My angel is the centerfold

Carly sighed, staring at the replies she’d gotten on her latest post. This one hadn’t gone over as well as she’d hoped. There was a lot more negativity than she’d expected, even if the character she’d cosplayed as wasn’t exactly well-known.

But the subscribers on her account hadn’t dropped, so it didn’t really matter. She’d just have to keep it in mind for next time.

After attending a whopping one semester of college, Carly had dropped out due to personal reasons. Now it was nearly a decade later and she was selling pictures of herself on LonelyFans. When her friend Stacy had suggested she take her cosplay hobby to a more professional level she’d never imagined that she would be this popular.

Then again, with large boobs, a nice ass, and a pretty face to tie it all together, it didn’t come as a total shock.

She’d gone all out on this latest shoot, because it had been a collaboration with Stacy. They’d gone as Soren and Nahri, two characters from a popular card game that Carly had never played. (She was definitely more of a Yu-Gi-Oh! girl, had been since the OG anime) She was dressed as Nahri, and she’d ROCKED the girl’s tight leather outfit, making sure it was low cut enough to show off her cleavage nicely.

She liked dressing as Nahri. She had all of Carly’s favorite qualities in a character. A tough, badass woman capable of dropping a mountain on you if you pissed her off. And sure, she might have technically been a villain, but according to Stacy, it was “complicated”.

Carly didn’t ask further. All she knew was that all that white body powder had been a bitch and a half to clean off, but the amazing photos had been totally worth it. Not that her “fans” cared about the amount of effort it took to make yourself look like leather albino Barbie.

“Seen better.”

“Nice rack, I’d love to motorboat that.”

“Who’s this? Don’t recognize her.”

“You should totally do that one chick, from that anime. The one with huge boobs!”

Yeah. Her fans were gross. They all wanted her to dress up as their favorite waifus, even if they were from shows she’d never watched, or games she’d never played. Carly had gotten into this business to dress up as the characters SHE wanted to dress as, ungrateful jerks.

But every once and a while, there were some, who genuinely appreciated her hard work and actually liked the characters she’d chosen.

Those were the comments that made her smile, and made all the negativity and lurid sexual requests worth it.

Her phone beeped. It was a text from Stacy.

Stacy: Hey C! Just saw the pics! U were KILLING it with that corset! We still on for AnimeExpo?

AnimeExpo, the biggest con in Carly’s half of the U.S. It was coming up in a few short months, and she still hadn’t picked out her costumes for the trip. She’d be there for 4 days and 3 nights, and it would just be tacky to do the same thing multiple times.

Carly: Def. But still having trouble picking stuff out.

Stacy: No prob C! We can brainstorm together. What u thinking so far?

(…)

Stacy: U still there? Send me those ideas UwU

(…)

Stacy: K, well, gimme a call if u wanna chat again!

(…)

Stacy: I’m serious Carly, call me back.

“Let’s welcome a girl a lot of you may recognize, Carly Granger!” Sylvia announced, waving her cane with a flourish. Carly popped into existence on the fourth chair, and Dani stared at her in shock.

“No shit! CarlsbadGirl?!”

“Um… yup, that’s me,” Carly said, looking around in confusion. “What, uh… what’s going on?”

Nick stared at Carly in amazement. He hadn’t seen her since freshman year at Northridge. Back then, she’d been pretty, but in a dorky way. Now she was a smokeshow. She’d added streaks of blonde to her brown hair since he’d last seen her, and still wore it short. She was dressed down for the moment in a hoodie and slacks, but even in unflattering clothes he could see that her body was as amazing as he remembered. Large boobs, a tight waist, and an ass that bounced in the air as she walked. She had a gorgeous smile that made her blue eyes just pop out; it didn’t even look like she was wearing makeup!

“Now, Carly’s relationship with the master is a little special,” Sylvia explained. “They first met up at the freshman meeting party for their dorm, where they became fast friends. And maybe… something more? But it wasn’t meant to be, because she dropped out after that first semester, and he never saw her again! But a lot of other people have… because now, Carly posts cosplay photographs on LonelyFans!”

That revelation nearly knocked Nick off of his seat. He knew that Carly had been adventurous; he credited her “never say no” attitude with pulling him out of the dark haze he’d lived in for most of his youth. But in spite of that, he still remembered how shy she'd been; and she was on LonelyFans?! How was he just now learning about this?

…

Damn, if he’d known before, then…

He quickly shook those thoughts out of his head. Yeah, Carly may have been gorgeous, but she was a prisoner here as much as the rest of them. Even if she was the only girl here he actually still wanted to have sex with at this point, she was a prisoner.

“So… I say again, what’s going on?” Carly looked around.

Sylvia smiled and crouched down on the stage, looking the confused girl in the eye. “Now Carly, I know that fame and fortune might have gotten to your head, and you probably wouldn’t remember our master. But I want you to take a look up there and see if anything comes to mind.”

Carly glanced up at the stage, and her face brightened. “Oh! Nick! Long time no see!”

Nick caught the look of surprise that momentarily flashed across Sylvia’s face. Clearly she hadn’t expected that response any more than he had. She made a quick recovery though.

“Yes, well, on to business! Carly, you’ve been selected to be a contestant on 'Harem Hotel: Island Holiday Season'! Congratulations!”

If Nick got out of this craziness alive, he would find whoever it was that arranged for that clip of canned applause, and he would do bad things to them.

Bad. Things.

“Harem Hotel, what’s that?” Carly asked. She’d been pretty cool about the whole “teleported to a beach paradise” thing up until now, but being a “contestant” for something called “Harem Hotel” was starting to make her a little nervous.

“Oh, it’s nothing an adventurous girl like you should worry about,” Sylvia assured her. “All it means is that you and these other young ladies here will be competing with one another for your position in the harem of the master, Nick, over there. It’s somewhat like a game show.”

“Oh, like survivor?” Carly asked.

“Uh… yes.” How was she cool with this? Sylvia quickly shook her head and cleared her throat. “I’m sure you must have a lot questions, but-"

“Nah, I’m fine,” Carly lounged back in her seat. “You said it was a holiday, yeah? Well, I can take a few days off I guess, I just finished a big shoot.”

Sylvia scowled.

“…Nothing fazes you, does it?”

Carly shrugged. “I try to just go with the flow, mostly.”

We’ll see about that… Sylvia was excited to get to the transformations and see if the hottie with a body would still “go with the flow” when it came to that.

As Carly stretched, letting her boobs bounce in her hoodie, Dani was staring at her in awe and trying not to drool.

Nick couldn’t help but smile. Yes, this was a horrible situation they were in, but he’d always thought that Dani and Carly would get along well. Part of the reason he’d fallen for Carly so hard was because of how much she reminded him of his tomboy friend.

“As the host of Harem Hotel: Island Holiday Season,” Sylvia said, smirking at Nick to let him know that yes, she was doing this intentionally, “it always warms my heart to hear that a girl is happy to be on our show. But something tells me this next girl won’t be taking it so well given how her relationship with our master ended.”

Nick felt his throat go dry. Oh no… please, not her.