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(Author's note: All people are fictional characters and actions
in this story are completely fictitious, they do not really exist
and have never happened.)
More 120's Mentor: Part I
By Verna Benson
I'll never forget the first time I met the woman who changed my
life. I was a paperboy and frequently I would stop at a liquor
store on my route to get change and a soda. One of the first
times I went in, I noticed an ashtray next to the register
containing a smoldering More 120 cigarette. I was already a
smoking fetishist and looking at the long brown cigarette, with
the gold stripes, with a trail of smoke extending from one end to
the ceiling sent a rush trough my body.
As I placed my soda on the counter, a beautiful fifty-something
woman walked behind the counter, picked up the cigarette and took
a drag, blowing a plume of smoke and placing the cigarette back
down. I noticed she hadn't flicked the ash, which was now quite
long on the extra length cigarette. I really couldn't take my
eyes off of it, but did, as she asked for my money.
As I paid, I took notice of her. Long, white hair, beautiful
brown eyes made quite small looking by her thick glasses. She
wore a sleeveless white top and tight polyester slacks that
flared at the ankle, along with strap-on leather sandals with a
one-inch heel. Her lovely nails were two inches long and painted
a fiery red. She wore big gold earrings and a necklace and
several bracelets on each hand along with a ring on almost every
finger. Leaving the store, I was beside myself with excitement!
When I got home, I took out the pack of Kent Golden Lights 100's
I had stolen from my mom's carton in the refrigerator. I had had
my first ever cigarette six days ago and now the pack was nearing
the end. I just knew I had to go and purchase my first ever pack
from the enchantress I had seen today, the More 120's goddess. I
had always had my heart set on making my first pack Virginia
Slims, they're so sexy! Yet, the thought of getting a pack of
those More 120's and thinking about that hot mama from the liquor
store played on my mind.
So I went to the store the next day and the goddess was there
again, wearing her sexy outfit and smoking another More 120! I
was literally shaking as I asked for a pack of Virginia Slims. I
expected an interrogation as this was my first time buying
cigarettes and I got one.
The woman leaned into me and half-nodding knowingly to the two
guys who always loiter in the store, she said, "You aren't
smoking are you?"
I had half-expected this, then again, knowing I was going to buy
Virginia Slims, I figured whoever sold them to me would figure
they were for my mother. The thought that she thought I was the
type of person who would smoke Virginia Slims excited me further,
but to make sure I got my cigarettes, I blurted out (not very
convincingly), "They're for my mom." I quickly paid for the pack
and left the store.
At home, I was beside myself with anticipation over finally
smoking Virginia Slims! I actually dragged on the cigarette
before lighting it and when I did light it, it was total nirvana!
I had that pack gone in two days, so while on my route, I stopped
at the store again expecting to buy another pack of Virginia
Slims. But when I walked in, the woman was there smoking her More
120s and I was overwhelmed... I asked for a pack of More 120's.
It was just then that I realized the jeopardy I had placed myself
in. The woman knew (from my lie) that my 'mom' smoked Virginia
Slims. So who would she think the More 120's were for? Would she
ask?
"Which kind, hon?" she said.
"The regular," I said, indicating the red pack.
As soon as I said that, she exclaimed excitedly, "Same as I
smoke!" and got me the pack.
She continued talking about how she loved smoking her More 120's
and it seemed to me that she was talking to me in the same way
two women might discuss smoking.
I was so excited as I left the store, I ran home and lit up the
long, slender, brown cigarette and was enchanted. The thought
that the woman might consider me a fellow More 120's smoker got
me so much in a lather, I masturbated. I decided right then and
there that I would present myself as a More 120's smoker to
people whenever possible.
I had to be careful, as I couldn't let anyone see me who might
tell my mom or friends or their friends. So, I got in the habit
of putting my pack of More 120's and lighter in my shirt pocket
when I collected paper money from certain "safe" people on my
route. Generally, these were older women but sometimes I took a
chance with some older men. I never got a comment, but I did take
notice at some bulging eyes when I would fish for change and lean
down, exposing my cigarettes to them even more.
The last stop on my route everyday was several apartments over a
Laundromat. This was right across the street from the liquor
store. I had three customers there: two senior women and an older
man who always sat at his table with his door open to the
hallway. Usually, I left the papers in the customer's mail slots,
but one day, feeling quite brash, I placed my More 120's and
lighter in my pocket and headed to the guy's apartment to give
him his paper personally (and let him take a gander at my
cigarettes!). He was sitting there smoking Salem 100's when I
walked into the doorway and knocked.
"Is it time to collect already?" he said.
I told him I'd thought he'd appreciate getting the paper without
having to walk down the stairs. He seemed pleased by my
"kindness" and invited me in for a glass of iced tea. This was my
big chance and I took it. I had never smoked in public before,
only in the safe sanctuary of my bedroom, but I pulled out my
long red and gold pack of More 120's and nervously lit one.
"Whoa!" he said, giving me the glass of tea, "You smoke those
things, huh?" taking note of my More. "I've only seen old women
smoking those before," he said.
"Yeah," I said nervously, "I smoked Virginia-um Kent Golden
Lights but just switched."
"You know," he told me, "Sylvia down there at the liquor store
smokes those."
I gulped down the iced tea and put out my cigarette and made an
excuse to leave. Ohmygod! I thought. He knows her and he'll
undoubtedly tell her and... Gulp! She might tell my mom. But I
also considered that she already knew I smoked, assumed so when I
bought the More 120s from her. But, God! If my mom found out I
was in major trouble, plus I would be beyond embarrassed for
smoking a woman's brand of cigarettes.
I had no choice but to give the man his paper personally the next
day. He mentioned that I'd left abruptly the previous day. I felt
I had to make amends so I agreed to have another glass of tea. I
didn't have my More 120's in my pocket, but I knew I had to keep
up appearances, so I fished them from my paper bag and lit one.
"Oh, those Mores," he said, (and then he totally freaked me out
by saying) "When I told Sylvia yesterday that you smoked those,
too, she was kind of surprised. She said she thought you were
buying them for your mom or aunt or something when she sold you a
pack a few days ago."
Shaking inside, I tried to remain cool. I took a drag and said,
"Well my mom doesn't know, but she smokes. Just not the More
120's."
"Hey, it's okay with me. In fact," he said, fishing in his pocket
for money, "how about going down to the store and getting me a
pack of Salem 100's and get yourself a pack of those Mores."
I had no choice but to go to the liquor store since any other
store selling cigarettes was too far away and the man would grow
suspicious. My only hope was that Sylvia wasn't working today,
but there she was behind the counter in her full glory, smoking a
More 120. I meekly went to the counter and asked for a pack of
Salem 100's and More 120's.
"Those for John?" she asked, indicating my route customer.
"Yes," I said.
"Okay," she said, placing the Salem 100's on the counter. Then,
getting the More 120's, she put them down in front of me and
said, "Here are your cigarettes, hon." She looked at the two
loiterers and said, "This boy smokes More, just like mine!"
My face turned crimson, but at least she was accepting of my new
habit. I murmured a thank you and walked out, but not before she
yelled out behind me, "When you leave John's, I want you to come
back here for a minute. I want to talk to you."
"Okay," I said, but I felt like crying.
I smoked one cigarette at John's and then headed meekly back to
the liquor store. I'd quit smoking, I decided. My fetish wasn't
worth my mom finding out. I'd tell Sylvia that. Inside the store,
she directed me to a back room office.
"You're awfully young to be smoking," she said, "and More and
Virginia Slims? Why do you smoke women's cigarettes?"
"The Virginia Slims are my mother's," I lied.
At that, she slapped me hard across my face. "Do not EVER lie to
me again!" she barked.
I started crying as she told me she had called my mother last
night (She got the number from John; all route customers have my
home number).
"I told her I was from a tobacco company. She smoked Kent Golden
Lights 100's, she said she was the only smoker in the house and,
telling her I was doing a 'survey' on youth smoking. She told me
under no circumstances would she allow you, her only child, to
smoke. Yes, I know everything, Joseph Markus Smith, including
your name!"
I was sobbing uncontrollably by now and telling her I was
quitting and begging her not to tell my mommy.
"It's too late for that now," she said, "I won't tell your
'mommy' just yet, as long as you obey what I tell you from now
on."
I weighed my options, as far as just smoking; I'd just be
grounded for a couple of months. But mom finding out I smoked
women's brands was far too humiliating for me and I know she'd
tell her friends. I agreed to obey Sylvia.
Sobbing, I said, "Just please don't tell my mommy!"
Sylvia pulled a More 120 from her pack on her desk and gave it to
me and gave me a light. Lighting one up for herself, she said,
"So why do you smoke women's cigarettes, Joey?"
Taking a great drag on my cigarette, I exhaled and said, "I just
think they're sexy."
"Sexy, huh?" she said, not quite satisfied with my answer, but
letting the subject drop. She gave me a hug and said, "There's no
reason to cry, Joey. Everything's gonna be all right."
Then she outlined what I would be doing. She asked me when I left
for school each morning and I said 8am. She told me to come to
the liquor store each morning at 7am and spend an hour there. I
would quit my paper route and she'd make sure my mom didn't find
out. Instead, after school each day I'd report to her at the
liquor store and then go to John's place and clean and do chores
for him. Then I'd check in with her back at the liquor store.
Then I would go to her nearby house and do chores until 6pm, when
she got home. We'd spend an hour together and then I could go
home at 7pm. Sylvia told me she knew several teachers at my
school and would make up "school activities" that I'd tell my mom
I was involved in.
"Do you think you can follow that schedule, hon?" she said with a
big smile on her face.
It was then that I noticed she wore a tiny diamond stud in her
nose. For some reason, that made her seem even scarier to me.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, still sniffling tears back.
"That's good, Joey," she said giving me a kiss on the lips. "Oh,
look you got lipstick on your lips. Actually, it becomes you.
Plus, I think cigarettes taste better when I'm wearing lipstick.
Here let me try some on you," she continued, extracting a tube of
pink glossy lipstick and applying it to me.
"Take the tube," she said.
We walked out in front again and she made a point of showing the
men my lipstick. The men laughed and said I looked precious.
Sylvia gave me another More and one man said, laughing heartily,
"Oh, so sophisticated!" Sylvia instructed me to leave and go back
to John's. "I will watch you from the door and I want to see you
drag on the cigarette 15 times between here and the apartment
house door. Do what chores he has for you. Then before you leave,
kiss him once on each cheek. He's coming over later and I will
look for the lipstick marks on his cheeks. Smoke the whole time
you are there," she said, "John will tell me if you don't. Also,
whenever you are outside, you do not hide your cigarettes in a
pocket or pants. Clutch your pack and lighter in your hand. And
always hold your cigarette aloft. If you're going to smoke
women's cigarettes, you will smoke with the style of a woman. Now
off you go!"
At the door, a younger, sexy woman from my route was walking in,
no doubt to grab a pack of her Marlboro Gold 100's.
As I approached her, she recognized me and said, "Hi." Then
taking note of my lipstick, the daintily held More 120 and the
two packs clutched in my other hand, she went, "Oh my God!" and
as I walked through the door I heard her and Sylvia and the men
laughing out loud.
I walked outside and took my first drag and turned to see the
group from inside the liquor store watching me and laughing.
Sylvia made a motion for me to scoot and I headed to John's,
dragging furiously on my More as she had ordered. Once inside the
door, my head started swimming from chain-smoking the cigarette.
I went up to John's and put it out in his ashtray on the table.
John stood up and hugged me. "Welcome back," he said. I lit
another More and started cleaning his apartment for him.
Over the next hour, as I worked, I chain-smoked as John kept an
eye on me. When the apartment finally passed his inspection. I
was allowed to leave, but not before kissing him on the cheeks.
He told me to go back to Sylvia and to smoke the same way I did
when I came from the liquor store.
Inside there, Sylvia took me into the back room again. She placed
two nicotine patches on my upper arm, and then taped over them
with medical tape. Then she took a thick, black marker and wrote
"More 120's" half on the tape and half on my arm.
"That's so you won't remove it," she said.
She quickly covered that with an Ace bandage. As we smoked, she
gave me a packet of Chicklets gum, only she said this was
Nicorette gum and I should chew it when I wanted a cigarette
tonight. She then gave me a red leather cigarette clutch case,
put an empty pack of More 120's into it and then put three
cigarettes in the pack. She put my lighter and lipstick in the
slot on the outside of the case. She said I could smoke one on
the way home, one tonight before bed and one in the morning. In
fact, she insisted on it and said she wanted three lipstick-
stained More 120's butts to see from me in the morning. She gave
me a hug and kiss and patted my fanny and told me she'd see me at
7am sharp.
As I walked out of the store, she yelled out to me, "Start
telling your mom you want to get both of your ears pierced.
Really work on her, because Saturday I'm taking you to get it
done either way."
I ran all the way home furiously smoking the cigarette, because I
knew it was my last for a long time and yet trying not to be
seen. When I finished, I ground it out on the sidewalk and put
the butt in my pocket to save for Sylvia. I put two pieces of the
gum in my mouth and chewed like crazy. I wiped off my lipstick.
At home, I told mom of my new after school "activities" and she
seemed pleased that I was getting more involved in high school.
All evening I longed for a cigarette and finally at bedtime,
reached for my second of the three More 120's Sylvia had allowed
me. As I lit up, I realized I forgot my lipstick and put it on. I
totally enjoyed finally having a cigarette again and after
finishing it, fell asleep, forgetting to remove the lipstick.
That night, I dreamed that Sylvia and I were best friends. I go
to her house and we'd chitchat and gossip and smoke. It was such
a heavenly dream!
In the morning, I went down to breakfast and longed for a
cigarette. I'd already been into the gum and was dying for a
cigarette. The aching was so bad, I didn't know if I'd make it.
Compounding this was the fact that mom was at the table enjoying
her Kent Golden Lights 100's and coffee.
Remembering Sylvia's command to me, I said, "Mom, I want to get
my ears pierced this weekend."
"Really," she said, "Which one?"
"Both," I said.
"Both!?" she exclaimed, and then suddenly calmed down, "Okay,
then. I guess that's the style now for guys, too." Then taking a
sly, long drag on her cigarette and holding it aloft, she said to
me, "Do you want to explain to me why there's lipstick smeared
across your face?"
End of part one
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