"Nig...." the man sputtered, ripping the door open to reveal a muscular man in nothing but boxers. Kjerstin's eyes bugged out, her tongue rendered senseless by the sight of the chiselled body.
"You fucking bitch!" he reached forward and grabbed her by the ring holding her top together, yanking her into his room. She stumbled on her high heels, struggling not to fall or turn a heel. The door slammed behind her, leaving her and the man alone in a dingy dark room filled with exercise equipment, a giant plasma tv, and expensive sound equipment.
Kjerstin struggle to clear her mind, to get back to her role. Swedish words swamped her, drowning out the english she knew she had to speak. Fastening onto his last words she was able to remember that in the rap videos 'bitch' was often a term of endearment, like 'ho'. They were also physically expressive, so she grinned wide as she realized that the man's rough actions meant he liked her.
"You... you like it rough? I like it rough," she threatened, her eyes scanning the place for the man's camera.
"Oh, so you're some kinky white chick, huh?" the man said, mellowing as realization struck him.
The gears in Kjerstin's mind turned creakily as a new plan came to the fore. "You got a camera? You like to take pictures?" she asked, undoing her top, but covering her breasts as they popped into view.
"You want me to take pictures of us?" the chiselled man asked, liking the direction this was going. Who the hell cared what she called him, she looked like a hot fuck.
Kjerstin nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than to see the man's camera.
"Then take off your clothes, slut."
[author's note: Alright, I'm not a rap fan, so I'm playing off the stereotype here]
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