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Aaron Arvald - Life Mender | Oscar Wilde | 4

 

Scan. A boring-but-successful nerd. Next. Scan. A regular average girl who's most afraid of heights. Next. Scan. Oh! A pretty young girl who has a sad addiction to smoking due to her friends' peer pressure when she was younger. Great!

She was a nineteen-year-old girl named Jamie. Black curly hair, C34 bra size, unremarkable ass but a cute face for sure. At half a pack a day, I decided it's enough to help her out. She didn't like smoking, but liked the relief she felt from a cigarette. Today Jamie was wearing khaki cargo pants with a dark blue blouse. Little blue hip-hugger panties with a cheap white bra.

She was seated next to her friend Kerrin. Kerrin was a spunky little blonde wearing an orange punk band t-shirt and tight jeans. Underneath she wore a standard yellow bikini bottom and top covering her B32 breasts. Kerrin was very focused on her schoolwork, job as a coffee girl, and art. Prying deeper into her mind, I found that she was actually very sexually frustrated but didn't realize it; she masturbated few times in her life and hated it, and had just learned to ignore her urges. However, this had the adverse effect of making her body very desperate for release. She always ignored it and would suffer for it.

First thing's first. I pushed Kerrin to talk to Jamie about her smoking. Jamie raised an eyebrow and said that she just likes to do it.

"Yeah. Just wondering." Kerrin replied, ready to change the subject because she had little idea of why she brought that up out of the blue. With a push from me, however, she continued with my words.

"It's easy to quit something if you associate displeasure with it."

"What?" Jamie asked Kerrin to clarify her statement. I began to weave a push as her friend responded.

I pushed: "Kerrin has a point. If I associate my addiction with something gross, I can overcome it." Push.

Jamie nodded to her friend and agreed it was best to come up with something. They began to think of things to help her. Well, so did I.

I pushed to Jamie: "After I'm done with lunch, I will go to the bathroom. There, I will put a cigarette up my ass, and the rest of my remaining pack up my vagina. If I want to smoke a cigarette, I'll have to smoke one of these." She had seven left in the pack. Push. I was beginning to get a headache from my pushes.

Jamie blushed, then quickly ended the conversation by agreeing with Kerrin that she should put the cigarettes in a hard-to-reach spot. Kerrin smiled, but was unsure of why she even bothered talking of her friend's smoking. Now it was her turn. I took a sip of water and began the magic.

 

How will you deal with Kerrin?


          Kerrin's Turn

 
 
 

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