by Dacy Alex
"I'm not seeing that main character aura, Giselle."
A long sigh escaped Giselle's pouty lips, "I'm no main character. I'm a side character in a free-to-play mobile game."
Anika placed her hands on Giselle's shoulders. Her touch was strong, dominating. And yet Giselle could feel feminine energy from them. Excitement jolted Giselle hard. Hard enough to lean her forward just a tad until Anika pulled her back.
"No fair leaving until I've given you one of my world-famous shoulder rubs," Anika sang in an amorous soprano.
Giselle groaned the second Anika began her allegedly world-famous shoulder rub. It was more like being peppered by a steady stream of kisses. Never ever in her short life had Giselle felt something like that.
"What do you think?" Anika inquired.
"You're really good. Like really good," Giselle swooned, her big blue eyes slamming shut so she could revel in the bliss of Anika's touch.
"Darling, I know I'm good. I meant what does my extraordinary assistant think of her new situation. How do you like the condo?"
Do not reference a video game. Do not. Do not. Do not. Do not.
"I paid a hundred dollars to live in a penthouse in this Korean online role-playing game. But this is way better!"
I said do not reference video games!
Anika gave off a rich laugh then added, "I'm so glad you like it, darling. But if it gets too much you can always rest your head on me."
Five hot roommates and a hot cougar. Is she a cougar? What's cougar range? She's in a gray area of cougardom.
Giselle snapped out of cougar pontificating to query, "How did you or the school get a penthouse for a bunch of freshman girls? That place has to be like a gazillion dollars."
Those smirking lips let off another laugh, this one sumptuous and sexy, "I think we should leave that to what I'm sure is a very active imagination."
Suddenly Anika's fingers were tracing right above Giselle's breasts. Caught in a sudden state of carnal euphoria, Giselle groaned again and rolled her head from side to side.
"Tell me, Giselle, besides Tyrone have you noticed anything odd?"
You do not snitch, you white-haired idiot, you never snitch.
"I think Tristabelle wanted to kill me."
DAMN IT!
Anika chuckled, "She gets like that I'm afraid."
"She was so polite at first."
Anika reassured Giselle, "Golden Landers have small patience for the other -- however many countries there are. But you should know that the world you live in is a leaf in the path of an unseen tornado. But in between that leaf and that tornado stands the unmovable wall of Golden Land."
That's a lot more pleasant than getting the golden fangs slammed into my black and white striped butt.
With Anika's assuaging of Giselle's lingering fears, the freshman could relax. Relax into the type of massage that would get Anika raided by the FBI if she offered it for purchase.
"How exactly did you pick those four for your program?" Giselle questioned. "Did you get lots of applicants? I feel bad if I got a spot over someone you denied."
"Applicants? Oh, darling, there were none, because there were no applications. I simply don't have time to find out how Skylar from Virginia found her inner truth protesting intersectional trans discrimination through a series of Twitter posts while she shopped with her mom at Whole Foods."
I will not tell her about my five failed attempts to start an artistic mindful eating podcast.
Anika went on, "I need authenticity. Arousing authenticity."
If Tyrone knew where Anika's hands were going on Giselle's body, he'd call for an emergency board meeting.
Instead, it was Giselle calling, "Arousing, yes, yes."
On that final hiss of the "yes," Anika's fingers pranced across Giselle's sweater puppets, rubbing her nipples.
Too fleeting a touch, thought Giselle. Too fleeting to tolerate.
Before the freshman could halt herself her hands were clasping Anika's with the grip of a very horny tiger. Absent any sort of delicacy or charm, Giselle fastened the silver-haired beauty's fingers to her nipple.
Giselle felt a warm sensation cut across her ear. Anika was snickering in them.
"I need strength," Anika announced. "A scorching seductive strength. Can you be strong for me?"
"Boy, can I!" Giselle exclaimed, too lost in this student-teacher dreamland to realize she sounded lame as hell.
"Good," Anika stated.
Anika promptly removed her hands from Giselle, leaving Giselle with a chasmal feeling of longing.
The future and present of being the bottom in this girl-on-girl action were all in the past for Giselle. Anika swooped in front of her, tilting her head to a nearby shelf.
"Though I'm not opposed to prolonging his misery, let's see if we can cure Tyrone," Anika stated.
"Uh, sure. Yeah, let's," the dejection was plain in Giselle's voice. She let Stuart stand erect with a three-minute monologue and this was how life repaid her humanity?
Free of Giselle, Anika's hands spread apart vials of various liquids in her search for the proper one.
They weren't quite as radiant or vivid as Dusty's glitter selection, yet they boasted the same variety of colors. Giselle spotted at least four shades of red, various yellows, and a few eerie blacks.
"Uh, Big Sis Anika, shouldn't these guys see a doctor?"
"Remember that tornado? That nasty, frightening one those gorgeous blue eyes can't see?"
"Yes?" Giselle answered in a soft tone.
Anika turned her head to Giselle, with darkness over her eyes, "It won't be stopped by the urgent care on 13th Street."
What happens when these gorgeous blue eyes do see the tornado?
"Here we are," Anika declared, fingers curling around a small vial of a black tonic.
"Looks legit. What aisle is that in at CVS?"
Anika threw her head back, let out a long almost tempting laugh, then replied, "Darling, have you ever heard the name Aarab Tzereq?"
Giselle shook her head.
"And why would you?"
"Stupid Sofi!" Dusty's shout came surging from the living room. "I'm gonna count to ten. And when the ten seconds are up, either you better be apologizin' or you better be runnin'."
Giselle turned a frantic stare onto Anika. "DO SOMETHING," it read.
Anika merely smirked yet again, "Frankly I'm surprised they haven't burnt the place down yet. Let's go save Sofi, shall we? And grab that unfinished painting. It's yours."
Giselle's eyebrows jumped in surprise.
"You're an artist," Anika's eyes were back to penetrating Giselle.
As Giselle squirmed beneath her stare, Anika instructed, "Finish it for me."
Giselle grabbed the painting.
Anika took her vial of black whatever the fuck and the pair walked to the living room to find Krisdane trying to keep Dusty from laying the smackdown on Sofi.
"All I said was that wrestling is fake," Sofi defended herself, sitting on the arm of Anika's sofa.
Fleur, enjoying the brewing hostilities, added, "And you stand by that claim."
"Wrasslin's fake? My pa and my Uncle Baron, The Music City Gunslingers, just won their fourth tag team titles in a burning scaffold match against The Twilight Express and yer fixin' to tell me that was fake?!"
Sofi jumped to her full-length height, fists tightened into balls, "Oh my god! A tree died to make that scaffold and your dad wanted to burn it? Gross!"
Krisdane quickly spat out, "Sofi, I shall plant you a hundred trees if it will end your anguish."
You're supposed to be planting trees for me, Prince Charming.
Tristabelle, whose facial coloring was starting to match her red lips, stepped forward, "Let us not stop here in our pursuit of truth. Let us expose all the grappling arts for what they are!"
Not a soul dared to interject the princess who was spinning about as if the room were a grand stage.
Giselle sort of figured this performance was go
ing to end with them cowering at her feet. Or with the Golden Galloper knocking someone the fuck out.
Tristabelle twirled to Sofi, "I believe the sport of alligator wrestling some of you Americans are fond of has given you nothing but gadzookery and twaddle." Then she whirled to Dusty and Krisdane, "And what of bear wrestling? Or cock fighting?" Then finally she came to Giselle, who had her head lowered in fright. "Truly," Tristabelle started, "It would be foolish of us to save these men's lives before Tryggyr puts a stain upon their existence and a dagger through their eyes when the pursuit of that noble truth about the grappling arts beckons us!"
No one, not even Anika, could respond to the grandiose piece of theater they just witnessed.
Except for Dusty.
"Stupid Sofi, you made the queen mad. Yer gonna get it extraordinarily bad, I swear on the Lord Jesus, I do. Krisdane's gonna help me too." She turned her circular mouth into a sharp frown. Even her ugly expressions were cute.
"Am I?" Krisdane questioned.
Before this could explode into Sofi vs. Dusty II with Krisdane as a special guest referee, Giselle stepped into the middle of the group.
"Anika and I think we have a way to cure the guys. Well, mostly Anika does, I just sort of sat there. And Tyrone, if you can hear me, nothing unethical or kinky happened. It was all straight and normal student/faculty interaction. Promise."
Anika's smirking lips grew into a bright smile at the mention of all that. With a bit of swagger moving her arms, the silver-haired babe produced her vial.
"My extraordinary assistant was oh so useful," she declared with a wink to Giselle. "I can't promise you dears it will work, but Big Sis Anika did her best for her special girls."
Happily, Fleur took a hold of it, "Looks tough. What's it called?"
"The name escapes me, Miss Flanagan," Anika answered. "Though I'm sure you've come across it in one of these years."
One of these years? One of those years she was in middle school!
"Put a drop on Tyrone's mouth," Anika instructed.
"Big Sis Anika," Sofi started. "I so don't think this is possible but could this whole thing be tied into Giselle?"
Giselle's face fell into a frown but picked up when Anika shook her hand and Sofi breathed easy.
"Giselle is my perfectly extraordinary assistant," Anika claimed, shooting her lusty look at Giselle, mouth open, eyes hot."
Fleur pried open Tyrone's mouth with so much force it was like she was freeing an accident victim. Still, she got a dab of liquid on his tongue. It instantly dissolved
"If he has any decency and respect for your time," Anika began, "he'll be back in half an hour. Back to keeping me terribly underpaid."
"This is indeed fantastic fortune! Why it might be marvelous fortune!" Tristabelle exclaimed face returned to its normal color. "The gods look upon you with fondness."
Gods? With an S again.
Anika demurred, "I'm sure the Princess Magilinda could have helped you."
Tristabelle gave off a laugh that was all sunshine and gold, "The last man Maggie 'cured' contracted lockjaw, crotch rot, and feline AIDS in place of the sniffles. Big Sis Anika, you are friend to peer and crown."
Anika responded with another bow to the royal siblings.
Anika opened the door, ushered them out, and said, "Safe travels, my dears."
Chapter Five: Krisdane, Move!
There was a guy on Sex and the City whose nickname was Mister Pussy. He was so good at going down on women they called him Mister Pussy. What would people nickname Giselle, she wondered? Miss Klutz? Miss forget to turn on incognito browsing when she's searching for porn?
Giselle didn't know why all that came to mind at this point. She thought about a few other things, like, did her Yorkie like Dawn better than Stephen, why mayonnaise is falling in popularity as a condiment, what if the tooth fairy was real and had a creepy vault of children's teeth.
All that came to mind as the portal was opening on the limo floor. She just kept thinking inane thoughts as black sludge rose to fester on the floor. It bubbled and boiled as one might expect a cartoon witch's cauldron to do. Problem was, the black sludge divided itself into two. As Giselle questioned why she always fell for clickbait videos on YouTube the sludge was twisting upwards like an ice cream dispenser in reverse.
Everything had been going so well before then. Sofi had followed Fleur's lead and took a little too much vodka and Red Bull a little too quickly and was in an extraordinarily agile headstand. Her legs splayed out in a split as her juicy booty twerked to Can I Get A by Jay-Z. Jay's lyrics implored Sofi to bounce with him and bounce her delectable rump she did, jiggling like she had a jet engine in her thong.
Yes, everything was going panty-melting good until the bubbling portal came to appeared.
As Sofi dropped to her knees, human bodies began to take shape from the portal in rapid evolution. But these creatures were far from human with black as pitch wings sprouting from their back and heads taking the form of blindfolded ravens.
Only when the larger of the two swiped Giselle away from Tyrone did the clueless freshman understand the scope of the severity. Yes, the severity rang in a head she felt could possibly be concussed.
"Giselle!" Krisdane shouted as he sprang to her side. If she was going to die at least she'd die in the arms of a damn handsome prince.
The larger of the two monsters reached for Tyrone, only to endure a sliding uppercut from Fleur.
In a flash, the monster swung for Fleur. The brunette made a deft sidestep and caught his hand within her much smaller one.
That should've broken her hand!
Vampire like fangs were bared but they weren't the monster's. They were Fleur's, and they were yanking off one of the monster's fingers.
Then a scream came from the monster so harrowing it made Giselle tremble. But the creature quickly recovered from his agony in time to send a hard kick into Fleur's stomach. It threw her backward over the red fox that was charging the beast.
"A fox!" Giselle shrieked.
With a leap, the red fox was aiming for the large monster's throat. Yet it was a hair too slow and was nabbed by the throat!
"I gotcha, Sofi!" Dusty called.
The tiny gal shot her hand forward expelling a plume of green glitter. Yet there was nothing in her hand, no glitter bottle, no glitter tube. Nothing. However she did it, Dusty got the terrible monster croaking a noise that was torture for Giselle to hear.
Tristabelle had seen enough as she stood to her full 5'10" frame, deep-set almond eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowered.
High heels and all, the princess booted the smaller monster away from Tyrone. It skidded past Fleur to land near a shrieking Giselle.
Tristabelle raised her arm the same way she did to Giselle and spoke, "Mist--"
The words died in place of a shout of pain as Krisdane, shielding Giselle, accidentally steamrolled his sister.
"Krisdane, move!" Tristabelle ordered.
So Krisdane moved. But the smaller monster moved with him and Giselle, wisely using the pair as shields.
"Krisdane, move!" Tristabelle's voice made it sound like she was going to kill Krisdane as opposed to the monster.
The driver lowered the window and asked, "Is something amiss?"
Of course something is amiss, idiot!
"Not at all. Merely an everyday demonic incursion," she turned her eyes to Giselle, sucked in her lips, then ordered, "Take us to the Historium if you can."
"I believe there is a nearby portal. Heading there now, your highness"
The larger monster had thick bubbling hands of hideous sludge reaching for Tyrone's throat. All the while Tyrone sat still, blank-faced, mouth slack.
His doom might have been written by those fingers coiling around his neck if it weren't for Fleur tackling the creature by the throat combined with the red fox leaping onto its face. The girl and the fox landed with such impact, such ferociousness, that Giselle was open-mouthed in shock when the monstrosity managed to thrust
upwards and hurl them off.
"Fleur, can't cha tell these buggers to leave us alone?" Dusty bemoaned.
"These are Hebrew demons, and I'm a Christian demon with a saint for a father. They don't wanna hear anything I wanna say."
No, no, no. I don't want a magical girl anime. I don't want to be in New York. I want to be at UCLA like my mom told me to be.
Giselle thought she saw Dusty tossing more glitter, but her vision was clogged by the smaller creature throwing Tristabelle to the hardwood floor in front of her and Krisdane. Terrified at what the demon could do, Giselle squeezed against Krisdane. But her thoughts were not to her own safety but to Tristabelle. Her landing was so stiff, so punishing, Giselle thought Tristabelle to be a woman with several broken bones.
Instead, Tristabelle was a standing woman, free of even the tiniest of cuts and bruises. Her left fist clenched to show she's tired of this bullshit, while her right arm raised in the air, "Mist-"
Yet again Krisdane messed her plans up. His rush to keep Giselle bulldozed into Tristabelle's extended arm left behind a fuming sister.
"Krisdane, move!"
A wasted order as Krisdane's Giselle-protecting got Tristabelle run over again by the chivalrous prince.
Stop protecting me! I'm going to get you killed!
Meanwhile, the larger beast was trading punches with Fleur while the red fox dug her teeth into its neck. Though the monster hollered in agony, his punching was relentless, failing to subside even with the fox munching on him.
Fleur was rocked by an uppercut from the larger demon. Her body was thrown backward, clanging against the side door while nearly taking out the red fox.
That fox can't be Sofi. No fucking way. No, no, no, no, NO!
Almost as shocking as Sofi's dual-species status was Dusty flinging a cup of water in the demon's face. Of all the things to throw, water was Dusty's choice.
But then Dusty started moving her hands around the way one might have moved a Wii controller. Yet this was no video game being controlled, this is the water itself that was forced into solidifying on the demon's face by Miss Blackwood.
Is she controlling water?!
The ice spread like cracks in a glass, drawing itself over the raven's entire head. The demon forced out a scream from his beak. Yet that same beak was frozen in that picture of sheer horror. After seconds of this torture, its entire head was encased in ice. It was an almost beautiful picture of icy splendor.