[NotThatOtherGuy]

Hmm. I'm slightly torn about this. I wrote this back when I was 18. Some parts of it feel a little weird to me now . . . I took EVERYTHING of mine down a couple years ago, but now I'm finally ready to put my work back up, starting with my first erotic fiction I ever wrote, Jones' Wand.

Chapter One

For three weeks, Jones had taken pleasure in stripping girls of their clothing. He would stand there in some public place, often at a beach, and watch as girls walked by. At an unexpected moment, he would suddenly remove their clothes – and he would do it so quickly and discreetly that nobody could see it was his doing. Jones had an activity, a hobby, that nobody else had – because nobody else in the world had his magic wand.

Jones was in possession of a magical object that gave him all the power in the universe. He didn’t understand how it worked, or why he of all people was the one who ended up with it – but that didn’t really matter to him. He figured that fate had its reasons, and that was that.

A month earlier, Jones had found the wand while at his job. He worked at a restaurant, one that was busy and loud all the time. He hated the place. The work was hard, the pay was less than stellar, and he was bombarded with disrespect from every customer. However, his luck changed one day when he found a wand sitting on a messy table. A large family had left it there by accident. Jones had made the attempt to find them and return the item, but had been unable to get them in time. The family left, and the wand was in his hands.

Jones didn’t want to throw the wand away. He had the feeling that, any day now, the family would return to recollect it. He waited, and waited, and the more time went by, the more fond he became of this plastic wand. He would wave it around and imagine that it gave him all the power in the world. He imaged being able to hurl chairs through the air and changing the weather to anything he wanted. All day long, Jones continued to feel stressed and unhappy, but the wand served as some sort of comfort zone for him.

Later, Jones was fired. At first, he thought it was the worst thing that could happen to him. However, a friend of his advised him to be happy about it. That job was a chain from which he was now free. That day, he decided to spend the rest of his life happy, focusing on the good and dealing with the bad. The happiness that he felt by holding that plastic wand was now with him all the time.

He really didn’t understand the truth about the wand until he woke up one morning unable to see himself. He had just dreamt of waving the wand and turning invisible. Somehow, while asleep, he had done the very same thing. Then he woke up, and found that he was indeed invisible to his own eye. He could feel his own body, and hear the sounds he made, but he couldn’t see himself!!

That was when he realized that this power was real so long as he believed it was. When he was asleep and dreaming, anything seemed possible. While awake, human beings tend to have a serious attitude about life and dismiss all fairy tales as simple childrens’ stories. Now Jones realized that, by tapping into his childlike imagination, which had disappeared when he became an adult, he was actually capable of miracles!

Jones’ happy, easy-going attitude stayed with him all day long. He turned himself invisible, and walked around the city. He looked around at the roads and cars and people and gas stations, able to see them, while they couldn’t see him. It was like looking at life through a one-way mirror.

He sometimes questioned why he, of all people, was the one to end up with this power. He decided that it was better for him to get this power than an evil person who would use it for wicked purposes. Maybe, if a truly noble person found the power, and attempted to use it for truly noble purposes, some other bad things would happen. In short, it was good that the power ended up in the hands of an ordinary man who didn’t have ambitious plans with power – just to turn himself invisible.

However, before long, his plans changed. When he witnessed three girls robbing a gas station with a fake gun and getting away unharmed, he decided to take matters into his own hands, if no one else would. Jones would never intentionally harm a person, much less three attractive girls – but he would find his own methods of punishment.

Using his magic wand, he was able to track the girls down with a sort of sense of radar. The next day, the three girls drove up to the beach together, using an expensive car they had bought with their stolen cash.

As the girls sunbathed, nearby guys turned their heads and looked. The three girls were certainly attractive. The people at the beach knew nothing of what was really happening – the robbery, the money, the wand. All they saw was any other day in the Sun and the sand.

Jones watched as the three girls laid down on their stomachs to soak up the Sun’s rays. The girls untied their bikini top straps to remove their tan lines.

The girls rested for several minutes before Jones blew on one girl’s back. Alarmed, she jumped up for a second. When she looked around, and saw nothing, she forgot about it and laid back down on her towel. She had failed to notice that, in the time that she had leaned up, her bikini top had been taken completely. Jones, still invisible, had sn*tched the top away and thrown it high up, onto the branch of a tree that was several feet above the sandy ground.

One by one, Jones sn*tched the girls’ tops and tossed them into the tree. The girls didn’t even notice the fact that they were only wearing their bikini bottoms.

Slowly, gently, Jones pulled down on those three bottoms, revealing their bare asses. He continued to pull all the way down to their knees, then their feet; then, finally, they were off completely. The girls were now laying down bare and naked, no longer able to change back into their clothes.

The girls would have remained oblivious to the situation if Jones hadn’t suddenly sn*tched their towels away. One minute, they were resting comfortably, letting the stress of the world melt away; and then their towels were sn*tched up into the air from beneath them. Jones made it appear that the wind had blown the towels up, so the girls would still have a decent chance of catching them if they moved quickly. The girls reached both hands up for the towel, but Jones kept it just out of reach; and then, finally, he used his magic wand to send a gust of wind upward, blowing the towels all the way up to the tree.

Jones stayed around to watch the girls’ panicked reaction. All of a sudden, they were completely naked in a public place! The girls did what they could to cover themselves, but all they really had was their hands; and even two hands couldn’t cover up everything. The girls watched the flashes of nearby cameras, which the nearby onlookers were using to take their pictures, and their faces turned deep red. Somewhere deep inside, they sensed that fate was punishing them for the gas station they had robbed earlier.