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Giselle and The Hot Squad

Book One

Dacy Alexandria

Genre: Erotic comedy

Publisher: eXcessica

Date of Publication: 10/14/16

Number of pages: 31

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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Dacy Alexandria is an erotic fiction author that has also taken home several screenwriting 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. 

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Giselle and The Hot Squad Guest Blog By Dacy Alexandria

Rating: PG-13

Title: Go shorty, its your birthday

I am a fabulous gift giver. I have never ever given someone a birthday gift they didn't simply adore. Even people I barely know, who've invited me to their parties, marvel at the wonders I bring them. So if I can give great gifts to randoms the least I can do for the babes of Giselle and The Hot Squad is buy or do something nice for their b-days . So without further adieu here are the odd, fantastical, and downright wild gifts for several odd, fantastical and downright wild women.

 Anika Lindgren:

  Anika is a peculiar woman. While her job title may be director of student services at the prestigious Drouin University, in the bedroom, backseat, dungeon, or dean's office she's the teacher everyone obeys. Or their bound and vulnerable body comes to regret it. Therefore, for her birthday, I would offer Anika a blood red spanking paddle and beg her not to use it on me. Anika's a dom that allows not even the slightest hint of disobedience so my guess is she'll wear out her paddle on a mouthy submissive's behind before the next birthday rolls around.

Princes Tristen Maria Anna Gunnarsson: 

What do you get a girl that has it all? Seriously Tristen even has a mystical sword named Mystletainn she's used to defend the kingdom of Gyllengaard time and time again. But while Tristen is Jamie Lannister with the sword, she's Ashley Wagner on the figure skates, and Magic Mike on the stripper pole. Why not combine both her non sword fighting talents for her birthday and install a stripper pole in an ice rink? Can you imagine a toeless lutz flawlessly transitioned to upside down twerking on the pole? A tuck axle into a lusty panty shot? This is a gift to the entire world!

Sofi Poe:

 Sofi and I can agree one on thing; gingers are great. It's just that InstaGram-famous Sofi thinks she's the only ginger that is great. Actually the sight of another ginger turns her face as red as her hair. How dare they enter the same room and inadvertently and unknowingly compete for attention? For Sofi's birthday I plan on rounding up all the non-Sofi gingers and shipping them to Pluto. That's right, for stealing Sofi's defining feature they don't even get a real planet, they get a dwarf planet. And if you dye your hair and pretend to be a ginger, you're getting shipped out too!  Okay, maybe I'm being a little harsh. Stay and be ginger all you want.

Giselle Nyfall: 

The leader of the Hot Squad, Giselle is daughter to a liberal tech guru dad and a prominent republican fund raising mother.  Though raised to be an upright leader of the millennial generation, Giselle is an uber talented artist and a true blue sexhibitionist with a sharp eye for a hot bod. So for her birthday I'm going to convince that cute teacher's assistant with the purple dye job to model for a nude drawing. When Giselle eyes down this innocent grad student the simple art session is going to turn into the hottest birthday sex in human history.  

Fleur Troubadour: 

This Boston native sports muscular thighs, six packed abs, and a rock hard azz that's built up, pumped up and sexed up. Clearly her birthday gift should be finding a massive member for her to flex and pump. However, Fleur is a bit reckless. Like criminally reckless. Like perhaps a one-woman-Boston-mob reckless. I think for her birthday I'm going to wind up starting a petition to get her a presidential pardon. She's going to need it!

Dusty Blackwood:

 We save the bustiest for last, Miss Dusty Blackwood, a southern belle with the juiciest of asses and the poorest of tempers. There is little that won't force this busty dynamo into a foot stomping tantrum. Little Dusty may tote a BB gun, kick people in the shins over the slightest of offenses, and get herself kicked out of tons of establishments for groping random stranger's boobs, but she has a softer side that just adores rainbows. Knowing that, I'm going to get her the rainbow themed version of Anika's spanking paddle. Because after all, Dusty is the toughest gal in and out the bedroom,and if you forget it your butt's going to be black and blue from a rainbow colored reminder! 

Giselle and The Hot Squad Deleted Scene Dacy Alexandria Rated PG-13***

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. It's 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, black 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!

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Finally, the tour of the condo concludes with the not so grand finale of Giselle's room. The storage closet. “The master suite.” Fleur's wide sexy lips form a wicked grin.“What's in that box down there? Oh my god, is that a butt plug?“The ginger bitch keeps hers in here. It can go up your ass, but it can't go in your dresser drawer?”Ginger bitch? Butt plug stored like it's a spare bottle of Windex? Add that to the thong/boy short rule, the BB gun, and it all equals an even more confused Giselle Nyfall. What kind of oversexed zoo did Anika banish her to? “I can't stay in this room. It's a closet.” “Its classically cozy.” “There's no bed, and there's a butt plug.”“Pretend you're sleeping in a Hustler store.” “No one sleeps in the Hustler store! People do not sleep next to butt plugs! This is nuts. There has to be some mistake.”“I'm starting to think your parents may have made one.”Giselle stomps past Fleur down the hall to the living room.“FLEUR TROUBADOUR, YOUR IRRATIONAL HARASSMENT OF THIS YOUNG LADY SHALL CEASE AT ONCE,” says another voice. This one has a silvery quality. Fleur shrinks.“Shit," she hisses at Giselle. "You got Viking Barbie on my ass.” 

“Viking Barbie?”Viking Barbie appears, carried in by long, gorgeous powerful legs that reach up to a slender waist and a rock-hard ass. Beneath a luxurious frilled-sleeve shirt a pair of pendulous breasts fill out the floral pattern. Bright red lips form in a cupid's bow, resting above a rounded chin and square jaw. Her hair has been fussed over into a blond bob of rolling waves. The way she looks, the way she walks, the air around her seems like slow motion. If Fleur is a doll under a Christmas tree, then Viking Barbie is a goddess blessing The Empire State.“Welcome, Giselle. My name is Tristen.” Deep-set almond eyes appraise the newcomer. “If Fleur had only bothered to check her text messages, she would have known you were coming and spared herself exposure as a wretched bore. Yet, I am obliged to think her a fool for not simply directing you the fifth bedroom Come. I shall show you.”Tristen leads the way to the room next to the storage closet.“My baddies, I opened the wrong door,” Fleur says with a halfhearted shrug.

The grey infused bedroom reminds Giselle of Anika's silver hair. Nearly everything is shades of grey. The accent rug, cushioned seats, a side table, are all one color scheme.             As happy as she is to have a real room, Giselle is distracted. “I know you. I've seen you on TV before!” Giselle exclaims to the tall blond.“Commoners often recognize royalty. I am Princess Tristen Maria Anna Gunnarsson, of the Gunnarsson royal family of Gyllengard.”