The limousine made it's way through the congested Los Angeles traffic, it's destination the Parthenon Hotel.
In the back of the limo were two twin sisters, Wendy and Carly Matson. Both were gorgeous, well bosomed young
ladies. They each had a the lithe build of mythological goddesses, perfect skin, pearly white teeth, long and
wavy blonde hair, and were both dressed in matching ethereal sundresses. He fell for them, instantly, but had
to maintain his professionalism by not giving into his passions. The one on the right, Carly, was quieter than
the one on the left. The driver got the feeling that she was more reluctant than her sister towards being
here.
“Having second thoughts?” asked the driver, his eyes on the dashboard window looking in Carly's direction.
Carl sighed.
“No, I'm fine. I'm just not used to all this.”
“You're going to be fine, darling.”
“We'll see.”
“Trust me” said the driver. “Of all the pretty girls I see from out of town trying to hit it big, you two I
have a good feeling about. You're both smart, funny, pretty as Helen of Troy. Whatever movie or show or
modeling gig you two are going to audition for, you're both going to get it.”
This somewhat warmed Carl's heart, as the driver was giving a genuine compliment instead of making some kind
of asinine attempt at flirting like all the other men he's had to deal with since that ridiculous trip to Las
Vegas one month ago. This guy was going to get a decent tip.
“Thanks for the high praise. We'll see how they feel about it.”
“If you insist” countered the driver.
Wendy looked over at her husband, and hooked him into a hug with her right arm. Whispering into his ear, she
reminded Carl about what to say to the network representatives. Carl had only had one job in his entire life,
insurance, and so he had only had one standard job interview once in his entire life, when he was a young pup
in his early twenties. Times and interview etiquette had changed since then, and of course females still had
to present themselves somewhat differently from males during interviews as well, so the refresher was much
appreciated on Carl's part.
Once they reached the hotel, Carl reached into the purse that Wendy had gotten him for the trip(“to keep up
the appearance”, she said) and paid the driver his tip with a fifty dollar bill.
“Thanks, Carly. I really appreciate it. Good luck to you and your sister.”
“Don't mention it” smiled Carl. “You're better than any bartender I've confessed my problems too.”
“Bartender? You look barely twenty-one.”
Carl suddenly made a “silence” symbol with his two main digits pressed up against his cute little pouty mouth.
“Our little secret.”
“Sure” said the driver. Carl then got out of the limo, and the limo drove off in the direction of the early
morning sun.
“We got here early” said Carl.
“That's what they said to do on the phone” said Wendy. “C'mon, let's go find them.”
“Wait, Wendy” said Carl, stopping his wife by grabbing onto her shoulder.
“Are you REALLY REALLY sure you want to do this? Once we go in there, it's the point of no return. We're going
to be famous enough from now on where nutcase fans are going to stop by our house. Record us taking out the
garbage. Harass me when I'm going to work in the mornin. Brooke is going to read nasty comments made by idiot
fans about her mother and her 'Aunt Carly' on the internet.”
“I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Carl. Other than marrying you, of course Please. This is what
I've been wanting to do for years, and you promised me you would do it with me.”
Carl sighed one last time, grabbed Wendy's dainty hand in his own dainty hand, and said “Fine. Lead away.”
The two twins then walked inside the revolving entrance way, and asked the front desk where they could find
the Big Brother audition reps. The sentry gave good directions, as it was a big hotel, and five minutes later
they were shaking hands with not only Jon Adams-Reilly, who had promised that he would be there in person, but
also a woman named Ashleigh Trainer and a man named Darrick Osborne. All five exchanged pleasantries, but then
got down to business.
“We would like to examine Wendy first” said Ashleigh. “Carly, if you follow the arrows that lead to the
elevator, go to the fifth floor. Your room is the first one on the right. We would like it if you didn't leave
it until at least 8:00 P.M tonight.”
“Seems easy to remember” grinned Carly. “How long will Wendy be gone for?”
“Most of the day, but the entire process will take the majority of the week to complete in full, I'm afraid.
The good news is that both of your background checks cleared out just fine, so at least we know that neither
of you pose a danger to the other contestants.”
“I wouldn't say that” teased Wendy. “I think I'll be plenty dangerous to the other players.”
“Real man-eater, huh?” teased Jon back.
“Sure. I'll put them all to shame.”
“Sounds great” said Darrick, clapping his hands in excitement. “Carly, if you would leave now, please.”
He picked up the key card on the table, and handed it to Carly.
Carl nodded, hugged his wife one more time, and left the lounge room towards the yellow elevators. Before he
had left, he made one final wave to Wendy behind his back.
“Boy, she's got a great ass” whispered Darrick.
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