Contents: You are very anti-tobacco in this, evil corporation hinted at, cigar play, hypno or more like mind control, first person, dubcon by default, you are being such a hater and it is justified, crash out from you, it feels like both a pro and anti smoking psa lol
God I hate work… Genuinely I hate work. I see no point in it, spending my days behind a register while customers yell at me because of coupons or something equally as stupid. And the only break you get is a 20 minute lunch and the occasional smoke break. Which is funny because I hate smoking just as much as I hate work.
Eugh… I only started taking them because Victoria (an old middle school turned to work friend), who happened to go out back around the same designated smoking area as me, said it would be good for my health. Which is ironic because she was talking about health while vaping… Which is just as bad if not worse than smoking… But hey, rather her smell like gummy worms and strawberry shortcake than tobacco… Even though I wish she’d quit. I hate knowing she’s hurting herself, but it would probably be a dick move to pester her about not smoking or vaping or whatever…
Well… If she was here that is. She actually quit a few weeks ago after she got hired for a new place, so now I have to sit out back with these other guys blowing their nasty smoke everywhere and putting the burning buds out on any surface but the designated ash tray.
It wasn’t this bad, yes it was still bad but not to this degree. Personally, I blame it on the cigar shop that popped up a block away-
“Hey! Hey! Hold on wait, I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“Victoria?”
I looked over and lo and behold, it was Victoria. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail, a long one at that which showed off the brown roots contrasting the fading blonde from her past attempt at dyeing it, and the lip piercing she used to have is noticeably gone. Plus, she was wearing an orange gold apron atop a warm chestnut brown shirt and dark striped pants.
“Yeah, it’s me! Sorry I haven’t updated you on my situation, I got really distracted!”
She said with a scratch on the back of her head. Honestly I didn’t really need an apology, I understand that she probably was still getting situated and everything. But I was still curious…
“Ah, hey Victoria. How’s the new job treating you?”
She did a little jump and clasped her jabs together with a hint of over enthusiasm.
“Perfect! The benefits are fantastic, we get two months vacation not even including the unlimited paid time off, they provide free food sometimes, Mr. Ashton is super nice-“
I was caught on the name. It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. And as she kept talking, I heard footsteps approaching.
“Victoria, sweetheart, there you are! I was wondering where one of my lovely register girls went!”
I turned to the voice, immediately put off by the sleazy way the voice spoke to her, and there in front of me was a man. Not just any man though… This older, taller man with slicked back black and white pepper hair, side burns, and he wore a brown suit with these deep caramel stripes. Underneath, a simple cream colored shirt and a tie.
“And who’s this? A friend of yours?”
He asked, taking a drag from his cigar as he looked me up and down with those dark eyes of his like I was fresh meat. Right after, he held out his hand for me to shake, the two pointer and middle fingers slightly stained from the tobacco use. I was already disgusted.
“Well hello there sweet cheeks,”
Without even missing a beat, he blew the smoke out off to the side right in Victoria’s face, who just stood there nodding along.
“Name’s Mr. Ashton, I own the cigar shop down the block.”
Ah, so this was the asshole ruining everything with his stupid cigars and cigarette buds. Even had the audacity to blow his putrid smog in my friend’s face! Why, I almost hit him then and there, but unfortunately he looked wealthy and I didn’t wanna have to come face to face with Mr. Money bags here in court. This made Victoria pipe up.
“He’s my gracious, amazing boss! Much better than my old boss- ohp! Or well your current boss!”
Was… was she seriously sucking up right now…? No no, the Victoria I knew would never suck up.
“She actually told me a bit about your boss!”
Mr. Ashton continued on the topic, tapping his cigar and letting the ash fall to the floor without even doing so in the ash tray.
“And personally, I don’t see why you’re even working in this dump. No respect, no honor, and unlike at my store, you can’t even sample the product!”
Victoria even chimed in with a smile. Pulling out her own cigar… Even though I never took her as a cigar person, or even cigarette person…
“Yep yep yep! Trust me, it’s smooth, sophisticated, tastes great, and you can feel the quality just from holding one!”
She even held it up with her hand behind it like a product placement with Mr. Ashton leaning in like it was this grand gesture and cutting the top off before lighting it with a fancy lighter I couldn’t be bothered to figure out the brand off or whatever. Even gave a wink as the two puffed on a cigar each.
“Here, how about I give you a sample too? Never too late to start~”
Mr. Ashton purred out, pulling an extra cigar from his pocket and holding it out for me to grab. But instead, I slapped it out of his hands rougher than needed.
“I don’t smoke!”
I blurted out with annoyance, hissing it out even. With his cigar discarded, he looked down at it before looking back at me with a dirty glare. But I continued because the soap box was here, might as well step on it.
“I hate smoke, I hate cigars, i hate cigarettes, I hate vapes, I hate the smell, I hate how I only get a break because of smokers, I hate having to be bugged about lighters because god forbid they go a minute without a smoke, I hate having to hear people cough a lung out when I’m trying to work, I hate how even their clothes stink, and I HATE THE LITTER!!!!”
My breaths were uneasy, heavy and thick with frustration over the topic I held for years. God, I love yelling. I love getting mad at people and knowing I’m objectively right so any arguments they make are stupid by default. Especially when it comes out the mouth of who can only be described as the humanized version of Big Tobacco itself. I expected a big argument after too! But…
“Is that what you’re worked up about? How childish… You think you’re better than everyone just because you’re stuck up? Someone needs to make you loosen up.”
Mr. Ashton just leaned down and took one last drag of his cigar, deeper than the other puffs, and then he held it. That look of annoyance shifted to relaxation as he leaned down to look me in the eyes, dark and full of this intense dominance, reaching a hand out to grab my face before letting out a long blow of smoke in my face.
I coughed and sputtered and tried to force myself back, but his hold was too tight to let me get away and he chuckled deeply as I struggled to fight against his grip.
“Stop fighting it, just take a nice deep breath in…”
It was like breathing in a thick cloud of pure… Aroma. I couldn’t even put my finger on the smell, my desperation for fresh air only making me breathe in more of the smoke.
“Good job… See? You’re good with instructions when someone prods you enough! We just need some more training, that’s all… If you want to be our newest employee that is.”
The more I breathed in, the more cloudy my thoughts became… I could even feel drool dribbling down my chin as I zoned out…
“And you do want to be our newest employee right?”
“Y… Yeah…”
My lips moved on their own, giving a voice that didn’t belong to me and starting to straighten my posture. It was like my mind wasn’t my own, each intoxicating breath pulling me away from myself… One in, my legs forced me to stand… Two in, my hands reacted out for his… Three in… I was holding a cigar… Four… I was cutting off the top while Mr. Ashton lit the end…
Five…
I took my first ever drag…
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And day four! All done and ready! I wanted to show off more of my cigar shop owner for some time, and how I had an excuse! Hope you guys like Mr. Ashton! I know one of you does!
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She watched Pyrrha’s broad lips close around the cut end of the cigar again, sip at it like a snifter of liquor; retain the smoke, and exhale it in a brumous blue cloud.
“Give it to me.” She had spoken without realising it.
Pyrrha’s managed to lay her hands on a luxurious indulgence. Wake demands her share.
have some wake/pyrrha cigar PWP why doncha!!!! this one's on me <3
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