climbing park

Lisa was happy — happier than she had been in a long time. That same evening she picked up her phone and texted Lukas:

“Hey… I just wanted to be honest with you. I’ve met someone and things are getting serious. I think it’s better if we don’t keep talking like before.”

She hit send, blocked his number, and felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

From then on she wrote with Peter constantly. Long voice messages, late-night texts, filthy fantasies traded back and forth. They started doing video calls where they masturbated together on camera — Peter stroking his thick cock while Lisa fingered herself and moaned his name, both of them getting off on the other’s pleasure. Peter was slowly developing real feelings for her, deeper than just the incredible sex, but he also genuinely enjoyed working with Jan. The money was good, the shoots were fun, and he trusted the guy.

Jan, meanwhile, had a plan. One evening he pulled Peter aside and grinned. “For the next red-bikini shoot at the climbing park, I want to surprise her. How about you gift her a vibrating egg? I’ll control it remotely while she’s on the wall. She’ll come right there in front of the camera and she’ll never see it coming.”

Peter, a little naïve about Jan’s full intentions, thought it sounded hot. Since he couldn’t make it to the shoot himself, he suggested it to Lisa the next day. “Jan told me about the climbing park shoot. I can’t be there… but maybe you’d wear a little vibrating egg for me? I’d love to know you’re thinking of me the whole time.”

Lisa’s cheeks flushed instantly. She bit her lip and typed back without hesitation: “Yes. Absolutely. I want to do it for you.” Peter sent the small, smooth pink egg the very next day. Lisa charged it, tested it once in private, and smiled at the thought of him controlling her pleasure from afar.

When the day of the shoot arrived, Lisa stepped out of the changing tent expecting to be alone with the crew. Instead she froze. Silke and Susi were already there, laughing and stretching in their own tiny bikinis. While Lisa and Susi locked eyes in an icy glare — the memory of the carwash still burning between them — Jan strolled over with his usual easy smile.

“Hey, beautiful. Ready?”

Lisa crossed her arms. “I thought I was shooting alone today. I don’t want to work with them again.”

Jan shrugged, completely unfazed. “You’re here to pay off the rest of your debts, remember? The girls were booked by the owner. Besides, you’ll be at completely different spots on the climbing pyramid — nothing to see, no interaction. Just hot solo shots of you looking like a goddess on the wall.”

Lisa hesitated, but the memory of the money she still owed made her nod. “Fine. I’ll change.”

While she was in the tent, Silke quietly swapped out Lisa’s normal red bikini bottoms with a crotchless pair — the fabric framing her pussy and ass but leaving both holes completely exposed. Lisa, excited and already wearing the egg deep inside her, didn’t notice a thing as she pulled the bottoms on. The thin red material settled perfectly over her hips, the secret opening hidden between her legs.

She stepped out feeling sexy and confident. A tall, muscular guy from the crew approached with the climbing harness.

“Let me help you with that,” he said politely, kneeling down to strap the padded belts around her thighs and waist. His hands were professional, but Lisa still felt a little thrill as the straps tightened snugly around her body, pressing the egg even deeper.
It was already evening. The huge climbing hall was mostly dark, the overhead lights turned low to create a dramatic, intimate atmosphere. Only the powerful floor-mounted spotlights remained on, beaming straight upward and bathing the climbing wall — and whoever was on it — in bright, unforgiving light.

Before the actual shoot started, Jan made everyone run one final equipment check. Cameras were tested, lights adjusted, remote triggers synced. A few test shots were taken while Lisa stood at the base of the wall, stretching and getting used to the harness.

She could feel the climbing gear very intensely on her body. The thick, padded straps dug snugly into her thighs and around her waist, pressing firmly against her skin and accentuating every curve. It felt tight, almost possessive — a constant reminder of how exposed and held she was. The little vibrating egg Peter had sent her was still nestled deep inside her pussy, and every little movement made her acutely aware of it.

What she didn’t feel at all was the way the crotchless red bikini bottoms Silke had secretly swapped in had shifted. The thin fabric had parted completely at the crotch the moment the harness tightened, leaving her smooth, shaved pussy and tight little asshole fully on display to anyone looking up from below.

Jan dropped low with his main camera, zoomed in hard, and the lens captured every intimate detail in razor-sharp clarity — the soft, pink folds of her pussy lips, the tiny glistening drops of arousal already forming, even the fine little hairs along her smooth labia. He smirked behind the viewfinder.

“Jesus Christ… that’s fucking perfect,” he muttered under his breath.

Silke and Susi noticed immediately. They exchanged a quick, wicked glance and burst out laughing, not even trying to hide it. A crowd of spectators from the company — staff members, technicians, and a few of the owner’s friends — had gathered at the base of the wall. They were all staring straight up, eyes wide and hungry, openly drinking in the sight of Lisa’s completely exposed holes.

And it got even worse.

The entire upper part of the hall was made of a massive glass front. Because the inside was brightly lit by the spotlights while the outside world remained dark, Lisa’s body was perfectly visible from the parking lot and the walkway beyond. A small group of people had already stopped outside, phones in hand, openly staring at the erotic show happening inside the illuminated hall.

Lisa had no idea yet just how much she was on full, humiliating display. She rolled her shoulders, adjusted the harness one last time, and felt a fresh rush of excitement at the thought of Peter controlling the egg later.

Jan’s voice cut through the hall, casual and professional:

“Alright, Lisa. you look sexy, look confident.”

The client had specifically asked for more dynamism in the shots — something raw, competitive, and full of movement. That was exactly why Jan had set up the little race. All three routes on the climbing wall had been deliberately chosen to be easy: beginner-friendly holds, gentle overhangs, nothing technical. But Lisa, standing at the base in her harness, felt like her line on the right side was almost too easy — big, chunky grips, perfect for quick, powerful moves. She could practically sprint up it.

She turned toward Susi with a confident, teasing smirk, the bright spotlights from below making her skin glow and casting dramatic shadows across her body. The crotchless bikini bottoms were still doing their secret work — her smooth pussy and tight little asshole completely exposed to every upward glance from the spectators and Jan’s low-angle camera.

Susi smirked from a few meters away, eyes flicking over Lisa’s body like she was sizing up prey. She stepped closer, voice sweet but sharp.

“Wanna make it interesting? Little race to the top of the wall. First one there wins… loser has to do whatever the winner says. One task. Deal?”

"So… the winner really gets to decide everything?” Lisa called out loud enough for everyone to hear, her voice dripping with challenge. “No exceptions? Whatever the winner wants, the loser has to do — right here, right now?” Susi crossed her arms under her tits, pushing them up in the tiny bikini top, and grinned back with pure arrogance. “Damn right. No exceptions.”

To Lisa’s surprise, Silke — who had been quietly watching from the side — stepped forward with a wicked little laugh and nodded. “Yeah… I’m in too,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Winner takes all. No backing out.”

Lisa’s pulse quickened. She hadn’t expected Silke to jump on board, but the agreement sent a fresh rush of adrenaline — and a hint of nervous excitement — through her.

All three women nodded.

Lisa rolled her shoulders, gripped the first hold, and shot Susi one last provocative look.

“Hope you’re ready to lose, princess,” she said sweetly, throwing Susi’s own mocking nickname right back at her.

Susi just laughed darkly.

“Climb fast, slut. Because when I win… you’re going to regret that big mouth of yours.”

Jan stepped back, raised his camera again, and called out:

“On three. One… two…”

The hall fell into a charged silence, the only sound the low hum of the spotlights and the distant murmur of the watching crowd — both inside and outside the glass wall, phones already raised, eyes locked on the three barely-dressed bodies about to race up the illuminated wall.