Nicole's Smoking Story Part 13

Over the course of the next three weeks, Nikki’s parents still attempted to do anything possible to bring back their sweet, innocent daughter. Grounding her didn’t work, taking away her car didn’t work and neither did counseling. Their last hope was that going off to college would save her. The only problem was, she was already gone.

Nikki continued to stay out late, party and treated her parents more like roommates. To their dismay, she came home with another tattoo in early April, this one a half sleeve on her upper right arm that had a cross like the one dangling from her neck, along with her family crest and a smoking skull with cigarette between its lips and a tiara on top.

Spring break was upon them and the family had a vacation planned to Myrtle Beach. On one hand, Nikki’s parents were hopeful. They thought a week away from Mark might let her think and come to her senses. On the other hand, they were concerned about her behavior, especially in front of her relatives, who would also be going on the trip.

The day before the flight, however, was a scheduled trip to the dentist for Nikki and her mother. Nikki still maintained immaculate, white teeth, so it wasn’t a concern to her.

It was a relatively warm and sunny day, with temperatures in the upper 50s, so Nikki selected a pair of light blue boot-cut jeans and a thick leather belt, her black high-heeled boots underneath and a tight long-sleeved black shirt, with a mock turtleneck. That wouldn’t seem too provocative, but the shirt went down enough to fit snugly under her breasts like a sports bra, exposing her perfectly toned stomach. She used a black bandana as a headband to keep the curly brown hair she left down out of her eyes.

Nikki went into the kitchen to wait for her mother and sat with her legs crossed, playing with the crucifix around her neck. Finally, her mother came downstairs and Nikki got to her feet and slung on her Kingsmen vest.

Her mother was in dismay. “Do you have to dress like that? You’re going to the dentist, not on a motorcycle,” Her mother moaned. “You look like a biker whore.”

Nikki simply smiled and said, “No, I’m a fucking biker princess, so watch it.” She then put on a pair of full-shield sunglasses that covered half of her face and walked out to her mother’s car.

During the first half of the car ride, Nikki had to endure her mother scolding her about how disappointed they were in her. Finally, she had enough. Nikki pulled a cigarette out of her purse, plucked it in her mouth and lit it before rolling down the passenger side window.

“What are you doing?” Her mother screamed. “You don’t smoke in my car!”

She tried to steal the cigarette away, but Nikki blocked her attempt casually and blew smoke in her mother’s direction as her penance. “Oh mother, shut the fuck up. I’m tired of this bullshit...and don’t you ever put your hands on me again.”

Nikki smoked two more cigarettes on the way to the dentist and had just lit a third as they pulled in. She got out of the car, cigarette dangling from her lips and her purse hanging from her elbow. She took a couple more drags, and then took a triple pump, knowing it was time to go in.

She entered the office, wisps of smoke coming from her nose and lips and finally took off her sunglasses, volunteering to go first and handing her mother her vest so everyone in the office could get a good look at her stomach and perfectly shaped butt as it wiggled side to side every time she took a step.

“Well, you look nice,” Lynne told her, making it obvious that those were the only words she could come up with.

“Thank you,” Nikki smiled.

Her cleaning went perfectly and she waited in the chair for the dentist to come in for one final glance. When he entered, he was startled to see Nikki so scantily dressed.

“Well, you sure have grown up,” He said, trying to make the best of the situation.

“Getting hard, grandpa?” Nikki laughed. “Let’s hurry up, I need a fucking smoke.”

Nikki’s mother, now receiving her cleaning, heard the entire thing through the partition. This was a sweet man she had known her whole life. All her mother could only put her head in her hand in disbelief.

When she was informed that her teeth were indeed still perfect, she got out of the chair and strutted into the waiting room. She put her vest on and strolled outside for yet another cigarette.

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The next morning was proof of how quickly the Buffalo weather can change in the spring. It was cold and blustery. Nikki was a bit subdued and  hungover after spending the night with Mark and getting little sleep. She would miss him and wished he could come, but she was excited to spend the week laying in the sun by the pool.

Nikki decided to stay comfortable for the flight, particularly since she wouldn’t be able to smoke for nearly six hours. She opted on a plain white tank top, tucked into a pair of dark blue bootcut jeans, tied together with a thick black leather belt. Her footwear for the day were black cowboy boots.

Her parents were relieved to see their daughter putting her black leather blazer on over a shirt that almost covered up her cleavage for a change...almost. They loaded up the car and piled in.

They had barely pulled off the street when they heard a lighter flick in the backseat. Nikki’s leather-clad left arm dangled out of the back window, her watch sliding down to her palm.

“Nicole!” Her parents shouted in unison.

“Look,” Nikki moaned. “Either you let me smoke on the way to the airport or I’ll be a royal bitch all day.”

On top of their worries about her behavior in front of relatives, the thought of their already violent daughter becoming annoyed on an airplane was a scary thought.

Nikki chained five cigarettes on the ride to the airport, bringing her total up to nine for the day already. While her parents checked the bagged, she remained outside, smoking three more before heading inside. The lines for security weren’t overly lengthy, but Nikki took twice as long as her parents because of the amount of jewelry she wore.

When they finally reached the terminal, it dawned on Nikki that she was going to have to sit in coach. The thought of spending three hours next to a snot-nosed brat or a fat old guy sickened her. So she cerebrally watched as first class people checked in and finally found her target. A middle-aged business woman that couldn’t punch her way out of a wet paper bag.

She casually waited for the woman to use the restroom before boarding and when she did, Nikki made her move.

When asked where she was going, Nikki simply responded, “Going to get a better seat.”

Nikki caught the woman just before entering the bathroom and whispered, “I think there’s been a mistake. You have my seat.”

“No, I think you must be mistaken,” The confused woman said as she checked her ticket to make sure.

“I’m pretty sure you have my ticket,” Nikki persisted with a smile.

“I really don’t and I have to hurry before they are ready to board,” She responded, clearly trying to get away.

Nikki was the most dangerous kind of bully: a confident and intelligent one. Moreover, she had a naturally bubbly and charming personality that she could turn on and off to get what she wanted before resorting to violence.

She allowed the woman to enter the restroom, watching what stall she used. When the bathroom dwindled to just the two of them, Nikki locked the door and waited for the woman to finish. As soon as she opened the door, Nikki caught her with a strong punch to the gut, causing her to collapse into a seated position on the toilet.

Nikki stepped into the stall and squatted down to meet her at eye level, pushing her chin up to force her to look into her eyes. As she squatted, her leather blazer made that famous creaking sound that true leather makes and the back of her jacket rose up to reveal her belt.

“Oh honey, look at you, you’re a mess,” Nikki whispered in a condescending voice. “But, I tried to do this the nice way, but you didn’t want to listen.”

“I’m s-s-sorry…” The woman mumbled.

“You should be sorry,” Nikki nodded with a smile. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to trade tickets, you are going to get your shit together and you won’t say a word. If you think I’m an evil bitch now, you don’t want to see me after this flight when I need a cigarette. Go it?”

The woman just nodded and Nikki patted her on the head and said, “Good girl.” She then took the woman’s ticket and stuff her own in the breast pocket of her jacket.

Nikki walked out of the bathroom like nothing ever happened and got back to the terminal just as first class was being called to board. She walked up to her parents, collected her purse and waved the ticket in their faces, “A princess always gets what she wants.”

They had no idea how Nikki had arranged this, but when they saw the clearly shaken woman board the plane, they knew.

They had a brief layover, but the smoking room was too far from their terminal to risk it. This time, rather than risking getting caught in a much bigger airport, Nikki chose flirting over force. She charmed a young business man into switching seats with her, rubbing his chest and batting her eyes to the disgust of her parents.

At the end of the day, though, the princess got what she wanted, as usual.