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Rose woke from a dreamless sleep feeling initially refreshed. She rolled
in the small cot and blinked at the scenery of her dressing room. What
time was it? Her phone was dead, and there were no other clocks in the
room. Judging by her stomach though, she estimated that it was just
before noon. Figuring that she still had some time because no one had
come to wake her yet, Rose sat back on the cot's edge and hugged the old
dusty pillow to her chest. Slowly, her memory caught up with her,
settling over her shoulders like a leaden cloak. Rather than buck under
its weight however, the renewed Rose dug in her heels, taking the lull in
her day as an opportunity to reflect on the recent events that had been
causing her so much grief, hoping that reviewing might reveal new
patterns or ideas.
Skin suits. No matter how Rose thought about them, they were a bad idea.
Giving their sponsors the option to replace one or all of the band
members of Angel's Embrace entirely without the public ever being the
wiser was terrifying. Carmine facilitating the creation of the skin suits
was equally troubling. Even if she was their manager, she should have at
the very least consulted and asked their permission to use data from
their physicals. Surely that was illegal, right? If lawyers got involved
there was probably some fine print in her contract they could invoke.
Still, might be good to remember, anyway. She filed away the potential
angle.
The following day, Narjis was acting unusual in the morning. Her athletic
build and tomboyish tastes usually reflected in her confident,
levelheaded and reliable personality, but that morning, she was
uncharacteristically... flaky. She stuttered, and avoided eye contact.
Rose did not think anything of it at the time, but in hindsight the signs
were there.
That evening, Rose discovered Narjis having lesbian sex with Linnea, the
petite bundle of energy in the group. Experimentation was nothing new to
the girl group thanks to Iris. The cool beauty on the surface was an
insatiable beast under the sheets, and though she was officially dating
Narjis, everyone in the band got involved at some point or another.
While watching Narjis and Linnea go at it, Rose was found by the rather
horny Iris herself and got roped into a sexual romp of their own. Rose
thought it weird to realize that Iris's hot-pink strap-on was pounding
her pussy only about 12 hours ago. It was nice to let the pleasure drive
her anxieties from her head for a time, but running from her problems
still left them to be tackled later. And 'later' becomes 'now' at the
most inopportune times.
Something that bared its ugly fangs one sleepless night later. This
morning, she ran into Hazel, leader of a band that rose from fans of
Rose's own Angel Embrace but took an emo turn when they took Angel
Embrace's own mantra of being true to yourself to heart. Despite singing
from her heart, Hazel took Rose's sleep deprived criticism of her music
decisions hard and her recoil outburst hit Rose where it hurt. Rose
decided that her conflict with Hazel was unrelated to the problem with
skin suits.
Finally, though her behavior seemed normal, there were quirks to Narjis's
performance during morning choreography that were further 'out of
character.' Perhaps, it was almost as if she were someone else getting
used to being Narjis... Rose's expression darkened at the thought. As
crazy as Iris's libido was, Narjis was usually good about restricting
sexual activity to after a day's practice, citing that if they ever went
'too hard' by accident, it could throw them off for the rest of the day,
and that would be a waste of precious time. However, just this morning,
Rose walked in on the two copulating in the bathroom. Remembering the
sight of that strap-on did unearth a detail Rose had forgotten.
"...why not trust in Carmine?" Iris recommended as Rose left her dressing
room following their own sexual romp last night. If sponsors were
demanding it, Carmine would have been almost as powerless to stop the
creation of the suits as the band members were. But as their point of
contact and representative, Carmine may have more leverage for objecting
to using the suits. Perhaps Rose ought to consult with Carmine herself
about her problems. It would be an opportunity to explain her poor
performance this morning as well.
A knock sounded on her door, breaking Rose from her intense
retrospective. That the rasping continued after the first three strikes
gave away the knocker as Linnea. As expected, twin cotton candy pig tails
awaited on the other side of the door.
"Oh good, you're up."
Rose gave her a look. "Like I could have slept through that."
Linnea gave her a wry grin. "That was kinda the point." Linnea walked
with her as they made their way back to the group choir room on the
second floor.
"Are you still worried about those suit things?" Linnea asked out of the
blue after a short silence. Rose almost stumbled and had to jump a few
steps to catch up. Linnea looked up over her shoulder as her friend
caught herself. "I know you well enough to know that you don't simply,
'sleep poorly.'" Rose did not answer. They approached the studio's front
entrance on their way to the stairs.
Suddenly, Linnea dashed ahead, coming to a stop with a hop at the front
entrance lobby. After a quick, inquisitive inspection, she picked one of
the homeless umbrellas that were kept by the door in case of surprise
rain, something that happened commonly during the rainy season. As Rose
reached the lobby Linnea faced her and did a short dance segment; it was
part of a routine they had done on their first tour ever. She brandished
the umbrella, opening it in a sudden thwop! Resting it casually on her
shoulder, she spoke, but not to explain the spontaneous show.
"I'm not going to tell you not to worry about it. You wouldn't be our
Rose if you didn't worry about something for us," she offered warmly. She
slowly spun the umbrella. "I don't generally sweat the details, because I
know I can count on you to come through on the important things. The
whole reason I'm able to be myself out there and enjoy doing it is
because I know you're looking out for me. For all of us!" Her fidgeting
spread to the rest of her body as she spoke, causing her to rock gently
back and forth on the balls of her feet. "I guess what I'm trying to say
is, if there's some reason you're against those suit things, then I'm
against them, too. And the sooner they get taken care of, the sooner you
can go back to worrying about the real stuff worth worrying about."
This was apparently Linnea's way of trying to cheer her up. "Oh?" Rose
replied with a weak smile. "Stuff like you waxing sentimental about me?"
she teased.
Linnea perked up. "Yeah, like worrying about me. I'm always getting into
trouble, right?"
Rose laughed in earnest at her self-serving honesty. "You're always
fooling around, for sure. I sometimes think it's on purpose though." It
felt like it had been forever already since the last time she laughed
genuinely.
Linnea struck a pose. "Maybe it is!" she whispered with a wink.
----
Rose managed through the rest of the day without incurring too much of
slave driver Carmine's wrath. Narjis still seemed a bit... off, but she
was unable to point to anything specifically. When Carmine finally
released them after their last bit, endurance training, their personal
trainer singled out Azalea and Linnea to talk about something. Iris and
Narjis scurried off snickering while the other three slumped in a panting
sweaty group on the studio gym floor. Carmine also disappeared back to
her office now that she was done overseeing them. While Azalea chatted
with the personal trainer, Linnea tapped Rose's shoulder.
"Iris is in full horn dog mode, yea?" she spoke quietly, trying to make
sure her voice did not carry. Rose gave her a level look to show what she
thought about the younger girl's choice of words, but Linnea continued
unfazed. "Narjis is doing an impressive job keeping up with her this
time, but want to make a bet on how long before she comes crying for
help?"
"Did Narjis seem... off to you today?"
Linnea blinked, not expecting a question in response to her question.
"Yeah, a bit. But doesn't everyone have off days?" The blue haired girl's
eyes narrowed mischievously. "I mean, if we're talking about people who
are off, no one here was more off than you today."
Rose chuckled again. "Fair enough," she admitted.
"Ssssooooo... one day?" Linnea edged back on topic slyly.
"Two hours," Rose bet, without a pause. Linnea's eyes widened and she
whistled. They shared quiet giggles at the implication. Even basing that
on the suspicion that Narjis was not who she claimed to be did not seem
so distressing when she was joking with Linnea. The adept mood maker
bundled in a compact package had that effect on people. The trainer
called Linnea and the girls' laughs subsided.
Rose heaved a sigh. She should clean up and talk to Carmine before the
night got too late. The trainer held both Azalea and Linnea's joint
attention so Rose left on her own to the showers. The sound of running
water indicated that Iris and Narjis were still around, and the muffled
wet slapping sound that floated under the water stream implied what they
were up to. Rose's brows knit and she thought about the current situation
as she undressed in the bathrooms just outside the showers.
It seemed a bit soon, given that Carmine introduced the suits just two
days ago, but if the working assumption was that Narjis had already been
replaced, it would explain much of incongruity of the last 48 hours. Her
awkward behavior was her actor still getting used to the role. No matter
how closely they might have studied, surely there would still be an
inevitable adjustment period.
Suddenly, a chorus of moans arrived at Rose's ears, indicating the
couples' joint climax. Hoping that they would finish and just leave, Rose
loitered in the bathroom area and listened. To her surprise, the two
began chatting, their voices just loud enough to carry to her location.
"Haa.. fuck. I could get used to this," Iris sighed contentedly.
"I know, right?" Narjis agreed. "I still can't get over that I've become
Narjis from Angel's Embrace with this suit thing. It's almost as mind
blowing as the sex."
"What is? These suits or the idea of replacing the band members?" That
was Iris. With no way to record it though, Rose continued to listen
helplessly as her friends' imposters revealed themselves to her ears.
Narjis chuckled smugly. Narjis was confident and assertive, but never
smug... "Both! In the mirror, even I can't tell that I'm not Narjis.
They've worn some skimpy outfits before, like the summer swimsuit concert
last year, but seeing all their flesh like this is on a whole different
level. I've never felt so attractive. Just having a hot body has been
pretty magical for my self confidence."
"Haha, I completely understand that," Iris gave a low husky laugh. "I've
been plagued with damned big bones all my life. To walk around with this
frame and the only extra weight I have to worry about is this glorious
rack... well, it's like night and day. I do have to be a little careful,
my weight didn't go away, it just doesn't show on this body, like it's
hidden within somehow. It's taken all of my self awareness to make sure
my movements stay light and don't give me away."
"If Carmine hadn't said anything this morning, I'm not sure I would have
noticed yet," Narjis admitted. Rose heard warning bells in her head. In
retrospect it's not surprising that Carmine would be in on this. She
seemed to be the only one with access to the suits as they were kept
locked in her office. Rose would have to confront Carmine, not consult
her. Narjis was not finished yet. "She promised if we managed to
successfully replace all the girls, she could send them to perform for my
sister and bring her back..." Silence followed for a bit after that.
Shower heads were turned off and the pair sounded like they were moving
to the changing room. Rose cautiously gave chase, slipping into the now
empty shower room and putting her back to the wall shared with the
changing room, to continue listening.
Rose's ears caught Iris's voice but it was not until mid sentence that it
became intelligible again. "-aving them sing for your sister will wake
her from her coma?"
"She loved Angel's Embrace. They meant the world to her. When she fell
sick, I made it my duty to learn everything I could about them so I could
try to keep her spirits up. Surely if they sang for her in person, that
would be enough to remind her to hold on, to come back to us..." Narjis
paused for a moment. "What about you? You're in love with Rose, right?
You could have become her, right?"
"Ah, uh... well, Carmine said Rose wasn't an option, but even if she
was... I don't think I would have wanted to become her. I can't love her
if I am her. Loving myself... well that would be great itself, but that's
a different kind of love."
"Ah, aye, I get you. You can't make love to her if you are her.
Masturbation's one thing, but nothing beats having a real partner,
right?" Narjis jumped to a conclusion.
"Well, uh.. that's not... that's true but it's not really like that,"
Iris mumbled. She seemed uncomfortable talking about her feelings for
Rose, who felt equally uncomfortable hearing about it. The sound of
moving fabric dwindled to a minimum. They were done dressing, but not
done talking.
"Let's invite Rose to a threesome tonight. Or everyone maybe? Then you
can bang your crush and it won't be weird. I have some Georgia Home Boy
if you think it might be necessary," Narjis suggested.
"I am not going to drug my Rose just to put my penis inside her!" Iris
exclaimed. Rose was glad she was not the only one offended by the idea.
"My love for her is not so base as to revolve around satisfying my lust.
That would just be... selfish!"
"Whoa, there. It was just a suggestion," Narjis pleaded. "Probably
shouldn't be yelling that stuff out loud anyway. I think the girls could
be finishing up any minute."
"Shit... yeah. You're right. My bad," Iris conceded. She continued in a
near-whisper. Straining, Rose could just barely make out words. "I'll
think about the orgy thing though, maybe with the others. Iris is
supposed to have a hell of a libido. What about Carmine, though? Invite
her?"
Someone opened the door to the studio hallway, obscuring the first part
of Narjis's reply. The last bit that Rose heard before the door closed
behind the two was, "-think about her. You think she's a suit, too?"
Rose leaned against the cold tile of the empty shower room while she
processed what she just overheard. Narjis and Iris, both fakes. Iris's
imposter is a man and weighs more than she looks. Might be able to use
that to her advantage. He also had romantic feelings for Rose. An
involuntary shudder ran through the towel wrapped brunette. But maybe she
could use that as well. Nothing definitively incriminating, but Rose got
the sense that Narjis's imposter was also a man. And lastly, Carmine was
pulling strings. If Rose wanted to put a stop to things before they got
further out of control... Rose's heart skipped a beat at the mental image
of some obese guy pulling a skin suit of Azalea over his curls of fat,
and she had to focus to avoid vomiting. If she wanted to have any chance
to prevent that, she needed to confront Carmine ASAP.
The sound of the gym door opening set Rose to steadying herself. She
hastily hung up her towel and turned on the nearest shower, dousing
herself in alarmingly cold water. In her cooled head, Rose began
rehearsing how she should approach Carmine, and in her distracted state,
she only gave the barest of nods acknowledgment when Linnea and Azalea
came in to shower. The other two shared a concerned look, but stayed
distant. They recognized her determined mood and knew better than to get
in the way.
----
Curiously, Carmine's office was dark behind the frosted glass in the
door. Carmine was usually the first one on the premises in the morning
and the last one to leave, so it was unusual to see the office without a
light on.
Even stranger, the door was unlocked. Rose entered, despite the growing
tingling in the back of her neck. She tip-toed over to Carmine's desk
first. The setting sun outside bounced just enough light into the office
for her to read a few lines here and there. Some papers were reviews,
some logistics schedules. Nothing out of the ordinary certainly for a
busy manager's desk. Rose glanced around at the rest of the room. The
closet that held the suits drew her eyes like magnets. The padlock was
open! The itch behind her neck grew stronger.
Against her better judgment, she sidled over to the closet and carefully
edged it open, cringing when the hinge creaked loudly. Rose held her
breath, but heard no movement. Inside, they were there. The origin and
source of her recent anxiety; the cause of her recent sleepless nights.
At least, some of them were there. There were empty hangers. Puzzle
pieces suddenly started falling into place. Rose confirmed that Narjis's
distinctively darker skin tone was missing, however that was as far as
she was able to check before she was interrupted.
"Don't you know you shouldn't poke your nose where it doesn't belong?"
Rose froze where she stood, half buried in the closet. She stiffly
retracted her head to face the familiar voice. Carmine stood in the
doorway, an eyebrow cocked, and a bemused look on her face. "No, I
suppose that does involve you rather... intimately. You didn't say
anything at the meeting, but it was written on your face. I didn't expect
you to come snoop around though. Are you looking to retire already?"
Carmine calmly mused as she casually closed and locked the door before
setting down her purse on her desk. The last sentence rang in Rose's
ears.
The redhead regarded her for a moment more in silence before approaching.
Rose scurried out of the way, moving to stand somberly in front of the
desk. Carmine wanted the closet's contents though, and threw open the
doors wide. She watched Rose for her reaction as she began to strip off
her own clothes. Carmine's light blue eyes sparkled with a sadistic
amusement as Rose's imagination began inventing all manner of
conclusions, none of them ending happily. Rose felt her legs grow weak
and she slumped heavily to the floor. If only the idol knew what Carmine
was really planning, the manager wondered, how would she react?
Carmine was an attractive woman, a former idol herself, though she never
made it big, the redhead kept in good shape and had appropriate curves in
the all the right places. Her business suits were slimming but did not
showcase her like seeing her in the nude did. Her wavy red hair swayed
lightly above her shoulders with every movement, and Rose could make out
the freckles on her shoulders even in the slowly dimming ambient light.
"We instinctively fear that which we do not understand," Carmine started
suddenly in a lecturing tone. "Would you like to know the truth about
these suits? Will you find it comforting to have your ignorance
dispelled? I wonder..." She reached into the closet and withdrew one of
the suits. From its limp, deflated head hung brown locks of about the
same length as Rose's. "Masks exist to hide the truth for there are times
when the truth is far uglier than the mask."
Rose watched speechlessly as Carmine donned the suit, carefully and
deliberately inserting one leg into the opening in the back and pulling
it taut before repeating the procedure with the other. With both legs
inside the bottom half of the suit, Rose thought she stood a little
shorter than she did a moment before, Carmine's head lowering to almost
her own height. Next came arms, both at the same time, and with them, the
suit's torso naturally shimmied around and enclosed Carmine's. The
redhead's larger bust disappeared behind the suit's causing the pert
breast forms on the front to fill out, at least, that's what it looked
like from around the lolling unoccupied head that dangled in front of her
chest. Carmine took a few extra moments to pull on certain parts of the
suit, pulling her arms tight like as if she were putting on elbow gloves.
The suit's neck stretched grotesquely, and the face's features contorted
similarly as Carmine pulled it up over her own head. She reached behind
her and made the motion of zipping herself up with one hand while the
other adjusted the face till it looked normal and began moving naturally.
Brown eyes opened to meet brown eyes. Rose smiled.
"Amazing, isn't it?" the imposter asked in Rose's own voice. She turned a
full circle, a runway model in nothing but her skin. She struck a pose,
the same one Rose held during applause not but a few days ago. "I'm Rose
from Angel's Embrace! I'll believe in you, so believe in me too and we
can make magic happen!" The fake Rose's smile twisted. "This part
requires audience participation, so I hope you're ready. Watch close
now," she continued with the emcee charade. False Rose swayed up to the
real one, still sitting on the floor, and thrust out her hips. With a
pleasured moan, she inserted finger after finger into her already
dripping pussy while the real one watched, until the fake seemed to find
what she was looking for. The skin around her cunt bulged as her hand
exited the labial folds guiding with it, a long fleshy appendage. A male
appendage.
"If you're a real fan, you'll know what to do," the false Rose commanded
implicitly. "Don't be shy, there's no one but Rose here. It's no
different than masturbating." Rose recoiled, only partially on purpose.
This was sick in more ways than one. The fake sighed. She padded back to
Carmine's purse and rummaged around inside.
"You won't do oral, but you were perfectly happy to take it in the cunt
last night..." She pulled out a familiar shiny hot pink bikini thong.
Rose's breath caught as she beheld the imposter slip the article between
her thighs. From this angle, Rose could see the extra fabric affixed to
the front even before the fake carefully slid her cock into the sleeve in
the front. Occupied by her penis, the sheath looked convincingly like a
dildo, as Rose had, just last night, been so convinced. Her twin return
to dangle the dressed up phallus in Rose's face once more.
Numbly, Rose felt herself move, almost unwillingly, as if entranced by
the pungent smell, the hypnotizing presence of the hot cock in her face.
Even in the faux plastic it tasted salty, seasoned with sudden fear of
what this secret psychopath of a manager might do should she resist. It
was also bitter. Bitter with the realization that if she did not accept
this, this phallus, this charade, this farce, that she gave up all hope
of continuing her dream. That her dream would be stolen from her, lived
out by some more agreeable actor wearing her face and body while her true
self was imprisoned or worse. With tears in her eyes, Rose fellated the
cock emerging unnaturally from her twin's crotch.
"There you go," the false Rose said with a pleased, encouraging smile.
"You just need to be in the right state of mind. It's just a strap-on.
Same as last night with Iris." Rose continued to dully service her
doppelganger until the imposter's breathing picked up.
"Actually, I lied, it's not quite the same. This one's better. When it
comes, it cums!" She jeered in too-short of a warning. Just as Rose felt
the shaft in her mouth tense and bulge, firm hands grasped her head and
shoved the fake strap-on deeper in till the tip entered her throat and
her nose buried in the soft fabric of the bikini's front. "Mmmmhaa..."
the imposter moaned softly. "I only ever receive at home these days so
it's nice to be able to shoot my load for real. Even though he's done it
plenty himself, if he were to see mine, the shock of it would break my
spell for sure..." Rose just barely heard her assaulter mutter to herself
between the orgasmic contractions but the words did not make sense to her
and her mind was busy rerouting emergency effort elsewhere.
"Haa.. fuck.. bear with it Rose, you can do this!" Through the gagging,
Rose was vaguely aware of the introduction of fluid directly into her
throat. Just before Rose feared she might pass out, the fake extracted
her false member and Rose coughed, dragging in air into screaming lungs.
She did not feel herself fall to the ground as she heaved breath nor
could she feel the splatters of more semen spurting from the hot-pink
clad rod.
When Rose's chest no longer felt like it was on fire and being stabbed at
the same time and she could muster enough energy to move, she struggled
weakly into a sitting position. Back in front of the closet, Carmine was
just finishing doffing the Rose suit. The deceiving strap-on lay on the
desk in a pile of hot-pink and from Carmine's crotch the offending cock
still hung, an intimidating size even when flaccid. When she finished
hanging the Rose suit and re-locking the closet, Carmine returned her
attention to the nearly broken woman on the floor of her office, painted
with white goo and more than a little traumatized.
"You know, I think I will tell you. It may be more fun to watch you
squirm under the weight of the truth." Rose looked up limply as Carmine
began.
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