Giselle
and The Hot Squad Book One
Dacy
Alexandria
Genre: Erotic comedy
Publisher: eXcessica
Date of Publication: 10/14/16
Number of pages: 31
Word Count: 12,337
It's the start of Giselle Nyfall's
freshman year at the prestigious liberal arts school Drouin University in
Manhattan. From the moment this boobalicious innocent bounces in from Los
Angeles, things go awry. A housing mix-up denies her a dorm and forces her to
spend the first night in a male dorm with a cute but talkative conspiracy
theorist. Only the instincts of a true sexhibitionist earn Giselle some sleep.
Thanks to the wicked temptress that heads
student services, Giselle lands a living place much better than a freshman
dorm: an upper east side condo! Giselle finds her roommates a strange oversexed
lot, a rocker chick from Boston, a true blue princess, a vain Instagram
starlet, and BB gun toting southern belle. Even weirder are the men of the
condo complex, who appear to be placed under a devastating sex caused curse!
The girls put aside their differences and
throw themselves boobs first into a solution that probably won't get mentioned
in any graduation speech.
Teaser: College
freshman, Giselle Nyfall teams up with her hot but quirky roommates to save a
gang of studs from a sex infused curse!
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Giselle and The
Hot Squad
Deleted Scene
Dacy Alexandria
Rated PG-13
***
Note From the Author: I had written this scene as a comedy
bit in which we see that Dusty may go to a prestigious college, but she comes
from a culture with some rather unique culinary traditions. Culinary traditions
that collide with cosmopolitan Sofi's idea of cuteness. After their argument I
wanted Tristen to lord over Giselle for a bit, before Fleur trolls the both of
them. My intelligent editor, Elaine Ash, loved the scene, but said we needed to
move things along quicker since it was a short story. Editors know best, so I
only argued a little bit. Its a minor victory that I am able to share this
scene with you today...
As Giselle and Fleur lead the
curse-stricken Mister Toffey into their condo, they encounter the heady scent
of something assuredly delicious.
“What smells so yummy?”
“I bet we don't wanna find out,”
Fleur warns.
The girls walk Mister Toffey into
the kitchen as if he were a weary puppy. Everyone else is gathered there. Dusty is frying something. The southern belle is bouncing as she does it, jiggling her sumptuous
booty and mammoth breasts. Her golden ringlets of hair flay about as well.
“You can't cook squirrel!” Sofi
protests with a wave of her long arms. Squirrels are one of the friendly
animals, like penguins, and otters, and............. Muppets.”
“You're talkin' junk! Everybody
knows squirrels are pests,” Dusty hollers over the crackle of the frying pan.
Sofi's long pink lips dive into a
scowl.
“We hunt 'em back home in Tennessee.
That's why I hunted this one. Caught it on the way back from getting some
whipped cream.”
“Do you intend on serving rodent
with whipped cream?!” Tristen is aghast
“Oh no, you best eat squirrel with
hot sauce and pepper. This here whipped cream is for you and me to wrassle in!
“Fascinating.” Tristen says.
"You expect a lady like myself to engage in the grappling arts whilst
lathered in whipped cream. I will not do it, not without proper members of the
great houses of Gyllengard in attendance.”
Giselle decides to break this up.
“Guys!”
The women all snap to attention
while the squirrel sizzles in the pan.
“ Fleur and I took Mister Toffey to
Madame Wanda , and we have ultra big news. He and all the guys are cursed.”
“That's right. They had hot monkey
sex and they got cursed for it.”
“Then how do they get uncursed or
whatever it is?” Sofi ponders.
“I'll handle this one.” Fleur's cute
lips are preparing to dole out a shock to Tristen's moral fiber.
“I can probably do it with more
delicacy.” Giselle notes
“That's why I'm doing it. The
psychic told us how to deal with this. The only way to save these men is if the
tallest girl here does 'em all. Tristen you're the taller than Giselle by two
centimeters. No, one centimeter. Okay, half a centimeter. So spread those legs,
lady Thor.”
“Poppycock! I am wearing heels.
These are Jimmy Choo's. Giselle is wearing tennis shoes like an unkempt beast.
Most likely scrounged from the damage goods box at Payless. A Payless with signs
clearly marked it is closing down due to absteos and a bacterial vaginosis
outbreak.”
“Ick! These are expensive shoes!”
“You can unkempt my beast anytime ya
hankering to, Tristen. Beast is my vagina,” she offers.
“What's unkempt mean then?” Sofi's
curiosity is genuine.
It looks like Dusty is about to whip her pants down but before she can open the top button, back smoke billows all around them. She grabs the pan with one hand, slaps her crotch with the other and squeals, "Help! My squirrel is burning!"
It looks like Dusty is about to whip her pants down but before she can open the top button, back smoke billows all around them. She grabs the pan with one hand, slaps her crotch with the other and squeals, "Help! My squirrel is burning!"
Dacy Alexandria is an erotic fiction
author that has also taken home several screen writing awards under a different
name at the Los Angeles Reel Film Festival
and SkyFest, and happens to be a trained ballerina. He loves the
possibilities of the supernatural but also the inherent weirdness of the
everyday world and likes to combine the two whenever possible. Dacy likes to focus his erotcia on new
adults, which might explain why he can subsist on a steady diet of CW shows and
cans of Starbucks double shot for days at a time.
http://dacyalex.tumblr.com
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