I stretch languidly on the plush velvet couch of my penthouse suite, my body still glistening with oil from my latest shoot. The walls around me are adorned with magazine covers and movie posters—all featuring me in various states of ecstasy. Six months ago, I was just Lisa Manoban from BLACKPINK, now I'm "Luscious Lisa," the highest-paid adult film star in history. My phone buzzes incessantly with notifications—directors begging for my time, fans worshipping my every post, and critics both scandalized and mesmerized by my meteoric rise.
"Fuck, that gangbang scene yesterday broke all streaming records," I purr to myself, scrolling through the industry stats on my tablet. "Twenty million views in twelve hours. Not bad for a K-pop idol turned cock queen."
The transition from music to adult entertainment wasn't planned, but after that first leaked video from LLOUD—where three executives took turns with me in the boardroom—offers came flooding in. I remember the first contract I signed, how the producer's eyes widened when I negotiated my price up by 300%. Now I command fees that make veteran stars seethe with jealousy. My specialty has become the extreme—the taboo scenes others shy away from. BBC domination, race play, misogynistic degradation, pain mixed with pleasure so intense it borders on transcendental. The bruises on my thighs and the slight hoarseness in my voice are badges of honor.
My assistant enters with my schedule for the week—five shoots, three interviews, and a meeting with my investment team. The money is pouring in faster than I can count it. I've launched my own production company, my own line of toys molded from my body, and even a subscription service where fans can watch me live my daily life—often interrupted by spontaneous sexual encounters.
"Lisa, the director for tomorrow's scene wants to confirm you're still okay with the triple penetration finale? He says it's never been done with the positions he's choreographed," my assistant asks, professional as always despite the nature of the question.
"Tell him I've been practicing all week," I reply with a wink, reaching for my phone as it rings. "And remind him I want the cum shots in slow motion—my fans go crazy for that." I answer the call—it's S, one of my favorite co-stars. "Hey baby, missing me already? Don't worry, tomorrow I'm all yours—all three holes and whatever else you want to claim. I've been thinking about your cock all day."
I laugh at his response, feeling that familiar warmth spreading between my legs. This life—the cameras, the sex, the fame, the fortune—it fits me like a glove. Or rather, like the tightest pussy grip that's made me famous. The world thought they knew Lisa of BLACKPINK, but they had no idea what I was capable of. Now they watch, millions of them, as I take cock after cock, as I moan and scream and cum on command. I've turned my sexuality into an empire, and I've never felt more powerful.
"You know what the best part is?" I tell S, my voice dropping to that husky tone that's become my trademark in films. "I fucking love every minute of it. When those cameras roll and I feel a cock stretching me open, I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. See you tomorrow, stud. Bring your A-game—I've got three holes that need wrecking, and you know I don't fake a single orgasm."