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The band went on break, and the porch quickly became full with all the smokers at the party. Colby's smoking friends congregated at our table. Colby and Cindy took center stage, regaling the table with stories of their exploits as single women in the concrete jungle. When the band went back inside, the two women were still telling a long and involved story. After a while, Paula and Lisa began telling stories. I went inside to fetch snacks and drinks for the table, since the women seemed to be showing no inclination to go back inside to the no-smoking zone. Colby caught up with me. "Are you having fun?" She grinned in that impish way of hers. "The night's not over yet." When I returned to the table, Tanya had just finished talking about some of the things she had seen while working the graveyard shift at Java Surf. It looked like the "120 club" had settled down for the rest of the party.
Colby, as usual, took over. "Y'know what?" she asked the group. "It's pretty funny, but didja notice that all of us smoke extra-long cigarettes?" Heads turned to inspect the various packs on the table.
"Well, I like longer cigarettes. I always have," Christie declared. "I tried Mores when I first started smoking, but they looked too much like cigars, and all of my high school friends gave me too much shit."
"So what did you do, Christie?" Colby asked.
"When I got to college, I found Saratogas, and that's what I smoked for about three years," Christie replied. She opened up her Virginia Slims 120's and took one out. "I switched to Vantage 100s for a couple of years, then they came out with Virginia Slims 120's." She took a full, very deep drag, breasts rising, and began to ex- hale a thick stream of smoke from her lips, but then finished it with a heavy cloud from her nostrils. "I've been smoking these for about five or six years." My heart started to beat faster. Christie took another full, glorious drag, pulling the cigarette away from her lips slowly before exhaling through her nostrils.
Paula chimed in, "Talk about getting shit! I usually hear about these Capris, 'cause they're so skinny. But I thought they were so cute when they first came out. I like the way they look." The tiny blonde pulled out one of the "luxury length", extra-slim cigarettes and looked at it. "They look so long when you pull them out of the pack." Paula lit it and immediately took a second, harder sip on the Capri 120. She sighed her exhale, a fluffy cloud from her lips, then continued her story. "I originally started on Salem Light 100's, then Salem Slim Lights. I smoked More Lights for a while--there was a bunch of girls in high school that did, but I went back to Salem Slim Lights." Paula took another drag, and sat with the Capri held vertically next to her face. She sighed again, a thicker, longer plume escaping her lips. "I switched to Capris as soon as they came out. I was on vacation in New Jersey, and I had trouble finding them here at first." The petite young woman took a longer, deeper pull. "My only complaint is that you can't find them in machines at clubs." She exhaled a thin brief stream of smoke after she had finished speaking, then picked up the pack and looked at it. "I picked the longer ones when they came out because they last longer, and they look even cooler," Paula concluded.
Lisa looked at Paula, with a just-lit Virginia Slim 120 menthol between her index and middle fingers. "You and your little femme sticks," the short, honey-blond woman said with a grin. Paula took a mock swing at her while everybody laughed. "As many of those as I've bummed from you, I still can't see why you like them. It's like sucking on a straw," she complained, and took a deep draw on her own cigarette. Lisa opened her mouth and pulled some of the escaping smoke back in. She pursed her lips and smoothly sent a trail of smoke into the air. "I was one of the More Lights girls with Paula in high school, but I switched when I went to college and started smoking Virginia Slims Ultra Lights." She paused to think, dragging again, with the same open- mouthed double inhale and smooth, silent, pursed-lip exhale. "I switched to the 120's during finals my second year. They were kinda hard to find at my school, so I remember running across town to get a carton at the drugstore. I've smoked them ever since."
"What about you, Tanya? I never knew you smoked," Colby asked the woman sitting next to Lisa, keeping the topic alive.
"Oh, yeah. You just never see me smoke at Java Surf because I never work in the smoking section. I gotta be close to the office, so I usually just pop in there to smoke. That way, it never looks like I'm just hanging out and not doing anything." Everybody laughed again except me. The exotic woman with wavy black hair had lit an Eve 120, and taken one of those slow, deep drags. Tanya tossed her head, sending her black hair bouncing, lifted her chin skyward and exhaled audibly. I had a difficult time not making any noise. She crossed her legs, reclined in the chair and held her cigarette down by her hips. "I was one of those fence-sitting social smokers. Always had to smoke when I went out drinking. I smoked Marlboro Lights until I bummed a menthol from my roommate. I liked it, and started buying Salem Ultra Light 100's. I started smoking for real when we started to work on making Java Surf happen. I picked up a pack of Virginia Slims SuperSlims because they were on display at the 7-11 late one night, and I loved the taste. I smoked those for about a half year... but they went too fast. I smoked Capri 120's for a while, because they looked like the SuperSlims, but they weren't quite menthol enough for me. I liked having longer cigarettes, though, it meant I didn't go through two and a half packs on those long nights. I saw Eve Light 120's next to the Capris in the supermarket, so I decided to try them." Tanya took another voluminous puff. "I haven't looked for another cigarette in about a year and a half. I really like these."
Cindy lit another Max and tossed the empty pack away. "Talk about not looking for another cigarette," she said. "I have been smoking these ever since my college days. They are so smooth to me, and I like the fact that it makes me look a little different. I have to hunt for them sometimes, but I like them enough to make the effort." She pushed her chest forward and exhaled a fine stream of smoke. "I started smoking Marlboro Reds, and I switched to Lights when they came out. When I got to college, though, I had to smoke Mores for a half-semester, because it was a sorority hazing thing. Once I got accepted, I switched to Virginia Slims regulars, but I found out that I missed the length of the Mores. I tried Saratogas for a week, went back to Mores for a bit, but I got tired of the brown cigarette bullshit my old boyfriend gave me. I found Max regulars at a local drugstore late one night. I haven't changed since except for two weeks when all I had were Colby's Mores."
That was my girlfriend's cue. She took her holder out, snapped it fully open, and put a More into it. Colby lit it, but before she could say anything, Meghan took it from her. "Oh, look, I'm Colby, the eccentric, flamboyant artiste," she said, walking around with an exaggerated wiggle, and waving the holder around, holding it by the mouthpiece with a thumb and forefinger. Meghan posed and took a fast, hard, deep drag and french- inhaled before tilting her head to exhale. Everybody laughed again, including Colby, who admitted that it was a pretty good imitation. Meghan continued smoking Colby's cigarette through her holder, shifting to hold it between her middle and ring fingers. "I smoke these in the light 120's," she said. "I started out smoking Salem 100s, but a close friend of mine smoked Mores. I wound up switching and smoked Mores all through college. I switched to More Lights menthols for a while after I graduated, but my ex-husband hated the idea of his wife "smoking a cigar", so I switched to Virginia Slims Lights menthol. I got a free pack of Eve Light 120's menthol while I was out shopping one day. I smoked Eve Light 120's for a couple of years until I divorced shithead, and I moved to someplace where they had More Light 120's in brown. I thought it was perfect. I even showed up at the divorce hearing and blew smoke from a brown cigarette in his face." Everybody laughed, but mine died when Meghan took another draw and french- inhaled it, before exhaling very slowly. The smoke leaving her lips looked like cream. "Then I moved here two years ago to take the job with the studio, and found out that the More Light 120's are white here. They don't taste quite the same," she resumed. "They're not as good, so I switch from time to time. When I get tired of them, I usually buy a pack of Eve 120's." She took another long drag, french-inhaled it, and exhaled while leaning against the wall. A very casual, and sexy pose for someone with a More in a seven-inch holder. I moved closer to Colby. "I also smoke More menthols when I'm in the mood for something... different, or Colby is taking a smoking break with me. I smoke 120's because it feels so much more unhurried. I can relax with them, and only have one cigarette. It also makes Richard have to wait longer for me to finish my cigarette break be- fore he can drive me crazy with another crisis at the studio," Meghan laughed, then did another french-inhale, leisurely turn of the head, and easy, effortless exhale. I was almost crazy at this point.
Colby was laughing. "I admit that I smoke Mores because of the attention I get from brown cigarettes. You all know me. What else would I smoke?"
Cindy quickly said, "Cigars. Now there's something that would get you a lot of attention. After all, it's quite the chic thing to do these days for women. It was really big back east. Do you guys know that they have women's cigar clubs there?" There were murmurs of curiosity around the table. I saw the look in Colby's eyes; I knew I'd get to see her smoking a cigar in the very near future. "I even went to one," she said. "It was kinda fun. Maybe we ought to start one here," Cindy suggested.
Paula quickly agreed, and Tanya volunteered the smoking room at Java Surf for a locale. Meghan suggested inviting men, and Colby volunteered to bring snacks. Christie initially declined, but when Paula, Lisa and Colby surrounded her, she decided that she would give it a try, and make an advertising flyer for it. Lisa said she'd get copies of the flyers made. Cindy smiled. "Great. Then all we have to do is to find a date for the meeting and some good cigars. I'll check out the local cigar shops."
Meghan laughed, "Then I declare that this meeting of the '120 smokers' is now adjourned. We will reconvene as the 120 and cigar club." Everybody laughed, but mine was a delirious one: I was all but lost in fantasies and mental replays of the night. We all headed inside to take our leave of the party; the band was packing up and the host was asleep on the couch, leaving it to his wife to say good byes.
As we drove off, Colby quietly asked, "So how hot did all that talk make you?"
"Very."
"What do you think about the cigar club? Is that a turn-off, or a turn-on?" There was a note of concern in her voice. Colby actually cared about the effect of her smoking cigars on my smoking fetish. "I like the idea of smoking cigars in public, Scott," she admitted. "I guess I'm just an image-conscious attention slut."
"Yeah," I agreed, "but you're my image-conscious, sexy- smoking, attention slut. And I want to get us home very quickly. You'd better not have any plans for tomorrow."
Colby snapped her holder open. "I don't," she throatily said.
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