As soon as the plane landed and the passengers were given the signal to deboard, Nikki snatched up her purse and sprinted to the nearest exit in the baggage claim, not even waiting for her parents.
The 18-year-old nicotine fiend had moved her cigarettes from her purse into the pocket of her leather blazer and she already had the Marlboro Red 100 in her mouth as she reached the automatic sliding doors.
She took a massive drag as soon as she lit up and it practically gave her an orgasm. Nikki hadn’t gone this long without smoking in more than a year. She chained through two cigarettes in five minutes and was halfway through a third when she realized the afternoon South Carolina sun was much too hot for her to be wearing a leather jacket.
By the time she finished her third and fourth, her parents had reached the baggage claim. They gathered their bags and proceeded outside to wait for the shuttle to get the rental car, where Nikki chain-smoked two more cigarettes.
As she stood there, smoking away, Nikki was totally unaware of the looks she was drawing. She could pass for 21, but certainly no older. She looked completely out of place standing next to her proper parents, covered in tattoos with smoke billowing out of her like an exhaust pipe, sunglasses covering half of her face, her chains shining in the sun, leather blazer folded neatly in the crook of her arm.
Nikki stood in the car rental office, clearly bored and tired of the monotonous day. She checked her expensive watch repeatedly and when they finally went out to their car, she was less than pleased with the Hyundai Elantra they had been given.
“We couldn’t get anything better than this hunk of shit?” Nikki asked with a cigarette in her mouth.
“Money doesn’t grow on trees,” Her father told her. “Next time you pay for it.”
“Gladly,” Nikki muttered in disgust.
After the rental agent did a walkaround of the car, he once again informed them smoking was prohibited in the vehicle, directing it towards the teen with the cigarette smoldering in her left hand. Nikki gave him a sarcastic smile, finished her smoke and made sure to obnoxiously blow it all out before getting in.
When they finally arrived at their condo, Nikki was impressed by how nice it was. Her room even had a balcony to smoke on. She unpacked her bags, placing two full cartons of Marlboro Red Label 100s on the dresser in her room, to go along with the three already in her purse.
About an hour had passed when she heard her mother call to get ready to meet her aunt and uncle at dinner. Nikki was starving and it was nearly seven o’clock. One thing that hadn’t changed was that Nikki still liked to dress extravagantly. She never had a hair or eyelash out of place. The only difference now was that it had an extra twist. When she walked out of her room, her parents were crushed when they saw her attire.
Nikki was wearing her white Kingsmen tank top that only fell above her belly button, along with a pair of leather leggings that were skin-tight all the way to her ankles. She also wore a pair of six-inch heels with straps around the toes and ankles. Much to her parents dismay, she was also wearing her Kingsmen vest they had hoped she would leave at home. Her curly brown hair was put into a poof in the front and left down in the back.
“Oh, Nicole, no,” Her mother moaned.
“What?” Nikki asked innocently as she rearranged her crucifix to fall between her cleavage.
“Why do you have to dress like that?” She asked. “We’re going to a nice dinner.”
“Like what, mother?” Nikki demanded. “I’ve already told you that this is who I am. Besides, I look hot. There won’t be a guy in that restaurant that won’t want to fuck me.”
She certainly wasn’t wrong about the last two statements. Her parents knew there was no point in fighting Nikki, so they just decided to move along with the night.
They reached the restaurant and Nikki lagged behind for a pre-dinner smoke. Her parents attempted to rush inside to warn the group since they had not seen her since Christmas.
As soon as her mother sat down at their table on the patio, she turned to her brother and his wife and said, “Look, there’s something you need to know about Nico --,” but a voice cut her off.
“What about me, mother?’ Nikki demanded.
It seemed as if the entire room stopped for a moment as the entire table gawked at the 18-year-old they once knew as a goody two shoes, now dressed in leather and covered in tattoos.
Her mother simply put her hand up and attempted to move on with another conversation. Meanwhile, Nikki took a seat next at the head of the table between her cousins, but not before admonishing the waiter first.
“What, you’re not going to pull my chair out?” Nikki asked him. He apologized and complied. “Good. You’re lucky you’re cute. You need to learn how to treat a lady.”
It had taken all of 30 seconds for her relatives to get a glimpse inside the evolution Nikki had undertaken during the previous five months.
“Look at you, biker chick,” Her cousin Kelley sneered. “What happened to you?”
“I grew up,” Nikki said curtly.
“When did you get your tattoos?” Katie asked, clearly jealous of her slightly younger cousin.
“I got this one not too long ago,” Nikki said, pointing to her arm. Then she turn and slid her vest slightly down her shoulders to expose the large tattoo on her back. “Then I got this on my birthday.”
“So you’re in a biker gang now?” Kelley asked pointing to Nikki’s vest as she put it back into place.
“No, my man is in a motorcycle club and I support him 101 percent,” Nikki laughed, emphasizing the ‘one’ to get her play on words across.
Throughout dinner, Nikki handled questions about her life from her cousins with ease and as soon as she finished her last bite, she opened her purse, took out a cigarette and lit up with no regard to anyone else at the table. She just sat back, crossed her legs and looked comfortable with her left forearm cocked in a 90-degree angle so her watch slid halfway down, freshly lit cigarette smoldering in between her pointer and middle fingers.
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The next morning Nikki slept in, finally waking around 11 a.m. She put on a tank top and a pair of yoga pants and grabbed her cigarettes. She stumbled sleepily into the living room to make a cup of coffee and sit on the balcony.
About an hour later she received a text message from Katie asking if she wanted to lay by the pool. Nikki agreed and went to put on her bathing suit. It was black bikini about as skimpy as could be. She slipped on a pair of wedges with a thick black leather band around her the bridge of her feet.
When Katie knocked on the door of the condo, Nikki opened it, sunglasses already over her eyes and a cigarette between her lips waiting to be lit. She greeted her cousin and stepped out into the open balcony hallway while lighting up at the same time and walked to the elevator, not caring to extinguish her cigarette when she got on.
Katie was easily the bigger of the two teens and was clearly self-conscious as her cousin laid down on a beach chair and rubbed sunscreen on her already tanned, tattooed Italian skin. After about a half hour of laying in the hot sun, Nikki decided to cool off in the pool. She entered by the steps, only going in waist deep so not to get her hair or expensive watch wet.
Nikki climbed out of the pool, dried off and lit another cigarette. Her cousin was still staring at her, so Nikki offered her a cigarette, which she accepted.
“It’s so cool that your parents let you do whatever you want,” Katie said as she exhaled.
With an offended look on her face, Nikki sat up in her chair, chains flying around her neck.
“Nobody lets me do anything. My parents don’t have a fucking choice,” Nikki told her. “I do whatever the fuck I want and whenever I want to do it. There’s nobody that can stop me.”
“When did you start acting like this?” Katie asked her cousin.
“It’s not an act. This is who I am,” Nikki said as she talked through an exhale.
“But why did you start?” Her cousin responded.
“I grew up. I was sick of everybody’s bullshit,” Nikki scoffed. “Everyone always took me for granted. ‘Oh, Nikki’s nice so she’ll do it’ or ‘Don’t worry, I bet Nikki can help.’ Nobody ever asked me how I felt. Being a nervous little girl didn’t get me anywhere.”
Katie was certainly shocked by her cousin’s attitude. She decided not to push the issue any further to avoid an explosion.
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Later that afternoon, Nikki and her mother joined Katie, Kelley and their mother for shopping at a boardwalk with a bunch of shops called Barefoot Landing.
For the occasion, Nikki opted on a white Harley Davidson tank top, tucked into a pair of tight Daisy Dukes and tied together with a thick black leather belt, adorned with rhinestones and a western buckle. She also put on her black cowboy boots.
That outfit wouldn’t have bothered her mother, save for the large amount of jewelry around her neck, cleavage bursting out of shirt and tattoos visible, but Nikki also used a folded white bandana as a headband and put on her Kingsmen vest.
Nikki checked her watch and told her mother it was time to leave. She already had a cigarette in her mouth when she stepped out the door and lit up immediately. Again, she didn’t bother to take off her sunglasses or put out her cigarette on the elevator, irritating her mother, but Nikki didn’t care to notice.
Throughout the afternoon her relatives were amazed at Nikki’s boldness. No longer a shy little girl, Nikki walked with a strut, a cigarette was seemingly in her hand every second they were outside. She was beautiful and she knew it.
At one point while walking on the boardwalk, Nikki saw a bikini she liked outside the door. She turned to her mother. “Mom, don’t you think I’d look fucking hot in this?” Nikki asked with a cigarette bouncing between her lips as she spoke.
“Nicole, I’m your mother. Why do you talk to me like that?” She asked.
“Oh mom, why do you always have to be so uptight?” Nikki asked as she took the cigarette out of her mouth and blew out a large stream of smoke.
Both parties had a fair point, but rather than pursuing an argument in public, the back and forth ended there.
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Later that night the adults decided to chat by the pool. Itching to get out, Kelley and Katie asked Nikki if she wanted to go to a club with them. Having a fake I.D. made the decision easy for Nikki, plus she was in the mood for some adventure.
When her cousins knocked on the door, Nikki opened, wearing a black leather dress that barely fell below her bottom and her knee-high black leather boots with the stiletto heel. Her appearance was quite stunning for the other two women.
Nikki invited her cousins in, and Kelley offered her a beer, which she accepted. She then went to her purse and pulled out a small bag of white powder. “Interested in a little pre-gaming?” Nikki asked her stunned cousins.
Kelley obliged, while Katie declined as Nikki cut a pair of lines for herself and her older cousin before heading out the door to the club. Nikki tipped the cab driver ahead of time to allow her to smoke on the way there, and when they arrived, she got out with a freshly lit cigarette dangling from her lips.
Almost immediately the bouncer saw the young, leather-clad woman with tattoos and motioned for her to enter without paying a cover charge. She grabbed her cousins and walked past the people waiting in line, making sure they noticed her as she blew out large plumes of smoke.
Nikki got to drink and dance with her cousins, but she got sick of fending off men trying to grab and took up residence on the patio out back. It didn’t take long for men to start approaching her and after an hour, she checked her watch, finished her cigarette and walked back inside in the middle of an unattractive man’s attempt to hit on her.
She weaved through the crowd and found her cousins standing at the bar waiting for a drink. They agreed to have one more and then head back to the condo. Just as they had finished and turn towards the door, a girl in her mid-20s stumbled into Kelley, spilling a drink down the front of her dress.
“What the fuck!” Kelley screeched.
The girl -- clearly inebriated -- apologized profusely. That wasn’t good enough for Nikki as she grabbed her cousins and motioned for them to follow along.
“It’s OK, honey,” Nikki said sweetly to the girl. “Why don’t you come out for a smoke with us and get some air.”
She nodded and Nikki grabbed her by the hand to lead her out the front door, except instead of stopping once outside, she continuing down the sidewalk until she found a quiet alley.
“Where are we going?” The girl asked. Nikki’s cousins and the friend of the girl wanted to know too.
Nikki led the girl into the alley, finally stopping out of sight from the street. Nikki took a cigarette out of her purse and lit up. Katie did the same behind her. The girl simply looked at her perplexed.
“I thought you were going to smoke?” Nikki asked her.
“I don’t have any,” The girl mumbled. “I’m not a regular smoker.”
“So you were going to bum one from me?” Nikki asked quizzically.
The girl simply just shrugged. She seemed to be the only one in the alley that didn’t think this line of questioning would take an ugly turn.
“So not only did you get so shit-faced that you spilled all over my cousin, but now you want to bum a smoke?” Nikki demanded with a straight face.
Again, the girl just shrugged.
“Did you offer to give my cousin money to get her dress cleaned?” Nikki asked through a cloud of smoke.
The girl shook her head, fear now coming over her.
“So you cost my cousin money and now you’re going to cost me money, too?” Nikki asked.
“Nikki, it’s OK,” Kelley said, trying to get her to leave.
Nikki just put her hand up and looked at the girl. “Well?” She demanded.
“I’m s-s-sorry,” The girl stuttered, tears now starting to fall down her makeup-stained cheeks.
Nikki gave a sarcastic laugh, took a step back as she took a drag on her cigarette, seemingly done with the conversation. But at the last second her facial expression changed and she took a step back towards the girl.
“Well, nothing’s free, bitch,” Nikki shouted as she landed a hard right hand to the girl’s gut, sending her to the ground gasping for air.
The girl’s friend tried to rush at Nikki in defense, but she sidestepped the girl and pushed her to the ground.
“Come here and hold this slut!” Nikki demanded of her cousins.
In fear, the two women hurried over to grab her arms, still begging Nikki to stop. There was no stopping her at this point, though.
Nikki walked over to the girl laying on the ground, still trying to catch her breath between sobs. Nikki stood over the girl, using her boot to nudge her onto her back. She squatted down, blowing smoke directly into the girl’s face after every drag. She reached down and grabbed the girl by her hair, pulling her closer.
“You want a cigarette?” Nikki asked menacingly through an exhale. “Here.”
She took her nearly finished cigarette and put it out directly on the girl’s left breast, causing the girl to scream in agony, but Nikki put her hand over the girl’s mouth to muffle the noise. “Oh honey, you better not make another sound. If you do, there’s going to be more of this.”
Nikki then walked over to the friend, who was being restrained. She lit another cigarette and blew it into the girl’s face. She then held it an inch from the girl’s face, which was also covered in tears.
“You’re not going to say anything about this, do you understand?” Nikki demanded. “If you or your skank of a friend say a word, this gets put out on your tongue. Clear?”
The girl nodded fearfully.
“Good,” Nikki smiled. Just as she turned away to leave, she whirled back around and delivered one more punch to the gut. She then walked back to the other girl and gave her a stiff kick to the ribs with her boot.
She then picked up her purse off the ground, took a drag off her cigarette and smiled to her cousins. “All done. Now they both have been taught a lesson in respect.”
Katie and Kelley could not believe what they had just seen. Their cousin just brutalized two women because of a spilled drink. Neither said a word as they walked back to catch a cab, Nikki acting as if nothing had happened.
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