Back at the location

One week had passed since the mask party.

Lisa stood in front of the event location with an uneasy feeling. She had only brought the red bikini — the green lingerie set she had thrown away right after the party because it felt too disgusting to her.

The owner was not there yet. Jan was already waiting for her in the large main room and greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hey Lisa. Nice that you came. Today we’re doing a relaxed shooting under the shower first. Just you in the red bikini. Nothing crazy.”

Lisa changed. She was wearing only the red bikini again. Jan led her into the center of the room where the large open shower was. He turned on the water — warm but not too hot — and began taking photos.

At first completely innocently: Lisa stood under the stream, laughed, tilted her head back. Jan praised her constantly.

“Perfect. Now a bit more pose.”

He handed her a glass of sparkling wine.

“Take a sip. It’ll loosen you up.”

Lisa took a big sip, then another. The **** took effect. The tension slowly left her. She laughed more, moved more freely, stretched under the water stream, and let her hands glide slowly over her wet body.

The owner finally arrived. He greeted Lisa politely and stood next to Jan. The two men spoke quietly while Lisa continued posing under the shower.

Then they waved her over.

Jan explained calmly and matter-of-factly:

“We just talked about your outstanding bills from the party. The location and the whole organization weren’t cheap. We’ve come up with something to balance that out.”

The owner nodded and looked directly at Lisa. His voice was friendly but firm.

“In addition to the regular red bikini shootings, we’d like to offer you to do a few photos with the green mask and the green lingerie slip but topless. Just two or three times. That would be a big help for us and you'll be debt-free.”

Lisa hesitated only briefly. The arousal of the past days and the distraction she desperately needed made her nod.

“Okay… I’ll do it.”

She blushed and added quietly:

“Only… I don’t have the green set anymore. . I lost it.”

The owner frowned briefly, then smiled slightly amused and a little disappointed.

The owner said loudly, “Oh Lisa, those were really expensive. Let me see if I can find something else… but for that, you owe me something.”

Internally, he laughed. Of course he had several more sets from Jan, but he deliberately wanted to humiliate her, so he only handed her the mask.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have anything else left. Then you’ll have to go bottomless too.”

He held up his phone and showed Lisa a photo: herself, naked, wearing the green mask, in the arms of the two women. Lisa turned bright red.

“That… that was just fun… and I had the mask on…”

Jan smiled reassuringly.

“They’re just photos, Lisa. Nobody will really recognize you.”

Exactly at that moment another model arrived — Peter, the male model from the car wash action. He wore a black mask and tight black shorts. Lisa did not recognize him.

The owner explained: “You’ll do a little bed scene together. Completely relaxed, just dry runs.”

Jan noticed how Lisa’s gaze lingered on Peter’s crotch. He grinned inwardly.

“Just dry runs, Lisa,” he said loudly and winked. Everyone laughed. Lisa blushed and felt her arousal rise again immediately.

They started innocently enough.

Jan had them lie down on the large bed under a thin white sheet. Lisa and Peter played a loving couple — soft touches, gentle caresses, nothing too explicit at first. Peter’s hand rested on her waist, hers on his chest. They smiled at each other, faces close, as Jan took photos from different angles.

“Perfect,” Jan said calmly. “Now a bit more intimate. Peter, slide your hand slowly over her back. Lisa, tilt your head back a little.”

Peter followed the instructions perfectly. His hand moved under the sheet, stroking her lower back, then gliding lower, “accidentally” brushing the curve of her ass. Lisa shivered but didn’t pull away. Under the sheet everything was hidden, so she told herself it was still professional.

Peter leaned in and kissed her neck softly, just below the ear. His lips were warm and lingering. Lisa closed her eyes and let out a quiet breath. The kiss sent a spark straight between her legs.

Lisa’s inner thoughts:

God… that feels so good… just a little kiss on the neck and I’m already getting wet again…

Jan kept directing them calmly.

“Peter, move your hand over her hip… yes, like that. Lisa, arch your back a little.”

Peter’s hand slid further, “accidentally” brushing the side of her breast, then down to her inner thigh. Every touch was disguised as part of the pose, but he was deliberately teasing her sensitive spots. Lisa’s breathing grew heavier. She was getting warmer, her nipples hardening noticeably under the thin sheet.

The more Peter touched her, the more she wanted. She started moving on her own — pressing her body closer to his, subtly grinding against him under the sheet. Her hand wandered over his chest, then lower, brushing over the growing bulge in his shorts.

Finally, Lisa couldn’t take it anymore. She kicked the sheet away. The thin fabric slid off her half body. Her nipples were rock-hard, dark and stiff, pointing straight up. Her chest rose and fell quickly with every breath.

Under the blanket: Peter’s erection had grown so much that the swollen head of his cock was now clearly peeking out of the waistband of his tight black shorts, glistening with a drop of precum. Lisa’s eyes widened as her gaze dropped involuntarily between Peter’s legs.

Peter’s erection had grown so much that the swollen, leaking head of his thick cock was now clearly peeking out of the waistband of his tight black shorts. The fat, dark-red glans was fully exposed, glistening wetly. A thick, shiny drop of precum had already formed at the slit and was slowly dripping down the underside of his shaft in a long, glistening string.

Lisa stared.

Her breath caught in her throat. She could see every detail: the way the head pulsed, the thick vein running along the top of his cock, the way the precum stretched and broke, falling onto his shorts. It was so close, so real, so obscenely hard.

Lisa’s inner thoughts: Oh my God… look at that… it’s so thick… the head is literally leaking… I can see it throbbing… He’s so hard because of me… because of my body… I shouldn’t stare… but I can’t look away… it’s dripping… fuck, it’s dripping for me… Her pussy clenched hard. A fresh wave of wetness flooded between her legs. Her nipples tightened even more, almost aching. She felt her cheeks burn with shame, but she couldn’t stop looking at the fat, leaking cockhead that was now openly exposed just inches from her body.

Peter noticed her stare. He didn’t pull his shorts up. Instead, he shifted his hips slightly, making his cock twitch and another thick drop of precum ooze out.

Lisa’s mouth went dry. She swallowed hard, her eyes still fixed on the glistening tip.