She's not ready just yet so they begin the re-enactment

Another click announced the camera was taking a picture, though it was also recording at the same time.

"You... take pictures?" she asked breathily, but her frown turned into a wide-eyed gasp as Mike pressed his luck, putting his fingers between her legs. Kjerstin pushed him away "No..."

"Sorry, babe, you're just so sexy," Mike grinned. "But hey Jake, you getting some good pictures?"

"Yes, I look good?" Kjerstin asked, meaning did she look like the girl they'd been photographing.

Mike nodded eagerly. "Very good."

"Hah! So I am the girl. You are the guys I want." Kjerstin stuck out her chin and boobs in triumph.

"Real glad to hear you want us, Miss Lick-A-Rod," Mike grinned. "But I'm not so sure you're the girl we want. I mean, you're blonde, you've got decent boobs, but you're not doing what you were before, so you could still be Candy. Or Rachel. Or maybe even Jennifer."

"I am Kjerstin!" she informed them imperiously, then deflated a little. "But... what must I do?"

"What you were doing before, of course. How're we gonna know if it was you if we don't see you the same way we saw you before?"

Kjerstin thought it over, decided it seemed reasonable, and turned toward their shower. "Oh, but this has curtains, not a glass door."

"So we leave it open," Mike swept the curtain aside, and again put his hands upon her, one on her back and one on her firm butt as he pushed her toward the shower.

"But it's not clean either!" she complained, noticing stains on the walls and floor and comparing it mentally to the immaculate one in her apartment.

"Look babe, we're not gonna be staring at the walls, we're gonna be looking at you. Just stand inside."

Grimacing a little at the dirty, and fighting an urge to clean, Kjerstin stepped into the shower and turned to the eagerly recording camera. "Like this, yes?"

The clicking of the camera announced Jake was taking another picture. He held the camera away, and frowned.

"Something's off," he said.

"Oh, I know!" Kjerstin said, beating Mike to the punch. "You are inside!"

Mike and Jake exchanged looks, but eventually shrugged, as if to say, 'oh well'.

"Yeah, I guess we would've been outside. I'll just..." he turned to the window, eyed the height of it, and rapidly decided to take his overweight body through the much easier to exit door in the other room. "Be right back."

Mike muttered something that might've been a 'yeah, sure...' as he stared at Kjerstin's amazing body. He used the excuse of tucking back the shower curtains to get closer.

"Ready," Jake called, and a clicking announced another picture.

"Now?" Kjerstin called back.

"Now what?" Jake asked.

"Now is it good?"

"Very good!" Jake replied enthusiastically.

Mike found himself nodding a little, but her satisfied look jolted him to action. "Wait, we're not quite done," he objected, and Kjerstin froze, her foot slightly raised toward the exit.

Before she could ask what he meant Mike all but ripped his shirt off, and with barely a tug made his oversized pants fall to his feet. He stepped out of them, yanked down his boxers, and rapidly pulled off his socks.

Kjerstin just stared with ever-widening eyes, a mix of panic and lust invading her thoughts. Was this to be how her fantasies would be realized, she wondered as the tall skinny boy stepped toward her, his rigid dick looking thicker than her wrist.

"W-wait... you... fuck me?" she stammered, unable to formulate the english words jumbling inside her.