The flight leaves at noon. People gather at Gate 17, struggling to find a seat after they check-in with the flight attendant. The plane leaves in 45 minutes for a 5-hour flight to the opposite end of the country. Business people arrive-they approach Gate 17 with such purpose, most dressed in fancy suits. Families bring their holiday packages with them-so much to carry on a plane. Many students going home for the holiday weekend carry everything they own in backpacks. Every seat is taken, many people are standing, and an informal line awaiting boarding develops in the corner of the waiting area. This 747-flight will be full today.

Beneath Gate 17 at ground level is the flight crew gathering area. The aircrew (2 pilots and a flight engineer) is onboard. However, the flight attendants-all 6 of them, are inside the waiting area ready to board the plane. The flight attendants (Joe, Steve, May, Sandi, Rachel, and Jody) are excited about the trip-they too will be flying home for this holiday weekend. They are ready to head out to the plane.

Suddenly, behind each flight attendant, two voices say in unison: “Boys and girls, please look at us.”

All 6 flight attendants look behind them and see 2 women standing in full-length blackglamma mink coats, each with a brown cigarette in their right hands. One woman is brunette with streaks of silver in her hair, the other is blonde and she wears wire rim glasses. They each show an ear-to-ear smile and slowly bring their cigarettes to their creamy lips.

Joe says: “Hey, who are you? How did you get in here?”

Each woman releases the cigarette from their creamy silky lips and exhales a sultry silky plume straight up in the air. They sway the smoke back-and-forth. The blow is absolutely mesmerizing.

“Keep watching kids,” one of the smokers says. And each exhales another beautiful plume of gray smoke that rises is a widening cone extending almost 10 feet in length.

Joe, Steve, May, Sandi, Rachel, and Jody drop their arms. The carry-on bags each grasped moments ago gently fall to the ground. Each flight attendant quickly becomes very relaxed, a warm feeling pulses through their bodies. The two women exhale again and a full trance develops in each flight attendants mind.

Just then, two other women arrive. One lady is a redhead wearing a heavy silver fox-fur coat. Her face is barely visible with the rising fur collar puffed-up around her neck. The other lady is a brunette wrapped in a blue mink coat. Curiously, each ladies coat is almost a foot longer than it should be, dragging along the ground. None of the four women has their deliciously silken fur coat buttoned revealing the satin pajamas each wears beneath their dreamy soft wraps.

The second two women are also smoking brown cigarettes and each inhales deeply as they walk up behind the 6 mesmerized flight attendants.

One of the ladies who mesmerized the flight attendants says to the second two just-arrived ladies: “OK, put them to sleep”.

The redhead and second brunette woman exhale smoke on the back of each flight attendants neck. Swaying their exhales back-and-forth. They exhale a second and third time and by now have broken the trance each flight attendant enjoyed moments ago.

May and Jody wave their hands hopelessly back-and-forth across their faces. Joe and Steve do also. Rachel and Sandi try to escape but run into the blackgamma mink coats of the first two women.

All four women now exhale silken heavy smelling blows of smoke on each flight attendants face. They are gassed-smoked into the beginning stages of slumber. Each falls to the ground. The four smoking women stand above their bodies and blow super smooth gray plumes of smoke into their faces. Again and again the smoke plows into the victims faces until numbness sets in and then calmness. After a minute of “special” exhales the flight attendants sleep very deeply.

The four smokers were: Sand Lady and Ms. Soothe joined by Liz and Bliss.

Beauty Shop

Ann arrives at her beauty shop at 7AM sharp. A full day ahead and she needs to set-up early. Last minute hairdo’s and haircuts and facials today. It’s always very busy a few days before the holiday. Ann opens the door, sets her things down and puts on the lights. She enables the cash register and walks to the back of the shop to turn on the lights.

When she returns to the front part of the shop a blonde woman stands in the doorway and without asking permission to enter pushes the door open and walks inside the shop. She’s wearing a heavy full-length beaver fur coat and is lifting a cigarette to her baby blue frosted lips.

“Excuse me miss, we’re not open until 8 o’clock!” Ann says loudly, hands on hips.

The woman approaches Ann and gently removes the cigarette from her lips and exhales a silky plume in the air that rises above Ann’s head. Ann can’t believe how beautiful the exhale is and tilts her head upward to watch the rising beautiful cone extend to the ceiling.

“Hi. I’m Miss Mink Ann,” the fur-wrapped lady says.

Miss Mink extends her fur gloved hand to Ann’s neck and gently tips her head so that her face returns forward and gently says to Ann: “Welcome to Dreamland”.

Miss Mink turns her head and appearing in front of Ann is the heaviest thick blonde hair you can imagine. A super lustrous thick do streaked gray. Immediately, the smell of the hair lifts Ann’s eyebrows. Miss Mink pulls Ann’s head into her hair.

Ann extends her hands upward for a moment and Miss Mink exhales a long smooth plume of smoke across Ann’s open palm. Once Miss Mink finishes her smooth plume Ann is relaxed and now rests comfortably in the satiny dream of Miss Mink’s hair whiffing session.

Ann’s knees bend and her body droops. Miss Mink lets her collapse to the floor. Ann falls gently extending her hands to the floor to break her fall. Her face is filled with an ear-to-ear smile. She curls up like a baby and falls asleep.

Miss Mink exhales one more plume of dreamy smoke into Ann’s face.

“Sleep well my lovely,” and Miss Mink departs the beauty shop.

Dressing Room

“What a wonderful dress,” says Sarah. She’s in a famous department store dressing room with a green satin dress that’s perfect for the holiday party she plans on attending tonight. Sarah is hopeful of impressing her boss for a potential promotion. Making a great impression in a social gathering may help her rise above the competition.

As Sarah takes her clothes off and readies her slim and sexy body for the green satin dress she hears a bustle outside the dressing room. Sounds like a gasping sound, someone coughing. But, Sarah stops paying attention to the strange sound, and readies her beautiful dress to place over her silky skin.

Around the corner, where the dressing room attendant stands, the bustling is revealed. The 19-year old attendant has dropped to her knees, coughing desperately while waving her hands back-and-forth in front of her face. A tall brunette woman dressed in a gray velveteen pants suit stands above her and is exhaling lengthy plumes of super silky rich gray smoke into the attendants face. While the smoke looks wonderful and must feel so smooth to touch, it apparently has an overwhelming smell. The attendant falls to the floor, her face coated in grayish “sleeping” dust and off to sleep she goes. The tall brunette leans over the smoke submerged body and exhales again three times to ensure a “blanket” of sleep over the attendant.

Sarah is half-naked and is reaching behind her to adjust her dress as she sets herself in the beautiful green satin. The curtain across the entranceway to the dressing room suddenly opens and in walks Velveteen. The woman of gray velveteen clothing and equally silky lengthy brunette hair and sexy Hollywood smile stands 4 feet in front of a stunned Sarah.
“My god, who are you, what are you doing here” says scared and increasingly angry Sarah.

Velveteen says nothing and inserts her cigarette between her creamy lips and waves bye-bye to Sarah.

And then a luxurious gray exhale. The smoke quickly clouds helpless Sarah’s face. Then her face disappears in the smoke as the thick cloud spreads smoothly sideways. The walls left and right of Sarah have thick rolling soft clouds that bounce off the wall and back toward Sarah’s face.

The smoky exhale lasted for 21 seconds. And Sarah is covered in a light smooth gray dusty film that sparkles on her skin and dulls the shine of the green satin dress. Sarah stands almost frozen with her eyes gently closing. She pulls the satin dress to her face like pillow and collapses to the floor.

“Who…who…who are you,” Sarah somehow finds the strength to say softly.

Velveteen replies: “A sleepy smoker. Now sleep my angel.” Velveteen blows another 20-second slumber whiff that covers Sarah’s body like a blanket.