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Trashy Sexploitation/Guilty Pleasures —
A Universe from the Mind of DB_Story
First Rule: TRASHY SEXPLOITATION IS NOT STROKE! Look elsewhere for that.
Second Rule: This universe is simply for stories that unabashedly exploit sex, nudity, and sexy situations, for cheap thrills. Stories that have no other justification for being. In short, Trashy Sexploitation exists to show sex and sexual situations in stories the way B-movies exist to show nubile young women topless, naked, threatened, and in showers.
Third Rule: They should be Fun to read.
As for Guilty Pleasures, I might have just called this Guilty Pleasures alone, but Trashy Sexploitation is just such a catchy phrase.
A Guilty Pleasure is something you enjoy, but don't want to admit to anyone. Let these stories become Guilty Pleasures for you.
Initially semi-private (that just means I need to approve authors who want to place their stories here as understanding what it's all about), I plan for it to become fully Public as soon as I see how it's working out.
Overall this idea is an homage to Quentin Tarantino's Grindhouse, which itself is an homage to the trashy horror exploitation movies he grew up with. I find it easy to understand what Quentin is trying to accomplish in Grindhouse. He wishes to recreate one more time something that is either beloved, or fascinating, from childhood. Walt Disney did the same thing when he resurrected Main Street, USA circa 1910 at Disneyland in the 1950's. And I've always felt Rod Serling did the very same thing in The Twilight Zone episode: "A Stop At Willoughby".
Or to view it another way, take "Invasion of the Bee Girls" (1973) as your guide here. It's about beautiful women, who have essentially become queen bees in human form, who kill men by wearing them out sexually, while converting other women to their own true bee nature. Gene Siskel of Siskel & Ebert fame once listed this movie as one of his own Guilty Pleasures. You can't do better than that!
A young high school teacher's devotion to her art is the unwitting cause of her descent into a hellish nightmare as she is forced to become the faculty advisor of the oversexed, overdeveloped junior varsity cheerleading squad.
Peggy Connors has a wonderful home and a husband to pay for it. Still, there are a few things that she needs to learn. Like how to take satisfaction from life's little things. Or better still, from life's bigger things. And then how to give satisfaction in return.