Breanna Dirks sat confidently at the head of the board room of her father’s company, Dirks Financial, a large and freshly lit Maduro cigar clenched between her jaws as she surveyed a dozen of her employees from the collections department seated in front of her, apprehension in their eyes as they awaited their mercurial boss’s latest moment of judgment. Breanna tussled her long dark brown hair and drifted her eyes from one employee to the next as she usually did at these quarterly department meetings, getting off at her ability to project maximal intimidation with a moment of uncomfortable eye contact and a puff of thick cigar smoke. She may have been working through her own long-standing insecurities, but she wanted to make sure nobody in the room knew that but her, and judging by their darting eyes and sweaty palms, she was pretty sure she had everybody fooled.
Breanna then turned her eyes to admire the spoils of her most impressive project done in the name of Dirks Financial, watching as 12-year-old Hannah Sampson encircled the boardroom desk passing out sales report printouts and looking exactly like a miniature Breanna down to the long dark brown hair, the short black leather skirt, and the bulbous cigar projecting from her mouth. Hannah was on her brief mid-October fall break from sixth grade and Breanna invited her to spend today and tomorrow in the office as she had every day the previous summer. Not a day went by the previous summer where Breanna didn’t get off on her corruption of young Hannah, and watching her protege work the room like a natural right now was a great reminder of how much she’d missed it the last couple of months when Hannah’s been back in school.
Hannah strutted like a peacock as she handed out the printouts to the collections staff, making sure to produce an individual burst of cigar smoke for every employee to choke on as she slow-walked her way past them and really getting off on the power dynamic. She looked 50-something collections employee Keith Schultz directly in the eyes for a moment and walked right past him without handing him a sales report printout, just as Breanna had instructed, confusing Keith as she continued down the line handing everybody else printouts.
Hannah proceeded into the space of her own mother Alexis, who couldn’t conceal her frown of despair seeing what had been done to her recently innocent young daughter who was now dressed like a promiscuous coed with the filthy Churchillian cigar continuing to be a permanent fixture in her mouth. The sensation hit Alexis even deeper as the dominating smell of her sixth-grade daughter’s cigar smoke invaded her airspace.
Hannah completed her rounds and climbed into the assistant board chairperson seat right next to Breanna, their cigars remaining perched intimidatingly between the young ladies’ lips as they looked over their underlings. It had been a while since Hannah had this kind of audience for her performance art and the thrill of the previous summer rushed back into her heart. She maintained her cigar habit outside of school, much to her mother’s eternal chagrin, but nothing was as rewarding to her as spending her days in this office setting with Breanna where her cigar felt like such a natural extension of her body….a symbol of power that she quickly came to understand after working with Breanna even before it was directly spelled out to her.
Speaking through her cigar, Breanna called the meeting to order. “As you all read in the email, today is our quarterly meeting. Hannah has just handed out a spreadsheet documenting everyone’s performance numbers in the last three months. It’s been a strong quarter for Dirks Financial, for the most part,” she added, quickly darting her eyes toward Keith, the one department employee who didn’t get a report printout. “Now it’s time to address these numbers person by person and get an update on where you see things going for the coming quarter.”
Breanna stood up out of her chair, as expected, and began slow-walking around the desk, prowling the room and building up suspense about who was gonna be singled out first. Breanna’s inaugural prowl came to an end at the chair of Stephanie Eaton, and Breanna leaned against the edge of the desk next to Stephanie’s chair, her physical dominance and her dripping sexuality on full display as she lurked awkwardly above her.
“Stephanie Eaton,” Breanna opened, speaking through her cigar and making sure a giant cloud of it enveloped Stephanie’s personal space as she spoke to her. After a couple moments of awkward anticipation, Breanna continued. “Excellent job all around, but especially with the Freddy’s Steakburgers account. They’ve been on a rocket ship lately and we’ve been riding it out with them thanks to your steady hand. I couldn’t be more pleased with your performance. Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you,” Stephanie responded sheepishly through the haze of Breanna’s cigar smoke hovering in front of her face, grateful for the favorable performance review but disgusted in every way possible by the dehumanizing approach. “Revenues look to continue being brisk in the quarter ahead, with Freddy’s Steakburgers and several of my other accounts. We’re in a good place right now,” she added, turning away in a futile attempt to spare herself from the overwhelming imposition of cigar smoke in her space that kept getting reinforced with every breath Breanna took from such close proximity.
Breanna smirked and then congratulated Stephanie again before standing up to repeat the routine, encircling the room and then invading the space of her staff, males and females alike, with mostly complementary reviews after such a strong quarter. One after another, she leaned her ass against the desk in front of them, showcasing her smooth bare legs, black leather miniskirt, and cleavage-bearing red blouse and then browbeat them with stilted praise while forcing them to choke on her cigar smoke at close range. Breanna knew that the staff detested her and her approach, but the power trip made it worth every second, and given that the department’s revenues were soaring since she took over, bringing staff salaries into the stratosphere with them, she was confident she could get away with whatever tactics she wanted and retain her staff, however grudgingly.
Breanna gave her up-close and personal performance review to nearly all of the employees but saved Alexis Sampson, Hannah’s mother, until nearly the end. She leaned against the table, removed the cigar from her mouth and exhaled directly into Alexis’s face as she tapped the long grey ash hanging onto the end of her cigar into the ashtray teeming with cigar butts in the center of the board room table.
As Alexis winced at Breanna’s cigar smoke flowing into her face, she couldn’t help but look shamefully in the direction of her daughter Hannah, mortified that Hannah was not only witnessing her mother being disrespected this way but that Breanna’s toxic example was being internalized as the new normal. Breanna had become her daughter’s role model and best friend since last spring, and Alexis gradually felt the shift at home of losing her daughter’s respect and any semblance of being an authority figure for her. Just as Breanna allowed Hannah to run roughshod over her mother’s example in the office, that dynamic ultimately took over at home, most notably with her daughter’s chronic cigar habit but also with the general power dynamic in the home.
But Alexis had to continually remind herself that much as she hated Breanna for everything she’d done to her and her daughter, their household income was poised to double this year. Not only was Breanna’s presence extremely lucrative to Dirks Financial’s collections department, but Hannah was getting lavished with money from Breanna personally. At least for the time being, Alexis justified her continued presence here as a means to a financial end, confident that once she put enough money away, she could make a clean break from this poisonous environment, ideally before it was too late to save her daughter from this monster’s lair. But as she made eye contact with Hannah once again while awaiting Breanna’s review, her ability to save her daughter quickly enough was in question, observing Hannah watch Breanna’s every move with doe-eyed schoolgirl adoration as puffs of smoke continued to burst out of her mouth on both sides of the large half-smoked cigar clutched between her jaws.
“I know we’ve had our differences in the past, Alexis….” Breanna opened, redirecting Alexis’s attention her way. “….but there isn’t one bad thing I could possibly say about your performance this quarter.” Checking out Alexis’s numbers on the spreadsheet, Breanna continued. “You have a lot of great stuff going on here but I’m most pleased with the way you got Carol’s Cosmetics back on track. They were a frequent delinquent a couple of years ago but you pulled them back from the ledge. Revenues are up 32% year-to-year from their account. Very good job, Alexis.”
Alexis gave Breanna a mousy and intimidated smile, ostensibly pleased at the favorable review but still mortified about the example she was setting for herself and her daughter, catching another blast of Breanna’s cigar smoke in her face. “Glad to have been able to step up my game around here,” she offered, adding “Pretty sure Carol’s Cosmetics is fully on track now.”
Breanna smiled and stood up, walking in Hannah’s direction and putting her hand on Hannah’s head. “I’ll just bet this girl right here helped you find your inspiration,” Breanna responded to Alexis, affectionately stroking the cigar-chomping sixth-grader’s hair and knowing Alexis was reflexively gritting her teeth at the sight of it.
Alexis gave a reluctant, Stepford wife smile and replied, “Absolutely true!”, failing to disclose that her performance was primarily inspired as a means of getting both of them away from Breanna at the first opportunity.
Breanna only had one performance review left, and she saved her best spectacle for last as she made eyes with Keith Schultz before walking his direction, surprising him by pulling his chair away from the table and sitting on his lap, her cigar only inches from his face pumping out disgusting smoke. She rubbed her hands on the chest of the mid-50s Keith’s sports jacket and then began speaking. “I see you didn’t get a copy of this quarter’s report, Keith,” she opened, guiding her hand toward the hemline of her leather miniskirt and continuing, “…..but I’ll let you have one if you dig for it.”
Keith squirmed in a combination of humiliation and fury, instinctively wanting to spit in this girl’s face and dump her forcefully out of his lap, but knowing that if he wanted to hang around Dirks Financial long enough to have the retirement he dreamed of in a few more years, he had to play along. With a mortified grimace on his face, Keith hiked his hand up Breanna’s skirt, his fingers progressing up her leg until he felt her moist panties, knowing his coworkers were observing this despicable performance feeling the deepest pity for him. He listened to Breanna’s gentle moans of pleasure as he progressed his fingers around her panty line, feeling her fluids on the tips of his fingers but not finding anything resembling a stack of papers.
Breanna smirked, a pleasured look on her face as she removed the cigar from her mouth, exhaled smoke into Keith’s face, and then whimsically interjected, “Oops…..you’re digging on the wrong end of the tunnel,” before guiding Keith’s other hand to the back of her skirt.
An unamused Keith began to unzip the leather skirt at Breanna’s rear waist, quickly discovering the sales report spreadsheet tucked into Breanna’s panties and jerking it out, hoping he’d give her a paper cut on her ass. Keith then looked at the numbers on the previously withheld spreadsheet, anticipating that the numbers weren’t good and quickly confirming it as he saw his numbers down double digits from the previous quarter, with a 40% decline from the Tompkins Consulting account.
“Not such a good report for you Keith,” Breanna scolded, still seated on his lap and now putting her arm around his shoulder to pull him closer and even more thoroughly engulf him in her cigar smoke. “What do you got to say for yourself?”
“The Tompkins Consulting numbers were what really drug me down…and you know what happened there,” Keith attempted to explain, gently reminding Breanna that after stories got out about her public humiliation of founder and CEO Craig Tompkins a year earlier, clients lost confidence in his stewardship and started bailing, leaving the company in a death spiral.
Breanna nodded in partial understanding, cigar smoke continuing to billow from her face and scatter about as her head nodded. “Well it’s partly your job to help restore confidence in his clients and keep the trains running on time but you make a reasonable point about Tompkins Consulting.” She paused to look again at the spreadsheet numbers and send another blast of cigar smoke gushing into Keith’s face. “But that’s not your only account lagging the rest of the office this quarter is it? And as I recall, you had disappointing numbers the previous quarter as well, Keith. What’s going on?”
Keith shook his head in frustration as if not fully understanding it himself, desperate to find the words that could make this emasculating scene come to an end. “I caught a few unlucky breaks….had some clients request to defer an extra month because of weaker-than-expected summer sales. I’d expect those numbers to roll in and perk up my numbers for the next quarter.” He shrugged, looking for the vaguest measure of understanding as he added, “Sometimes the deck is just stacked against you some quarters. You know how it goes….”
Breanna’s eyes perked up at the closing flourish of excuses. “It doesn’t go that way with me Keith. If the rest of the office was slumping this quarter the way you are, I might be willing to give you a pass but everybody else’s numbers are booming. It’s only you pulling up the rear, Keith,” she added, guiding his hand to pull up the zipper to refasten her leather skirt, then smirking at him to made sure he connected the dots of her crude metaphor. “You’re under a microscope Keith. Do better next time, okay?” she closed, another burst of cigar smoke exploding into his face as she prepared to climb off of his lap.
Keith gasped for fresh air after the haze of pollution began to drift away once Breanna dispersed from his airspace, and only then was he able to respond. “I’ll get on the phone with Tompkins Consulting this afternoon and start busting some chops,” a chastened Keith announced, feeling the pity of the room as his coworkers overlooked him, hoping that this groveling plea would be enough to pacify Breanna until he could right the ship.
“That sounds like a really good idea, Keith” Breanna replied condescendingly as she walked away, straightening her leather skirt and undoing the wedgie created by her “financial report tucked in her underwear” stunt. As Breanna emerged back at the chairperson seat in the front of the boardroom sitting next to Hannah, she proceeded to announce, “That’ll do it for this meeting. You’re all free to get back out there and keep doing what you’ve been doing,” darting her eyes to Keith and adding, “…or maybe a little more than what you’ve been doing. Let’s keep the momentum rolling, guys!”
The employees quickly rose to their feet to disperse from the boardroom that was hazy with smelly cigar smoke, and from the general dehumanizing vibe of the room, eager to return to the relative coziness of their cubicles where Breanna was more likely to leave them alone. Once the room was empty, Breanna looked to Hannah and they exchanged jubilant eyes, both of them getting off on the way Breanna shamelessly owned the room and the way both of them used their cigars as props to facilitate the culture of human ownership in this department.
Breanna was about to burst with sexual excitement and wanted to get back to the isolation of her office to pleasure herself thinking about, giving Hannah a chore to do to keep her distracted for a bit. “Hannah, would you mind gathering these reports and filing them away in the backroom?” she asked. “Just put them all in the file cabinet for the 2nd quarter, okay?”
“No problem, Breanna,” Hannah muttered adoringly through the cigar clutched in her mouth, eager to please her mentor in any possible way and piecing together that Breanna was probably looking for a moment of privacy in her office to rub one out.
Breanna and Hannah made their way to the boardroom door at a brisk pace, having differing motivations to leave the room. Breanna turned left and Hannah turned right at the boardroom door, with Breanna determined to tend to her carnal needs. Ever since she was forced to fire personal assistant Antonio back in April, Breanna’s sexuality had atrophied. She directed her energy toward grooming Hannah as her mini-me for the past several months and was only occasionally reminded, usually at moments like now, that her sexual needs had gone neglected. As she approached the doorway to enter her office, she speculated that a strong trigger of some sort would likely regenerate her libido at its previous raging level, and no sooner did that thought cross her mind than she set foot in her office and was startled by a familiar face who took it upon himself to sit in her office chair in a way very few would dare to do.
Breanna coughed for a moment, so startled by the vision of rugged masculinity in her office that she inadvertently inhaled a puff of her cigar smoke. Seated in the hallowed ground of her office chair like he owned the place was a guy who in some ways did.
“Breanna Dirks, how the heck have you been?” greeted the mid-50s office occupant in an authoritative Texas accent that matched his image, decked out in a cowboy hat with a salt-and-pepper handlebar mustache, a gray sports coat with a bolo tie below his neck paired with boot-cut blue jeans and cowboy boots.
“Edwin Bennett?!” Breanna inquired rhetorically as if making sure her eyes weren’t tricking her, having not seen him in a good 10 years.
“In the flesh!” Edwin responded, smiling back at Breanna with a robust grin that made her swoon.
Breanna tried to gather herself and not give away her schoolgirl fantasies, finding herself ceding the whip hand in an office setting for the first time in recent memory. She didn’t like the moment of weakness, but she certainly understood it as she surveyed the man who inspired her professional trajectory more than anyone else alive. After an extended moment attempting to regain her composure, Breanna continued. “Haven’t seen you around here for a while. Too damn long in fact!”
Edwin laughed and shrugged. “I had a business deal with your dad that left some egos bruised so I decided to walk away for a while.” With a twinkle in his eye, he added, “But today seemed like a good time to let bygones be bygones,” a mischievous tone in his drawl.
Breanna smirked as she flexed the cigar between her teeth. “It’s a new day here at Dirks Financial in case you haven’t heard.”
Edwin laughed again. “Yeah I’ve been hearing some things…..including how that sweet little girl I used to see playing in the corner of her daddy’s office is all grown up now and running a pretty tight ship in her role in the company.”
Breanna beamed with pride, removing the cigar from her mouth and leaning forward to ash it on the ashtray on her desk in front of Edwin. “Well I did learn from the best,” she responded, fluttering her eyebrows flirtatiously as she leaned her body Edwin’s way, hoping he’d be rendered powerless from leering at her suggestive pose. As she pulled back and put the cigar back in her mouth, she recommended, “The humidor next to you is full of cigars. Go ahead and grab whichever one calls out to you.”
Edwin smirked. “I’m not so young anymore and neither is my heart. But Margot would kill me before my heart went if I picked up another cigar after all these years,” referencing his wife. “But it looks like you’re gonna keep those Cubans and Dominicans working those tobacco fields just fine without me,” he added, pointing to the pyramid of expired cigars in Breanna’s ashtray.
Breanna tried to restrain her disappointment that her childhood hero had given up the cigars that so thoroughly inspired her as a girl, but decided to take the opportunity to make a power move. “It’s kinda sad to find out your hero has been thrown off the saddle,” she mused, leaning forward to pluck the territorial Texan’s cowboy hat off of his head and put it on top of her own head, “…but I guess every hero has to know when to pass on the spurs to the next generation.”
After getting past the initial shock of this college girl taking his hat off of his head and claiming it as her own, Edwin grinned again, appreciating the analogy and admiring that Breanna’s chutzpah was exactly what he was looking for and what led him to her office today. “It just so happens I came by today to check on the truth of that,” Edwin responded, getting down to business.
Breanna admired that Edwin’s hairline was intact now that the hat was off his head, a mix of dark and gray hair that made him even more attractive than she remembered him being when she was a young girl. “What can I help you with Edwin?” Breanna finally got around to asking after a few moments of admiring him, the deliberate burst of cigar smoke belching out of her face dripping with sexual innuendo.
“Close the door,” Edwin advised, foreshadowing that the news he was about to share needed to remain a well-kept secret. When Breanna did as he asked and closed her office door, Edwin continued. “One of your clients…..Tompkins Consulting. My firm has some big plans we’re about to spring on those ol’ boys.”
Breanna grinned again, performatively clutching her cigar firmly between her teeth. “Hostile takeover huh?”
“You could say that,” Edwin responded cryptically. “They’re kind of soft right now…” he added with a grin, eluding to Breanna’s emasculation of their CEO the year before that led to the company’s recent spiral. “…and it’s a buyer’s market.”
Breanna smiled again. “You heard about that, huh?” she asked in reference to her cock-stroking public takedown of Craig Tompkins in front of his staff.
Edwin chortled. “Oh everyone in the business community within a thousand miles of here heard about that. But his loss could be my opportunity….or should I say our opportunity.” He paused and then continued. “I’m prepared to make a deal in the next 48 hours…..but only if I can get a few favors from some old friends along the way.”
Breanna raised her eyebrow. “Whatcha got in mind, cowboy?”
“I’m gonna want to install some allies into some key positions at some key places,” Edwin replied. “Starting right here at your collections department.”
Breanna was startled by the timely exchange, occurring only moments after her staff meeting discussing the disappointing recent revenues coming out of Tompkins Consulting. She smooched the fast-shrinking cigar butt still smoldering between her lips, letting out a burst of smoke and open-endedly inquiring “Is that right?”
Edwin nodded. “I have a full proposal drawn up if you’re interested. It’s not on me but give me a call and I’ll just bet we can work things out,” he said, handing Breanna his business card with a cell phone number that she could contact at him with. “I’ll be staying here in St. Louis for the next two days. If I don’t hear from you by then, I’ll assume you guys aren’t as into making money as you used to be here at Dirks Financial.”
As Breanna looked over Edwin’s business card with a smirk, they were both startled by the abrupt sound of her office door opening. Stepping inside without thinking, the stub of a cigar in her mouth, Hannah joyfully erupted into her news. “Breanna, my friends are coming to visit. I just had the limo sent their way–” Hannah opened, abruptly stopping as she made eye contact with Edwin and briefly lost in the authoritative presence that Edwin commanded sitting in Breanna’s chair, effectively filling the role as Breanna’s masculine equivalent if only temporarily.
Breanna smiled as she observed Hannah and Edwin stunned at the sight of each other. “Hannah, I’m so glad you dropped in. I’d like to introduce you to a man who taught me everything I knew when I was about your age. He’s a colleague named Edwin Bennett…and I think we’re gonna be seeing quite a bit of him from now on,” she teased, winking at Edwin to let him know she was inclined to work with him on the Tompkins deal. She then continued her introduction. “And Edwin, this is my assistant Hannah. She worked with me all summer and she has a couple days off of school and decided to come help me again for today’s staff meeting.”
“Hello, young lady,” Edwin greeted, awkwardly making eye contact with the cigar-chomping 12-year-old dressed identically to Breanna and quickly connecting some dots, aghast at the sight of cigar smoke wafting from the face of this otherwise innocent-looking child.
“Hello,” Hannah replied bashfully, avoiding direct eye contact as much as possible but nonetheless trying to visually take in the image of the man who she suspected was as much of an inspiration to Breanna as Breanna was to her, and as she observed the cowboy hat on top of Breanna’s head that she suspected belonged to Edwin, she was quickly able to put together that there was some sexual chemistry going on between the two of them.
“Good news about your friends coming over though Hannah!” Breanna exclaimed joyfully both to show Edwin how strong her relationship was with her child intern and to nudge Hannah along so she could continue doing business with Edwin. “I’ll let you have the rest of the afternoon off so you can hang out with them at the restaurant. Maybe I’ll come down and visit with them myself a little later.”
Hannah looked to Breanna and smiled, her excitement about her pending company returning. “Thanks,” she said, walking out and closing the door behind her but leaving a trail of her cigar smoke lingering at the entrance.
Edwin shook his head as if disappointed in the extent of Breanna’s shamelessness, which he now realized was even worse than he was warned about. “Seriously?! You’re corrupting elementary girls?”
Breanna flashed him an evil smile as she took the final puff from her cigar, leaning forward once again to show off her feminine form as she crushed out her cigar in the giant, disgusting ashtray. She proceeded to take the cowboy hat off the top of her head and put it back on Edwin’s head as she responded, “You know how it is with little girls. They always want to be like their heroes.”
Edwin chuckled again, recalling that Breanna looked at him admiringly when he was in her father’s office for all those years when she was a girl, but never imagined he was capable of leaving the kind of impression on her that he clearly had, watching her pluck out another cigar and begin to light it. He began to rise to his feet. “Well, I’ll let you get to back to your work. You know where to reach me. And I sure hope you will.”
Edwin tipped his hat to Breanna as he bid her adieu, and she sent a blast of cigar smoke drifting Edwin’s way, both to remind him what he was missing and to let him know she was in charge. She grinned as she watched Edwin step out of the office, giddy as the schoolgirl that she was when she last saw him. After reclaiming her chair that Edwin had briefly occupied behind her desk, Breanna rested her head back, puckering her lips around the freshly lit cigar in her mouth and savoring the rich smoke as it filled her mouth.
The surge of libido that occupied the foremost center of Breanna’s brain when she left the board meeting was now surging back ever stronger as her body processed the encounter with Edwin and everything it stood for. She wanted to take the time to contemplate his business offer and figure out the way to best make it work for her own personal and professional needs, but right now, she just needed to release the beast raging inside her panties. She hiked up her leather skirt and began to touch her fingers to her moist genitals, tightening her jaws against the cigar as she stroked herself, confident that she was poised to get gratification above and beyond what her fingers were capable of producing in the very near future.
A couple of hours later, Breanna walked down the corridors of Dirks Financial with a new determination on her face and another freshly lit Churchill cigar in her mouth. She had spent the last hour or so putting together a plan for how to secure the deal with Edwin, determined to force a situation where her preteen fantasies could be realized. Her plan was still a work in progress and she didn’t know exactly how it would play out, but she knew she wanted Hannah to be a part of it, both because she wanted an audience and because of her need to continue grooming Hannah as a successor. And right now, she was en route to Dirks Financial’s in-house restaurant to figure out a way to connect all of these dots.
She approached the hallway window overlooking the inside of the restaurant, almost empty at this mid-afternoon hour except for Hannah and her three girlfriends, who looked as though they were about ready to take off. Breanna smiled broadly looking inside the restaurant and admired her work as Hannah puffed on her cigar. Hannah was mingling with her trio of friends just like any normal group of sixth-grade girls, but she looked as though she was from another planet with her hair professionally styled, her designer blouse and Italian leather miniskirt, and most of all, the recently lit Churchill cigar perched in her mouth so naturally. Breanna’s excitement escalated over the course of the observation, her vision for Hannah being realized in only a handful of months beyond what she could ever have imagined possible when she first made the choice to groom her. And watching Hannah begin to hug her friends goodbye one by one, holding her big cigar behind their backs as they embraced and seeing the friends hold their breath in a fruitless attempt to evade Hannah’s cigar stench, Breanna felt confident that Hannah was past the point of no return and completely under her spell.
The three sixth-grade girls then left the restaurant through the main entrance, likely en route to the same company limo that picked them up and was now waiting to take them back home. Breanna continued to observe from afar as Hannah sat down at her table in the empty restaurant, her body language clearly evoking a moment of lament as she pondered the exchange with her friends. Breanna couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable sight of Hannah putting her elbow on the table and leaning her cheek into her right palm, a standard downcast expression of a moody adolescent girl, only in this case with a huge cigar sticking out of her face. Breanna knew moments of potential setback like these were inevitable during her grooming process of Hannah and tried to remain vigilant to put these fires out when they arose, as she was about to do now.
Breanna opened the inside door and stepped into the restaurant, approaching Hannah and greeting her before sitting down across from her at the table, the booth that was already filled with cigar smoke about to get twice as smoky.
“Have a good time with your friends?” Breanna opened.
“Yeah!” Hannah responded with easily transparent melancholy in her voice through the cigar in her mouth. “We had fun catching up on stuff!”
“I bet they love having that limo driver at their beck and call driving them home,” Breanna responded with a devious grin.
Hannah nodded affirmatively, but something was very clearly weighing on her mind and Breanna wasn’t gonna waste another moment getting to the bottom of it.
“What’s wrooong?” Breanna asked in a tone somewhere between big sister and best friend, knowing that Hannah would open up.
“Oh nothing really,” Hannah opened before getting to the point. “I just sometimes wish I was a little more normal!”
“Like your friends?” Breanna asked, to which Hannah nodded halfheartedly, explosions of cigar smoke erupting from both of their faces simultaneously.
“You’re too special to be normal, Hannah,” Breanna replied. “If you went back to your friends’ lives, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself after a week tops!”
Hannah wrinkled her nose semi-skeptically as she took a puff from the dangling cigar. “You think so?”
Breanna nodded approvingly and then added, “Hannah, when I was your age, I spent every day dreaming of having the life you have now. And now that I have it for myself, I’m never looking back. You’ve had to grow up faster than your friends and I know that can be a mixed bag but I can promise you that all three of your friends that were just here as well as everybody at your school would give anything to have your life!”
Hannah smiled, acknowledging that Breanna was probably right. “I know, but it feels like things that happen normally for my friends will be weird for me because of who I am now.”
Breanna knew Hannah was eluding to a specific example that likely came from the recent conversation with her friends. “What are we talking about here?” she asked, clenching her cigar in her teeth in a way that projected dominance as though she had Hannah figured out.
“Well…..” Hannah opened with hesitation. “My friend Callista was just telling us about her first kiss with this cute guy from school. It felt like the sort of thing that could happen to me if boys didn’t see me as the ‘scary girl’ at school.”
Breanna laughed out loud at Hannah’s characterization. “Chances are, Callista won’t even remember her first kiss 10 years from now. Nor will the boy she kissed. But I can promise you that we can make your first kiss completely unforgettable for you and whoever the lucky boy is……and being the ‘scary girl’ is what will be the difference!”
Hannah puffed from the cigar with an inquisitive expression. “How do you mean?”
Breanna was a little disappointed that the answer didn’t come naturally to Hannah after all of her training but realized Hannah probably just wanted the lesson reinforced in Breanna’s words. “The power imbalance that your presentation gives you will leave the boy at your mercy and will leave you feeling on top of the world when he succumbs to it. You remember what I’ve told you. Our vaginas give us power…..”
Hannah smiled and she puckered her lips around her cigar with a renewed confidence and then finished Breanna’s sentence. “….but our cigars give us even more power.”
Breanna nodded approvingly, clenching her cigar in her mouth accordingly as a visual aid to their pathway to social supremacy.
“So what boy do you want to kiss?” Breanna inquired, prepared to accelerate the timeline in a way that might be useful to her own ends.
Hannah shrugged. “I mean, there’s not anybody who’s really at the top of my list.”
“How about Caleb? From the ice cream parlor last spring? You got his number at the time. Have you stayed in touch?” Breanna asked.
Hannah’s face lit up remembering her encounter with Caleb and his friend Nick back in May. “Not for a few months,” Hannah responded. “He goes to another school.”
Breanna looked confused as she took another puff from her cigar. “Am I remembering wrong or didn’t you already kiss Caleb?”
Hannah giggled. “That wasn’t a kiss! I’m talking about a REAL kiss! Anyway, Caleb’s in eighth grade so he’s not gonna be interested in me!”
Breanna shook her head. “Whatever Caleb’s got going on with any 14-year-old girls at his school, I can assure you he’d drop everything tomorrow to have another chance with you. What do you say we give him a chance?” she added, fluttering her eyebrows as she swiped Hannah’s phone.
“What are you doing??!” Hannah asked with a nervous laugh.
“Caleb’s school is off for fall break just like yours tomorrow right?” Breanna asked rhetorically as she scrolled through the contacts on Hannah’s phone.
“Well, yeah….” Hannah responded, puffing nervously on her cigar.
Breanna puckered the cigar between her lips mischievously as she punched the call button on Hannah’s phone, putting the phone on speaker and listening to a couple of dial tones, watching as Hannah was becoming mortified with preteen angst. “Hey Caleb, this is Breanna…..Hannah’s older sister. Remember me?” she finally answered through a haze of cigar smoke. Breanna watched Hannah become animated with half-sincere embarrassment knowing that Breanna was about to make a date for her with Caleb. “Well Hannah was just talking about how much she misses you and I got to thinking if you both have the day off school tomorrow, it would be a perfect time for you to drop by our office and spend some time together.”
Hannah’s face was turning a bright shade of red listening to Breanna set this date up, her childish facial hue contrasting sharply with the brown of the big, smelly cigar in her mouth. She nervously awaited what Breanna would say next in the moment of pause as Caleb responded.
“I’ll tell you what, we can have the Dirks Financial company limo pick you up at your place at noon tomorrow….so you won’t have to worry about getting a ride here,” Breanna responded to Caleb’s inquiry about access before resuming the con from last May about them being sisters. “My sister can’t quit talking about you and I think she’ll make it worth your while if you come by,” Breanna added temptingly.
The back and forth continued for a few more exchanges, with Breanna making the sale as she hit all the right cues with the 14-year-old boy on the other end of the line. Hannah’s attempts to camouflage her excitement became increasingly disingenuous as her body language made clear she was thrilled about Breanna doing the leg work to make this encounter happen. Breanna ashed her cigar into the ashtray between them and reinserted it between her lips as the conversation was closing, the giant sphere of red on the freshly ashed cigar representing a glowing beacon of victory as Breanna dragged from it just as she finished the call.
“See how easy it is?” Breanna asked Hannah, puffing again on her cigar.
“Omigod, you’re horrible!” Hannah responded teasingly, cigar smoke spilling from her face.
“Nah, I’m a just a romantic!” Breanna replied, preparing for a pivot. “Nice to get some practice setting up a date with the man of your dreams because I’m about to set up another,” fluttering her eyebrows and puffing on her cigar with a devious gesture.
“With who?” Hannah asked in temporary confusion, having already forgotten about walking in on Breanna with Edwin Bennett earlier.
“With that silver fox you saw me with in my office a couple of hours ago!” Breanna responded.
Hannah giggled, attempting to disguise her continued confusion but having a hard time as she replied, “But he’s…..so old!” unable to reconcile why a young woman as gorgeous as Breanna would chase after a man older than her father.
Breanna smirked, getting the response she expected. “Oh Hannah!” Breanna began to respond, the passion obvious in her voice. “I don’t expect you to understand but I have a history of crushing on Edwin Bennett since I was younger than you. Edwin was the cigar-chomping titan of Texas oil while I was still in diapers. I haven’t seen him since I was a girl, but I’m gonna make sure he knows that I’m a woman now,” she said seductively, clenching her cigar suggestively in her mouth.
Hannah giggled again, happy for Breanna but still not getting it. “Well I’ll wish you luck with your guy if you wish me luck with mine.”
Hannah’s comment reminded Breanna of the double-standard disclaimer she again felt the need to issue. “Just be sure you don’t have too much luck with Caleb, though, okay?”
Hannah blushed again as she took a deep puff from her cigar, releasing a tornado of airborne smoke as she responded, “Breaaannnna!”
“Well, I’m serious Hannah,” Breanna clarified, her tone matching her words. “Particularly with as much power as you and I have, it makes it that much important for us to occasionally defer gratification on some of the big stuff.” She then cynically invoked her own story as a clunky example. “I mean, look at Edwin. I’ve been waiting for 10 years to make my move on him. I want it to be worth the wait when it happens. Be sure to make Caleb wait a while too.”
“But I really wanna kiss him!” Hannah pleaded, her childlike tone continuing to serve as an unthinkable contrast to the bursts of cigar smoke exploding from her face.
“Kissing him is perfectly fine if you’re ready for it,” Breanna replied. “But the power that our vaginas and our cigars give us is weakened if we don’t use them in the right way. Caleb’s probably used to getting what he wants from girls in his school. It’ll end up meaning a lot more to both of you if show him you’re not like those other girls in any way,” she concluded, seeing Hannah nod in vague agreement even though Breanna realized the celibacy message she’d been hammering home to Hannah for months now ultimately rang hollow, but she found Hannah to be a more useful ally at this stage of the game if her motivations remained as pure and uncomplicated as possible.
Watching as Hannah removed her cigar from her mouth for the first time since they sat down and tapping the long grey ash into the ashtray, Breanna beamed with pride at what she saw, thrilled with being able to relive her childhood fantasy vicariously through her protege. As Hannah observed Breanna’s prideful grin, Hannah playfully inquired “Whaaat?” before placing the half-smoked cigar back into her mouth for another extended stay.
“I’m just so happy for both of us that we get to sweep the guys off of their feet tomorrow,” Breanna responded, keeping Hannah in the dark about her larger agenda even though she was about to segue toward it whether Hannah knew it or not.
Hannah laughed. “I know what you mean. I’m sooo nervous!”
Breanna took a deep and sinister draw from her cigar and then leaned forward as if telegraphing to Hannah she was about to get an extensive crash course. “Well that’s what big sisters are for,” Breanna responded, fully divested in maintaining the sisterly narrative. “You won’t be surprised to find out I have all kinds of advice on how to calm those nerves of yours,” Breanna added.
Hannah’s eyes widened as she drew from her cigar, listening intently to Breanna’s manipulative advice, unaware she was being used to pave the way for Breanna’s sinful secret agenda.
The next afternoon, Hannah stood by herself at the ground floor of the parking garage just outside Dirks Financial headquarters, pacing back and forth with a long trail of cigar smoke surrounding her as she awaited the arrival of her suitor. She would have been nervous right now even under ideal circumstances, but after all the advice Breanna pumped into her head the previous afternoon, she felt as though the stakes had elevated to an unreasonable degree and she wasn’t entirely sure why. But her heart skipped a beat as she looked up to the see the company limo entering the front gate and rapidly approach her. Knowing that Caleb was inside that limo, she gulped upon realizing the moment of reckoning had arrived, accidentally swallowing a bit of cigar smoke and fighting the urge to cough in response.
Caleb was every bit as nervous if not more so, following through on the odd request to take this limo ride to Dirks Financial to see Hannah. Even though Breanna’s instinct was right and Caleb had girls in his middle school hanging all over him, he couldn’t get Hannah out of his mind after that day in May when they met, even though they didn’t see each other again after that. Whenever Hannah had crossed his mind in the five months since, the first thing that popped into his head was that big cigar she was smoking on the day they met and the oddly erotic effect that image had on him. Ever since Breanna made the date with him and Hannah the previous day, Caleb fantasized about the prospect of seeing Hannah smoking another cigar today, but he dismissed that as unlikely and figured, despite Hannah’s insistence otherwise in May, that the springtime cigar she smoked was just a gimmick.
Caleb could feel the blood rushing to his reproductive equipment as his limo approached the waiting Hannah and he saw her standing there, her designer red blouse and Italian black leather miniskirt evoking the image of a much older girl, and the unlikely presence of another hulking cigar extending several inches out of Hannah’s face. Caleb was breathless with excitement and intimidation as the limo came to a stop, knowing that the Hannah who presented herself to him last spring was indeed who she said she was, and he wasn’t sure he was man enough to handle that right now, particularly as he set foot into her world.
Caleb stepped out of the limo, the dominating smell of Hannah’s cigar smoke filling the air as he stepped toward her. He held a single red rose in hand that he had briefly forgotten about until the moment he worked up the nerve to greet the girl in front of him. “Nice to see you, Hannah. Been a long time,” he opened nervously, a tremble in his hand as he extended it to give her the red rose.
“Thank you Caleb!” Hannah exclaimed adoringly through the cigar clutched in her jaws, another burst of smoke going airborne into the parking garage. She removed the cigar from her mouth and reflexively pulled in to hug him.
Caleb’s complicated feelings on Hannah’s cigar smoking got even more confused as she enveloped him with her body, the cigar briefly held behind his neck as she hugged him. He found the cigar odor vaguely offensive but knowing that it was coming from Hannah made it oddly alluring. While held in the split second of embrace, Caleb’s senses were boomeranging in every direction as his nose overloaded on the dominant stench of cigar that fully consumed him, realizing that his afternoon date always smelled like this and didn’t seem to care how odd or conventionally unflattering that it was.
As the hug broke apart, Hannah put the cigar back in her mouth and broke up the awkward silence with the speechless Caleb. “Roses are really romantic. You know the way to a girl’s heart,” taking his hand and guiding him toward the building. “Follow me and I’ll give you a tour of my family’s company,” running with the ongoing con that Breanna was her sister and they both had a family connection to Dirks Financial.
As they progressed, Caleb was helpless from staring at Hannah sporting this giant cigar so naturally, almost as a fashion accessory, in a way he never could have imagined a young girl doing. Since he couldn’t think of anything else to say at the moment, he decided to investigate, throwing it out there with a blanket comment. “I still can’t believe you smoke cigars.”
Hannah darted her eyes toward Caleb’s crotch, unsurprised to see he was pitching a tent in his jeans before shifting her gaze upward to make eye contact with him, feigning surprise. “Didn’t I tell you before that I was a cigar smoker?” she asked, the prodigious stick of tobacco bouncing in her mouth as she spoke.
Caleb nodded with continued intimidation looking back at the sixth-grade girl awaiting his response. “Yeah you mentioned it. Guess I thought you were exaggerating.”
Hannah laughed, then adding with pride “Oh no! I got a stogie in my mouth all day long!”
She used her security badge to open the door and held it open for Caleb, further emasculating him as he entered the Dirks Financial building with Hannah following. “Follow me to the elevator and then I’ll take you up to the restaurant up on the top floor. Hope you haven’t eaten lunch.”
Caleb was aghast watching Hannah strut through the building like she owned the place, cigar remaining clutched in her jaws and regularly expelling bursts of dirty smoke. As they stopped in front of the elevator waiting for a car, Caleb again pressed. “They let you smoke inside the building too?”
“Heh!” Hannah chuckled with bravado. “I’d like to see someone try and stop me!”, she added, riding every bit as high on this power trip as Breanna told her she would.
Caleb’s already soaring libido was elevated higher than ever now, the ding of the elevator briefly distracting him as the door opened and Hannah led him inside. The surreal experience was that much more intense for him trapped inside the elevator car as it rapidly filled up with Hannah’s cigar smoke, and he couldn’t control himself from digging deeper.
“How long have been you smoking anyway?” Caleb asked as the elevator slowly ascended the floors of the skyscraper.
Hannah shrugged. “I don’t know. A while,” she responded casually, not wanting to get into specifics and tip off that she’d just started around the time she first met Caleb in the spring.
“Why’d you decide to start?” Caleb pressed, his curiosity preventing him from pushing his luck, inadvertently pushing the very buttons Hannah hoped he would.
“My sister got me started,” Hannah responded with a half-truth. “She wanted both of us to smoke cigars.”
“Why though?” Caleb continued, riding out the wave in the increasingly stinky and congested elevator car.
Hannah shrugged nonchalantly once again. “Just the image we wanted for ourselves in this company to always have cigars in our mouths,” she responded, looking his way while sending a blast of smoke wafting directly into his airspace before following up with the rehearsed punchline. “She thinks it helps us get respect. And I agree.”
The elevator reached the top floor and the door opened, Caleb again speechless and ineffectually attempting to hide his bulging erection behind the placement of his hand. As Hannah led him into the hallway en route to the in-house restaurant, Caleb tried in vain to assert his masculinity, responding “Well maybe you could let me try one and see how it works for me.”
“Oh no!” Hannah fired back dismissively. “You don’t want to smoke cigars, Caleb. Take it from me. It’s a nasty habit,” she added, cringing her nose toward him and making him feel about two inches tall as he watched the explosion of smoke escape her face as she shot down his request.
The young duo entered the restaurant, more than half full of diners at the 1:00 hour, and Hannah led Caleb to a reserved booth, employees of Dirks Financial giving a casual glance toward the cigar-chomping 12-year-old girl and either rolling their eyes or ignoring it completely having been seeing it for months and knowing there was nothing they could do about it given that the girl was the pet project of the CEO’s terrifying daughter.
As they sat in the booth, Caleb pressed one last time as he asked, “You smoke while you eat too?”
Hannah giggled. “Are you gonna spend the whole afternoon asking about my cigars? I want to hear about how you’re doing since we last talked. I hear you just turned 14 last week.”
Caleb pulled himself together, realizing he’d overstepped but still not able to concentrate on anything else but the omnipresent supersized cigar lurking so pervasively in Hannah’s mouth as she awaited his answer. Just as he was about to respond, a perky young waitress approached them and interrupted his train of thought.
“Good afternoon, Hannah,” greeted the waitress. “Is this the friend you said you were bringing over today?”
Hannah greeted the waitress back and responded that he was.
The waitress winked at her. “Well you got good taste. He’s cute,” the waitress responded, ignoring completely, at Breanna’s direction, the presence of Hannah’s cigar to normalize it as much as possible for Caleb, who was blushing at the waitress’s greeting and the two of them giggled at his expense. After an awkward moment, the waitress added, “So what can I get you two today? The usual for you, Hannah?”
Hannah nodded approvingly and then looked to Caleb, her cigar animatedly bouncing up and down as she spoke. “Order whatever you want, but the bacon cheeseburgers here are incredible! That’s what I’m having.”
“Um, yeah,” Caleb responded, thinking that sounded good. “I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger and a Mountain Dew.”
As the waitress took their order, the adoring look in Hannah’s eyes spoke volumes as he got lost in them. He couldn’t help but feel he was being used or set up for something with this lunch date invite, but the greatness he’d spent the last 24 hours anticipating would come from meeting her today had already exceeded his wildest expectations, and he was pretty sure the dramatics had only just begun.
An hour later, Hannah and Caleb remained at their table in the restaurant, wrapping up the dessert they were sharing after their meal. About a third of their banana split remained uneaten in the dish, the young couple clearly having reached a wall between their main course and their ice cream dessert. Meanwhile, Hannah continued to work down her Churchill cigar, now just a stub held between the fingers of her left hand while she approached a final spoonful of chocolate ice cream to her mouth with her right hand.
“Ugh! I think that’s gonna be it for me!” Hannah announced, setting down her spoon and noticing Caleb continued to be unable to take his eyes off of her cigar.
“Yeah me too,” Caleb agreed, the combination of his full belly and Hannah’s incessant assault of cigar smoke making him slightly nauseous. He stared at the remaining inch or so of the cigar between her fingers, the foot soaked with more than an hour’s worth of her saliva. Disgusting as it was to have looked at as she alternated between bites of food and puffs of the cigar for the last hour, he couldn’t help himself from being turned on.
The waitress emerged again, seeing that they had abandoned the banana split, but before she had a chance to comment, Hannah drew attention to her top priority, holding up her nearly expired cigar and casually requesting, “Could you get me another cigar?”
Caleb’s ears perked up, in disbelief that she may immediately have another one, but listened as the waitress casually responded, “Oh certainly. Would you like another Davidoff Commander?” she asked, in reference to the cigar Hannah was currently smoking.
“Ummm….” Hannah pondered. “Actually let’s go with an Ashton Maduro this time.”
“Coming right up,” the waitress said with a perky smile, running to fetch Hannah her latest cigar.
Hannah made frisky eyes at a stunned Caleb, who was resigned to being speechless as he watched her put the stub of her cigar in her mouth, still producing a dirty cloud of smoke with almost every breath that continued to make him slightly nauseous. He finally found some words as he asked, “Do you eat like this every day?”
Hannah laughed. “No, I’m not here every day but I have a pretty good appetite when I do.”
“You’re not here every day?” Caleb inquired. “Everybody seems to treat you like you are.”
Hannah realized she stepped in it and was caught in a fib, searching for a good response but realizing she was about to be saved by the intervening waitress, who approached her with a steel tray that Hannah knew was carrying her next cigar.
The waitress lifted the lid off the tray, revealing the cigar, a guillotine, and a torch lighter, and then proceeded to snip the foot off the cigar and then approach the torch to the end of the cigar. “Have this ready for you in a moment, Hannah,” the waitress politely informed.
“Mmmmm…looking forward to it!” Hannah responded, watching as the torch lighter slowly brought the giant Maduro cigar to life, drifting her eyes to Caleb who was also watching in awe as the waitress lit the cigar, which somehow managed to be longer, fatter, and darker than the one Hannah had just smoked.
Hannah decided to really mess with him at this point, directing his attention by announcing, “Watch this!” and then removed the stub of her current Churchill from her mouth and then smother it out into the remaining untouched scoop of ice cream on the banana split tray in front of them.
Caleb cringed mildly at the crudeness but still found himself getting turned on, making eyes with Hannah to identify another mischievous smirk.
“Here you go, sweetie!” the waitress announced, handing Hannah the cigar. Hannah took hold of it and held it in her mouth as the waitress applied the flame to it for another 30 seconds or so, Hannah’s draws fully igniting the dark Maduro cigar that looked even more jarringly out of place in Hannah’s young mouth than the one she just finished. The waitress noticed the intimidation in Caleb’s eyes and felt pity for him for having to endure Hannah’s spectacle which was clearly engineered by Breanna, but she kept a stiff upper lip as she knew her job depended upon her playing along.
After the cigar was fully lit, Hannah thanked the waitress and then another few moments passed of idle conversation between Hannah and Caleb. But looking at her phone to see it was now 2:15, Hannah knew it was only a matter of time until her phone lit up with an important text. And no sooner did that thought cross her mind before her phone dinged with a text coming from Breanna.
Hannah opened the text, gigantic cigar lurking ominously from her face as she read it, and Caleb could tell by her body language that the date was about to take another wild detour.
“That’s my sister,” Hannah disingenuously announced. “I gotta go take care of something in the office. But you can come with me and see what I do at work,” she welcomed, crossing her fingers that Caleb would say yes and step right into her trap.
“Uhh sure,” Caleb responded, having a feeling this was all leading up to something and too thoroughly intrigued by this absurd situation to ever dream of shutting it down early.
“Great!” Hannah replied through the cigar in her mouth. “Follow me back to the elevator. I’m on the eighth floor.”
Caleb rose to his feet, following Hannah and the smelly trail of cigar smoke in her path, taking advantage of the opportunity to walk behind her and admire her ass draped in that sultry leather miniskirt, hoping against hope that he’d get the opportunity to put his hands on it before the day was over. As the elevator door opened, Caleb knew he’d have another nauseating ride with Hannah in close quarters, but he was confident she was gonna make it worth his while, although still unprepared for the magnitude of the show that was coming.
Moments later, Breanna met Hannah and Caleb at the elevator door on the eighth floor, her own cigar perched in her mouth as she smiled at Caleb. “Well hey Caleb. Haven’t seen you in a while. Hannah said you were coming over today. Remember me?”
Caleb gulped, at least as intimidated by the sight of the even more confident–and shapely–Breanna as he was by “younger sister” Hannah. “Breanna right?” Caleb responded, feigning as though he was unsure even though there was no way he could have ever forgotten about her after that impactful day on the patio last spring.
“Good memory!” Breanna responded cheerfully through the cigar clutched in her mouth. “You’re about to see your little girlfriend kick some serious ass!”
“Breaaaannnna!” Hannah reacted with halfhearted embarrassment, making eye contact with Breanna.
“I’ll meet you in your office in a couple of minutes. I’ll follow Keith in there after you call him,” Breanna said with a wink that she hoped would be out of Caleb’s vantage point, nudging Hannah to keep playing along.
Hannah strutted through the corridor of the collections department like a peacock with her still-fresh cigar looking like a battering ram to remind anyone standing near her to get out of her way. As Caleb followed, he kept waiting for someone to jump out and tell him he was being scammed for a TV show, but it kept not happening and continued to be all too real as he walked into “Hannah’s office.”
“Go ahead and sit in that chair in the corner if you would. I gotta take care of some business but we’ll pick up where we left off afterward,” Hannah authoritatively instructed.
Caleb dutifully obeyed sitting in the corner as Hannah sat in Breanna’s throne. As Caleb surveyed the room, he first noticed the giant glass ashtray with dozens of cigar butts piled up and then saw the nameplate reading “Hannah Sampson” put at the front of the desk by Breanna to successfully sell the con that this was indeed Hannah’s office.
Hannah picked up the landline phone next to the ashtray and followed Breanna’s instructions, dialing Keith Schultz’s office number as she held the phone next to her ear waiting for Keith’s response. “Keith, could you come to my office immediately,” she muttered hauntingly through her dangling cigar and then hung up before Keith had time to respond.
Hannah and Caleb listened for the rustle of footsteps in the direction of the office, their hearts pumping in anxiety over the scene that was about to unfold. In seconds, Keith walked into the office, the anxiety on his face surpassing that of anyone else as Breanna followed him in. As Keith surveyed the room, with Hannah seated in Breanna’s chair and another young boy sitting in the corner with Breanna sitting in the chair next to the boy, Keith’s lurking suspicion grew even darker. “I hope this is important,” Keith muttered while choking on the thick cigar smoke in the room. “I got quite a bit of work to do.”
Hannah clutched her teeth around the cigar and pointed to the chair across the desk from her. “Have a seat, Keith,” she instructed, before proceeding to her feet upon the desk, showing off her high-heeled shoes and long bare legs for Caleb while projecting an air of maximal intimidation to Keith. Taking a page from Breanna’s playbook at the meeting yesterday, Hannah proceeded to make extended eye contact with Keith while repeatedly puckering her lips around the cigar and filling the room with as much dirty smoke as was possible.
“Keith, Dirks Financial appreciates your nearly 30 years of service with this company,” Hannah finally opened, “….so much so that we’re gonna offer you the opportunity to take a position within our sister organization Lestrud Capital Funding right here in St. Louis. All of your seniority will transfer and you will keep your existing vacation, health, and retirement benefits. But I’m afraid your services are no longer needed here,” she added, carefully remembering the lines that she rehearsed with Breanna for much of the last 24 hours even though she didn’t really understand them.
Keith looked at Hannah in stunned disbelief, unable to get over how ridiculous she looked with that cigar in her mouth doing Breanna’s dirty work for her, and then turned to look at Breanna. “You’re firing me?! After everything I’ve done for this company for all these years?!? I have kids in college!”
Breanna smirked as Keith addressed his comments to her. “I’m not doing anything to you, Keith. But I would recommend you showing some respect to the young lady talking to you right now,” she warned, pointing to Hannah.
A look of power-hungry fury filled Hannah’s face, a look that even frightened Breanna a bit. Hannah proceeded to pull her feet off of the top of Breanna’s desk and then stand up, intimidatingly encircling the desk until she was standing directly over Keith in the chair. Just as Breanna did in the boardroom the day before, Hannah proceeded to lean her ass into the edge of the desk’s surface and hover in Keith’s airspace with her cigar pointed at his face like a cannon. “Don’t you ever interrupt me when I’m talking to you!” Hannah exclaimed, her smoke rolling from her mouth and the end of the cigar as Keith’s eyes wandered up to her face with a combination of fear and disgust.
Hannah proceeded to remove the cigar from her mouth for the first time since she stepped into the office and then exhaled a huge stink bomb of smoke directly into Keith’s face. “As I was about to explain to you, a position is waiting for you at Lestrud Capital Funding. If you agree to take it, your supervisor Breanna will write you a letter of recommendation and you will retain 75% of your current salary,” she explained, pointing out the need for the degree of separation leading to his employment being terminated by a 12-year-old. Hannah took another deep draw on her cigar and then added, “Do you understand the terms I have described?” as she blew smoke directly into Keith’s face again.
Keith made no attempt to camouflage his indignance as he maintained eye contact the sixth-grader standing in judgment of his three-decade career, unable to discern whether the moisture forming in his eyes were tears or a negative bodily response from having Hannah’s cigar smoke blown into his face. “Do I have any options to appeal this decision?” he asked, fighting to control his instinct to smack this entitled child even though he knew she was just a puppet doing Breanna’s heavy lifting.
Hannah put the cigar back into her mouth and responded. “If you decide to appeal, then the offers gets withdrawn for the position at Lestrud Capital. So it would be a costly choice if you decide to appeal.”
Keith clenched his teeth in disgust just as Hannah clenched her teeth on the cigar. He darted his eyes to a smirking Breanna, chomping on a cigar of her own, observing the bemused indifference in Breanna’s eyes toward him and the glowing admiration in witnessing Hannah’s performance. Keith then darted his eyes back to Hannah, the proximity of her cigar to his face becoming too unbearable to endure. “I guess I have no choice but to take the deal. Maybe a pay cut would be worthwhile to go to a less toxic office environment.”
Hannah smirked wickedly, puckering her lips around the cigar and belching out one final cloud of “toxic” before he left this office environment. “Very well. We will miss your presence here Keith but maybe a change will be best for everyone. If you would kindly return to your cubicle, security is waiting for you and you’ll have 15 minutes to clear your desk and remove yourself from the premises. Do I make myself clear?” she ordered sternly.
Keith gave one final look of abject disgust at both Hannah and Breanna as he stood up, beginning to walk away as instructed but unable to leave the room before being smacked on the ass by Hannah’s palm. Breanna had sexually harassed Keith many times over the two years he worked under her, but this was the first time he had been demeaned by the hand of Hannah, making him feel just a little bit more dirty walking out of the office than he was a few seconds earlier.
Breanna continued to smirk as her eyes followed Keith’s departure from the room. She then looked up to Hannah, brought nearly to tears with pride that Hannah had landed every rehearsed line and successfully ad-libbed when needed. There was no question in her mind right now that she had chosen her protege well because Hannah was a natural for this unusual career track. Looking at the drunk-with-power Hannah strut back to Breanna’s chair and take a seat, Breanna even found herself feeling a bit jealous that Hannah was being afforded the opportunities that Breanna had merely been able to fantasize about at Hannah’s tender age. But that jealousy tempered when she reminded herself that Hannah’s rise was made possible through the thumb Breanna put on the scale for her….and that Breanna had a childhood fantasy of her own to hopefully bring to life in the very near future, the thought of which led to Breanna puckering her lips intensely on her cigar.
With the first step completed of Breanna’s plan to secure the business deal with Edwin Bennett, Breanna gave a wink and nod of approval to Hannah. “Well I should hang out with security for a bit and make sure Keith doesn’t try anything before he’s escorted out,” Breanna opened, looking to Hannah and winking again as she added, “And I think I need to leave you two alone again.”
Hannah giggled and responded “Thanks Breanna. Close the door, please,” through her cigar.
Caleb looked up through the haze of cigar smoke, a passionate new fire in Hannah’s eyes that both frightened him and turned him on, his heart racing after just watching her take command of the life of a man old enough to be her grandfather and bring him to his knees. And now, this same girl was springing out of her chair and approaching him with a primal energy.
In seconds, Hannah fully invaded Caleb’s space just as she had Keith’s, plopping herself down on his lap and instantly getting a chance to feel his erect manhood tentpoling his jeans that she’d been observing from a distance for most of the afternoon. She put her arm around Caleb’s neck and pulled herself in close, her cigar only a couple of inches from his nose and a come-hither energy on her face unlike Caleb had ever seen from any girl, let alone Hannah. She clearly got herself all worked up firing Keith, and much as she hoped to be able to restrain herself, felt like she was capable of anything right now.
For his part, Caleb felt a cascade of mix emotions as Hannah sat on his lap, fully immersing him with her unbearably stinky presence in a way that felt completely overwhelming to Caleb. But despite the olfactory assault that was again bringing Caleb to the brink of being nauseous, Hannah’s beauty and friskiness was impossible to look away from as he rested his hands on her lap, the buttery softness of her leather miniskirt causing his body to tingle.
“Breanna’s right you know,” Hannah opened, her cigar smoke sputtering directly into Caleb’s eyes as she spoke. “I really like you. I have since that day we met in the spring.”
Oppressive cigar smoke drifting the short distance from the hot smoldering tobacco into Caleb’s eyes, Caleb struggled to vocalize his response. “I really like you too Hannah!” he replied with clear sincerity, bringing a smile to Hannah’s face. But then Caleb winced as another burst of cigar smoke got into his eyes and decided he needed to make an ill-advised plea. “But would you mind moving your cigar away from my face a bit?”
The romantic tension came to a screeching halt as Hannah’s flirtatious smirk immediately pivoted to a dejected frown, refusing to accept Caleb’s request and keeping the cigar in its current position inches from his face. “Caleb, I don’t know if this will work for us if you can’t handle my cigars.”
Caleb looked stunned that his simple request for a basic gesture of courtesy had killed their momentum. He tried to qualify his earlier request but only dug his hole deeper. “No, no….I don’t mind that you smoke the cigars. I’d just prefer to not have them right up in my face.”
Hannah’s frown shifted to anger as she took a tone similar to what she did with Keith moments earlier, albeit with an erotic tension as she enunciated her words as deliberately as possible. “Listen here, Caleb. The only way we’re gonna get along is if you can accept that my cigars aren’t going away. I’m gonna have one of these big, FAT stogies in my mouth at all times and I’m gonna need you to be able to handle that. It’s not just a habit for me. It’s a lifestyle. You understand?”
Caleb was petrified as the younger girl sitting on his lap told him how it was so shamelessly, incessant bursts of new cigar smoke directly violating his airspace with every syllable she spoke. “I’m sorry! I”m sorry!” he pleaded, not entirely sure he could handle the terms that Hannah was spelling out for him but feeling as though it was worth a try given their obvious chemistry. “I think I can learn to live with it if you’ll just be a little patient with me.”
Hannah smiled again, feeling secure that she had the boy successfully leashed and that she was in full control of the situation. The friskiness now entirely returned in her eyes, she flirtatiously responded. “I’ll take the cigar out of my mouth for one reason and one reason only right now, Caleb. Can you guess what that might be?”
Caleb gulped, realizing this was about to happen. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” he responded with a nervous smile.
Hannah smiled back and responded, “Good!” removing the cigar from her mouth as promised and leaning in further toward Caleb’s face. She took a passionate breath that reeked of cigar, giving Caleb a quick preview in the split second before she grabbed him by the back of his head and pressed her open mouth to his. Hannah was at this point not even all that nervous about her first kiss, her confidence having been so elevated by the series of events that led up to this. And the feeling of upper-hand that defined the afternoon persisted through the kiss as Hannah aggressively munched on Caleb’s lips and tongue while just as aggressively forcing her own lips and tongue into his mouth, all while her firm grip on the back of his head grew increasingly forceful.
Much as Caleb hoped he’d be prepared for Hannah’s disgusting breath, the flavor of several hours worth of uninterrupted cigar smoking was thoroughly dominating, and he struggled to both maintain his passion for the kiss and avoid losing his lunch. After about 30 seconds of making out, Caleb felt as thought the vomit impulse had passed and began to enjoy himself more. He also felt confident that he had a mandate to explore Hannah’s body beyond just her mouth and proceeded to stroke her upper thigh and her ass in the leather skirt, getting no protest as he checked off the box from earlier of getting his hands on Hannah’s ass in that skirt.
As the makeout session continued and Caleb was as at peace as he could be by her nasty cigar breath, he decided to get even more adventurous, placing one hand on her blouse and the other hand at the hemline of her skirt, both progressing toward bare skin. Hannah paused as she felt his finger touch her bare breast, part of her wanting to follow her primal instincts and keep the moment alive but ultimately taking Breanna’s warning from yesterday to heart. As she felt Caleb’s other hand begin to penetrate the skirt’s hemline and proceed up her thigh, she decided she had enough and more aggressively moved to put a stop to it. She clamped her hand atop his like a vice and pulled away from the kiss. “I’m not that kind of girl, Caleb. Maybe the girls at your school are, but you’re gonna have to earn that with me, okay?”
Caleb looked petrified and emasculated at the shocking rejection of his advance. He began pleading, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean go further than you were ready for–“
Hannah put her finger to his lips and shooshed him in mid-sentence, taking a deep draw from her cigar at close range and responding. “You’re fine. Just letting you know my terms. I’d love to see where things go with us down the road Caleb but let’s just stick to kissing for the time being. Deal?”
Caleb was a little disappointed, convinced only moments earlier that he had Hannah right where he wanted her, but as he watched Hannah continue to puff on that nasty cigar as he looked into her deceptively innocent eyes, he decided he could accept these terms. Hannah was just too exotic of a romantic conquest to give up. “Deal,” Caleb agreed with a smile.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Hannah replied through her cigar, taking one additional puff and then pulling into resume their kiss, subjecting Caleb to freshly reinforced cigar breath. As the young couple continued to make out, Hannah beamed with happiness. She instinctively knew that the manipulative Breanna had led her to make a number of bad choices, but she decided that Breanna was unequivocally right on not giving up her sexuality too easily even if her instinct made her want to. It only then hit her that her mother Alexis was sitting in the cubicle on the other side of the office, and she blushed at the idea of doing anything sexual with her mom listening. Perhaps Breanna knew that would be a preventive barrier to keep Hannah from potentially going too far, Hannah thought to herself as she continued to lock lips with Caleb. After all, Breanna always seemed to think of everything.
A few hours later, Breanna sat back in her chair, her head leaning back with her two-thirds-smoked cigar pointing straight up in the air from her mouth. She was the only one in the office that Friday evening, putting the final touches on her plan for the deal with Edwin Bennett that would enable the hostile takeover of Tompkins Consulting. As she looked to the digital clock in her office reading 8:15, she let out another billow of cigar smoke skyward and decided it was time to make her move. She punched the digits from Edwin’s business card into her cell phone, making sure it wouldn’t be part of the official phone record from the office landline, and waited nervously for a response.
After the fourth dial, the call pivoted to Edwin’s voicemail, just as Breanna hoped it would, giving Edwin less opportunity to wheel and deal on the phone and compromise Breanna’s plan. After the sound of the beep, Breanna leaned forward, cigar clutched between her jaws as she articulated her message. “Edwin, it’s your future business partner Breanna Dirks. I know you’re heading back to Fort Worth tomorrow but before you do, I think we can work out an agreement on Tompkins Consulting. As a showing of good faith, I just fired our current collections consultant Keith Schultz this afternoon and I’ll be ready to install whoever you want in his position if we can work out this deal. But since time is of the essence, why don’t you meet here tonight at the office. We got the place to ourselves so we can speak freely,” she paused, puffing intently from her cigar before friskily adding “I’ll be waiting here for you, but be warned, I drive a hard bargain. See you soon.”
Breanna ended the call and leaned back into her chair, smirking as she sent more bursts of cigar smoke airborne toward her office ceiling. She couldn’t have been more confident that she was about to land the “deal” with Edwin Bennett that she’d fantasized about most of her young life.
Less than an hour later, Breanna listened to eager footsteps hustling down the corridor of the Dirks Financial collections department toward her office. Freshly lit Maduro cigar parked in her mouth like a torpedo moments from launching, Breanna braced herself for the moment of reckoning with Edwin.
Edwin walked into Breanna’s office, suspicious about her motives ever since the previous day’s suggestive encounter but committed to landing this lucrative deal. Breanna put her feet up on the desk, advertising her feminine form in the red blouse and leather miniskirt just as Hannah did earlier when she fired Keith, setting the tone for the evening’s negotiation. “You know, Edwin, I had a feeling I’d be seeing you in here tonight,” she opened playfully.
Edwin shook his head at the spectacle Breanna was making, hoping she would remain at least marginally professional about this deal. “I like what I heard so far about the new opening in your collections department. I think I can work with that,” he responded, getting right down to business. “And maybe you can work with a $30 million, 10-year deal for our account. I can have the paperwork drawn up in an hour.”
Breanna nodded, liking the sound of Edwin’s offer as she looked him over wearing a similar outfit as the day before with the ten-gallon hat, sports jacket, bolo tie, jeans and cowboy boots, his handlebar mustache perked up on both sides just as she remembered it so many years ago. “Throw in a five percent stock dividend bonus and we’re getting close to a deal.”
Edwin stroked his chin, briefly pondering if her offer was worth it before responding, “Done.”
Breanna clenched her cigar in her mouth and took her feet off the desk, making even more intense eye contact with Edwin than she had been already. “But I’m also gonna need some more private concessions from you before I sign on the dotted line.”
Edwin knew Breanna was about to cross the line he feared she would, but nonetheless played along. “Oh yeah? And what might those be?”
Breanna smirked. “I’m a girl who gets what she wants, Edwin. I always have been. Always!” she accentuated, conveying the extent to which her passion for him began running even before she was sexualized. “So if you want me to do you a personal favor and make this deal happen, I’m gonna need you to make a little girl’s dream come true.” She paused for effect, filling the room with an explosion of cigar smoke. “I’m gonna need you inside of me.”
Edwin chuckled dismissively. “You just keep on daydreaming about that, little girl. I haven’t stayed married for 30 years by giving in to every mid-level business associate who shakes her ass at me.”
“Completely faithful to your wife for 30 years huh?” Breanna asked with skepticism. “I’m not buying that.”
Edwin shook his head. “I strayed from my vows a few times many years ago. But then I gave my soul to Jesus Christ and made the decision then and there to confess my sins, and then to stay faithful to my wife for the rest of our marriage.”
Breanna took a moment to gather her thoughts, at this point realizing that Edwin might be a tougher foil for her than she anticipated. She racked her brain trying to come up with the best strategy to force out the beast of sin that she knew still raged inside Edwin. “Well I guess it’s a matter of how much this deal matters to you then, doesn’t it?” Breanna threatened.
Edwin shook his head. “Is your crotch really so on fire that you’d throw away a multi-million dollar deal if I don’t agree to put that fire out?” he asked, hoping to put in perspective how immature she was being.
“Yes it is,” Breanna replied honestly, drawing from her cigar and sending another burst of smoke airborne.
“Well then maybe I share this little exchange with your father and let him know how in over her head his little girl is in this position,” Edwin threatened.
Particularly now, facing off against the paragon of masculine power from her childhood memories, Breanna’s instinct was to plead with him to make her fantasies come to life, but she knew this situation called for a different approach, and she was about to lay it on as thick as she possibly could. She climbed on to her desk and started crawling toward Edwin on her hands and knees, hoisting her face up as close to his as possible and then belching out a burst of cigar smoke.
“You could tell my daddy that. Sure,” Breanna opened. “And I could tell everyone in our mutual business contact list that you were too soft to finish this Tompkins Consulting deal. That you ain’t the titan of business you used to be. Maybe you never were.”
Edwin bristled as his business acumen was called into his question, his fragile ego susceptible to Breanna’s approach.
Sensing weakness, Breanna removed the cigar from her mouth briefly and exhaled another dense stream of smoke directly into his face. “Smells good, doesn’t it?” Breanna taunted, observing Edwin’s body language as his face filled with temptation from the odor of cigar that he’d been denying himself for several years now. “Of course, Edwin Bennett isn’t the man he used to be, so he can’t handle cigars anymore. Just like he can’t handle the business world anymore. A deal like Tompkins Consulting that would have been a lay-up for him in the past is now just too much for him to handle. So somebody else is gonna get the deal instead. Edwin’s just not up to it.”
Edwin’s annoyance was escalating to barely contained fury as he gritted his teeth and responded, “You bitch!”
Breanna cackled like a hyena, blasting Edwin in the face with another irresistible assault of cigar smoke. “Makes a girl wonder…..is Edwin up to the job for….anything…these days,” she taunted, her eyes gravitating to his crotch. “Maybe he no longer accepts the advances of ‘mid-level business associates who shake their ass at him anymore’….because he CAN’T accept their advances….”
“Shut up!” Edwin barked, his aggravation reaching the point of eruption.
“Maybe Edwin is just is hiding behind ‘faithfulness to his wife’ because he can’t even get it up anymore!” Breanna raised her voice, clearly getting to Edwin. “Talk about crushing a little girl’s dreams!” she exclaimed, maintaining her loud delivery. “When she finally asks her hero to make love to her and she finds out he can’t!”
“Shut up you little….” Edwin raged through gritted teeth.
Breanna knew she had him on the ropes, reaching her hand towards his crotch. “Nothing but a wet noodle down there huh Edwin?” she tormented, extending her hand as if she was about to touch him there, the bulge in his jeans negating her provocative language to the contrary.
“Don’t you even think about touching me,” Edwin warned sternly enough that it gave Breanna pause.
But Breanna smirked, drawing from her cigar and reaching over to his jeans to squeeze his manhood.
“I said don’t!!!” Edwin thundered, forcefully grabbing her wrist with one hand and then lunging for her throat with his other hand.
Breanna remained knelt down on her desk, legitimate terror on her face as she felt Edwin’s firm hands clutching her wrist and neck. Edwin released his grip on her wrist but maintained the grip on her throat as he began to unzip his fly. In seconds, he released the anaconda, giving Breanna a look at his Texas-sized manhood standing at full erection and living up to her wildest expectations. “You have any other doubts about what Edwin Bennett is capable of?” he barked at her through continued gritted teeth.
Breanna swooned as she looked down to the length and girth of Edwin’s penis, more committed than ever to having her way with it. Her voice muffled because of the cigar continuing to lurk in her mouth and Edwin’s hand continuing to grasp her throat, Breanna struggled to make her final offer. “If you want that Tompkins deal, I’m gonna need you to put that thing inside of me.”
Edwin’s nostrils flared as he realized that not only was he gonna have to do this, but that he was at this point looking forward to it, the devil having won in the tug-of-war with the message of Jesus he thought he had resigned himself to. “Alright,” he officially succumbed, releasing his grip on Breanna’s throat. “Maybe I can make one little girl’s fantasy come true tonight,” his hands migrating to Breanna’s skirt and hiking it up.
“Be rough with me, Edwin! Be as rough with me as you can!” Breanna pleaded, a submissiveness in her eyes that Edwin would never have imagined possible given the image she had cut for herself.
It became immediately clear to Edwin that Breanna was desperate for a moment of power reversal….a moment where she wasn’t in control. And after the emasculation she just treated him to, he was only too happy to give it to her. “You want it rough little girl. I can give you rough!” he projected, grabbing her leather-draped ass and preparing to spin her around on the desk surface. “Think I’ll take you from behind tonight!”
Breanna squealed with delight as Edwin forcefully pressed her onto the surface of her desk, her legs flailing over the edge as Edwin grabbed hold of her panties. He paused to look around the desk for a moment and then spotted her collection of cigar cutters. He grabbed one and approached it to Breanna’s bright red panties, stretching the waistband out and proceeding to snap the guillotine back and forth, whittling away at the fabric of her designer underwear until they were fully sheared. He then tossed the tattered panties in front of Breanna’s face to show her what he had done before putting his hands on her bare ass and pulling her toward him.
Breanna held her breath in nervous anticipation as Edwin’s hands squeezed her asscheeks tight and then thrust himself inside of her. Breanna howled at the feeling of Edwin’s penetration, almost losing her oral grip on her cigar as her long-held fantasy was now officially being realized. It had been years since Breanna had been so thoroughly dominated by another human being, and she couldn’t get enough of it even as Edwin’s penetrations got ever-more ragged and reckless.
“Rougher, Edwin!” Breanna pleaded, the foot of her cigar as wet with her saliva as the tip of Edwin’s cock was with her vaginal fluids. “Be even more rough with me!”
Edwin struggled to come up with a way to fulfill Breanna’s request to be even more with her, but then looked up the giant ashtray full of cigars and a light bulb went off in his head. He grabbed her long dark brown hair and yanked it back, before shoving her face into the ashtray full of Breanna’s own smelly cigar butts.
Breanna screamed, her current cigar snapping from the pressure of Edwin’s hand as he pressed her face into the overflowing ashtray while continuing to penetrate her from behind. Even though she was struggling to breathe with her face being squished into the pile of stinky, stale tobacco, her continued pleasured moans let Edwin know she was enjoying every second of it.
Edwin stepped it up further, vocalizing the reversal of power and Breanna’s moment of helplessness. “Every employee in this office who’s dealt with your shit for the last year has dreamed of doing this to you,” he asserted, continuing to hold the back of her head firmly and press her face into the ashtray, cigar butts surrounding her. “Maybe I should get out my phone and record this and let them all take a look at their big, powerful bitch boss wearing a face full of her own filthy cigars that she makes them choke on all day! A little girl like you has no business smoking cigars anyway!”
Breanna’s moans grew all the more passionate as she gasped for breath, her body quaking with satisfaction as the intercourse progressed. Her extended celibate stretch and her decade of absence from direct fantasies of Edwin Bennett were both being rewarded right now. Moments later, Edwin’s load erupted in coordination with Breanna’s release of fluid, their intense physical union nearing its completion, with Breanna ready for it be over only because she was entirely unable to breathe with her face buried in that ashtray.
Edwin released his hand from the back of Breanna’s head and she pulled herself up, gasping for her first breath in several moments and choking on the loose ash that her respiratory system consumed. She sat up on the table, grey ash smeared all over her face with the stub of her most recent cigar still clutched in her mouth, snapped in half and battered beyond recognition. Edwin did as he promised and took a photo of Breanna at what he knew was the most vulnerable and compromised state she’d likely ever been in.
“Maybe I should send this to every member of your staff. And to your daddy,” Edwin threatened, still hyperventilating himself after taking complete bodily ownership of Breanna’s person.
After gasping for breath for an additional several seconds, Breanna finally articulated her comeback. “Doesn’t sound like a very good way to get that Tompkins deal finalized.”
Edwin reasserted eye contact with her in a business posture. “I did what you asked, Breanna. I want to make that damn deal.”
Breanna smirked, her brief submissive detour having come to an end as she responded,. “You did part of what I asked. But my list of demands isn’t over just yet,” she said with a smirk. “Maybe we can go back to my place and really put this deal to bed.”
Edwin scowled as she looked at the visually compromised Breanna, her face covered in cigar ash but still unable to fully disguise her sinister intentions. Edwin suspected the second he put his hands on Breanna that there would be consequences for making a deal with the devil. But it was only now that he began to fully understand how serious those consequences would be.
An hour later, Breanna laid peacefully in her bed, her face buried in Edwin’s chest with his arm wrapped around her in the aftermath of a more traditional round of intercourse. Her Churchillian cigar extended at a diagonal right angle out of her mouth to avoid Edwin’s chest hairs, until she moved the cigar in her mouth and drew from it, watching as the hot cherry singed those chest hairs until Edwin felt the burn and reached up to lift Breanna’s cigar back to its original position. She laughed as a burst of her smoke drifted straight up into Edwin’s face.
Edwin kissed her tenderly on the forehead, hoping he’d done enough to make the sale and then attempting to finalize it. “I’ll make that call to draw up the contract then.”
Breanna darted her eyes his direction. “Not so fast cowboy. I really enjoyed tonight…..and I want to be sure there’s more of this to come.”
“What?” Edwin pleaded, wondering how far Breanna could possibly milk this.
“With your new business partner in St. Louis, you’re gonna be needing to make a lot more trips up here to check out how your investment’s doing,” Breanna responded, cigar clutched in her mouth as she maintained eye contact with him. “At least twice a month I want you to continue making my childhood fantasies come true.”
“Now wait just a minute….” Edwin began to plead.
“How bad do you want this deal, Edwin?” Breanna reminded.
Edwin sighed, the cigar smoke continuing to both annoy and tempt him. “Alright,” he grudgingly agreed. “Anything else?” he asked half-jokingly.
Breanna gave him a mischievous smirk and responded “Yes actually,” removing the cigar from her mouth and approaching the moist foot to Edwin’s lips. “Edwin Bennett just isn’t Edwin Bennett without the cigar. I want one of these in your mouth every second we’re together.”
Edwin shook his head in disbelief at how insane Breanna was, never having imagined he left this much of an impression on her just being himself back in his high-rolling days doing business with her father. Nonetheless, the tempting aroma of the cigar made this request an easier sell than the unfaithfulness to his marital vows. He responded without words, extending his lips to take hold of the big blond cigar that Breanna held in front of his face.
Breanna watched in erotic bliss seeing the pairing of Edwin’s handlebar mustache on top of that big authoritative cigar for the first time in a decade. She spent many nights gratifying herself laying frontally on a pillow seeing this image as a young girl, and she swooned with schoolgirl gratification observing it again at such close range. She bit her lower lip and grabbed hold of Edwin’s free hand, guiding it toward her vagina. She moaned with gentle erotic delight as he fondled her, her eyes transfixed as he continued to work the cigar just as she remembered.
Breanna leaned up and put her mouth on the whiskers of his perfectly groomed handlebar mustache, sucking on it with the indulgent aroma of fresh cigar smoke on his breath and moaning with even more passion, forcing Edwin’s hand to stroke her privates more aggressively. After a few moments, she paused, removing her lips from Edwin’s mustache and giving him another evil smirk.
“One more demand. I promise that’ll be all,” Breanna teased.
“Now what?” Edwin inquired, with Breanna’s cigar now comfortably resting in his own mouth.
Breanna reached up to his mouth to reclaim her cigar, clutching it in her mouth and replying “I’m gonna need that mustache of yours where it’s gonna feel….most gratifying.”
Edwin snorted. “Well you got a problem then girl because I ain’t ever gone down on any woman and I never will.”
Breanna laughed loudly. “Really? That’s gonna be your line in the sand? You’re gonna throw away a $30 million deal because you’re too much of a chauvinist to pleasure me? Guess you won’t have to make that call after all.”
Edwin paused, agonized about the prospect of ceding autonomy to any female enough to munch her muffin. He attempted to ease his way out of it with a dismissive “Go to hell,” hoping she’d just let this one go and call it a victory, but no such luck.
Cigar confidently clinched in her mouth, Breanna stood her ground. “Dirks Financial is already rocking, Edwin. This deal is just icing on the cake for us. But I get the feeling you need this deal a lot more than me, amirite?”
Edwin glared at her, his silent gaze confirming Breanna’s assessment.
Breanna knew he was on the ropes and went in for the kill. “The next time I nibble on this mustache, it better smell like pussy.”
Edwin paused for a moment of soul-searching, detesting being at this girl’s mercy to this dehumanizing degree but also taking to heart her earlier comment about throwing away this deal over a mundane matter of male pride, especially after already demeaning himself this much. Edwin made a final visual appeal to Breanna hoping she’d let him off the hook but immediately recognizing that wasn’t gonna happen. He began to slide underneath Breanna’s bedsheets, surrendering to her final demand.
“Atta boy!” Breanna muttered condescendingly through the cigar in her mouth, waiting in breathless anticipation for the world’s most perfect mustache to find its way to her reproductive parts.
Breanna grunted with audible pleasure as Edwin ventured to a place he’d never ventured before, on her or any woman, the facial hair on his upper lip, instantly driving her to a heightened state of titillation. Her grunts shifted to impassioned moans as Edwin reluctantly worked her female plumbing, but she kept her mind in the game long enough to reach for her phone on the nightstand. Raising her voice to distract Edwin with louder screams of pleasure, she proceeded to type “Now!” onto her cell phone keypad before setting it down and waiting patiently for a planned interruption.
About 20 seconds passed before Breanna’s bedroom door burst open, pajama-clad 12-year-old Hannah walking in with a cigar sticking out of her face and cell phone extended in front of her, recording the image of Breanna’s bed. Breanna tossed the covers off the bed with an aggressive flip, allowing Hannah to capture the image of Edwin Bennett plunging his face into Breanna’s genitals.
“Oh Hannah, hey!” Breanna announced theatrically, just in case Edwin wasn’t aware what was going on.
His face and mustache covered in Breanna’s fluids, a diminished Edwin looked straight into the camera for a split second before reaching to the bedsheets to cover them both up again. “Shit!” he snarled, feeling like even less of a man hiding under Breanna’s covers to keep from being filmed by a 12-year-old. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!??” he asked rhetorically.
Breanna winked at Hannah, giving her the cue to leave the room before pulling up the covers and peeking inside, looking at a cowering Edwin, her cigar smoke filling up the limited space under the covers. “You know Edwin, I trust that you’re a man of your word….to a degree. But now I guess we know for sure that you’re gonna keep your end of the deal aren’t we?” After pausing for a moment, she continued. “I hope you find my mattress comfortable, Edwin….because you’re gonna be spending a lot of time on it.”
Edwin remained speechless, his airspace dominated by the intense duel odors of Breanna’s cigar smoke and her vaginal fluids as he now fully realized the life sentence he was poised to serve for having made a deal with the devil.
Breanna removed her head from beneath the bedsheets and grabbed Edwin by the back of head, pushing it back down toward her crotch. “Now why don’t you go ahead and finish what you were doing and I will be happy to complete that Tompkins contract.”
Breanna screamed with an extra spurt of euphoria as Edwin’s mustache returned to her pussy. With business all taken care of, it was officially gonna be all pleasure from this point forward.
Hannah giggled as she heard Breanna’s sexual screams while walking down the hallway back to the guest room where she was staying tonight. The giant cherry of Hannah’s cigar provided the only illumination in the dark hallway as she drew from it, a flurry of haunting smoke soon occupying the darkness. She couldn’t get that wink Breanna gave her on her way out the door out of her head, presumably serving as both a “thanks for playing along” and as some sort of incoherent life lesson about the rewards of “deferred gratification” that Breanna was now experiencing the rewards from.
None of it made any real sense to Hannah, and she had long ago figured out that Breanna was not only full of shit, but a terrible influence generally. Having just witnessed the extent Breanna was willing to go to ensnare Edwin Bennett, a man she claimed was her childhood inspiration, Hannah felt genuine concern about what would ever become of her if she ever decided to cross Breanna or put their friendship on hold. She then removed the cigar from her mouth to yawn, a reminder that she was getting sleepy. Whatever hard choices may or may not lie ahead with Breanna, they would have to wait for another day.