Addiction School Daze

ADDICTION: SCHOOL DAZE

By uciboy

(2024)

(This is Part 3 to the Addiction: Pixie Dust series.)

PART 1

The 27 year old Chinese American woman sat on a park bench watching her 7 year old child play alone on the jungle gym. As she watched JoAnn swing like a monkey from bar to bar, she thought about what a difficult seven years it had been. Pregnant at 19 and a single mom by 20; her own mother dead from cancer two years after that. Victoria Gong was proud that she had still managed to graduate from the University of Richmond with a BA and a subsequent Masters at the University of Virginia, but what a struggle it had all been. She was grateful for the support of people like Auntie Jun, her mother's best friend, who sat next to her on the bench watching her Goddaughter climb to the top of the structure.

"She is growing up so fast," the older woman said after she lit a Virginia Slims 120.

Victoria silently nodded her head in agreement. She loved this child with all of her heart, but she also found it difficult to hide both her concerns and disappointment. JoAnn was in second grade and having serious trouble keeping up with the work. She was far behind her classmates in reading comprehension; her writing was like chicken scratch; and as for math skills, well, she had none. JoAnn was so shy and quiet around other children, that Victoria feared her daughter may be autistic, though her medical provider assured her that there was no indication of that. Victoria set high standards for herself. She knew it was unfair to do the same for her daughter, but she couldn't help herself. She wondered if being a Tiger Mom was some unique maternal gene that every Chinese mother has.

"She's so behind, Auntie," Victoria said softly.

"I know that you're worried, dear, but there's plenty of time for her to catch up," the kindly woman said. She then handed JoAnn the long cigarette, knowing that Victoria was - or at least used to be - a smoker.

Victoria looked down at the cigarette and felt a longing to put it between her lips. After her mother had been diagnosed with lung cancer, Victoria's interest in smoking declined sharply; yet she couldn't deny that part of her wanted to reembrace the habit, particularly as a way to reduce the daily stress she felt as a mother and new reporter for the Advocate.

There's no harm in taking a puff,

she rationalized to herself, as long as her daughter didn't see her do it.

Victoria noticed that JoAnn was facing the other direction while straddling the top of the jungle gym, so she gently took the VS-120 offered to her and brought it up to her lips for a slow puff. When she inhaled, she realized what she had been missing the last seven years as a former smoker. As every pleasure node her body received jolts of pure bliss from the nicotine now coursing through her bloodstream, Victoria felt as if the whole world had been lifted off of her shoulders. She felt free and young again.

She slowly exhaled through her nose as she closed her eyes, bringing the 120 up to her lips for another puff. That's when she heard the loud thump of something hitting the pavement. She opened her eyes and stared in shock at JoAnn's immobile body lying on the ground at the foot of the jungle gym, a trickle of blood oozing from her ears.

Eleven Years Later

Victoria sat at her kitchen table early Monday morning with a freshly lit 120 between her fingers and a steaming cup of coffee. She had hardly slept the night before, but she felt wide awake. She was ready to play her role in implementing the plans her daughter had laid out for her acolytes yesterday evening. The revolution was about to commence, with its ground zero being Robert E. Lee Academy.

So why the hell am I thinking about something that happened eleven years ago?

She knew the answer: because somehow it was a watershed moment in her daughter's life.

For a full week Victoria sat by her daughter's bedside while JoAnn was in a coma. No one knew whether she was even going to make it. "The concussion has caused a swelling of the brain," one surgeon had told her. "All we can do now is wait. Fortunately, children are very adaptive."

Eventually, of course, the seven year old did make it through, waking up as if from a long nap. But Victoria soon realized that the injury had somehow changed her daughter. She was no longer the shy, inward looking girl but rather one who was talkative and made friends easily. She was self-confident and empathetic, taking on leadership roles in clubs and student government. She attended the American Legion's Girls State, and won numerous awards and scholarships for her public service activities. And what was most phenomenal was the turn-around in her academic performance as she skyrocketed to the top of her class, ranking repeatedly in the top 1% of national test scores. There was an intellectual curiosity and maturity about JoAnn that was far beyond her age group.

Victoria had managed to nearly convince herself that her daughter was a

natural born

leader; yet deep down, she knew that JoAnn's brain injury had affected her in ways no medical professional could have foreseen. This mother didn't know what the future held for her daughter, but she instinctively felt it was going to be monumental.

"You okay, Mom?"

Victoria blinked her eyes, realizing that she had been lost in thought for several minutes. "Hmm?" she asked. She saw the long ash on her cigarette and tapped it over the ashtray.

"You seemed somewhere else just now," JoAnn said, tapping her own More cigarette over the same ashtray before bringing the filter to her lips.

Victoria smiled. "Just thinking about how fast you grew up, and what an incredible individual you've become."

JoAnn picked up a large satchel from the table and put its strap around her shoulder.

"Ready?" her mother asked.

"Ready," JoAnn replied confidently.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Nurse Shannon Jackson was an early riser. As part of her daily health regimen, this attractive African American woman in her late twenties took a morning walk around her spacious Richmond apartment complex before returning home for a shower and a fruit smoothie for breakfast. By 7:30 am, she was usually out the door to pick up her colleague...and girlfriend...Hannah Pavel. She and Hannah had been an item for nearly two years now, but they preferred to keep their relationship on the down-low so as to stifle student gossip, which is why they had not yet made the leap to become live-in lovers. In fact, Shannon was certain that the only student who even knew about their relationship was JoAnn Gong whom she had grown close to as the adviser to the Kicking Butts club at Robert E. Lee Academy. On occasion, both JoAnn and her mother had socialized with her and Hannah at the apartment.

Though classes did not begin until 9 am, as this was Monday, Shannon knew that there would be a morning faculty meeting at 8 am led by Principal Wilkinson and Hannah, so she normally departed a bit earlier than usual. As she searched for her phone, car keys, and purse, she was surprised to hear the doorbell of her two bedroom apartment ring. She looked at her watch, wondering who it could possibly be at 7 am on a Monday. When she opened the door, she found a weeping teenage girl carrying a large satchel around her shoulder.

"JoAnn," she exclaimed in shock, "what are you doing here?"

"Oh, Ms. Jackson," the girl said hysterically as she ran through the door and hugged the nurse.

"What's wrong, honey?" Shannon asked tenderly as she wrapped her arms around the girl. "Why are you crying?" Immediately she smelled the undeniable odor of cigarette smoke on the teenager's hair and clothes. As to why the president of the Kicking Butts club had been smoking was a question she would have to postpone to a later time.

Shannon led her into the living room and sat her down on the couch. When she sought to take JoAnn's satchel, however, the teenager clung tenaciously to it as the waterworks from her eyes continued.

"Ms. Jackson," JoAnn said haltingly as she looked down at the floor, "something is going to happen today at school."

"What?" Shannon asked in alarm. "What's going to happen?"

Suddenly the tears stopped flowing and JoAnn slowly raised her head to look at the nurse. "Something wonderful." She quickly reached into her satchel and pulled out a spray rifle filled with Pixie Dust.

"What are you doing, JoAnn?" Shannon asked anxiously.

"Just breathe in deep," the teenager replied and pulled the trigger.

The one second delay to the pump starting and the dust flowing, however, was just enough time for Shannon to shoot up from the couch and violently knock the sprayer out of JoAnn's hand. But enough Pixie Dust particles had entered the airspace of the room to make it impossible not to breathe some of it in. Shannon suddenly felt dizzy and fell back onto the couch, her lungs tingling with a sensation that reminded her of inhaling helium from a balloon.

"You're feisty," JoAnn said with a chuckle as she picked the sprayer up off of the floor.

"What's happening to me?" the nurse asked in a tone of panic. She was certain that she was craving something, but she didn't know what; and as that tingling sensation in her lungs grew in intensity, panic was morphing into ecstasy.

"It only takes a few particles of Pixie Dust to spark the craving for nicotine," JoAnn said as she sat on the coffee table and faced her mentor. She pulled out of her satchel her red pack of More, a lighter, and an ashtray. She lit the tip freehanded and took a cheek collapsing puff before inhaling sharply. "But I need you to be more than just a smoker," she said with smoke pouring out of her mouth as she clenched the brown 120 between her teeth. She aimed the sprayer directly at the woman's face. "I need you to be fully committed to the cause." JoAnn took a hard puff on the More as she pulled the trigger, and a blast of fine translucent powder engulfed the nurse's head.

"Oh,

God

," Shannon responded with a pleasurable groan as she closed her eyes and fully felt the mutation rapidly move through her.

"That's better," JoAnn cooed as she placed the More in the clean black ashtray. She again reached into her satchel and pulled out a carton of Eve Menthol Emerald 120's. "I took the liberty of choosing a brand that enhances your beauty. Of course, only a 120 will do for those beautiful long fingers of yours," she said as she removed a pack and unwrapped it. "Katie said these were pretty good."

JoAnn placed a long cigarette between her lips and lit it. After taking a long draw to get the tip nice and hot, she snapped back a ball of smoke, held it for several seconds, and then blew a bubbly white cone into Shannon's face which twitched with delight as the smoke reached her nostrils. "Yes, these have a nice kick," JoAnn said after removing the cigarette and nodding her head. "I'm sure you'll like this brand." She moved over to the couch and sat next to the nurse, caressing the side of the woman's head with one hand while holding the cigarette just barely touching her lips; but Shannon refused to take a puff.

"You know," JoAnn said, "I've recently been in your position, so believe me when I say that I know what you're going through right now." She brought the cigarette to her own lips at an angle, took a short puff, and slowly pushed the uninhaled smoke out of her mouth into the woman's face. "I'm actually glad you're resisting it," she whispered, "because that's going to make it feel

so much

better when you finally give in." She took another shallow puff but this time inhaled. "And you

will

give in." She then added matter-of-factly, "Again, I'm speaking from experience here." She placed the cigarette back onto Shannon's lips, enjoying every second of delay as she watched the desire in the nurse's eyes grow more intense. "You know you want it."

In fact, Shannon

did

want it. She wanted to wrap her lips around that filter and puff non-stop. She wanted to inhale a white ball and float into the clouds. She wanted to exhale a stream of smoke that would rid her of all the anti-smoking beliefs she had absorbed over a lifetime. That smoldering Eve was so tempting; so alluring; so beautiful....She slightly opened her lips to allow JoAnn to insert the Eve into her mouth.

"Time to join the revolution," JoAnn whispered as she watched the tip glow for only a second before Shannon took a breath.

It had barely been a puff at all, but it was just enough to give her body a sample of the pleasure which awaited her, and the nurse's lungs cried out for more.

"Again," JoAnn whispered gently, and this time Shannon responded with a three second puff. When she inhaled, she felt unchained. Never before had she experienced such freedom. She was shaking now as she exhaled through her nose, staring longingly into JoAnn's eyes.

"Very good," the teenager whispered. Her pussy was secreting liquid pearls now. How could it not?

Corrupting another individual into a smoker is such a fucking turn-on!

But as she had said, she needed Nurse Jackson fully committed. "Let me show you how much better it can feel with a little..." she paused. "...extra stimulation." She gently took the nurse's hand and moved it down between the woman's legs, pressing Shannon's fingers against the now wet panties under her skirt. It took only a few pushes from JoAnn's fingers before Shannon began to masturbate on her own. "Yes," JoAnn said approvingly with a nod and a puff on the Eve. "Enhance the stimulation. Fill that empty space between your thighs."

"Mmmm," Shannon groaned with her eyes closed as she inserted her two fingers into her pussy. With her other free hand, she reached for the Eve between her student's fingers and brought it up to her lips, dropping the long ash onto the couch.

"Now you got it," JoAnn said as she reached for her More in the black ashtray. "You're gonna just love smoking, Ms. Jackson," she said with a wide grin before taking a long puff on that beautiful brown cigarette.

Shannon felt fully driven by instinct now from the mutation as all rationality had apparently been smothered by the rewiring of her brain. She only cared about pleasure now. She wanted the prize which awaited her at the end of this smoking journey: the earth shattering climax she could sense was about to come. Every smoky breath she took was an explosion of erotic bliss. She was climbing higher with every puff. She imagined seeing her apartment building below; then the city; then the continent. How high could she go?

"Take it in deeper," JoAnn whispered wickedly.

Shannon felt she had to obey this command. She

wanted

to obey this command! She needed to fly higher. She took a five second puff, but then decided that wasn't enough, and so waited to inhale until completing another five second puff. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took a breath as hard as she could.

The sensation could only be described, she imagined, as being hit by a truck from the

inside

of her body. She leaned back against the couch as if she were being pushed against the cushion. Her thoughts became a cacophony of hundreds of sounds and images, most of them having smoky sex with her lover Hannah. Time sped up. She was momentarily delirious, not knowing where she was, who she was, or what was happening to her. All of these sensations lasted no more than a few seconds before a torrential flood emanating from between her legs tore through her body with one big mental

BANG!.

"Oh,

Godddddd!!!!

" she whined in a high pitch voice as she doubled over from the pleasure. For several more seconds she continued to claw at her cunt, her torso moving back and forth...until out of exhaustion her fingers eventually slowed as the flood became a trickle.

She opened her eyes and saw JoAnn looking at her tenderly.

"Other than Chris and Katie," the teenager said with moist eyes, "there is no other person I have wanted more to share this experience with than you." She used a sleeve to wipe away tears...this time sincere, genuine tears. "That's how much you mean to me."

Shannon lifted her hand and gently placed her palm against the girl's cheek. "Thank you," she said, feeling reborn as a smoker. "Now tell me how I can help today at school."

PART 2

JoAnn told Nurse Jackson every detail of the operation planned for the Academy. Within her car she had boxes filled with cigarette cartons, lighters, ashtrays, Pixie Dust balls, and other devices needed to convert the Academy's employees at the faculty meeting. Her apostles and their parents would be meeting them at the school that morning, bringing with them the items Victoria had stored in her garage, while workers from the Black Ops lab would arrive at 9 am to begin setting up tents outside to process the parents who would arrive later to pick up their children.

JoAnn knew, of course, that Shannon and Hannah were lovers and that they carpooled to work, which is why she had arrived at Nurse Jackson's apartment that morning. And so, after transferring the boxes from her own car to Shannon's, the two drove to another apartment complex 15 minutes away and parked in a visitor's stall. The thin faced African American woman pulled out her cell phone and began typing away while an Eve dangled from her lips. She took a puff and tried to French inhale a thick wave, but the novice smoker was only able to guide half of the creamy vapor up into her nostrils while the rest floated slowly upwards along her cheeks and past her eyes before entangling itself in her hair above her forehead. She held the smoke in her lungs for several seconds before taking another puff while exhaling through her nose. "She needs a few minutes," she said to JoAnn sitting in the back seat wearing a pair of sunglasses. Nurse Jackson set down her phone and pulled the 120 out of her mouth with two fingers after a massive puff which she then snapped back.

"You don't know this," Shannon said as a misty white river gushed out of her mouth, "but Hannah used to be a smoker." She opened her window, extended her arm, and gave the cigarette a tap.

"Seriously?" JoAnn, sitting in the backseat, replied in shock. "Well, she certainly has the figure for it."

JoAnn was surprised that those words had just come out of her own mouth. Like her unconscious admiration for the Swifty holding a More cigarette the Friday before, she was coming to realize just how suppressed her attraction to smoking apparently had always been. Is this why she had been such a fanatical anti? Was it to repress some latent desire to smoke? As Student Body President, she had worked with Hannah on nearly a daily basis Monday through Friday. She had never before wondered how this twenty-something who was friendly but always professional in her mannerisms would look holding a cigarette between her fingers; but she couldn't think of anything else at the moment. "I bet she looked hot."

"Mmm-hmm," Shannon hummed while taking another puff. She jutted her lower lip out and successfully French-inhaled two thick streams. "We had been colleagues here on campus for several years, but then one Friday night I ran into her at a club in the Fan." She saw JoAnn look at her quizzically. "Didn't you know there was a gay district here in Richmond?" she asked in a sassy tone. She took another puff and quickly inhaled. "Anyway, until that moment, I had no idea she was a lesbian. She hid it pretty well at school! At this club, she was sitting at a table on the patio, smoking this long cigarette with such grace and confidence. A real femme. Her style was..." She paused, lost in whimsical thought. "Well, you'll see for yourself. Even as an anti-smoker, I couldn't help but get turned on whenever I saw her make love to a long cigarette. Of course, once we started to hook up, I told her she had to quit smoking...which she did. But I know she misses it."