Mike lay on one of the large cigarettes which was probably around four times his size. He wondered if people at home in the tiny town would believe this story if he told them. A big placed him in her cigarette pack to keep him safe as she transported him to her home. He imagined the pack of cigarettes sitting in a purse with the regular suspects, makeup, a wallet, maybe some tissues or a pack of gum.
Mike was deep in his own thoughts when he started sliding down the cigarette he was laying on, and another of the large cylinders started rolling over towards him. Luckily it didn’t weigh much, even compared to its huge size compared to him,
Mike saw the top of the giant pack open and could see Helen’s large face. As she smiled he looked it over. For her age she was beautiful, he imagine in her younger days she was maybe a beauty queen or a model.
“They just wouldn’t believe this at home,” he whispered to himself.
Helen’s fingers slowly started to slide out the cigarette he was on.
“Hold on tight dearie,” she said, and he obliged. She slid the cigarette out of the pack, dropping the pack into her purse, a purse just like Mike had imagined riding in.
Her other hand came up and scooted Mike down to the filter with a gentle push of Helen’s long, red fingernail. Mike watched, partly in glee, partly in terror, as the cigarette made its way towards the big woman’s lips, him wrapped around the filter. Helen’s top lip came down on top of Mike, pressing him lightly into the cigarette. The feeling of her soft, moist lip sent him into a state of ecstasy. He heard the click of her lighter, and smoke flowed around him as he lay on the dangling cigarette.
Helen took a deep drag, pushing him into the filter, and no doubt staining his clothing with her lipstick. She removed the cigarette from her mouth, her finger safely holding Mike on it. He looked up to see her eyes wide, almost fascinated with what she was doing. She blew a smooth stream of warm smoke on him.
“I thought you’d like that,” she said, plucking him off of the Virginia Slim. “You know, you could stay here with me. I’d take good care of you,” she said, winking.
Mike wondered if the wink had hidden meaning, but even if it did he was sure it would be something he was interested in.
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