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ALEC I give Quinn his instructions. He is only too happy to help in my little intrigue. Then I eagerly get back to my observations. I watch you light one cigarette after another. I love that I have left the hook so deep in you. That night, I order another girl from SmokingHot. She arrives dolled up to the nines. Dark red lipstick as I specified. Ah Ember. I say Nice to see you. Sure she says. We make out in front of the observation cam. Then I have her sit and smoke in the same posture I observe you in. She smokes very sexily. 100s in a long black cigarette holder. I jump her when I can hold back no longer, spilling the ashtray. Take it Brianna! I shout. Brianna? Shut up I say as I enter her. She struggles because she knows I like it that way. They must have quite a file on me at their company. I finally get her pinned down and give it to her good. On the video screen the doorbell rings. I look up to see Patty facing down Quinn. He asks for Brianna and she fetches her. When I see Briannas face at seeing Quinn, I come inside my hooker. Brianna is completely undone. She does not know how to react. Quinn fills in the space. Hello Brianna, I got your text that you were in town and had some free sex video chatroom time tonight. It would be my pleasure to take you out to see some of the sights. She stalls. Oh, Im not dressed for it… perhaps another…? Oh, Im in no hurry, take your time. I watch Patty and Brianna hustle into her bedroom. They argue. Patty looks at the handsome Quinn and thinks it would be good for her to have something to black hot girls naked take her mind off me. She does not know the history of course and Brianna can not tell her. Finally Brianna runs out of excuses and they dress her up. She comes back to Quinn and he is duly impressed. He holds out his arm and the two of them go off. I am left watching the empty foyer and awaiting messages from Quinn about how far he can push her. Just before I switch off, I see the elder daughter sneak into the room. She see Briannas cigarettes and looking both ways, she grabs one. Oh ho, I think. Then I turn back to my call girl. Youre Brianna now. OK. Call me Quinn. Yes Quinn. Shes going to get a workout tonight. BRIANNA I look down at the ground as we make our way to Quinn’s car. I am afraid to look at him. He opens the door like a gentleman, and as soon as I am seated, I instinctively start hunting for my cigarettes. I can feel Quinn smiling and stealing glances at me as he drives, but I stare blankly at the dash, mindlessly chain smoking. Quinn silently admires your handiwork. Each drag I take is deep and deliberate. Quinn watches my cheeks hollow as I suck the smoke into my lungs. I hold it there for several seconds before exhaling, and then, after tapping my ashes, bring the cigarette immediately back to my lips. My body craves nicotine constantly, and I smoke without thought, without reflection. He marvels at how needy I am after little more than a year of smoking. You have told him I am up to three packs a day, and he is duly impressed. While he drives, he is also observing the subtle signs of lung damage. The way I can no longer get all the smoke from a heavy drag out in a single breath. The way the air catches in my lungs and makes a slight wet, crackle as I exhale. The way my chest heaves as I breathe air and smoke in through constricted and inflamed bronchi. Finally, remembering the assignment he has been tasked with, Quinn breaks the silence, "Brianna, you know this is foolishness. You don’t belong in Nevada. Alec has forgiven you – forgiven us…" "Forgiven?" I reply harshly, "for what? For doing what he asked?" I take a heavy drag from my cigarette and dramatically toss the remainder out the window. That’s it, I think to myself, I quit. I only smoked because that asshole made me. I’m done being his plaything. I stare coldly at Quinn. I don’t want to be here. Quinn glances over; his brow furrows with concern. He places a heavy hand on my thigh. My crotch spasms involuntarily, and I have to stop myself from reaching into my purse and pulling out another cigarette. I want to push his hand away, but I can’t. "This is no place for you," he continues. "You know Alec has been my friend for a long time. You have to accept the way he is…and you have to know that he loves you." My heart aches and my pussy begins to throb. I want to believe him. I want you to love me. As my face catches in the light, Quinn can see that my eyes are wet with tears. He moves his hand up just slightly on my leg… "But while the two of you are separated, we might as well have a little more fun together…don’t you think?" Quinn gives me a quick wink and turns his attention back to the road. ALEC Quinn takes you to a club on the strip. He lights up a cigarette and offers you one. You take it automatically before frowning and handing it back. Brianna, you have to admit you will give in. Everything is against you in this. He leans back and exhales a stream of smoke, replaces his hand on your thigh. You dont want to believe him. You want to believe that you are stronger than that. But as his hand creeps upward you feel yourself swooning at the touch. The waiter brings champagne, looks down and smirks. Your face turns red to realize what he has seen, what he thinks of you. Youre not that kind of girl are you? Youre better than that. The two of you watch the show as his hand move steadily up your leg in the darkness. You dread that when he gets to your sex he will find it already wet and primed for his touch. When he does he cups your pussy, squeezing it. You shudder try to push him away. At that moment, he brings his cigarette to your mouth and you inhale involuntarily. He has you now at both ends. Smoking his poison and yielding to his touch. Will we be taking a hotel room? he asks. You are too distracted to answer. 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