Happy New Year, Poacher Nation!

I've just posted an entry on a lovely Brindlewood poach named Erica.  I hope you enjoy.

Happy New Year!

I'M A FUCKING HAMSTER!

Erica

When:  July to September 1981

Status:  Boyfriend

Meetings:  20

Age:  25

Quotable:  "Let's be friends....friends that fuck."

Well, I guess I'll be working my way through the Brindlewood affairs for the next several months (or decades, with how infrequently I post).  Of course, I started with Trish and then Lana, and then Genevieve.

Let's go back to my very first Brindlewood poach.  And then we can move on in order.

Had I not gotten any more poachettes at the point in 1981, I would have considered myself very lucky.  I had nailed Amanda, Sissy, Meagan, and others.  In fact, not long after I started fucking Meagan, I started up with a lovely girl named Erica.

I had finished up the job at the park where I met Meagan and a couple of days after that, Bob called and told me to "get your ass" up to Brindlewood.  I asked if I should take all of my body parts or just my ass.

"Whatever it takes to get the job done," he said with a laugh.  "And I loaded up the truck for you.  You'll need it.  This one's a real beauty."

I love Bob.  I sometimes get asked how Bob's doing.  Fine.  He's in his seventies, retired, and living in Lake Havusu.  I talk to him often.

Anyway, I went up, stopping along the way to grab some food at In N' Out--because that's what a hamburgerrrrrrrrr's alllllllllllll about and proceeded to the Brindlewood Center Of Strategic Operations.




The front office.

I went in and said hello to Cindy, the park manager.

"Okay, so what does Don have for me?"
"Space 422.  New arrival.  And being in it didn't want me to throw up one bit.  Not at all."
"Yeah, thanks for the warning."
"Oh, you're welcome!  And you're welcome--I ordered you a dumpster!  Yay!  Lots of crap!"

Big shock.  

"And when does it have to be done?"
"No rush.  He doesn't have any renters yet.  Here are the keys."
"Gee, thanks....."

And I was up to 422.

Oh yeah.  Puke-a-licious.  Neither Bob nor Cindy was lying.  But I could knock this mother out in two weeks, maybe 2 and a half.

The first thing I how to do was quite gross:  throwing out all the food from the fridge.  I was gagging.  All spoiled.  And some had spilled onto the floor, as well. Now, I could have just barfed, but that wasn't an option.  You see, the toilets, well, the less said the better.  I'd be installing new ones.

Funny thing was, the fridge itself was quite salvageable.  In fact, it appeared to be fairly new.  Which meant that I got to clean it!  Yay for fucking me.

I double-bagged all the food, doused the 8 loads with Lysol, tied them up  and set them in the living room.  When we had big jobs, Don wanted us to rent separate dumpsters, so we wouldn't fill up the regular ones and piss off the tenants.  Made sense to me.  But this time, I needed to get rid of this stuff quickly.  So I took the bags up to a dumpster that wasn't used all that often.  There weren't many tenants in that area at the time, and I figured Don would be cool with me doing that (he was).

As I hauled the last one out to the trash, I saw a cute girl through the window looking around, trying to peer in.

Ah, a nosy neighbor.  A lookie loo.  Time for a little fun.

I was pretty sure she hadn't seen me, since I had been using the back door to haul out the trash, so I snuck (sneaked?) into the living room, staying very close to the wall.  I was just waiting for her to look away.  A minute or so later, she bent down to tie her shoe and I appeared in the window.

She looked and, yep, I startled her.  She laughed and pointed her finger at me.  I opened the window.

"Shame on you!"
"Sorry, couldn't resist."
"Okay, caught me.  I was snooping."
"You're not the first."
"Bad in there?"
"Oh yeah.  Just don't get any closer.  Come over tomorrow and you can come in when it's safe."

She had a grimace on her face.

"Yeah, just got a wiff.  Nasty."
"All stale food.  The door to the fridge somehow got opened and stayed open, probably during transit.  A lot spilled onto the kitchen floor.  Isn't it lovely?"
"You don't get paid enough."
"Trust me, I've seen worse.  And smelled worst.  This isn't even as bad as it was when I first got here.  Just need to air the place out."
"Ugh.  Terrible!"
"You should see the toilets.  I'll show them to you tomorrow if you like!"
"Thanks, but no thanks!"

"What's your name?"
"Erica."
"Ryan.  Nice to meet you."
"You too.  You work for Don?"
"No, I work for the guy Don calls to fix these things up.  Start Chaffey in the fall."
"Oh cool.  I about to start at La Verne."
"What's your major?"
"Starting law school.  What's yours?"
"I'll tell you when I figure it out."

She laughed.

"Come out here and talk a few.  I have to get away from here!"

I accepted her invitation.

"You live here I take it?"

"Over there," she said, pointing a few units down.

"Moved in with my boyfriend a few months ago."
"My friend and fixed that one up."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah.  It's a great unit."
"Tell me about it.  Two big baths, one has a Jacuzzi tub.  Love it.  Boyfriend was going through a divorce, we were lucky to get in here.  Ugh, that sounds bad.  He was separated by the time we met.  They were just working out the visitation rights, custody, splitting up the assets, all that."
 "How many kids he have?"
"Two.  I didn't say this, but they're little shits.  Total brats.  Glad she has them most of the time."

I laughed.  

"That's I get for dating an older guy, I guess...."
"How old is he?"
"39.  Total workholic.  Lawyer."

Oh, did this ever sound promising.....

"Do you work at the moment, or strictly going to school?"
"School only.  He wants me to 'better myself'.  I guess I need improvement."

LOL  Douchebag. 

"Really?  You don't seem all that bad to me.  I mean, aside from spying on me, of course."
"Well thank you!  Guess I better head back home and let you get back to work.  Thanks for the chat!"
"My pleasure."

Oh it would soon be.  25 year-old girl dating a 39 year-old guy who thinks she needs to "better herself."

Da fuck is that shit, dude?

After she was gone, gee, guess who pulls up on his golf cart?  Of course!  Good old Jack.

"Nice piece of ass I bet, huh?"

Sheesh.

"Uh, yeah."
"Ten minutes with me, she'd be cryin' for momma."

She'd definitely be crying.  For help.  And penicillin. 

"Yeah, you know it, man."
"Take it easy, man."

And off he went.

The next day, I showed up in the morning to get a good jump on the day ahead of me.  With the way my year was going, I was hoping that Erica would show up ten minutes after I arrived and strip off her clothes and violate me.

Shockingly, this did not happen.

But I was going to make a run at her.  She was cute, clearly not thrilled with her life choices regarding boyfriends, and I was determined to present her with an option.

Not a great option, but an option nonetheless.

I worked, hoping Erica would come by, but she didn't.  I did see her working in her front yard, so I figured, hey, why not show a little initiative?

I walked over and said hello.

She looked up and smiled.

"Hey.  How you doing?"
"Fine.  You?"
"Okay.  All sweaty and kinda gross."
"Nah.  Not at all."

She laughed and said, "Sure, whatever you say."

"Take a break and come on over."
"Is it safe?"
"You referring to me or the mobile home?"

She looked me up and down.

"The mobile home.  I guess."  Luckily, that was accompanied with a smile.

Then Mr. Happy said, "I wanna visit her pink palace."

"Shut the fuck up, you idiot.  I'm working on it."

"Fuck you, motherfucker."

"Pussy."

"Jerk."

"Asshole."

"Tongue, come and get me."

"Prick."

"Are you being literal or are you trying to insult me?"

I had a feeling that I'd have to put in some work on Erica.  She wasn't jumping into the boat.  I didn't get any "go away" vibes from her, either..  But I'd have to put in some actual effort.

Time to remove that blanket!

And being lazy, I found that to suck.  But hey, might as well see what happens, I thought.

I showed her around the rest of the place.

"You still have a lot of work to do."
"Yeah, but should only take a couple of weeks."

We ended up back in the kitchen area.

"Well, thank you for the tour."
"My pleasure.  Guess it's time to go grab some lunch."
"Where you headed?"
"In N' Out.  Wanna come along?"
"Yeah, sounds good."

We had a very nice lunch.  When you go to In N' Out, you're always guaranteed a great meal.  It's fucking In N' Out, the fucking greatest fucking burger chain in the fucking world.

She didn't seem to eager to delve too deeply into her relationship with her boyfriend, Vance.  She did say that she had moved to California from Oregon a couple of years earlier after breaking up with her college boyfriend after they had graduated from the University of Oregon.  He caught her cheating on him and broke up with her. 

"I won't make THAT mistake again."

Oh great.  So much for poaching Erica, I thought.  Oh well.  I was at In N' Out, so it's not like I was all that depressed.

She had friends in southern California.  So she decided to make a fresh start and move down.  She met Vance about a year after she moved to California at a party and they hit if off.  He was separated from his wife at the time and started seeing Erica.  Eventually, they moved in together.

"You want to go to law school?"
"I did....now I'd rather just go back to my old job."
"What was that?"
"Shipping and receiving clerk over in Mira Loma.  Acme."
"So why not go back to that?"
"I don't know....he kinda talked me into going for a law degree."

Ah, Controlling Dude.  Goes after younger women with the intent of "shaping" them into his idea of the prefect chick.  Controlling Dude's act wears thin fast.  Would it surprise you to learn that his estranged wife was only a couple of years older than Erica? 

Yeah, didn't think so.

So that would be my strategy.  Foster more discontent with Vance and she'd jump into bed.

Nah.  Too much work.  And she didn't sound ready to do anything drastic. 

And at that time, I already had some irons in the fire, so I was happy to not pursue anything more with her.  I liked her well enough, but that was about it.

I saw her a few times after our lunch.  She'd come by for a couple of minutes and chat.  Finally, a week after we first met, she came over for a longer visit. 

"Hey, how you doing?"
"Fine.  You?"
"Okay, I guess."
"What's wrong?"
"Just been fighting with Vance.  I want to go back to Acme.  He acted like I was a complete moron for even bringing it up.  I was an assistant supervisor there in my department.  He acts like it was a shit job."
"Not cool."
"No, it isn't."
"Do what you want.  Personally, I couldn't stand the idea of going into law.  How boring is that?"

Oh, the irony of that statement.

"I know, right? 
"Do what you want," I repeated.

"Kinda just want to hang out here.  Is that okay?"
"Sure."

So I went about working and Erica stayed to keep me company.

"So, you got a girlfriend?"
"I did.  She's now at Notre Dame."
"Miss her?"
"Yeah."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, but it's just how it worked out."
"Yeah, I know.  Like I said, I fucked up and lost my college sweetheart."
"You're too hard on yourself.  You made a mistake.  It happens."
"I know.  Maybe I just wasn't ready to be with just one guy."
"So why Vance?"

Money.  I mean....yeah, money.  Had to be.  Or not.

"I don't know.  Maybe I just needed regular, you know.  And he's good looking."
"Regular?"
"You know...."
"Sex?"
"Yeah, that."
"You don't need to be in a relationship for that."
"Maybe not, I guess.  I take it you.....uh, never mind."
"Go ahead."
"Sorry for getting a little personal....but you get laid a lot?"
"Enough to make me happy."
"You make your, uh, 'friends' happy?"
"Always."

"Let's be friends with her so I can cruise into her tunnel of love."
"Shut the fuck up, you lunatic."

"Well, we're kinda friends now, huh?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Maybe you could make me happy?"

  

This is the way girls should wear robes.

Before we could explore this conversation any further, we both heard a loud "ERICA!" outside. 

What the fuck?

We crept down the hallway--there were no curtains in there, yet--and could see through him through the front windows.  He was near the trailer actually calling her, like you'd call a kid in for dinner.

"THAT COCKSUCKER!"

"Sorry Ryan....gotta see what's going on.  Apparently, this asshole thinks I'm a lost dog."

She decided to leave through the back door and cut around some other units and meet the idiot in the street.  As she went through the door, she said, "How about we make each other happy tomorrow?"

Before I could respond, she split.  I'm pretty sure that she knew what the answer was.

I was happy that Erica thought we were friends.  You can never have enough friends.  Friends who happen to be pretty females are the best kind of friends you can.  At least in Erica's case.

I was wrapping up for the day when Erica showed up again.  They got back to their place and she basically reamed him out for walking around and calling her like that.  I didn't blame her a bit.  Then she really got mad when he told her that his ex had plans that night and her bratsitter had to cancel.  She wanted Vance to watch the brats.  Vance was headed out to a dinner with a client and volunteered Erica to watch them.

And Erica was right.  Those kids were sniveling shits.  Sorry.  I know we're never allowed to call a kid a little shit, all that.  Very un-PC to do.  But a brat is a brat, and these kids were loud, obnoxious, and disrespectful.  And of course, they were especially disrespectful to Erica.

Don't worry--Erica would have some sweet revenge.  And I don't mean just fucking me.  Now, what she did was E-P-I-C.  You'll have to wait a bit (or scroll down, whatever) to find out, but it's worth it.  

Oh, thank you, Vance.  You practically stripped your girlfriend naked, picked her up, put her on the bed, and spread her legs for me.  Well done, fuckhead.  Well done.

Seriously, Vance, I wasn't even in hot pursuit mode.  And you still made it happen for me.  Ah, you done did UCLA law school very, very proud!   

"You're getting so laid tomorrow."

I didn't need any encouragement.  Clearly, Erica was my friend and I needed to make her happy.  She deserved a little preview of what she was going to get the next day.  

I walked over and we started kissing.  Erica leaned against the wall and  I slid my hand under the elastic band of her shorts (I love it when women wear shorts with elastic bands) and immediately started applying the standing version of the Palm Pilot.

I massaged her wet pussy and slid my middle finger in and out and then worked on her clit.  It wasn't long before the Pilot completed it's mission and Erica was pressing her face against my shoulder, whimpering a little, and cumming.

She pushed me away and dropped to her knees.  She then freed Mr. Happy from my shorts and began sucking me off.  She went fast and she went hard.  A couple of minutes later, I groaned that I was going to cum and tried to pull out of her mouth.

Erica blocked that.  She wanted me to unload in her mouth and I did just that.  Erica then stood up, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "See you tomorrow!"  

Erica showed up the next day around 11:30.

"OH those kids are SUCH a delight.  I let the little fucks eat all the candy they wanted.  I hope they spent the night barfing when they got home."

I got a good laugh out of that.

"Sooooooooooooo.....wanna have some fun?"
"I'd love to make you happy."
"Likewise.  So here?  This is kind of a little risky."
"I have just the place."

By the pool, there was an old building.  It had two bathrooms and was roughly  500 square feet.  Aside from the bathrooms, it had a storage are for pool supplies.  Don was actually going to tear it down (he never did), after he built a new structure that would house the supplies, have two new bathrooms, and a nice indoor/outdoor lounge area (that he DID do).

Oh, I forgot to mention....

This little building had a small basement.  You'd walk down the stairs and you could walk into a tiny, converted living space.  The maintenance guy before Jack--Rudy--and his wife Joyce had lived in there while their unit (later Jack and Lana's unit, and then Trish's unit, then a cool dude named Alan's unit) was being built.

When I found this out about this place the previous year, I filed this bit of information away for future reference.   

I think it was in March when I was cleaning out a unit that I decided to prepare this room for possible future use.  The renters had left some shit that they didn't want to take, so they left it (because that's what fucking people fucking do and it wasn't annoying at all.)

There was a nice bed.  So I figured since that room was never used, I'd just put the bed in there.  There was already an old fridge and TV in there.  Don would never know, and unless he walked in on me fucking a girl in there, he never would.  And even if he did discover the bed and other items I put in there, he would think that it was just some of Rudy's old stuff.  He wouldn't remember what exactly Rudy had left.

I told Erica to put on a swimsuit and kick back at the pool.  When I showed up, if nobody was there, she could just follow me.  If there were people there, she would wait a minute or two and then casually head to the third door.  That side of the building also had a gate.  So if she left and never came back, anybody there would figure that she just left for whatever reason.  And that's if they would have even taken notice of her.

When I got there about fifteen minutes later, I saw Erica stretched out on a lounge chair.  Nobody else was there, which made sense, considering that it was a work week.

Erica followed me to the door.

"I've been wondering what this door led to."
"The supply room."
"We're gonna do it in the supply room?  You're going to screw me on some inflatable raft?"
"No."
"On a lifeguard chair?  Kinky!  That could get dangerous!"
"No.  We're not going to do it in the supply room."
"Okay, now I'm confused."
"Follow me."

I showed her the supply room.  Then I led her downstairs to the basement room.  I explained to her what I just explained to you about the space.

"Oh, I really like this.  And Don never comes in?"
"Never.  And the door's locked."
"You ever make anybody happy down here?"
"You're the first."

Erica peeled off her swimsuit and I got out of my clothes.  We crawled onto the bed and started making out, running our hands all over each other.  I rolled her onto her back and kissed my down to her breasts. 

I spent a couple of minutes on each one, sucking and licking her hard nipples.  Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face.

I kissed my way down her stomach and down between her legs.  I spent the next several minutes licking her pussy and clit.  It didn't take long before Erica was arching her back, clawing at the bedspread, and groaning that she was cumming.

After she came, she told me to stand up and she sat on the side of the bed and sucked my cock for several minutes.

She told me to lay down and she straddled Mr. Happy and slid down, groaning as she did.  I reached out and held onto her hips as she gyrated back and forth.  

About ten minutes in, I could feel the need to blast off starting to build.  

"I'm gonna cum too.....cum with me...."

A few seconds later, we were both cumming.  

She leaned down and we kissed for a couple of minutes.  Then she got up and took a quick shower.

A few minutes later, she emerged from the small bathroom and dried herself off with one of the towels I had brought.  Erica got dressed and then leaned down and gave me a quick kiss.

"We're gonna do this a lot.  Thanks, Ryan.  That was great!"

And we did do it a lot.  I did a lot of work at Brindlewood that summer, and I got to fuck Erica a lot.  And it was always pretty much strictly sex.  We were never really close or emotionally attached.  We both liked fucking.  And that was about it.

And one day in mid-September, she was gone.  She never told me that she was leaving.  I just never saw her again.  Near the end of September, I ran into Lana.  Lana knew everything that went on there, so I asked her if she knew what happened to Erica.

:And here's where we get to her revenge on Vance.

Well, remember Vance wanted her to go to law school?  

"Yeah....she split, hon.  Just took off."
"Really?"
"Yeah.  Vance is pissed as fuck.  She got a refund for her law school tuition and took off with it.  He's talking shit about how he's going to sue her.  Good luck with that.  He doesn't even know where she is.  And she took that new car he bought her for her birthday, too."
"Oh, that's a shame."
"Yeah, isn't it?  He's a dick.  Got what he deserved.  Treated that girl like shit."
"You know I nailed her, right?"
"No fucking way.  Really?"
"Uh huh.  She was awesome.  Been fucking her since July."
"Oh, that is hilarious."

Yeah, not very discreet of me.  But I knew Lana was cool and wouldn't say anything to anybody, even Jack.  And she didn't.

That tuition?  She had mentioned that he had payed for the whole year.  If I had to guess, I'd say it was close to 20 grand.

And to wrap this up, I actually ran into this douche in 1994.  I was on a temp assignment at a firm in San Bernardino.  Guess who I ran into one day in one of the break rooms?

VANCE!  YAY!

He didn't recognize me.  He was still a total dick, too.  It was hard not to crack up whenever I saw his stupid face.  

LOL  20 grand and a new car.  Well done, Erica.  I'd say that was pretty good compensation for babysitting some brats.

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