After Amber had left I began getting more serious about the progress of her corruption. I realized that I had to try to be more organized and come up with a plan to reach my goal of total 'bad girl.' I decided I would create an itinerary of sorts that would dictate a guideline for Amber to follow. I started simple, I would require her to smoke at least five cigarettes a day per week and have her double her intake every week until she reached a pack a day. After that she would be on her own but no less than a pack per day would be acceptable. Additionally, she would begin smoking Newport 100's. Menthol cigarettes proven to be more addictive and have more tar and nicotine than any of the other brands.
Second would be alcohol consumption. It was important that she maintained a healthy intake of alcohol but at the same time did not let her school work and daily life fall apart. After all, I was hoping she'd become my wife and a deadbeat drop-out that I had to babysit did not appeal to me at all. I had settled on a minimum of two beers a night and getting drunk at least twice a week. This would make it easy for her to nurture her alcohol habit while maintaining throughout the week and also being a drunken whore on the weekends. These were the easy bits, though. Having recently introduced her to marijuana, I needed to continue to encourage her to get further into drug abuse.
This was going to prove to be somewhat difficult, however, as I was not exactly known as a party animal around school. In addition to that, I was worried that poking around too much would damage my reputation and perhaps get back to my parents somehow. I would have to figure out a way to consistently get my hands on weed for awhile, as I knew Amber was going to have to become a pot-head before getting into harder and more exotic stuff. I decided to call up an ex-friend of mine that I hadn't spoken to much in the last few years. He began smoking a lot of weed and partying pretty hard and we didn't really mesh as high school went on. He was surprised to hear from me but when I told him I wanted to buy weed from him on a regular basis and keep it quiet he was surprisingly accommodating. Perhaps it was because we had been friends or perhaps he was just happy to sell overpriced weed to his inexperienced peer.
There was one more problem, as I needed a better method for Amber to smoke pot on a regular basis. The cigarette joint thing was o.k. but she needed a piece of her own. My buddy was happy to help there as well as he offered an old pipe he no longer used. What I really wanted was a giant glass bong because of how sexy it was seeing all that thick smoke being inhaled into a girls lungs, but I would have to deal with something a bit more discreet for the time being. He made sure to let me know that he could get me 'other stuff' too, if and when I needed it. I logged that into my memory banks and agreed to the pricing terms. We would meet in the parking lot before school and exchange goods. This meant that I had secured a way to get Amber high regularly, which meant that I could dictate that she smoke a bowl per day as well.
So it was settled. I laid my head down on the pillow and could hardly wait to give Amber her instructions. The night proved to be long, and my restless mind and throbbing cock made the wait almost unbearable. Finally, the next day came and I couldn't remember the last time I had been so excited for school. I absentmindedly moved through my morning routine and showed up in the parking lot a full half hour before first bell. Luckily it seemed my supplier was an early riser as well and waved me over to his ratty Toyota with a bemused grin on his face. We exchanged greetings awkwardly before he gave me a bag of weed and a small tie-dye pipe. I handed him two crumpled up twenties and we parted ways. I sat in my car staring at my treasure and imagined Amber's gorgeous lips wrapped around the little glass pipe. I felt my pants starting to get tight when I was interrupted by a knock on my window. I looked up terrified and was relieved to see Amber's loving smile looking back at me.
I reached over and unlocked the passenger side door and she climbed in looking somewhat flustered.
"Hey Babe, you o.k.? You look a bit disheveled," I asked.
She didn't even answer, she just dug furiously into her backpack and pulled out her pack of Marlboro Red 100's.
"Wait, wait, wait sweetie. There's been a change of plans. Don't smoke those," I pleaded as I reached across her and fumbled with my glove-box.
"Are you having second thoughts again?" She asked somewhat annoyed.
This time I didn't answer and just pulled out three packs of Newport 100's and handed them to her. Her face lit up and she immediately snatched them and smiled. She put two packs in her backpack and placed the other one in her lap before giving me a tight hug and whispering in my ear.
"Thank God Matt, I was so worried that you didn't want me to smoke. I must have a low tolerance to nicotine or something because I think I'm already addicted," she breathed sexily into my ear.
"I'm very.. very happy to hear that baby," I cooed.
She sat back up and looked curiously down at her box of Newport 100's.
"So what's so special about these babe? I thought the other ones were already pretty strong," she mused.
"Oh... Well these are menthol so they're minty. Also they are even stronger than the Reds and, in my humble opinion, the sexiest cigarettes a girl can smoke," I responded.
"Ah... So these are the end-game eh? If I can smoke these I'll have completed the tobacco portion of my transformation, is that right?" She toyed.
"That's about right sweetie. I'll bet you're going to love them."
She smiled and began tearing off the cellophane feverishly, obviously in need of a cigarette and excited to continue to fulfill my desires. She threw the plastic on the floor of my car and popped open the top to reveal twenty cork filtered full-length menthol cigarettes. She smiled again and held the open pack up to her nose and sniffed.
"Smell good?" I asked.
She nodded like a little princess and shook one out. It was early so her make-up was freshly applied and her bright pink glistening lips looked absolutely amazing with a cigarette between them. She flicked her yellow Bic and the flame erupted on the first try. She had obviously been smoking any chance she'd gotten as her motions had become much more natural. She leaned in to the flame and easily lit the Newport 100, puffing a few times and filling the car with strong smoke before pulling long and hard and removing the cigarette. She held the smoke in her mouth for a moment before opening it momentarily and snapping the smoke down her throat forcefully. I could hear a light moan as her chest expanded and her healthy, pink, 18 year-old lungs filled with smoke for the first time that day. Her eyes fluttered closed and she held the smoke inside for a good three seconds before opening them and exhaling a nice, even, thick stream of smoke in my direction.
"Wow.. That was amazingly sexy babe. You are getting good," I breathed somewhat overwhelmed.
"I love these. I love the minty flavor and the way it feels in my throat. I think these are going to be my brand," she responded self-satisfactorily.
I noted the mention of 'her brand' as being a good indicator of a life-long addiction forming and gave myself a mental high-five. I remembered the other things I had just bought and snapped back into reality.
"O.k. babe. You said you wanted to keep this thing going and I figured that if we're going to do this we should do it right," I informed.
