanted to know what happened. They went out back, Jasmine passed out cigarettes, and lit them up. "Tell me everything, girls," she said. The girls explained between puffs all about the evils of Sinismoke and the vile and fat Michael J. Stewart. Jasmine looked horrified as the story unfolded. The fried chicken part really turned her stomach. When the story was over, another round of cigarettes was called for, just to recover. They lit up and smoked in silence together. "Well," Jasmine said, "at least it's over with. You never have to worry about smoking videos again." "Oh. That's the other thing," Debra said. "What?" "I'm sort of... well... I got really interested by the camera and everything, and how they do it, you know... I could do that." Liz held up a newspaper page for Jasmine, pointing to a classified ad. Jasmine read aloud. "'Beautiful Girls Wanted. Be in a smoking video...'" Jasmine read the rest to herself, and looked up. "Is this what I think it is?" "Yep," Liz said. "Debra's getting into the business. She's going to make smoking videos." "Really?" Jasmine asked, blowing smoke in front of the girls. "After all that?" "I'll be behind the camera, not in front of it. It'll be nothing like that... that terrible...," she almost didn't want to say the word, "Sinismoke. Not like that. It'll be nice." She took a relaxing drag, thinking about it. Jasmine tapped off some ashes, and looked up and smiled. "Well good for you. Hey, if you need models, you know I'm always available." The girls laughed. All three took a nice drag from their cigarettes, feeling good to be close friends. They let their collective cloud of smoke drift in the breeze, around the corner of the clinic building, and into the parking lot, where some unlucky customer was probably walking in with his or her dog and wincing at the smell of cigarette smoke. Good, Debra thought. Let them smell it. End Everything on this site is copyright 2001 Cinesmoke