Carrie on Campus

Chastity Veldt

Description

Lifting the skirt on education!


Professor Carrie Caine is the new graduate student advisor to the student activities committee at Abraxus Tasker College, and she's been tasked with handling standup comic


Jake Nilsen who's on campus to emcee a weekend comedy festival. The last thing she wants is to babysit some clown because she's got some serious studying to do. But Jake has just the thing to help her unclench and relax.

Sujets

• Romance
• BD Erotique
• Romance érotique
• contemporary
• Erotica
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
• Date de parution: 15 août 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781644502631
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Carrie on Campus XTC C rossover
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Chapter 1
“W elcome to Abraxus Tasker College,” read the formal-looking sign with raised letters on a steel background supported between two br ick bases.
Jake Nilsen drove his truck past the sign that marked the official entrance to Abraxus Tasker College and welcomed him to this seat of higher learning.
“What’s the Deal With the XTC Comedy Weekend?” read a 20-foot vinyl banner stretched across the main street. Jake rolled his eyes at the tired old comic’s phrase and hoped they were using it i ronically.
“Get Ali Whippe’s XTC erotica books from 4 Horsemen Publishing on Amazon!” read a spray-painted bedsheet hastily yanked into place by book-loving hooligans and ne’er -do-wells.
Jake thought, Wait, am I in some kind of crossover?
‘No, that’s weird,’ said the author. ‘Just focus on your driving.’
Jake decided that sounded weird, and he focused on hi s driving.
His GPS told him to make his final turn to the visitor parking next to the XTC student center and the signs directed him to the check-in. A few minutes later, he was at the registrat ion table.
On this Tuesday morning, Jake was in town for the Abraxus Tasker Comedy Conference and Festival, a five-day, well, comedy conference and festival where young comics from around the country could perform sets in the evening at different venues around campus, as well as take workshops on comedy writing, improv, performing, and the business of comedy.
Jake had been contacted by his agent, telling him the Abraxus Tasker organizers had specifically asked for him and a few other comics to attend to teach some workshops and perform a set or two on Saturday night. He managed to arrive in town the day before the conference started because he wanted to relax and recover from his gig in Bi rmingham 1 .
The festival was one of the leading college comedy conferences in the country; Jake had originally attended many years ago when he first started learning comedy during his college years. It felt weird to be coming back as an instructor and performer nearly eight ye ars later.
A lot had changed for Jake since then. He had been a swimmer on the University of Minnesota swim team and had nearly earned a spot on the U.S. Olympic team but missed it by two-tenths of a second. After he graduated, he threw himself into comedy and improv, living off some smart real estate investments he had made while still an undergraduate, buying up dilapidated houses, fixing them up, and renting them to college students. With a real estate portfolio of nearly twenty rentals, as well as some car washes in Miami that he had never seen, he wasn’t quite rich, but he could see rich from his house.
He continued swimming and working out, making sure he stayed in shape. Jake had toyed with the idea of making a comeback but was having too much fun as a stan dup comic.
Maybe in another year, h e thought.
Jake had been performing standup comedy professionally for five years and was actually able to live on his earnings from comedy, even as his investments continued to grow and pile up. His former U-of-M teammate, Alan Johansen, was now his wealth advisor, and he continued to grow Jake’s investments to nearly seven figures. 2
“Hi, I’m Jake Nilsen, I’m here to check-in for the festival.”
The young man sitting behind the table looked up. “Hi, I’m Justin Cooper.” He clattered a few keys on his laptop. “Let’s see, you’ve got your own check-in station do wn there.”
“Really?” said Ja ke. “Why?”
Justin just held up his hands and shrugged. His muscular arms filled out a Stallions Football t-shirt, arms that looked like they were capable of holding a tall redhead upside down for several minutes 3 , and said, “Sorry, I’m just filling in a friend— I mean, filling in for a friend — I wasn’t really supposed to be he re today.”
Jake thanked him and walked to the other end of the row of tables and found a blonde co-ed with a bright smile. Her name tag sai d, Cheree .
“Cherry?” a sked Jake.
“No, not since my fresh—er, that is, it rhymes with ‘Sherry.’” said Cheree, looking Jake up and down and liking wha t she saw.
“I’m Jak e Nilsen.”
“Nilsin?” said Cheree, looking down at h er laptop.
“No , Nilsen.”
“Ah. Here you are,” said Cheree. “Welcome to our fair city of—” She was interrupted when a table of steel travel coffee mugs collapsed.
“Sorry about that. That’s the second time that’s happened today. Anyway, you’re our VIP talent.” She waved her hand at a small plate of jalapeño poppers. “Would you like a popper?”
“No, thank you. What do you mean I’m your VIP talent?” a sked Jake.
“You’re the headliner for the main night in the Pickles venue, plus you’re one of the celebrity judges, so that makes you a VIP. The VIP, in fact. Out of all our IPs, you’re the Vee-est.” Cheree laughed at her li ttle joke.
“Wait, hold on. Celebrity judges? VIP? My agent didn’t tell me anything ab out this.”
“Really? I’m so sorry. Yes, we specifically wanted you to be our headliner and one of our celebrit y judges.”
“Sorry, it’s just hard to think of myself as a ‘celebrity’” said Jake, making air quotes. “I’m just a guy who tel ls jokes.”
“Really? That’s a shame.”
“Yeah, my parents weren’t really happy with my career choic e either.”
Cheree laughed. “No, sorry. I meant it’s a shame that you don’t think of yourself as a c elebrity.”
“Oh,” said Jake with a laugh. “I’m from Minnesota. We’re a very modes t people.”
Cheree held out a canvas tote bag already filled with several booklets, pamphlets, and other convention tchotchkes and knick-knacks. “This is your welcome kit, plus a few thank you gifts from Abraxus Tasker College. Your hotel reservation is also in there. You’re staying at the Tophat Executive Suites just a few miles north. There’s a list of some of the great restaurants in town, as well as any of the bars if you’re so inclined.”
“Do you have a favorite?” a sked Jake.
“I recommend St. Andrew’s Tavern, because it’s quiet, and it’s like an English pub, I guess. That’s where the graduate students go. Chugly’s is an undergrad bar where all the kids with fake IDs get blitzed, and it’s loud and o bnoxious.”
“I remember St. Andrews! I attended this conference several years ago, and spent my free evenings at St. Andrew’s. Are there any good bookstores in town?”
“Well, there’s the student bookstore, but you probably don’t want that. There are a couple chain bookstores downtown, and there’s an old used bookstore on Clinto n Street.”
“That’s perfect, that’s what I’m looking for. Is there anything else I sho uld know?”
“Yes, there’s a reception tomorrow night for all the out-of-town talent. Our faculty advisors will be there, and I know Professor Caine wanted to meet you.”
Jake thanked Cheree once again and decided he would take a quick tour of the venues before he headed to the hotel and the bookstore.


1 See Stand Up, Lie Down: Betty in Birmingham