Ball pit

Two days later, Jan picked Lisa up right on time. He was friendly, almost caring, and treated her like a colleague.

“You look good,” he said as she got into the car. “The break did you good. Today is going to be really relaxed. Just a few nice photos in the ball pit room. Nothing crazy.”

Lisa nodded and smiled weakly. She was wearing a loose hoodie and leggings, with the red bikini underneath. Her body was still in turmoil. The event location was a little outside the city in an old industrial building. From the outside it looked unremarkable, but inside it was a labyrinth of professionally equipped themed rooms.

Jan led her into the ball pit room. It was a large, bright room completely filled with thousands of white and black plastic balls. The walls were padded with soft foam, and the lighting was warm and friendly.

“Here we are,” said Jan. “I’d suggest a few cheerful, playful pictures for your website. You can just let loose. No pressure.”

Lisa took off her hoodie. Underneath she was wearing only the red bikini. She carefully stepped into the ball pit. The balls were cool and slid over her bare skin. Every movement made her shiver slightly—the balls touched her thighs, brushed her ass, and pressed between her legs.

Jan began photographing.

At first completely innocently: Lisa sat in the ball pit, laughed, and threw balls into the air. Then it became more playful. She lay on her back, arms above her head, legs slightly spread. The balls slid aside and revealed her body. Jan photographed from different angles.

“Perfect,” he praised. “Now a few dynamic poses.”

Lisa dove deeper, let herself fall, and surfaced again. The balls glided over her breasts, her stomach, and her ass.

Jan’s inner monologue: …she dives so innocently into the balls, lets herself fall and surfaces again, as if she were only doing a harmless photoshoot. But with the red filter… fuck. It looks like she’s completely naked. Her pussy flashes with every surfacing, her labia slightly spread, her ass round and firm, her tits jiggling freely. Perfect for OnlyFans—the pictures will keep the subscribers hooked. She has no idea how obscene this looks with the filter… and that’s exactly how it should stay. I’ll continue selling the video from the car show only individually and personalized, so nothing gets out of control.

Jan let her play for a few more minutes, then the owner of the location came over—a tall, friendly man in his mid-forties with a short beard. He smiled as he saw her pictures with the filter on Jan’s monitor.

“Wow, that looks really good,” he said appreciatively. “Lisa, you’re exactly the right one for this room. Wouldn’t you like to do more advertising for us?

“Would you be interested in shooting the other rooms for us too? Just a few promotional photos per room. We’d of course pay you well for it, you’d get today’s fee back, and you’d have free access to all the rooms for future shoots.”

Lisa hesitated. On the way in she had seen great rooms like mirror rooms, color-coordinated rooms, and pillow rooms, but also **** rooms with BDSM and fetish setups. She was interested but started negotiating. The owner said it was all or nothing. Either in every room or not at all. He suggested showing her around.

“It’s just photos,” Jan said softly. “Nothing you don’t want to do. And it would really be great advertising for you.”

Lisa thought about her bank account, the distraction, and the arousal she could barely handle at home anymore. She nodded slowly. “Okay… I’ll do it. But really just photos.”

The owner smiled contentedly.

“Great. Then we’ll do the first shots in the other rooms tomorrow. Today let’s just enjoy the ball pit.”