SPA

After a gruelling day of cheerleading at the stadium, I woke up the next morning feeling both exhausted and strangely hyper. My OnlyFans account – which I still knew nothing about – had quietly raked in over a million euros in revenue over the past few weeks. So I’d have more than enough money. Unfortunately, though, someone else has it. That’s why I simply had to go somewhere without paying.

I wanted something special. And I wanted to do some promotion. So I sent a message to the “Red Lagoon Luxury Spa”:

“I’m Lisa, the influencer in the red bikini. I’d love to come and relax at your spa and, in return, do a big photoshoot and promote your business. I have 50,000 followers. What do you think?”

The reply came within an hour:

“We’d love to! Tomorrow at 2 pm. We’ll do an exclusive photoshoot and a short massage workshop. All free of charge for you. It’s men’s day tomorrow – there’ll be exclusively male guests. Is that OK with you?”

I hesitated briefly. Only men? But then I thought: “What’s the worst that could happen?”

The next day I went there. Underneath a light white dress, I was wearing my bright red triangle bikini – my trademark.

Jan was already waiting in the entrance area.

“Perfect that you’re here. First we’ll do a detailed photo shoot throughout the spa. Afterwards there’ll be a short massage workshop with selected guests. It’s all very exclusive.”

The spa was beautiful – lots of marble, warm lighting, palm trees. And sure enough: there were only men there. About 50–60 gentlemen aged between 25 and 55. Many were wearing the red fan glasses that had since been handed out everywhere. The owner said it was particularly busy because of my announcement. They’d had to turn people away. From my perspective, that’s great news. I know nothing about my “additional offer”.

Jan led me to the first area – the large infinity pool overlooking the sea.

“First series: By the pool. Just pose naturally.”

I took off the dress and stood there in the red bikini. Jan started taking photos. By the pool, I sat on the edge, dangled my legs in the water, leaned back and propped myself up on my arms. The bikini was tight. My full breasts were pushed upwards; the underside showed slight, soft folds of skin. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric.

On the sun lounger, I lay on my stomach, turned my head to one side, and stretched one leg out slightly. The red bikini bottoms cut slightly into my buttocks. The curve of my arse was perfectly accentuated. Jan moved in close and took photos from diagonally behind. In front of the sauna, I stood with my back to the camera, looking over my shoulder, one hand on the doorframe. Sweat was already running down my body. The bikini clung wetly to my skin. You could see every curve of my bum, the cleft between my cheeks, the slight bulge of my labia beneath the fabric.

After ten minutes, he shook his head and lowered the camera.

“Lisa, this isn’t working,” he said, clearly dissatisfied. “The photos are boring.” We’ve had simple boob and bum photos a thousand times before, he thought. “People want something different. There’s no story, there’s no interaction. You need to interact more with the guests.”

I looked at him in surprise. “What do you mean by that?”

Jan thought for a moment, then his face lit up.

“We’re changing the concept. We’ll pretend you work here. As if this were your job. You’re the new ‘Red Lagoon Girl’. You’ll serve the guests, bring drinks, make small talk, pose with them. That’ll bring life and a story to the photos.”

He turned to the male guests, who had approached curiously.

“From now on, Lisa is officially part of the team. She’s working here today. You’re allowed to interact with her – take photos, chat to her, ‘keep her busy’ a bit. All within reason, of course.”

The men grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

Jan looked at me.

“You’re not just a model anymore. You’re the new employee. Show the guests how friendly and attentive you are. And don’t mind being touched a bit – for the photos. It brings the pictures to life.”

I swallowed. My pulse quickened. I’d actually just wanted to relax, but the thought of ‘working’ all afternoon and interacting with all those men made me nervous and strangely excited at the same time.

“Okay…,” I said quietly. “Let’s get started then.”

Jan smiled contentedly and raised the camera again.

“Perfect. And remember: more interaction. The guests should have fun.”

The first men approached immediately. One asked for a photo with me by the poolside. He placed his hand on my waist, then a little lower on my bottom. Another wanted a selfie whilst I brought him a drink – his hand ‘accidentally’ on my thigh.

I smiled, posed, let him touch me.

Jan photographed non-stop, muttering over and over: “Just like that… more of that… let them play with you…”

I felt my nipples harden and a slow warmth and dampness between my legs.

The shoot had only just really begun.

And it was set to get a lot more interactive.