to the Oldies"
dark room. The only light offered by candles. In the
background are the sounds of Billie Holiday. Me, in
my black, long-sleeved, just-below-the-knees '40s dress.
High-arched '40s-style pumps. Black sheer stockings.
Nails, long and red, to match my red lipstick. '40s-style
makeup with the black eyeliner just on the eyelids,
accentuated like a cat. Black mesh veiled hat, the veil
coming to just above my lips.
client: black pinstriped '40s suit, perfectly tailored.
Gazing in yearning at the smoke rising up from my cigarette
that I was holding. I looked at him and said, "See,
it's not so bad. All you have to do is put the cigarette
between your lips and suck a little bit of that smoke
I demonstrated this, I opened my mouth and let the smoke
rise up through my nose, inhaling and then exhaling
all of the smoke and blowing it in his direction. He
looked at me and said, "I don't know if I can."
told him, "It's very easy," and demonstrated again,
breathing in the cigarette, holding the smoke in with
my mouth open; then I quickly breathed it
all in and exhaled it. I told him to bring his chair
closer. He moved his chair directly in front of me and
I leaned back and crossed my legs. I put out my
cigarette and grabbed two more, lighting them both at
the same time. Slowly inhaling from both, I handed him
one. He took the cigarette, as I had demonstrated to
him how to hold it in his hand.
"I told him
that he'd be addicted and never be able to quit
and that he'd have to come and see me every week for
his smoking lessons."
it up to your lips...that's it...now just breathe in
a little bit."
exhaled the smoke through his nose and up through his
mouth. I leaned forward and sucked from the cigarette
again, opening my mouth and letting the smoke rise up
through my nose and over my veiled face as I inhaled
the smoke through my nose. And then I exhaled the smoke
and blew it into his face.
tried to do it once again, and then told me that he
didn't really like to do it very much. He told me that
he didn't know if he could smoke. I told him to bend
over the stool; I handcuffed his arms underneath it,
his face hanging down to the floor. I then lay down
in front of the stool with my face about a foot and
a half away from his. I lit up another Kent and smoked
very slowly again as
he anxiously watched. I exhaled the smoke into his face.
I then held up the
cigarette to his lips and told him to suck and inhale.
He did it slowly, as the smoke rose up through his nose.
I looked him directly in the eyes and told him, "Now
you'll be addicted, and you'll never be able to quit."
Billie Holiday sang her blues in the background, I continued
to smoke, slowly exhaling out of my full red lips. He
looked at me and said that he thought that he might
be able to smoke on his own now, and that he'd be happy
to continue smoking for me. I unlocked his handcuffs
and told him to sit back on the stool again. I put out
the cigarette and lit two more. I got up and grabbed
a dressing mirror that was about 5 feet tall and 3 feet
wide so he could see us smoke together. I told him to
look at himself in the mirror and smoke slowly. I wanted
him to taste all of it. Whenever he took a drag, he
would look in the mirror and watch himself smoke; whenever
I would take a drag, his eyes would shift to me. Constant
inhaling and exhaling. I told him that he'd be addicted
and never be able to quit and that he'd have to come
and see me every week for his smoking lessons. I walked
him to the door and told him to kiss my hand and thank
me for my time.
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