[NotThatOtherGuy]

Chapter Three

Jones continued to unexpectedly strip girls at the beach. However, over time, he became adjusted to this routine enough to take things up a notch. One day, while walking down the street, he noticed that one girl was walking around in nothing more than a small white bikini and high heels. It was a hot day, so she had the perfect excuse. Still, it wasn’t the most common thing for a person to walk around the streets in a bikini. This person didn’t seem to mind the attention, Jones noticed, as she wiggled her ass every time a guy turned his head to look.

Jones decided that he’d put on a real show today. He walked behind the girl, making sure to stay invisible, impossible to see to anyone but himself.

Then, suddenly, his invisible hands grasped the knot in her bikini top. He held his fingers in the same spot continuously, and as the girl walked onward, the top untied itself. Finally, it was completely undone.

Now Jones walked around to the other side of the girl. He could see her from the front. Her bikini top wasn’t falling off by itself, as only the back was undone. But he could certainly change that now. All of a sudden, he grasped the top between the girls’ breasts and pulled it away.

The girl was shocked when she saw her top fly off her chest. She ran forward to pick it up off the ground – something that was not an easy feat in high heels. Quickly, she bent down to pick it up.

During this time, the girl faced double trouble. Not only was she topless, but now her bottoms were sliding down, exposing her ass for all nearby onlookers to see. By the time she stood up, her panties were at her feet.

Ordinarily, Jones would have been content to do all this and call it a day. But today, he got more ambitious. Surely his wand could do more than simply turn him invisible! If he were able to make a camera appear out of nowhere . . .

Jones made today a more complete one than all the others. Now he was able to see himself – and he was also able to see the camera that he had made appear from nothing. Nobody else could see either thing. The only thing visible to an onlooker’s naked eye was the flash of the camera, which seemed to come from out of nowhere.

By the end of the day, Jones had more to remember his endeavors by than his memories. Now he had an actual photograph, on real photograph paper, to prove what he had seen in the middle of the street.

Throughout the weeks, Jones continued to haunt the streets like a ghost. He continued to do what he did best, and he continued to take photographs of everything he did. In time, he decided to create a web-site on the Internet, one which he would use to publish all his photographs to share with the world. Anybody was allowed to see the photographs for free . . . but if they wanted to see the complete collection, there was a price.

Before long, Jones’ web-site had earned him a fair amount of money. He still had no real job, and as such, no real income. However, using this new hobby and this new web-site, he was able to generate small amounts of cash, enough to cover his food expenses.

He decided that this was what he would do to earn all income in the future. He would have to go out into the streets more often, and take more photographs, and as such, generate more money. He no longer needed to apply at a business to become an employee; he was working for himself.