That surprised me even more. This might be a little more than the shy girl could take. In fact, she was already bright red, and I was still wearing all of my clothes. “Okay,” I said with a shrug. I didn’t really care how many witnesses were here for this, as long as none of them spilled the beans. “No telling Kiera though,” I said, pointing at Rachel. “And no letting the guys tell Kiera. I want this to be a surprise.”

Rachel couldn’t even speak, and she was having trouble looking me in the eye as she nodded in agreement. “Okay,” I said, clapping my hands. “Guess I’ll strip.”

I started unbuttoning my jeans, and Jenny snapped her fingers, stopping me. “Nuh-uh. Go to my bedroom, there is a towel waiting for you.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. Did it really matter where I undressed? The end result was the same. Jenny sighed at me, then pointed at her room. I laughed but did as she asked. As I walked down the hall, I heard her call out, “And remember, the underwear stays on, Kellan.” I held my thumb up in answer and heard Rachel start to giggle.

Once I was in Jenny’s room, I quickly undressed. I spotted the towel she’d left on the bed for me, but I didn’t bother wrapping it around me. The boxers I was wearing were basically shorts. Certainly, the girls could handle shorts.

But when I walked into the bathroom and saw Rachel’s eyes widen and her cheeks redden, I reconsidered. Okay, maybe they were a little more revealing than shorts. Way better than briefs though.

Ignoring Rachel’s discomfort, I glanced around the room. Jenny had set up lights and weird filters everywhere, and had a huge, complicated-looking camera hanging around her neck. She pursed her lips at the lack of a towel around me, then shook her head and motioned to where there were about two dozen towels on the floor in front of the shower…I had no idea why. “Stand there please,” she said, her voice very professional.

I stepped where she indicated, then turned around and pointed at the shower behind me. “Okay, do you want me to hop in, or should I—”

Camera ready, Jenny interrupted me. “Nope, we got it.” And then, before I could do or say anything, Rachel tossed a bucket of water on me.

“Holy fucking shit!” I yelled. The water was ice fucking cold. I stood there shaking, water dripping everywhere, my mouth open in shock as Jenny snapped pictures and Rachel giggled, her cheeks flaming red now. “What the fuck, Jenny! You could have used warm water,” I grumbled, finally realizing what all the towels were for. “Jesus.”