A file, a laptop, and a porn DVD

"Here we go," Billy announced, coming back in, and she yelped, jumping. Billy stood with a cautious look on his face, looking ridiculous as he stopped mid-stride, one foot in the air, his hands full.

"Um, sorry," Rachel muttered, motioning him forward. She heard a slight sniggering sound from Carl, but couldn't look at him without thinking of his dick pressed against his jeans.

"Okay, so I have a file for Rachel Spinner," Billy said, putting it on the coffee table in front of Rachel, along with the laptop. "Go ahead and open the file and laptop while I put the DVD in."

Rachel's curiousity compelled her to slide to the edge of the couch. As she reached for the file she realized she still had the earlier file they'd given her, the one with the contract in it. She put it on the table, slipping the new one over it as she opened the beige folder.

Inside she saw a profile of a pretty girl. It seemed to be details about physical characteristics and background, with a list of jobs she'd done that was surprisingly long, if Billy was to believed about her age. Sure enough, her birthdate was the same as Rachel's. A few details bothered her, and she flipped past the initial pages to look at the pictures behind them, blushing anew.

She saw a petite girl speared by three men in photo after photo. It was different men each time, and not always three in the subsequent photots, but she seemed to be most often with three, almost always with her asshole filled.

"You can see online pictures on the laptop. It's on her page," Billy said, making her leap as she remembered he was there.

She cast a quick look at the three before becoming absorbed in the laptop. Rachel Spinner's site proclaimed her to be eighteen and horny (surprise surprise) with a foul mouth that was frequently filled with cock and a love of group sex. the photos showed a blonde with striking blue eyes and small breasts atop a skinny body.

"She's blonde," Rachel said abruptly, squinting at some of the pictures to confirm the obvious. "And she has blue eyes. Mine are brown."

"Yes..." Billy began, but she interrupted, listing more differences.

"The file says she's 5'3"; i'm 5'4". She's also listed as..." she blinked. "Wow, no wonder she's so skinny, she weighs next to nothing. Her cheeks, chin, nose... they're all different. and her lips are skinny. Oh, and her skin's kind of bad too."

She looked up to find the guys staring at her, and shrugged. "What? I'm a girl, I notice these things. I mean, I'm surprised you didn't notice my breasts were bigger," she said, cupping them and freezing as she recognized the predatorial lust enter their eyes.

"Um," she squirmed uncomfortably, letting go of her assets, torn between flattery and bemusement, surprised to find that their reaction and the file had put her at ease. "Eyes up on my other two eyes please."

"Ah, right," Billy cleared his throat, looking away like the other two. "Good points, but not many people would notice it. I mean," he added impatiently as she pointedly stroked her brown hair, "That they're cosmetic details."

"You call these cosmetic?" she asked in disbelief, cupping her big unfettered breasts, again causing their eyes to lock on. This time they looked away on their own, and she found herself pleased by the attention and power they seemed to be ceding her.

Billy gulped, carefully not looking at her breasts as he spoke. "True, but she's been off the market for a month, and that's long enough for a plastic surgeon to take care of all those things."

"Not the difference in height," she insisted. "Or her being so godawful skinny. And her skin's awful! Oh, and her eyes are still a different color."

She seemed poised to go on, and Billy opened his mouth to cut her off.

"She isn't half as sexy as you are," Carl rumbled beside her, and her mouth stopped, still open as she turned to look at him. He smiled, and she realized he'd moved closer to her since she last looked, but she found herself not minding that at all. He was really well built, she observed again, nearly drooling when he flexed his pecs through the skin-tight shirt.

"She's an addict," Billy said, and Rachel's head snapped around to him. "It was an open-secret in the adult film industry, and the way she was going she was going to end up dead pretty quick. We figured she cleaned up her act, got some work done, started treating herself worth a damn, and we were reaping the benefits."

"Oh," was Rachel's scintillating reply. "But the hair and eyes..." she began, and held up a hand before he could say anything, feeling stupid. "She's not a natural blonde and I could be wearing contacts.

"More like she wears blue contacts all the time," Tyrone chimed in for the first time, apparently believing she was comfortable enough for them to all participate. "And yeah, heavy bleach job. Her hair's normally brown like yours."

"But so much uglier. This ugly, mousy brown, not shiny and thick and dark like yours," Carl said, his words somehow stroking her libido.

Billy cleared his throat, trying to keep things on track.