True Life Erotica
J.T. Holden
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Table of Contents
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Tonya, Power is Sexy to a Young Girl
Those Brits, they are so friendly!
The things that happen under the table
Judging an Amateur Strip Contest
Radio Scanner, One-Sided Phone Sex Conversation
Radio Scanner, Be Careful Where You Advertise
PERSONAL MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR
Dear reader,
I am SO excited that we are about to embark on this erotic journey together. Each and every time I have written about these events, and throughout the revision and editing process, I have been taken back in my mind to their initial occurrence. It has been a lot of fun for me to relive these experiences and now I get to extend that pleasure, once again, by sharing these intimate stories with you. Let me now just provide a short introduction detailing what you should expect as you continue.
Q: What is True Life Erotica?
A: True Life Erotica is, as the title elegantly states, based on real encounters. The stories in the book summarize some of my own most memorable, erotic personal experiences spanning a period of roughly 20 years. Much of the material focuses on the very special relationship I develop with Jessica. Without giving anything away, the reader will see that Jessica really opens up my mind on various sexual topics as she continues to surprise me with personal revelations about her viewpoints and sexual experiences. She also never stops teaching me and helping me grow as a person.
Q: Are the stories really true?
A: Every story is based upon a true event. I have changed participants’ names and identifying details in order to protect privacy. Other than that everything else described is as it actually happened.
Q: Is the book hardcore and explicit?
A: At times it is, definitely. But my intention was not to write strictly a “dirty book” for the sole purpose of titillation. I spend time describing the background and character traits of the people involved, whenever I know such details. I think it makes for a more interesting read that way, instead of every paragraph being solely about sex, sex, and more sex. But that said, the faint of heart should tread carefully, because when things DO get hot and heavy, I don’t pull any punches. I believe most erotica fans will find that there is a nice balance.
Q: Is the book one long story or a collection of shorter ones?
A: Both. Many of the chapters are complete and enjoyable as stand-alone stories. But there is also much carryover between the chapters and readers will notice that sometimes details from one event allude to and enhance experiences recounted in another. It’s about a 50/50 split.
Q: What categories of erotica are present?
A: A lot of genres are covered, often several intertwined within each story. But, the most prevalent themes are: romance, voyeurism, exhibitionism, stripping, sexual fantasizing, boss/subordinate relationships, CFNM, lesbianism, college age experiences, sexual awakenings, and some phone sex.
In summary, I hope you enjoy the book for its storytelling, humor, drama, symbolism, and of course passionate erotic content. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for now sharing these intimate moments with me. Let us now begin. I can hardly wait anymore ….
Dedicated to Jessica – without you I wouldn’t be half the man I am today. I learned so much from our talks and time together and am indebted to you always. I love you and I hope you don’t get really pissed off at me when I send you a copy of this book.
Jessica
June 1991
On the first day of my first job after graduating college, I arrived at my new employer’s office at 7:30am. That was 30 minutes earlier then I was supposed to get there. But, I was anxious to get acclimated to life after college and also was eager to start earning money.
I must have looked extremely green when I entered the building as the receptionist immediately asked if I was a new hire. I guess clients don’t normally show up that early. She phoned human resources, “A Mr. J.T. Holden is here for orientation. Uh-huh. Yes, thank you.” She directed her attention to me. “Mr. Holden, please take a seat. Someone from human resources will be right down.”
I sat and nervously clasped my hands together. I graduated with an engineering degree and this new job was going to change my life forever. First off, my starting salary was almost $40,000 per year. That was pretty decent good money in 1991. But, I was certainly going to need it, being substantially in debt from student loans and maxed out credit cards. I was afraid that my new employer would quickly find me out, decide that I really didn’t know enough to warrant such a high salary. I was determined to bust my ass to ensure they knew how dedicated I was to the job. That’s one of the reasons I came so early on the very first day.
Ding ding, rang the elevator chime as it arrived in the lobby, a sound I’d hear thousands of times in the upcoming years. A tall, sharply dressed man exited, “Mr. Holden, I presume?” I tried to be a comedian by feigning a look of surprise and gazing around the empty lobby. “I guess that’d be me.” He smiled a fake smile at me, the type you make when you really think someone is an idiot, but you’re trying to be polite. “Follow me please,” he commanded without even telling me his name or offering a handshake. “Nice friendly place to work,” I thought silently.
Human resources were located on the seventh floor. There was a red carpet runner from the elevator door through a gap in some partitions leading into their office area. Upon first seeing it, I thought it was symbolic of the red carpet one sees at Hollywood premieres and things like that – welcoming new employees with pomp and circumstance. As the years went by, I’d realize it was equally as symbolic for all the “bloodshed” that occurred when loyal, dedicated employees were ruthlessly dispensed with after decades of service, simply because last quarter’s financial numbers turned from black to red, or sometimes even stayed black, but shrunk a little bit.
“Please choose any seat you’d like.” My welcoming party left me alone in an empty conference room, wondering what in the hell I was supposed to do sitting there. A good ten minutes passed. Finally I could hear the sound of his footsteps coming nearer down the hall. “Here you go. Fill out this paperwork. It’s your benefit elections, designation of beneficiary, yada, yada, you know the drill.” He tossed down a packet of paperwork an inch thick in front of me and retreated once again from the room.
“Yada, yada, you know the drill”? What the fuck? I’d had plenty of jobs growing up and all through school, but this was my first REAL job with a REAL corporation. I imagined some of that paperwork was probably pretty damn important, yet I was given no guidance on filling it out. I quickly realized that there was probably a lot I was going to have to learn on my own to succeed there. I went through the stack and one-by-one filled out all the forms. “This sucks eggs,” my mature and insightful mind thought.
I feared that the rest of the day was going to be that bad or worse and I began to regret even taking the job… hell, even studying in the field of engineering to be honest. Talk about a bad time to realize you may have made a mistake in choosing your major! I thought to myself, “Hmm, maybe I should just end it right now and hang myself from the florescent lights with my shoelaces.”
It was right after that moment of bleakness, that I first saw her, an angel from heaven. “Shit, I thought… did I do it? Did I kill myself and not realize it? Is this cherub here to lead me to the pearly gates?”
Five foot, seven inches tall, approximately 105-110 pounds, with jet black hair styled symmetrically to shoulder length, the angel glided through the conference room door. Mr. HR personality gave her the spiel to sit anywhere and left quickly. She was wearing a navy blue skirt and pearl colored silk blouse. She wore no makeup, but her face was perfect without it… beautiful and unblemished.
She chose the seat absolutely farthest away from me. That’s human nature I guess and didn’t even make eye contact with me. But after sitting idly for 10 minutes herself, she started to look worried.
I decided I’d find out if she could speak. “Don’t worry… he left me in here alone forever when I arrived too,” I whispered to her in case anyone was in earshot outside. “He’s obviously really busy… getting himself a cup of coffee or checking last night’s sports scores in the paper, or doing any of several other more important things than to worry about helping us figure out what the hell we’re supposed to do today.”
The angel smiled and then sang a response to me. “I was beginning to wonder whether I had missed something….”
“I’m J.T. Holden,” I said, “Joe,” standing and extending a hand. “I’m Jessica. Pleased to meet you, Joe.” Jessica shook my hand. Well, it wasn’t really a shake per se, more of a gentle touch and slight movement up and down. But it sent bolts of electricity through my core. Her hand was so soft, like a down pillow, and so diminutive and delicate. Our eyes made contact and I knew Jessica’s blue eyes, wait a second… “Dark hair and blue eyes,” I thought incredulously? How rare, and how utterly beautiful. They were piercing and now that I had finally seen them, I knew right away they were capable of peering straight into my soul. I looked away involuntarily, humbled by their sheer power.
“Damn Joe,” I thought, “get a grip here.” I couldn’t believe she was having such an effect on me. I’d never believed in “love at first sight” and trust me I’d had my fair share of relationships. But something about Jessica was … different, special. I could sense it immediately.
Just then our wonderful HR contact returned with Jessica’s enormous stack of paperwork to fill out. He plopped it down and commanded her to “yada, yada” and off he went again. As he left he mentioned that “someone will be in to show you an orientation film in a few minutes,” his voice trailing off as he was halfway down the hall by the end of the sentence.
“I figured it out,” I proclaimed. “The photocopier is busted and they’ve brought in a bunch of monks to hand scribe these documents, which is why it has taken an age to get them into our hands.” Jessica chuckled and smiled. It was nothing like the HR guy’s fake, irritated smirk. It was real, and deep, and soothing. I started thinking that working for the company might not turn out so bad after all.
“I struggled through mine,” motioning to her large collection of dead tree pulp fibers, “right before you got here, so if you need any pointers on anything let me know.”
“Thank you so much.”
With nothing to do but wait for the film, I tried not to just stare at her the whole time. But I had difficultly doing anything but that. She glanced at me and caught me many times. Each time though, she made eye contact and smiled. I almost decided to ask her for a date right there. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, especially since one of the documents I had just read spelled out clearly that the company frowned upon interpersonal relationships between employees. “Great,” I thought, “I’m going to have to quit my job now.”
A few minutes later, we were shown the completely forgettable orientation film, and then told our initial assignments. I was to work right there in the same building, the company headquarters. But, Jessica was being assigned to another department located at a satellite office a few miles away. My heart sank. I had hoped I’d at least get the chance to see her around the building and strike up a conversation now and again. But as it turned out, we would rarely see each other again for the next 3 years.
So, that's pretty much where the story ends... or is it?
Phoenix
After such a disappointing first morning, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the people working in my department were actually quite nice. There were a bunch of us young new hires all coming on around the same time. The veterans of the department organized all sorts of lunch-time seminars and other on-the-job training for us newbies to help us learn how to apply some of that “book learning” and turn it into something practical and useful.
I caught on quickly and did quite well within the department. It also helped that my immediate supervisor, Christopher was a bit of a goof up. He was a nice guy and very intelligent. But he often made promises that he couldn’t keep or that he’d plain forget about, which was even worse. As I gained more and more traction and experience, I repeatedly stepped in and helped him get out of jam after jam of his own making. I always did so without complaint and I never showed him up.
After 3-1/2 years with the company, I heard through the grapevine that Jessica was moving to Phoenix to work at one of the company’s regional offices. Our Kansas City based HQ had well over one thousand employees and did projects from all over the globe. The Phoenix office had 15 employees and namely was set up to provide more dedicated local service to a few clients in the area. By then I had long realized that Jessica and I were never meant to be. We only saw each other at work a handful of times, with a brief polite “hello, how are you” if one of us happened to be in the other’s building for some reason. But we didn’t have the same circle of friends and never bumped into each other outside of work except for maybe at the annual company Christmas party.
Besides, with the demands of advancing my career, I couldn’t really devote time to a serious relationship. I was making a dent towards getting out of debt, but really didn’t have a lot of extra spending money. Although my starting salary was decent, annual increases were very small. I was only making $43,500 after starting at $40,000 straight out of school. If you consider inflation, I was probably earning a little less in terms of dollar buying power.
I dated a few girls off-and-on casually, but to be quite frank, I was so busy with work that my idea of a perfect night out partying was simply to try to pick up a hot chick, take her home, screw her brains out all night long, and send her away again. I actually considered the option of hiring prostitutes to fulfill that need; since I always felt guilty “using” a woman for sex when I knew it wouldn’t go past a one-night stand.
So with Jessica’s departure from Kansas City, any chance at all of dating her vanished completely and along with that, any chance I had of even considering putting in the effort to have a serious relationship at the time. That’s what I thought, March 1995.
A few months later, the department head called me into his office for my annual review. I expected it would be routine and I was eager to just get back to work.
"Joe, you've been with us for over 4 years now and we've been VERY pleased with your work. Management is well aware of how you’ve stepped up many times to bail out Christopher and save your team’s projects from missing deadlines or potentially making crucial design mistakes.”
“Thank you, sir. But really, Chris is our team leader and he’s the one that deserves the credit. He’s never steered the team wrong,” I deflected the praise.
“And that right there,” he continued, “is another reason why we are so impressed. Your loyalty to him is commendable. You never backstab or complain about Chris, even after you’ve had to put in lots of extra effort at times to cover for his oversights.”
“Sir, really… it’s not an issue.”
“Don’t worry, Joe. We all like Chris and his job isn’t on the line.” (This turned out to be a stone-cold lie as Chris was fired within 3 months of this conversation and a coworker mentioned that he had overheard the discussion, through the walls of the conference room as he sat in a cubicle adjacent to it, where the managers discussed that they wanted to fire Chris, but needed to put together a “tighter case” for the HR group before they did.)
“But as much as we all admire Chris, we feel that he is now holding you back. Your performance with the company definitely warrants a promotion to Staff.”
Staff was the designation they gave to employees in the department they felt were truly important to the company. Everyone else was a simply a resource, or grunt, to get the work done. But Staff… Staff members participated in the true decision making. They helped set strategic direction. Rumor had it they were paid much better as well. Only about 15% of the employees were considered staff. Most had to work 7-8 years with exemplary performance before they were even considered. Some guys had put in 15-20 years of dedicated, good service, and still weren’t offered the promotion.
Here I was, just over 4 years out of school! They couldn’t realistically make me Staff, could they? Was I hearing this correctly? Was this another one of my crazy fantasy dreams that occurred when I had too much pent up sexual energy? When would the naked girls come rushing into this meeting to give us both hand jobs while we discussed business matters? I really wouldn’t have batted an eye when they did, because I was convinced this couldn’t be a real conversation. (And, yes, I did have dreams that were really THAT nutty from time to time.)
“So in summary, Chris, we’d like to make you Staff. But, there’s a small issue.”
“I knew it,” I thought, “this is, Not. Real. At. All. Plus no hand jobs to boot! This dream really sucks monkey balls.” (Notice how my brain continued to mature nicely.)
“The problem is we want to promote you. But, we can’t have you working under Christopher as Staff when he hasn’t earned that title. And it would be too awkward, for everyone, to swap your roles on the team.” (At least they were being somewhat considerate, I thought.) He continued, “we selfishly don't want to ship you off to a branch office either, because we see good things in store for you in the future here in KC.”
“I see, sir. So what you’re saying is that I’ll have to wait for a position to open up here then before I can be promoted. I understand. That’s quite alright. I appreciate your feedback and….”
“What I am saying Joe, is that management talked it over, and has decided to create a new position within the organization…. We have a branch office in Phoenix. It’s tiny now, but we’ve recently been awarded several substantial projects in the area. We expect exponential growth out there for several more years and need to have someone here managing that growth to ensure things go to plan.”
This is unreal I thought. We have thousands of employees worldwide, working at hundreds of offices. There is no way that Phoenix, with its handful of employees, no matter how exponential the growth, could be the region that first, Jessica would be assigned to, and then, I would be asked to manage. The odds of that in a company this size are … unfathomable.
“You'll be required to interact with the Phoenix office project managers via phone or teleconference on a daily basis and you'll have to travel to the office in person once or twice a month. Oh, and we’ve specifically assigned a counterpart in that office to serve as your main point of contact to consolidate information flow. She’s a very talented woman called ‘Jessica’. She's an up-and-coming star performer, just like yourself, who recently relocated to that office. You two have lots in common and should get along very well."
And get along well, we did. My department head could of never possibly guessed... hell, I MYSELF couldn't have guessed exactly how well we would get along. That stroke of fate paired us up, one-on-one, on a daily basis after four years of practically no contact, since our shared orientation.
“OK, that’s it. As Staff, you’re entitled to an office. We have two available. One in on the South exterior wall, it overlooks the front entrance. The other is on the East….” I interrupted, “Of course, I’ll take the East office, sir, all things considered.”
“That’s fine. It’s the one next to Jenkins. You can move into the office anytime you’d like. If you need help with file cabinets, bookshelves, and so on, have the secretary arrange it with building services. They can help you move. Congratulations, Joe. You really earned this. Keep up the good work.”
I stood to leave his office.
“Oh I almost forgot,” he added, “here’s your annual performance salary adjustment letter.” That was their overly technical name for “pay raise.”
“Thank you, sir.” I took the envelope from his hand and walked silently back to my cubicle. I wasn’t sure what to say or do. I didn’t know how quickly the news would spread and how that would change the dynamic between me and the rest of the department “non-Staff” employees. I sat for 5 minutes doing nothing, sort of in shock from the whole incident. It finally occurred to me to check the envelope. The annual review letters were always brief and to the point.
“Annual Performance Salary Adjustment Letter for employee J.T. Holden,” it was titled.
“Thank you for your four (4) years of service to the Company.
Your 12-month performance merit increase is 2.65%
Your salary has increased from $43,490 per annum to $44,650.
You have been recommended for promotion to Staff by department supervisors. Your promotion has been approved by company management.
Your pay grade has changed to Staff Engineer. Pay grade scale adjustment is 87.55%.
Your salary has increased from $44,650 per annum to $83,750 as a result of the pay grade change.
Sincerely,
Company management”
My palms and forehead broke out in a cold sweat and my hands starting shaking a little bit. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.” I meant to just think it, but I involuntarily muttered it out loud.
Jessica my Confidant
My department head had somewhat underestimated how much on-site involvement at the Phoenix office would be required as part of my new promotion. But he was right about the exponential growth. During the time I held the position, the Phoenix office expanded from 15 employees to 55. As a result, it seemed they always needed, or at least wanted, my presence there for client presentations, project progress meetings, and so on. The result was that I ended up spending about two weeks a month living out of Phoenix hotels for the following three years.
My business relationship with Jessica, in this new role, started off a bit awkward. She remembered me from orientation and we both had a laugh about how we’d never worked with each other since that initial meeting until now, halfway across the country. But I know she was disturbed to be viewed as my "subordinate." I can’t really blame her. On top of that, although we both were praised for our performance, Jessica hadn’t been promoted to Staff, so I knew that meant she was earning much less than me. I tried to treat her as an equal whenever I could, but ultimately when management wanted to check up on Phoenix office matters they called me, not her, and that always irked her, especially since I was the KC guy, while she had packed up and relocated out there permanently.
But over time, all uneasiness between us vanished and we came to know, respect, and trust each other professionally. We got along great in that regard and rarely squabbled about business or project matters, usually agreeing on the best course of action from the onset. When we did disagree, we could always reach an acceptable compromise quickly. Our trust in each other allowed us to discuss all professional matters without hidden agendas.
That implicit trust bled over into our personal lives and we became good friends outside work. After a few short months, we were hanging out together after work regularly. Jessica would often arrange to go out with me for dinner when I was in town. At first, she was simply trying to make me feel more at home and ease the burden and boredom of being stuck in a hotel. Some weeks we'd go out 3 or 4 nights in a row.
I appreciated her efforts to keep me entertained and didn’t mind at all getting to spend so much time with her. My feelings towards her had changed a bit though, namely because I didn’t want to compromise our working relationship in any way. But I kept alive some hope deep inside me that our relationship could progress, somehow, into being more than just friends and business associated.
Over time, our dinners together started to drag on longer as we often both wanted to just sit and talk afterwards. One night I asked Jessica if she wanted to go for drinks and continue talking. She was hesitant at first, but agreed. After that we started routinely going for drinks and sometimes ended up in long discussions lasting into the wee hours. We were becoming very close friends.
When you spend that much time talking with someone, you can cover a lot of ground. Over the years we came to know almost everything about each other: our pasts, our ambitions, thoughts on politics, religion, and science -- you name it! Eventually we started to interject spicier topics into the mix. But, we had to get past a “trial balloon” period, where one of us would hint at sexual matters, usually using a double entendre. Those early attempts failed, as neither of us was able to really sustain any conversation that turned purely sexual in nature. It didn’t take too many of these failed attempts though before we eventually became just as comfortable talking about raunchier topics as we were about the mundane.
Our conversations really began to open up after that. Jessica was absolutely fascinated with all things sexual and was the first woman to discuss such matters with me, from the female viewpoint, so candidly and so graphically. As reserved and professional as she was during work hours, there was an alter ego that was progressive, un-repressed, and sometimes downright kinky that showed up outside work. She provided a very intimate, detailed, and unfiltered journey into a women's psyche in general and into her own personal thoughts and feelings. As a result of her insights, I grew as a person and I know I am much better man for it today.
Voyeurism
One of the first, in-depth sexual discussions I ever had with Jess occurred on the final night of one of my trips. It was a Thursday and I was scheduled to fly home the next morning at 8:00. “That was a great dinner, I’ll sleep well tonight,” I commented.
“Well, you’d better not sleep too well or you’ll miss your flight,” Jess replied. “So I guess I’d better not keep you out too late tonight then?”
“Did you have something in mind?”
“Nothing in particular,” she said. “I just kind of miss our conversations when you go home. I guess I’ll just have to wait until you return.”
“Nonsense, the night is still young. If you want to talk, we’ll go sit at the bar for a drin….” “OK,” Jess blurted even before I could finish.
“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll meet you there” she said as I flagged down our waitress and gave her my credit card. I waited for Jessica to return to the table and noticed that she looked a bit different than usual. She had this expression on her face, like she knew a secret that no one else did, and was eager to tell it, even though she promised not to. That’s the thought that popped into my head.
We made the walk of 35 feet to the bar side of the restaurant, grabbed a high-top table in a back corner, and ordered a couple drinks.
I had barely sat down when Jess started out, “So do you want to hear about the time I was flashed by a guy during my Junior year at college?" Her question was posed so matter-of-factly.
"Um, I guess so,” I replied. I wasn’t sure whether she was serious or not. But she grinned and her cheeks flushed a little red, so I knew this was going to be quite some story. I had been right when I noticed something different about her look. I congratulated myself on picking up the subtle clues, even if I wasn’t sure of their meaning until this moment.
Jess started, "Well, I was out having pizza with a girlfriend, around dusk one night, at a place just off campus. We sat at a table next to an outside picture window. The floor of the restaurant was sort of built up on a foundation that extended a couple feet above ground level, so that meant we were sort of looking down on the sidewalk and street outside.”
Always the Engineering geek, I inquired “Was it that way on purpose or had the ground sunk after the foundation was built?”
“I don’t know, Joe. Is that relevant in any way?”
“It’s your story, you tell me. I’m just fleshing out the background details,” I said and smiled.
“Don’t worry there’s enough fleshing out already in this story,” she paused for effect, then continuing, “As we are eating, a guy in a compact car pulls up to the curb outside of the restaurant. He makes eye contact with me and smiles. It was a really odd smile. I assumed he was coming in for a pizza, but he just sat in his car for a long time. I didn’t think anything of it, reasoning maybe he’s waiting to pick up someone. But then I noticed with my peripheral vision that he was kind of twitching. I hadn’t been paying him too much attention, but it suddenly occurred to me that he might be having a seizure or something like that.
I became worried and looked over to see if he was OK. The sunlight was fading fast, making it hard to really see. But once I concentrated and focused, I was able to figure out that he was sitting there in the car masturbating!”
Jess reached over and put her hand on my knee for effect. We rarely touched each other, so the act itself was pretty unusual. But to have her do it right when she told me about some stranger beating off made it even more unusual. I wondered to myself if there could be any hidden meaning to this extra gesture.