The Idol

Carla slammed into her private dressing room on the tour bus pumped from the energy of the crowd. It had been a packed house and a while since they'd played King's Cross. This tour was going great, sure they weren't headlining but then Darkest Dreams might never get that big. Industrial Goth Rock was fairly niche on it's own but was close enough to a few more mainstream acts to let them ride their coattails and as long as that let her live a life of sex **** and rock and roll that was good enough for her.

She stripped out of her sweat soaked outfit as she crossed the space crowded with bags and belongings tossing her ripped up t-shirt and shredded jeans into a pile of similar dirty laundry. In her small bathroom looking at her short spiky black hair in the mirror she was more careful removing her bra, these custom padded babies cost her too much to risk damaging. They bulked her modest B cups up to a bodacious double D that looked great on album covers. leaving her black panties with them on the counter she dialed up the heat in the shower and then belted out hit after hit while sluicing herself down. Some people were just in this business for the money but Carla lived for the music.

Unfortunately record contracts meant obligations to sell records so you did what you had to even if that meant wearing falsies or faking a lesbian relationship with your bassist. People really bought into that shit. Too bad that meant her sex life was null on the road, but the fans would not understand, would turn on you in a heartbeat if you broke the illusion. Oh well, at least you could meet some really cute guys at Country bars who had never even heard of Darkest Dreams.

Washed and refreshed she reholstered and redressed with clean gear making sure the slashes on her tour shirt were placed just right for maximum effect, the jeans weren't as much of a problem.

Ready to head out for the bands post concert publicity run she banged on the door to the dressing room Kim and Tom shared then barged in, and of course they were in the middle of rutting like bloody animals without a stitch on.

"For fucks sake guys, we have a schedule here. If I can cool my heels for three fucking months you can go one bloody night now get it together before I put my boot in."

Carla slammed the door shut and stormed off in a huff. The bloody nerve of those guys. Rub it in my god damned face why don't you.

"I swear if I have to smell his cologne on her while we fake lovey dovey at this press event I'll give her a little rough and tumble and see how she likes trying to pretend to like it." She swore slamming back into a overstuffed chair and lit up a cigarette. Deep breath in trying to calm down, blowing smoke out like a mother fucken dragon she thought but then tried to wave away what ended up as way too much smoke and everything went black.

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The next woman stormed up to the circle of chairs looking seriously pissed in her slashed up rocker gear waving a lit cigarette around like a challenge "Oi alright you lot, who the fuck put you up to this prank? It was fucking Tom wasn't it? Answer up you lot I ain't got all night."

"Holy shit" Laura felt like her jaw had hit the floor "Is that Carla Wright? You fucking kidnapped the lead singer of Darkest Dreams?! Are you insane?!!"

Shar help up a finger "ah ah, remember we don't want to have to muzzle the master. And yes, yes to all three." The host then turned to the pissed of Brit "Greetings Ms. Wright, no one in your circle of prankish friends had anything to do with this. It was all me. You have been volunteered to appear on Harem Hotel" she paused for a second "Haunted Castle Edition!" The following roar of thunder also drowned out her "Dammit"

The singer for her part looked fairly taken aback to be confronted by a woman a good two foot taller than her taking quite a bit of wind out of her sails.

She puffed on her cigarette for a moment to try and recover some resolve "Okay, and who are you then."

"I am Shar, host of the show. If you will have a seat here." She gestured to the open chair next to Misty who was peeking out from under her hood at one of her favorite musicians. Her heavy mascara unfortunately having run down her face due to the crying.

"Sup" Carla tossed her trying to play it cool "What now?" Back at Shar.

"Introductions to the audience if you please, or not."

Carla robotically replied "My Name is Carla Wright, I am 36 and lead singer for Darkest Dreams, I am straight, five four, and I am a C cup but wear a padded bra to look like a double D, I don't know the master from jack." "The fuck." Carla looked around wide eyed at some of her darkest secrets laid bare.

"Hold on but you're a lesbian?! You've been dating the bands bassist for years, you can't be straight?!" Laura was indignant.

Misty was back to hiding under her hood.

"Well, well well. That's a serious can of worms considering you're on a reality game show trying to win a top position in the masters harem, who happens to be a woman." Shar twisted the knife "I wonder how our audience is going to take to that revelation."

"Fuck." Carla repeated again trying not to look anyone in the eyes, puffing nervously on her cigarette.

"Yes well never say I didn't do anything for you, let's let little miss pants on fire off the hook and take a look at our next contestant."