The next morning, Carl and Wendy woke up as husband and wife for the first time in days. It was such a relief
to Carl, who had risen a half hour before Wendy, that he got up from his slumber in an unusually jovial mood.
Most mornings, he was usually pretty foggy until he had his morning coffee and maybe some cartoon watching
time with Brooke. Brooke. How he missed her. How he was going to miss her exponentially more during the three
months on Big Brother. He really didn't want to do the show, he still thought it was stupid as hell, but it
was penance for being a bad husband in Wendy's eyes. Eating what was left of his doggy bag from last night, he
looked out upon the Las Vegas strip from the balcony, the only people outside being taxi drivers and other
tourists like himself.
Later on, after Wendy had arisen and filled up on breakfast herself, there was a knock at the door. Wendy
answered it, revealing Steve and Janet who were in their Johnny Helms and Stephanie forms.
“Can't be too careful” said Steve quietly, sneaking in. “Ready to go everybody? Both of you cash in your
chips?”, he asked.
“Already did!” answered Wendy gleefully.
“At least you won a freakin' Ferrari. The only contest I won was a contest meant for hot broads, and I was the
hot broad!” said Carl.
“You look better now though. You should thank Wendy” smiled Janet.
“Yeah, I guess so” replied Carl, touching the top of his head, glad to feel thicker hair on his scalp. Not
that he had been going bald, but it had been thinning a little over the years.
“OK, so let's get going. Check out time is in two hours, right?...
***
All in all, the Las Vegas excursion had been great for everyone. Steve and Janet weren't fighting anymore,
Wendy felt a rekindling of romance with her husband, and the two lovebirds would now be going on a bizarre
three month odyssey into the lower levels of Hollyweird during one of Wendy's favorite TV program's. The night
before, when the two couples had reentered the casino, Steve had encountered a slot machine where the grand
prize was a new Ferrari 458 Spider. On a stroke of daring whimsy, he put some coins into the machine, and
immediately won it. He turned to Janet behind him, who started giggling, cutely shrugging her shoulders in
mystery as to whether she had wished for it to happen. Meanwhile, Wendy and Carl(who had reverted back to
being the blonde eye candy twin sister “Carly”) returned their Big Brother applications over to Jon Adams-
Reilly, who was now a little buzzed, and he in turn returned them over to his assistant Lynne. She herself
then left the casino, clearly a little uncomfortable being around all the decadent behavior.
“Looks like you two are all set” he said. “Sit down, and I'll pass along a little wisdom from the gods.”
Jon was closely involved in casting all the big Reality TV shows. Well, the competition based ones anyway. He
had good information to share to Wendy and Carly on what to expect.
“First, you're going to be taken to a large hotel in Los Angeles. Nice, but not the ritziest place in town
like this hotel is. Once you meet the people from the network, who will establish contact with you both very
soon, they will then sequester the both of you. This means that they will temporarily separate you two from
each other in different rooms, and neither of you will be allowed to talk to one another or come into face to
face contact.”
“What?” yelled a terse Carly. “I can't talk to my...”, he was about to say 'wife', but he corrected himself in
time, “...sister?”
“Not until the vetting is over. One at a time, you will undergo a physical, which isn't too bad since it's Big
Brother and not a physically taxing show like The Amazing Race, but a thorough physical nonetheless. Then a
psych test. Then an interview, and that's where things get really personal.”
“What, are they going to ask what my bra size is?” asked Carly, trying to stay in character.
“Maybe. It's usually about what you are going to be like on the show and what you'll be willing to do. Since
you're both attractive women, a lot sexual related questions will come up, including the obligatory Will you
flirt or use your body to get ahead? type questions. Standard stuff, really. It does get really personal
though, so fair warning.”
“Then what do we do?” asked Wendy, holding onto Jon's every word, grinning like a fangirl fantasizing about
joining her favorite band.
“Once you're done, you'll be analyzed and compared against other people in your Group Type. This means you two
will be ranked against other hot female twins applying for the show. Like I said, I have a lot of clout, and
you two I have a feeling will bring a lot to the table, so I wouldn't get nervous. You two are going to be
fine. While you're waiting for the results to see if you are on the shortlist to go on, you can pretty much go
around the hotel and the surrounding shopping area. The room is on their dime, and so is the room service, but
you have to pay your own way to L.A.”
“Well...I guess that's OK. Then what?” asked Carly, slightly pissed that all the money Wendy won would have to
be used to fund the flights. And Carl hated airports anyway. Oh boy...
“After you two are picked, you'll do a little pre-show junk. Just a little...”
Jon went on to describe everything else that Wendy and Carly would have to do, but I'll save the surprises for
next chapter.