I was only a little surprised when Sienna had asked for Melanie's snapchat in a stated attempt to talk some time but was very surprised when Melanie had offered her cell number instead. Over the last six or so hours they had definitely gotten along really well, seemed to have similar interests in beauty and fashion, and laughed at each other's jokes, but I had never expected it to be indicative of anything other than Melanie's knack for customer service excellence. After the 'great to meet you' and 'thanks for everything' was exchanged, we left with a distinct possibility of having another encounter with her--which I couldn't have been happier about.
I didn't have a ton of time to daydream about the far-fetched fantasies my mind could conjure up about future encounters with Melanie because my cadre of gorgeous women ushered me toward the parking lot impatiently. I knew at least three of them were anticipating another indulgence of nicotine saturation, and despite all the positive feedback she'd received I could tell Hannah was very uncomfortable with how many eyes she was drawing from strangers in the mall. Sienna, Amber, and Kayla all lit cigarettes only a few feet away from the exit and I walked ahead with Hannah towards the car.
As we got inside, followed by the other three women piling in with their burning cigarettes, there was a palpable energy in the car. I could tell Sienna was going to encourage her bewildered younger sister into continuing to push the boundaries of her newfound freedom.
"You okay Han?" she asked her simply.
I tried to catch a glimpse of her face as she considered her response while maintaining focus on putting on my seatbelt and starting the car.
"Yeah, that was just a little stressful. I'm not used to all this," she answered in a lightly flustered tone.
"Here, take a couple drags, it will calm you down," Sienna instructed, holding her freshly lit Newport 100 out for Hannah to accept.
Hannah didn't really receive an option to deny it, and by now she had learned that trying to fight against Sienna's demands was futile. She shakily accepted the cigarette and offered a weak 'thanks.' Sienna wasted no time in lighting up another cigarette for herself, a move that was quickly becoming a signature of her less-than-subtle corruption repertoire. Hannah noticed but didn't say anything verbal, despite the paragraphs of unspoken protests that were written plainly on her features.
"Back to the house?" I asked, unsure of where to go next.
I had timed my question perfectly to be able to witness Hannah bring the cigarette up to her painted lips and take a small drag reflected in the rear-view mirror. I watched as she inhaled the small mouthful of smoke shallowly and then hastily exhaled it as I waited for a response. As her wispy exhale finished exiting her full lips, she locked eyes with me in the mirror and I felt a wash of awkwardness come over me. I had been full on staring at her and I'm sure it was obvious how captivated my gaze had been.
"You look really beautiful," I sputtered.
I meant it to be some sort of explanation for why I had been unabashedly staring at her but realized right after I had said it that it was quite possibly the creepiest thing a man could say to a woman half his age. Miraculously though, she didn't tense up or seem to be overcome with disgust at my declaration as a small smile spread across her beautiful features.
"Especially while smoking, it definitely enhances her sexiness, right?" Sienna added.
I did everything in my power to conceal how passionately I agreed with her and how terrified I was of how shamelessly Sienna was pushing her agenda and simply smiled and nodded in agreement.
"You look fucking hot with that cigarette," Kayla effused.
It seemed that the peer-pressure was ramping up to obscene levels as even Amber was nodding and agreeing. I noticed Hannah look down at her shiny red nails and the cigarette that smoldered between them and consider the feedback. It seemed to embolden her as she brought the cigarette back up to her lips and took another drag, swallowing another measured mouthful of smoke before expelling it daintily. I didn't even attempt to conceal myself as I stared at her through the reflection of the rear-view mirror and noticed her stare back at me.
"So sexy," I breathed.
The energy I had noticed buzzing in the car had somehow infused me with a boldness that was probably unwise but with how everything had gone thus far that day I was having trouble reigning it in. Hannah seemed to be coming into her own at a rapid pace though, as her smile in response to my comment affirmed my suspicions that she very likely had a schoolgirl crush on me. My cock ached from within its fabric prison, and I yearned to take Hannah in every sense of the word.
"Let's go home and get Hannah wasted," Sienna blurted out.
It was a naked declaration of her ulterior motives in front of the person from whom they should most appropriately be hidden, but clearly, she'd also been emboldened to speak her mind. The ghost of anxiety swept across Hannah's face at her sister's words, which was quickly followed by another tepid drag off her cigarette. I appreciated the effectiveness of Sienna's attempts to teach Hannah about the anxiety quelling properties of nicotine coming to bear right in front of my eyes. Hannah finally broke eye contact after her third drag, and I refocused my attention on getting us all back home safely.
Hannah didn't quite get through her entire cigarette before she tapped out, handing it off to Sienna who finished it for her. I was quite impressed that the pristine lungs of this repressed teenager were able to endure three-quarters of a Newport 100 and figured that her attempts to manage her anxiety had been largely responsible for her hardiness. When we arrived back at the house everyone piled inside and took bathroom breaks and then plopped in various seating around the kitchen and living room.
"I'm going to get you completely fucked up tonight," Sienna said plainly to Hannah.
It was a clear challenge, offered up in simple terms to elicit protest from the affected party so that Sienna could crush those protests with overwhelming force. Unbelievably, she didn't protest at all. It seemed from my perspective that Hannah had come to accept that whatever her sister had planned for her was going to come to pass with or without her consent. Sienna's brute force approach at influence, manipulation, and unrelenting peer-pressure had broken the dam on Hannah's inhibitions. She might as well have been human clay at that point, for all the agency she had.
Sienna stood up and walked to the cupboard above the sink, retrieving a shot glass and then the nearly full bottle of Grey Goose vodka from the freezer. It appeared that she had no intention of artificially extending the process of Hannah's intoxication for her sister's benefit, it was pedal to the medal straight away. Walking over to where Hannah was sat on the couch Sienna placed the shot glass down on the coffee table in front of her and poured the vodka into it until it was full.
Hannah looked at the glass and then Sienna, seemingly unsure of her task despite it being clear as day.
"Swallow it in one gulp, don't sip it. Just drink it all, go," Sienna instructed firmly.
Hannah reached her hand out and grasped the shot glass with a shocking lack of trembling. I watched with rapt attention as she brought the glass up to her nose and sniffed, and I thanked my wife's insistence on getting Grey Goose knowing that there wouldn't be the harsh nail polish smell to assault her. Seemingly satisfied Hannah brought the edge of the glass to her lips and then swallowed it down in one gulp as she'd been instructed.
She winced visibly as the burn hit the back of her throat and traveled its way down her esophagus but overall took it quite well.
"Another," Sienna stated, pouring her another glassful.
