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Story: Smoke Bound Author: Agachak
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Keywords: [MC MM NC hypno]
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Smoke Bound
By Agachak (agachak@hotmail.com) (15/09/97)
Town had been quiet this Saturday morning and I had a very successful shopping trip.
I carry three carrier bags, each containing a new item of clothing. As I am a student, buying clothing is a rarity for me, and only occurs out of necessity.
The Coach station is behind me to my Right, as I skirt the edge of the gay village and walk towards the university district. My girlfriend would kill me if she heard I had been amongst the fags.
"Excuse me.". I hear a voice say, off to my left hand side.
I turn and look to my left. There standing in a small car park, is a man in a suit. Aged in his forties with a worried look on his face.
"I have a problem.". He says. "I'm Fifty pence short for my coach fare to London, could you give it to me please? I can give you a packet of cigarettes in exchange.".
Normally no one asking me for money would be successful. but this gentleman was obviously no tramp, and a packet of cigarettes is worth allot more than fifty pence.
"Sure.". I say, putting down my bags against the low wall between the car park and the pavement.
The man, with a look of relief on his face, offered the pack of cigarettes to me. One cigarette, I notice, is halfway out of the packet.
I accept the packet with my left hand, as I fumble in my right pocket to get fifty pence change with another. Finding a fifty pence piece, I pass it to the man.
He in response, smiles and gets out a cigarette lighter.
I looked down at the packet of cigarettes, they are an expensive brand I have never tried before. After only a moment of indecision I remove the offered cigarette and accept the light off the man.
"You don't know how grateful I am that you have helped me out here.". He mentions. "Its a long way from Manchester to London, on foot!".
I draw in a breath from the cigarette, the smoke is thick and aromatic. Definitely unusual.
"My name is Gregory, what's yours?". he asks.
"Paul.". I reply, taking in another deep breath from the cigarette.
"Why you look a little tired there, why don't you sit down?". says Gregory.
Strangely I do feel a little worn out, must have been from all the walking around town, so I sit down on the wall facing away from Gregory. Once I sit down I draw in another poof from the cigarette.
"You are single and live alone?". I hear him ask.
"Yes.". I reply. Strange, I am very relaxed and not afraid of this man.
"Inhale again from the cigarette.". He whispers into my ear.
I do as I'm told, drawing in another deep smoke filled breath. I feel very relaxed and calm.
"Now Paul, you will in a moment stand up, and accompany me to my car so you can relax more.".
The words of the man seemed to echo deep within me. Something seems wrong with what he has said, out of place with what has been said before. Yet I can't put my finger on it. I take another inhale off the cigarette and I seemed to forget my worries.
"Stand up Paul.".
I stand up, everything seems dull and I feel unsteady on my feet.
I feel an arm around my waist and hear the Gregory speak again.
"Slave, follow your instructions.".
Calm and relaxed, supported by this man, I unresitingly walk with him to his car, doing everything that I am told.
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[Later]
I awake,
My memory is fuzzy, and yet I realise this is now Sunday morning, and I am back were it all started. Sat on the wall of the car park.
I look down at a piece of paper in my hand, and the telephone number on it. I don't recognise either the paper, or the number upon it, but I know I must call it next Saturday morning for some reason. I know i will enjoy next Saturday.
Carefully I deposit the paper in a pocket, to keep it safe, before standing up.
I feel wonderful, despite a throbbing pain in both by backside and my throat. Both these are matters of no concern, as is what has happened to my shopping, or what occurred yesterday. What ever occurred I know was perfectly ok and nothing to worry about.
The phone box up ahead beckons me, I will go and call my girlfriend and let her know we are breaking up.
I REALLY want to break up with her, the thought of kissing her repels me.
After all it is my own decision....
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