Exchanging looks the two guys hesitated before the skinny one turned back to her.
"I don't know, Jake. You think it was her?"
The fat one looked her up and down, obviously undressing her with his eyes as he pondered her.
"Can't tell, Mike. I mean, all these white bitches look the same to me. I know she was blonde."
"Same?" Kjerstin squeaked. SHE looked the same to THEM? They're the ones who all looked alike, not her! "It was me! Show me the pictures," she demanded, holding out her hand like they'd plop them in.
"Nah, can't do that. I mean, there's a sort of confidentiality about it, y'know?" Jake said.
"Yeah, we can't hand out pics for Candy to Barbie. That wouldn't be.... ethical," Mike pronounced the word carefully.
"But.. it is me! The pictures are of me!"
"Well how do we know that? I mean, yeah, you look like her. Not as pretty, maybe," Mike said, making Kjerstin gasp, "and your tits are kinda small in comparison I think."
Kjerstin squawked in outrage at his words, and even before Jake could add his own opinion she'd yanked up her t-shirt, baring her firm D-cups to the two incredulous boys.
"See? They are big! And firm. These are the titties you see in the camera, yes?"
"Uh..." was all Jake could think to say. His hand reached out of its own volition, squeezing one large mammary eagerly.
Mike's hand followed, and Kjerstin bit back a gasp of outrage and a moan of pleasure.
"N... no... you can't do that..." she objected breathily.
"Well, you know," Jake's eyes cleared a little, though his hand still stroked and squeezed the soft treasure it held. "There is one way you can prove you're the girl."
"Anything!" she blurted, partly from the desire flowing through her as well as the desperation to end this dangerous turn of events.
Jake and Mike let their eyes meet for a split second before they became rivetted once again by the half-bared body of the gorgeous girl in front of them.
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