For almost a minute, Kjerstin stood with her hands on her hips and her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for an opportunity to get into the door, but nobody was coming in or out. Finally she folded her arms under her big breasts and turned on her heel in a huff, frustrated to be defeated so quickly. Then she noticed that the boys she had seen earlier had apparently tired of watching her from afar and were now coming up the street toward her.
"Oh, hi boys!" she greeted them in her melodious Swedish accent, waggling her fingers in greeting as they turned and came up the stairs. There were three of them, two blacks and a latino. "Can you bring me inside and take me upstairs?"
Her model-perfect smile faltered only slightly as they wordlessly surrounded her on three sides (her bikini-clad butt bumped up against the glass door behind her as they advanced) and one reached for the beach bag slung on her shoulder, lifting it slightly to take a look inside.
"I was going to go into the park but..." Kjerstin stammered nervously, trying to remember the right words in English as she felt the thugs undress her with their eyes. "Um, but first, um, naked pictures of me..."
"You gonna be just fine naked, blondie..." the one directly in front of her said as the one looking through the bag pulled out her camera.
"Yes, well, I am bikini model already," Kjerstin replied with a nervous laugh by way of small talk. They clearly lusted for her, and this small-town scandanavian girl had a secret fantasy about tough black inner-city thugs, but she wondered if she could get past her nerves. 'Maybe I can persuade them to let me in the building to find my peeper...' she thought.
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