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Story Title : The Training Program
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Kendall: A Weekend Off
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"Hello, Lake Forest Country Club. May I help you?" These
were the words Kendall heard from Leslie Donaldson when
he called to make his massage appointment one afternoon.
He smiled. Leslie's pleasant voice had greeted callers
for almost four years Tuesday and Thursday evenings,
along with most Saturday afternoons. It had been his
idea to enlist college students as receptionists at the
club after daytime hours. He had figured, quite cor-
rectly, that such an easy job would be appealing to
young ladies who were trying to earn money while in
school. Leslie had been the first one hired, and she
had been with them for four years, almost never missing
a shift. The board of directors had been somewhat
skeptical at first, but she was the main reason for
the success of the program.
"Hi, Leslie. This is Kendall. I'm just calling to make
a massage appointment for Thursday evening."
"Oh, hi Kendall," she cheerfully replied. "How's it
goin'?" Kendall had been like a rich uncle to her since
she had arrived at school. She felt no obligation to be
efficient and professional with him. Leslie liked him,
and the job he had provided had been a godsend,
especially since she could study at work when the phone
wasn't busy.
"It goes well, Leslie. Although I'm a little sorry to
know that you'll be leaving us soon. How's school?"
"It's fine--by the way, do you want seven or eight for
your appointment?" She jotted down his answer. "Finals
are coming up soon, and my honors thesis paper is almost
done. I'm going to be a little sorry that I'm leaving,
too. Okay, you are booked for eight p.m. this coming
Thursday. Anything else?" She lit a Virginia Slim Light
menthol while he replied. "Okay. I'll be on duty at the
front desk that night, so I'll see you then, too." She
smiled as she hung up the phone.
***
Kendall cycled his arm at the front desk, waiting for
Leslie to get off the phone. He wanted to invite her
and her boyfriend to dinner in honor of her graduation.
He thought of the strawberry blonde as a kid sister;
even though she smoked with very little style, which
didn't go unnoticed, Leslie had never been a candidate
for the training program. She looked up at him as she
hung up. "Feeling better now that you're all relaxed
and sore?" she kidded.
"I know, I know, they really work you over here," he
finished their standard joke. "I was wondering..."
Kendall hesitated a little, unsure of how his offer
would be perceived. "Anyway, in honor of your graduation
with honors, would you and Bob like to go out to dinner,
on me, sometime graduation week? You were the first
college student we hired, and as de facto chairman of
our work-study program, I feel that you should get some-
thing special for being here for four years, and putting
up with us hoity-toity folks."
Leslie's smile and surprise were genuine, but her face
quickly fell. "I'm afraid that graduation week is going
to be full. Bob and I are going to be away for a few
days after finals--I won't be back until Tuesday, and
I kinda wanna spend it alone with him because my folks
are coming in Wednesday night for the honors thing. I
have to go out with my dad and stepmom that night, and
then my mom on Thursday after the individual recognition
ceremony. They've declared a truce for Friday, when we
all go out that afternoon after the big graduation." She
sighed. "I really appreciate the offer, though, Kendall.
You've been a great boss--wait--maybe my mom would like
to go out with us! She really wants to meet you, 'cause
I've talked so much about you. My dad and stepmom are
out of the question--he wouldn't understand, and she's
just a bitch."
Now it was Kendall's turn to smile. "I was planning to
go to the ceremony Thursday night. Why don't we plan on
dinner after the individual ceremony if it's okay with
your mother?" he asked. She accepted, and Kendall walked
out of the country club with a happy smile on his face.
His kid sister was going to graduate with honors, and
celebrate it with a dinner at the best restaurant in
town with her mother and her boyfriend.
***
When the individual recognition ceremony ended, Kendall
searched for Leslie in the milling crowd. Since he
wasn't family, he had been relegated to sitting in the
back of the theater. Her boyfriend's unmistakable shock
of red hair gave her location away. Kendall worked his
way through the crowd and greeted them with a big smile
on his face. "Congratulations, Leslie! Now you only need
the thing that fills that diploma holder." She gave him
a hug and a peck on the cheek, beaming. He shook Bob's
hand with a grin. "You, too. You've both made it through
the last four years of freedom."
"And who have we here, Leslie?" came a female voice from
behind. Kendall turned and looked at an auburn-haired
woman, slightly taller than Leslie, older, but with the
same blue eyes. He guessed she was no older than forty,
and still rather attractive at first glance.
Leslie blushed. 'I'm forgetting my manners, Kendall,
sorry. This is my mom, Patricia Weaver. Mom, this is my
boss, Kendall Craft."
Leslie's mother looked directly into his eyes, her ex-
pression changing instantly from confusion to one of
happy surprise. "Oh, Mr. Craft!!! Leslie has told me so
much about you!" She shook his hand with a feminine
grip. "I want to thank you. When Leslie told me that
you were willing to take us to dinner, I was thrilled.
But you shouldn't have to pay for me--"
"Ms. Weaver, it is my honor to be taking the three of
you to dinner at Fortissimo--" Leslie's gasp made her
mother look inquisitively at her. "--And please, call
me Kendall, just like Leslie does. I haven't felt like
her supervisor since her second day at work, when I gave
her the full tour of the facilities," he smiled. "I'm
ready to go whenever you are. The restaurant will hold
our table, so if there's anything you need to do in the
next few hours--"
"Mister--Kendall," Patricia interrupted, correcting
herself, "I need to fix my face before we leave, since
Fortissimo is such a big deal, judging by my daughter's
reaction."
"Mom, it's only the fanciest, best restaurant in town!"
Leslie whispered, still shocked by Kendall's casual
generosity; this would easily cost him two hundred
fifty dollars. At least.
"In that case dear, I will definitely need to look my
best. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." Patricia
turned and headed off as Kendall watched her. The three
remaining people made small talk until Leslie's mom came
back. "Well, that's settled," she snapped. The blue eyes
were blazing in a barely masked display of anger. "I
need a cigarette," Patricia announced, and headed out-
side.
Leslie took off after her mother. "Mom! What's wrong?"
Kendall and Bob looked at each other, shrugged, and
slowly headed for the door that the two women went
through.
"Your father's wench has declared that if I attend
Friday's brunch, she will not," Patricia said, reaching
into her purse. "And if she doesn't, he won't, either.
Because they do everything together." She pulled out a
cigarette without removing the pack. She lit it quickly,
and took a long drag, pausing before lifting her chin a
bit, then exhaling.
"Can't he just forget her for a few hours on my gradua-
tion??!!" It started as a yell, but ended up being a
quiet, half-spoken snarl. The expression on Leslie's
face mirrored her mother's. Kendall and Bob came out
the door.
"Apparently not--" Patricia's expression softened when
she realized that Kendall had been caught in the cross-
fire. "Oh--I'm sorry, Kendall. I realize how awkward
this is for you--Leslie's father and I are not on the
best of terms, as I'm sure you've gathered by now." She
took a long, deep drag on her cigarette, and waited,
waited, then slowly, casually, exhaled a narrow stream.
"I apologize for the outburst. Can it be forgotten for
the evening?" Patricia was relieved when he nodded and
said yes with a smile.
Kendall's heart had jumped when he saw the long, slender
brown cigarette between her fingers. Patricia had been
somewhat attractive before, but now she would have his
undivided attention. "I hope you don't mind smokers,
Kendall," she continued, "but I enjoy it. It relaxes
me."
He carefully replied, "No, not at all. The reservations
are in the smoking section; after all, it's Leslie's
night." He didn't want Patricia (or Leslie, for that
matter) to get suspicious; it was difficult to watch the
older woman without being obvious. Bob excused himself
and left the group for a moment. Kendall knew it was
going to be a long night as Patricia took another draw
from the long cigarette. She held the smoke and sighed
quietly after a few seconds, sending smoke into the air
through her parted lips. Kendall lit Leslie's Virginia
Slim Light menthol, and stole another discreet look at
Patricia. He started to feel a little--uncomfortable.
"So, Kendall, what do you do?" Leslie's mom took another
deep drag, held it, then exhaled slowly, silently, a
picture of casual, stylish, feminine grace.
"I hypnotize women so they look as good smoking as you
do..." went through his mind, but instead, he said, "Oh,
I'm retired. I made my fortune in computer games by the
time I was twenty-five. Now I just get royalties and
consulting retainers, Ms. Weaver."
"Oh no--please, call me Patty," she smiled, and took
another drag from the slender, glowing brown cigarette
between her fingers. The light from the building
silhouetted the stream of smoke from her lips on the
calm, warm evening. "Retired at twenty-five... I wonder
what that would have been like. Leslie was in the first
grade, and I was working full-time at the department
store." She paused, looking nostalgic. "And now she's
graduating from college." Bob returned, and Patty took
a last, lingering drag, throwing the cigarette away.
"Okay, who's driving?" she grinned. "I'm beginning to
get hungry."
Kendall smiled, and his mind began to work again since
Patty wasn't smoking anymore. "I took the liberty of
hiring a car for us. After all, this is a very special
occasion." He waved to the limousine parked in the lot.
Yes, it was special, made even more so by the elegant,
graceful, incredibly sexy More smoker he had just met.
You just didn't meet many women with her sense of style
these days.
***
"You can order whatever you want on the menu. Cost is
no object," Kendall announced as they got out of the
limousine in front of Fortissimo. "Tony has promised
us a very special dessert, Leslie. He himself is donning
the chef's hat." He smiled at Patty, and gallantly of-
fered her his arm. "Tony's the owner, and a member of
the club where Leslie works. I told him about this, and
he volunteered to give us a custom dessert. Nobody else
can order it."
Leslie's mother laughed gaily, and linked her arm with
his. "You certainly know how to make a production of a
special occasion, Kendall." Bob sat next to Leslie,
while Kendall and Patty were paired on the other side
of the table. The younger woman lit a cigarette shortly
after they were seated. Kendall hoped against hope that
Patty would light up too. Leslie's mother chose instead
to look around the restaurant. "I think I'm going to
visit the powder room," she quietly announced, obviously
stunned by the luxurious surroundings.
"Mom likes you, Kendall," Leslie said when Patty had
disappeared. "She's really nervous about the all the
ritzy stuff. She didn't get this when she was married
to dad." Bob nudged her and softly warned about playing
matchmaker. "Well," the young woman indignantly sniffed,
"I didn't say they were on a date, did I? But I haven't
seen her fix her face twice in an evening before."
Kendall laughed to cover his pleased expression. Truth
to tell, Patty Weaver was interesting to him, too. He
could see exactly where Leslie got her looks from, and
Patty was definitely not matronly. And she smoked Mores,
which placed her above the standard crowd. But, he
ultimately dismissed Leslie's comments as those of a
wistful daughter. The conversation had turned to small
talk about summer plans before Leslie's mom returned to
the table.
"This is so wonderful, Kendall," Patty bubbled, settling
into her chair. "I just feel sort of bad that you're
paying for this and I'm just tagging along." He assured
her again that it was no problem, and that he really
wanted to do this for Leslie. She smiled at him; he was
cute, if a bit young for her these days, but she wasn't
going to quibble over a few years. Not slender, not fat,
but big... yeah, she could have seen herself dating this
guy under different circumstances. But, he was her
daughter's boss, and just taking them out to dinner
because of her graduation tomorrow. These were not
exactly circumstances for an--encounter. But he was so
very--cute. Patty opened her purse and removed a pack
of menthol More cigarettes. "I hope--oh never mind,
I've already said that once already, haven't I?" His
smile and the casual, gentlemanly way he offered her
a light made her feel a little less nervous. As she
took a long draw on the More, Patty felt more of her
nervousness recede. She lifted her chin and silently
exhaled. Kendall just let her be; that was another
good thing about him--smoking didn't bother him.
Michael and she had grown apart over many issues:
smoking and the Mores were two of Michael's favorite
nags after he had quit.
Kendall pretended to study the wine list while watching
Patty smoke. While there was nothing exotic about her
style, the relaxed, feminine way she handled her ciga-
rette was more than he usually got to watch outside of
his hypnotic students. She smoked gracefully, a natural
sensuality about it. Her lips wrapped around the filter,
and she drew, slowly, steadily. She would swallow the
smoke, a small wisp would appear from her nose, and then
pause to purse her lips (freshly re-painted a soft red,
he noticed) and tilt her head slightly upwards. Patty's
exhales were almost silent, sending a long, steady
trail of smoke into the air above her head. And she was
smoking a More, holding the long, slender, brown
cigarette near the filter tip, between dainty fingers
and stretched arm. He knew he couldn't resist her, he
wanted her, this incredibly sexy woman, her age be
damned... but he knew he couldn't have her. After all,
she was Leslie's mother, and they were celebrating the
young woman's pending graduation.
Dinner was wonderful, as expected, and the Italian creme
rolls with handmade Italian ice had been a fitting
dessert, as spectacular as advertised. The owner himself
(complete with chef's hat) presented dessert with a
graduation card for Leslie. Kendall enjoyed his guests'
pleasure more than he had expected--he really was having
a good time, even if Patty had only smoked the one
cigarette before dinner . After dessert had been
finished, and all at the table were well sated, the
cigar box arrived. Bob immediately asked Kendall for
advice, then quickly selected an Arturo Fuente Chur-
chill. Kendall chose the Montecruz Sun-grown No. 2. The
maitre'd, well aware of Kendall's usual dinner
companions, paused and looked at the ladies. "What's he
looking at me for?" Leslie whispered.
"He's wondering if either of you two ladies would care
for an after-dinner cigar," Kendall explained.
Leslie giggled, but her boyfriend immediately said,
"C'mon Les, it's your graduation. Be adventurous. In a
place like this--" He broke off his statement and
pointed out another woman enjoying a cigar across the
room. "See? Nobody will even notice. Besides, just
think of how many 'secret cigar-room deals' you could
get in on when you go to work for Massey." He looked
at her and shrugged.
"Oh what the hell," Leslie said and immediately followed
that with, "If I die, you're gonna miss a lot." She
looked in the box, and then back at Kendall. "Help. I
don't even know what to look for." Kendall wisely picked
one out for her, a Montecruz No. 200 with a Natural
Claro wrapper, telling her he would spare her the cigar
primer for now, but that she was welcome to speak with
Petra any time she needed cigar advice. Everybody then
turned and looked at Patty, who blushed.
"I suppose you're asking me if I want one," she said.
They all nodded. Leslie urged her mother on, but Patty
declined. "No, no, no. You're young enough to experiment
but it was hard enough for me to accept smoking a brown
cigarette in public. I got more than my fair share of
grief over that, and I'm too old to change habits." She
removed another cigarette, and the maitre'd lit it be-
fore clipping and lighting the cigars at the table.
"I'm afraid I'm just an old stick-in-the-mud, guys."
She lifted her chin, and exhaled very slowly, chest
rising.
"I hardly think of you as old, Patty," Kendall blurted.
Both of them blushed, he for having let the thought slip
out, and she for receiving it. Bob and Leslie managed
to keep their mouths shut, but the look in their eyes
said that they were very aware that the night had just
taken on a slightly different tone. Patty took an un-
characteristic quick drag and exhaled a fine stream of
smoke through her lips. Kendall noted the abrupt depar-
ture from her usual style, and realized that his
compliment had definitely hit home. "Excuse me, I need
to talk to Tony--to thank him for this evening," he
awkwardly said, and left the table. He headed for the
reception area at the restaurant, wondering if he had
made a mistake; Patty's attitude towards him was
definitely going to change. Would it be for the better
or would she think him strange?
The conversation started as soon as he was out of ear-
shot. "Mom, he likes you! Go for it!" Leslie whispered
urgently.
"Leslie--" she began with false exasperation, "--I can
handle my own love life just fine, thank you." There
was a brief silence, and Bob strategically excused
himself to go to the men's room. "But he is cute, isn't
he?" Patty smiled.
"And single. He lives in a really nice house. And the
Petra he mentioned--she's his butler and lives in his
carriage house," her daughter supplied. "C'mon mom,
what have you got to lose?" She took a puff from her
cigar. "See, I'm being daring. You can, too."
Patricia Weaver sighed. It had been a long time since
she'd met a man who was this interesting, who made her
heart beat a little faster. Kendall was cute. And
single, living alone with a female butler (yeah, right.)
There was no doubt that he was attracted to her--that
made sense out of a lot of things that had happened
this evening--but was the ten-or-so year difference
between them too much? She sighed again, and put out
her cigarette, only to light another. What was the worse
that could happen? Rejection, and it would be her age
that was the reason. She didn't look bad for forty-three
but he obviously had his pick of women. She took a long,
long draw, exhaling leisurely, sending thick streams of
smoke flowing from her lips. Patty was nervous, and
smoking wasn't making these particular butterflies
settle down.
Kendall and Bob returned at the same time, interrupting
her musing. "How are the cigars, folks?" Kendall asked.
"They are a custom at Fortissimo. Tony prides himself on
his humidor." Leslie took a draw on the Montecruz, and
slowly pushed the smoke out through her lips.
"Actually, Kendall, these really aren't bad. I could get
to like them. Maybe I'll talk to Petra before I leave
town. Be adventurous, right?" She smiled sweetly, but
the words weren't lost on her mother.
Patty took a long, deep drag on her cigarette. She
exhaled slowly, silently. Kendall was watching her, a
hint of desire in his eyes. Her insides fluttered. Maybe
I've got a decent chance at him after all...
***
As they got back into the limousine, Leslie asked, "Can
you drop Bob and me off at school first, Kendall? We
left the car there. Could you also take my mom back to
her hotel, since it's sort of on your way home?" Leslie
asked the questions with complete innocence; her motives
were considerably less than so. Her mom shot her an
annoyed glance, but it disappeared when Kendall quickly
agreed.
Kendall and Patty found themselves alone when the limo
pulled away from the theater building at the university.
"I understand that you live with your butler," she said,
trying to break the ice. He said yes, and asked if she
would care to see his estate. "We have a graduation to
attend tomorrow morning," Patty said, suppressing the
rising swell of excitement.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, either," he replied.
"But I meant some other time. Your hotel is about three
minutes away from where we are now." Disappointed, Patty
nodded absently, swirling her ankle, and her excitement
died. She reached for another cigarette, looking into
her purse so Kendall wouldn't see her disappointment.
She covered a small jump when a flame popped into exis-
tence next to her. He was always ready to light her
cigarette. It had been a while since she had been
treated like such a lady.
"Thank you," Patty quietly said. She watched the smoke
swirl from her cigarette between puffs as they rode in
silence. The car swung into the drive of the hotel. Her
heart sped up. It was now or never.
"Well, Patty, we have arrived. I'm very happy to have
met you, and I hope that we will see each other tomor-
row," Kendall said. He tried to keep the excitement out
of his voice, but Patty was such a sexy smoker that he
couldn't completely manage.
This was it. The limo driver was opening the door.
"Would you excuse us just a second, please," Patty
requested, and the door closed. "Kendall, I'm not in
the habit of being forthright. But if this were my
house, and we didn't have to get up early tomorrow
morning, I would be inclined to invite you in for a
nightcap." She took another nervous drag, wondering
what would happen next.
"Patty--I'm flattered," Kendall began, then took a deep
breath to calm himself. "If I didn't have to get up and
dress for tomorrow morning, I'd be inclined to accept."
He saw her smile. "However, it is my understanding that
you have no plans for lunch tomorrow. I would be pleased
if you would join me after the ceremony for brunch at my
club."
"Kendall, that would be marvelous." She leaned over and
kissed him, a brief peck that turned into a minute of
hot, wet, insistent probing. Patty had no idea how that
had happened, but it was great. "Ummm... My flight
doesn't leave until Sunday?"
"I'll send you home on the last flight to Chicago Sunday
night," Kendall replied, and reluctantly let Patty go.
He was incredibly turned on. Patty took a final, long,
luxurious drag from her More, her eyes glowing almost as
brightly as the burning end, and he almost lost it. He
briefly thought of having Petra when he got home, but
Patty's parting smile to him as she got out of the
limousine erased it. He wanted to save it all for her.
***
"You're kidding!!!" Leslie whispered to her mother after
the graduation ceremony. "He's taking you to lunch at
the club today???" Her daughter smiled impishly. "Who
made the first move?"
"I think I did, dear," Patty replied with a grin. "I
mean, I don't think he's going to wind up as your step-
father or anything, but we do--like each other."
"He's got a cute butt, too."
"Leslie!!!" Patty said in mock horror. "Well, you have
fun with your dad at brunch--don't say anything about
this, okay?" Her happy expression darkened as she saw
her ex-husband and his twenty-four-year-old wife
approaching. "I'm going to the theater building to meet
Kendall," she whispered. "I love you, and I'll talk to
you tomorrow." She headed off in the exact opposite
direction from Leslie's father.
***
"Is it all right to smoke in your house?" Patty asked.
He said yes, and lit her cigarette as they sat on his
bed. "By the way, lunch was wonderful, Kendall. Thank
you, because it kept me from getting angry over Leslie's
father's behavior." He smiled at her, his face flushed
and still full of excitement. It made Patty feel a
little warmer in her afterglow. She took a long pull
from the More, exhaling contentedly, and studying the
cigarette. "I hope you don't think I'm strange because
I smoke brown cigarettes. I'm really not eccentric."
"No, Patty, you're not strange," he smiled. "Actually,
you could say that they're rather stylish, just because
it's so unusual to see a woman smoking a brown cigar-
ette."
She nodded. "That's probably the reason I started
smoking these when I was younger. Do you know it was
a--contention with Leslie's father?" Patty took another
extended drag, and waited to finish exhaling before
resuming. "Especially when he quit smoking. He loved
to say it proved I was a castrating dyke at heart."
"Patty--after this afternoon, if you're I dyke, then
I'm a lesbian!" They both laughed. Kendall had been
studying Patty as she smoked. Such a feminine, sexy
More smoker... He was feeling the effects of his
fetish. The conversation would be interrupted soon.
She finished her girlish laugh, and apologized, "I'm
sorry--I really shouldn't be talking about that. I
guess I just have a bunch of middle-age hang-ups."
Kendall put his arms around her and kissed her very
deeply, and Patty felt her insides turn to warm goo.
"I'm at least ten years younger after that," she gasped,
trying to give herself a chance to recover. By the looks
of things, Kendall was already recovered. Oh, those
younger men... "Leslie says you're a hypnotist," she
said, a little distractedly. He was definitely
recovered.
Kendall laughed. "Stage only. I'm not like a hypno-
therapist or anything. It's an amusement, and great at
parties." He watched her, enraptured by the long, brown
cigarette, and Patty's flawless, extremely feminine
handling. She exhaled with ease, a stream of smoke
formed by the small "O" of her lips.
Patty nodded. "Well, I've never been hypnotized. I went
to a hypnotherapist once to try to stop smoking. It
didn't work." Kendall suppressed a laugh. He had spent
a lot of time hypnotizing women into starting... She put
out her smoke and let a long, silent exhale go. Kendall
wanted her again. Now. He had ever since he'd seen her
with the brown 120mm cigarette between her fingers, and
now he was going to have her. Again. And again. Until
Sunday night.
***
"So will you come visit me in Chicago sometime?" Patty
Weaver, flawlessly made up, stood in the doorway to
Kendall's house looking him directly in the eyes. It
had been a wonderful weekend, filled with more pas-
sionate sex than she would have thought possible. He
had always been ready for her over the past two-and-a-
half days, demonstrating a stamina that, once she had
gotten used to it, she had taken full advantage of.
Patty had no idea why he had been so hot for her, but
the fact that he had been made her feel fifteen years
younger right now. Kendall assured her that he would,
and asked if she would give Leslie and Bob his regards
at the airport. Both Patty and Kendall agreed that it
would be a bit awkward if he were to be there as well.
She gave him a soft peck on the cheek and headed for
the taxi. Even if he didn't call again, she hadn't
done too badly for a forty-three year old divorcée
with a daughter graduated from college. She smiled,
knowing that the taxi driver could only guess at the
reasons behind it.
Kendall closed the door with regret and exhaustion.
Patty had been a sexual dynamo. Her lust kept pace
with his fetish, especially since she liked having a
cigarette after sex. His weakness for attractive female
More smokers had gotten him into this, but he didn't
mind at all. The best thing was that he didn't have to
do any training, programming or hypnotism. It was a
weekend off from the training program, one that he
hadn't realized how welcome it was until now. Kendall
went to his study and copied Patty's Chicago phone
number into his book. She excited him.
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