What is the responsibilities of the member of The Host Committee of The Met gala? What is this Hidden Room in Met??
The Hidden Room in MET pt.3
The second my white pants were yanked down my legs and tossed aside carelessly, leaving me completely naked before all fourteen men, I felt a rush of pure euphoria flood through my body. Before I could even process being fully exposed, strong hands grabbed me - I think it was Damson and Lewis together - and literally threw me onto the center of that massive bed like I weighed nothing. My body bounced on the plush surface, and immediately I was surrounded by hard, leaking cocks from every angle. Bad Bunny, Fai Khadra, and Shaboozey crowded around my upper body, their thick dicks already out and demanding attention, while I felt other hands roughly spreading my legs apart. The sensation of Colman Domingo's tongue suddenly dragging up my inner thigh made me try to moan, but the sound was completely muffled because ASAP Rocky had already pushed his cock past my lips, filling my mouth completely.
I couldn't see everything that was happening to my lower body because Rocky's thighs blocked my vision as he straddled my chest, his weight pressing down on my ribcage as he started fucking my face with deliberate, deep thrusts. But oh god, I could feel everything - Jeremy Pope's mouth sucking hard on my clit while someone else's fingers - maybe Samuel Hine's? - spread my pussy lips apart to expose me completely. Another tongue joined Jeremy's, and I realized with a jolt of pleasure that multiple men were taking turns tasting me, treating my clit like their new favorite toy to play with. My hands weren't idle either - I'd immediately reached out blindly and wrapped my fingers around two hard cocks on either side of me, stroking them eagerly even as my mouth was being used.
"Fuck, her mouth is incredible," Rocky groaned above me, his hands tangling in my hair as he thrust deeper, making my throat constrict around him. "No gag reflex at all, this slut was made for facefucking."
After what felt like three minutes of Rocky using my throat - his weight making it slightly difficult to breathe, which only added to my arousal - he pulled out with a wet pop and immediately Wisdom Kaye took his place. Wisdom was heavier, his weight pressing down more firmly on my chest as he pushed his cock into my eager mouth, and I hollowed my cheeks instantly to suck him properly. Through watery eyes, I could see the other men surrounding the bed, some of them stroking themselves while watching, others laughing and talking excitedly about what they were going to do to me.
"I'm gonna fuck that tight pussy while Damson takes her ass," Paul Anthony Kelly was saying enthusiastically, his hand wrapped around his impressive cock as he watched Diplo and Kareem take turns licking and sucking my clit.
"Bro, we should definitely spit-roast her at some point," Adam Badaiwi added with a grin, taking a swig of champagne before passing the bottle to Fai. "I want to see how deep I can get down her throat while someone's pounding her from behind."
I wanted to respond, to tell them yes, god yes, do all of that and more, but I literally couldn't speak - not even for a microsecond. The moment Wisdom pulled out of my mouth, Colman Domingo was already there, his cock sliding past my lips before I could catch my breath. His weight settled on my chest differently than the others, and he fucked my face slower but deeper, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my pussy clench around the fingers that were now pumping in and out of me - I think Lewis had moved down there to join the party. My jaw was already starting to ache from being stretched so wide, my throat felt raw from the constant penetration, and I'd lost track of whose cocks I was stroking with my hands because they kept rotating positions. But I'd never been happier in my entire life.
"Look at her, she's fucking loving this," Bad Bunny laughed, his hand stroking his cock lazily as he waited for his turn at my mouth. "Eyes rolling back, pussy dripping wet, moaning around every dick that fucks her throat. This is exactly what she was made for."
The casual way they talked about me like I was their shared fuck toy while actively using my body made fresh wetness gush from my pussy, and I felt someone - maybe Shaboozey - lap it up eagerly before his tongue returned to torturing my swollen clit. The room was filled with masculine laughter, groans of pleasure, the wet sounds of my mouth being fucked and my pussy being played with, and the excited chatter of men planning exactly how they were going to ruin me for the rest of the night. This was heaven. This was everything I'd ever fantasized about. And we were just getting started.
The constant rotation had me in a state of complete bliss - my mouth being fucked by one gorgeous cock after another while my pussy was being worshipped by multiple talented tongues and fingers. Damson had just finished eating me out, pulling back with my wetness coating his lips and chin as he groaned appreciatively. I felt him lean over to let Fai take his place between my thighs, and god, Fai's tongue was fucking magic as he licked a long stripe up my slit before focusing on my swollen clit. Meanwhile, Samuel Hine was currently fucking my throat, his cock hitting the back repeatedly as I moaned around him. When he finally pulled out to switch with Kareem, I gasped for air and managed to get out half a sentence before the next cock filled my mouth.
"Are you all loving how I taste? Because I can tell from your faces that my pussy is—mmmphhh!" My smug question was cut off completely as Kareem pushed his thick cock past my lips with a laugh, and the entire group erupted in amused chuckles at my expense.
"Poor baby girl can't even finish a sentence," Bad Bunny teased from somewhere near my head, his hand stroking my hair affectionately even as Kareem used my mouth roughly. "But yes, Lisa, we're fucking loving your juices. You taste like heaven, and we want more. Give us more of that sweet pussy, make a mess all over our faces."
"Yo, I still can't believe we're gangbanging THE Lisa from BLACKPINK right now," Paul Anthony Kelly said with a delighted laugh as he moved down to join the rotation on my pussy, his fingers spreading my lips apart to examine me. "Like, millions of fans would lose their minds knowing their idol is being passed around like the perfect little slut she is."
Lewis Hamilton, who was currently stroking his cock while waiting for his turn at my mouth, grinned wickedly at that comment. "That just makes it hotter, honestly. Knowing she's this internationally famous superstar, fashion icon, and she's here letting all fourteen of us use every hole. That's commitment to being the world's best slut."
I moaned loudly around Kareem's cock at their words, my pussy clenching and gushing more wetness that I felt Wisdom Kaye lap up eagerly as he took his turn between my legs. My hands were still wrapped around two other cocks - I think Jeremy Pope and Diplo - stroking them steadily even as my entire body was being used. The casual way they discussed my BLACKPINK fame while actively degrading and using me made me feel so perfectly objectified, like I was exactly what I'd always wanted to be - their collective fuck toy who existed solely for their pleasure. When Kareem finally pulled out of my mouth with a groan, Adam Badaiwi immediately replaced him, and I opened wide eagerly, my tongue already out to welcome his cock like the shameless cumslut I was.
The rotation had found its perfect rhythm now - those who finished their turn worshipping my pussy would walk around to join the queue at my mouth, while those who'd just fucked my throat would move down between my spread legs to taste me. It was like a beautiful, filthy assembly line where I was the product being sampled and enjoyed by everyone. Music filled the room now - someone had connected their phone to a speaker, and the bass-heavy beats added to the charged atmosphere. Lewis Hamilton's cock was currently buried deep in my throat, his massive hands gripping my hair as he used my mouth with powerful thrusts that made my eyes water. I could feel his ring against my scalp as he held me in place, and god, that somehow made it even hotter. Meanwhile, Colman Domingo and Shaboozey were both between my legs, their fingers spreading my pussy lips apart as they took turns licking and sucking, clearly fascinated by how wet I was for them.
Through my peripheral vision and the brief moments when I could actually see past whoever was fucking my face, I caught sight of Bad Bunny, Damson Idris, and ASAP Rocky standing together near the foot of the bed, their hard cocks out as they literally compared sizes with amused grins. The casual masculinity of it, the way they were treating this whole night like a fun party with their friends while I was the entertainment, made my pussy gush even more wetness.
"Bro, I'm definitely going deeper," Damson declared confidently, holding his impressively long cock next to Rocky's. "Look at this length, I'm gonna hit her cervix and make her scream around whatever dick is in her mouth at the time."
"Yeah, but I'm thicker," Rocky countered with a laugh, gesturing to his girthy shaft. "I'm gonna stretch this tight little pussy out, gape her wide open so everyone else after me has an easier time sliding in. You're welcome, by the way."
Their playful competition made several of the other men laugh, and I would have laughed too if my mouth wasn't currently stuffed full of Lewis's thick cock. Shaboozey pulled back from my pussy, his fingers still inside me as he looked up with an expression of genuine surprise and excitement.
"Yo, she's actually really fucking tight," he announced to the group, pumping his fingers slowly and feeling my walls clench around him. "Like, surprisingly tight for someone who's clearly done this before. This is gonna feel incredible."
Lewis pulled his cock from my mouth just enough to let me gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his tip, and he nodded in agreement. "I was fingering her earlier during my turn at her pussy, and yeah, she's tight as fuck. Her pussy was gripping my fingers like a vice. All fourteen of us are about to enjoy that same tightness wrapped around our cocks." He pushed back into my mouth before I could respond, groaning as my throat contracted around him. "Gonna be so much fun ruining this perfect little hole."
The casual way they discussed my body's attributes while continuing to use me made me moan loudly around Lewis's shaft, my hips bucking up against Shaboozey's hand involuntarily. Jeremy Pope had joined the rotation at my pussy now, his tongue replacing Shaboozey's fingers as he ate me out with enthusiasm, occasionally pulling back to comment on my taste. My hands found two more cocks - I think Fai Khadra and Paul Anthony Kelly - and I stroked them eagerly, wanting every single man to feel pleasure from my body simultaneously. The music thumped in the background, mixing with masculine laughter, dirty comments about what they were going to do to me next, and the obscenely wet sounds of my mouth and pussy being thoroughly used. This was everything I'd ever wanted - being the center of attention for the most incredible men, existing solely as their shared pleasure toy, knowing that the entire night stretched ahead of us with endless possibilities for how they'd wreck me. I was already so close to my first orgasm, and we'd barely even started.
The moment ASAP Rocky pulled his cock from my mouth for what had to be his fourth turn, and I felt the other men finally stepping back from between my legs after countless rounds of worship, I knew something was shifting. My entire face was sticky and messy with their pre-cum, my lips swollen and glistening, my throat raw but satisfied. When Fai Khadra and Damson Idris suddenly stepped forward with matching grins of determination, Fai threw his hands up dramatically.
"Alright, that's it! It's time we actually fuck this gorgeous slut because I can't take it anymore," Fai announced loudly, his cock hard and leaking as he gestured to my thoroughly used body on the bed. "There's literally no reason we shouldn't be inside her right now!"
The reaction was instantaneous and chaotic - all fourteen men screamed and shouted in agreement, jumping and celebrating like their favorite team just scored. ASAP Rocky, who was still on the bed near my chest from his recent turn at my mouth, literally jumped up and down in excitement, his weight bouncing on my ribcage and making it slightly difficult to breathe for a moment. I gasped and laughed at the same time, the pure masculine energy and enthusiasm filling the room making my heart race even faster. They all started climbing off the bed, giving me space as they surrounded me in a circle, their eyes hungry and expectant.
"Get into position, baby girl," Lewis Hamilton commanded with that sexy accent of his, stroking his impressive cock as he watched me. "Show us how you want to be fucked first."
But I wasn't ready to move into position just yet - not when my entire face was painted with their delicious pre-cum. Instead, I giggled - a shameless, naughty sound - and brought my fingers to my lips, slowly collecting the sticky wetness that coated my mouth and chin. A huge provocative smile spread across my face as I made deliberate eye contact with the circle of men surrounding me, watching their expressions shift from impatient to transfixed as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean with an exaggerated moan of pleasure. My eyes fluttered closed as I savored the taste, genuine bliss washing over my features as I licked every drop from my fingers before reaching up to collect more from my cheeks.
"Fuck, look at her," Colman Domingo groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he watched me sensually clean my face. "She's actually getting off on tasting all of us mixed together. This woman is unreal."
I moaned again, this time recognizing Damson's distinct taste on my fingertips - slightly sweet and musky, exactly like I remembered from that wild night after the Golden Globes when we'd snuck away to a private room and he'd fucked my face until I was dizzy.
My tongue swirled around my fingers as I collected more, finding Bad Bunny's familiar taste next - I'd know that anywhere after our Tokyo backstage encounter - and then Fai's, which I'd sampled during a drunken night in Paris months ago. Each taste brought back memories of those encounters, and I savored them all while putting on a show for these incredible men, taking my time to lick every trace of their pre-cum from my face, moaning and sighing with genuine appreciation.
"Jesus Christ, she's recognizing our tastes," Bad Bunny said with an amazed laugh, shaking his head as he watched me. "She just moaned extra loud when she got to mine. Lisa, you're making us so fucking hard right now, baby. But come on, we need you in position. We need to be inside you."
I finally opened my eyes, my fingers still at my lips as I sucked them one more time, and gave them all the most shameless smile I could manage. "Mmm, you all taste so fucking good. I could do this all night." But I could see the desperate need in their eyes, the way every cock in the room was rock hard and leaking, and I knew it was time to give them what they - what we all - desperately needed. Time to finally get fucked by all fourteen of these gorgeous men.
I slowly crawled across the massive bed on my hands and knees, deliberately taking my time to give all fourteen men a show as I moved.
My body was already trembling with anticipation, every nerve ending on fire from the extended foreplay. When I reached what felt like the center of the bed, I arched my back deeply and lowered my chest down to the mattress, presenting my ass high in the air.
And then getting into the perfect doggy style
and then I wiggled my ass - a shameless, provocative invitation
- spreading my knees wider to give them the perfect view of my dripping wet pussy and tight asshole.
Both holes were glistening with my arousal and their saliva from all the attention they'd given me. I looked back over my shoulder with hooded eyes and bit my lip, watching the way every single man in that room stared at me like I was their last meal.
"Holy fuck," Damson Idris breathed out, his hand already moving to stroke his cock faster. "Look at that perfect ass. Look at how fucking wet she is. Baby girl, you're absolutely perfect like this."
Fai Khadra moved first, climbing onto the bed behind me with an eager grin as he ran his hands over the curves of my ass, squeezing and spreading my cheeks to examine both my holes. The possessive touch made me moan and push back against his hands, desperate for more. "Who wants her pussy first, and who wants that gorgeous mouth?" Fai asked the group, his thumb brushing teasingly over my entrance and making me whimper. "Because I'm taking this tight little cunt right fucking now unless someone wants to fight me for it."
"Go for it, bro," Lewis Hamilton said with a laugh, already moving toward the head of the bed where my face was. "I'll take that pretty mouth again. Been dying to feel her throat while someone else is making her moan and scream on a cock."
Bad Bunny, ASAP Rocky, and Samuel Hine all moved closer to the bed too, clearly ready to rotate and use whatever hole became available. The energy in the room had shifted completely - the playful teasing from before was now replaced with raw, hungry need. I felt Fai position himself behind me, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I couldn't help the desperate whine that escaped my throat. Finally. Finally I was about to be fucked by these incredible men. I wiggled my ass again, more urgently this time, silently begging him to just push inside and wreck me.
"Please," I managed to gasp out, my voice hoarse and needy. "Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need all of you to use me, fill me up, destroy me. I've been waiting for this all night - make me your cumslut, make me your fucktoy, just please fucking use me already!"
The moment I felt both Fai's thick cock pressing against my entrance from behind and Lewis positioning himself at my mouth, I knew exactly what was about to happen. They exchanged a look - some unspoken masculine communication - and then in perfect synchronization, they both thrust forward. Fai's cock pushed into my tight pussy while Lewis's shaft drove deep into my throat, and the sudden dual penetration ripped a scream from my very core. But because Lewis was already buried in my mouth, that scream became something else entirely - a vibration that traveled through my throat and wrapped around his cock, making him groan loudly with unexpected pleasure.
"Holy fuck!" Lewis shouted, his fingers tightening in my hair as he felt the vibration. "Guys, listen - whenever someone's fucking her mouth, make sure someone else is pushing into her pussy at the exact same time. When she screams like that, it vibrates on your cock and feels fucking incredible. Best sensation ever."
Behind me, Fai was struggling to push deeper, my walls clenching so tightly around him that even with how wet I was, the penetration required effort. He chuckled breathlessly, the sound filled with excitement rather than frustration as he gripped my hips harder and continued working his way inside inch by inch.
"Jesus Christ, she's so fucking tight," Fai groaned, pulling back slightly before pushing forward again, forcing my body to accommodate his girth. "Like, seriously tight. My cock is struggling to get all the way in, but fuck, it feels amazing. Her pussy is gripping me like she doesn't want to let go."
The other men all moved closer to get a better view, their collective excitement tangible as they watched Fai slowly stretching my pussy open. I could hear their voices, overlapping with enthusiasm and arousal.
"Fuck yeah, stretch that tight hole apart!" ASAP Rocky called out, stroking his cock as he watched. "Make room for the rest of us, bro. We all gotta fit in there tonight."
"Look at how her pussy is stretching around him," Bad Bunny added, moving to stand beside Fai for a better angle. "That's so fucking hot. She's taking it so well even though she's clearly struggling."
I moaned around Lewis's cock, the sound muffled and desperate as I tried to relax my body and take both men deeper. Fai finally bottomed out inside me, his hips flush against my ass, and the feeling of being completely filled at both ends made my entire body tremble. Lewis started moving first, fucking my throat with steady, deep strokes that made my eyes water, while Fai began establishing his own rhythm from behind, each thrust stretching me wider and making those vibrating screams travel through my throat to Lewis's cock. The symphony of masculine groans, dirty encouragement, and the obscene wet sounds of my holes being used filled the Hidden Room, and I knew this was only the beginning of the longest, most intense night of my life.
---- minutes later ----
The rhythm Fai and Lewis established was absolutely devastating in the best possible way. Every time Fai slammed into me balls deep from behind, the force of his thrust sent me jolting forward, taking Lewis's cock straight down my throat in one smooth deepthroat motion. And then when Lewis pulled back and thrust into my mouth again, the momentum pushed my hips back onto Fai's cock, making him bottom out completely inside my pussy. It was a perfect fucking symphony - rough, hard, and relentless from the very start. My body became their instrument, caught between two incredible cocks using me in perfect tandem, and I couldn't do anything except take it and moan like the desperate bitch in heat I was.
But what made this even more incredible was that the other men weren't just standing around watching. Samuel Hine and Kareem Rahma positioned themselves on either side of me on the bed, their hands immediately finding my hanging breasts and squeezing them roughly while I got fucked from both ends. I felt fingers pinching and rolling my nipples - which had turned into tight, sensitive pebbles - making me whimper around Lewis's cock.
"Fuck, her tits feel amazing," Samuel groaned, weighing one breast in his palm before giving it a squeeze that made me moan. "They're so perfect, and look how hard her nipples are. She's loving every second of this."
Adam Badaiwi's hand suddenly appeared between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles around it while Fai continued pounding into me. The added stimulation made my pussy clench involuntarily around Fai's cock, drawing a loud groan from him.
"Holy shit, keep playing with her clit, Adam," Fai gasped out, his rhythm never faltering as he gripped my hips harder. "She just got so much tighter. This pussy is fucking perfect - so wet, so warm, gripping my cock like she never wants to let go."
Colman Domingo joined in too, his hands exploring the curves of my ass and praising my body while Damson Idris ran his fingers through my hair, watching Lewis fuck my throat with an appreciative smile. But what really made this scene so surreal and hot was that the other remaining men - Bad Bunny, ASAP Rocky, Shaboozey, and a few others - had actually moved to the other side of the room where they were dancing, drinking, and genuinely having fun. Music was still playing, and I could hear them laughing and shouting over the bass while I was being thoroughly used as a fuck toy just meters away. The casual nature of it all - the fact that me getting gangbanged was just part of the party, as natural as having a drink or dancing - made everything so much hotter and more intense.
"Yo, Lewis!" Bad Bunny called out from where he was pouring drinks, his voice carrying over the music. "How's that throat feel, bro? She taking you good?"
"Like a fucking dream!" Lewis shouted back, never breaking his rhythm as he fucked my face. "Best throat I've ever had! And these guys playing with her body are making her moan on my cock - feels incredible!"
ASAP Rocky laughed from his spot near the gaming setup, raising his glass in a toast. "That's what I'm talking about! Make good use of our little BLACKPINK slut! We got all night to run through her!"
The combination of being fucked so perfectly by Fai and Lewis, having my breasts and clit stimulated by eager hands, and hearing the casual way they talked about using me while partying in the background pushed me closer and closer to my first orgasm of the night. My entire body was trembling, caught in this perfect storm of pleasure, and I knew when I finally cum, it was going to be explosive.
Later, hearing Lewis casually mention that he'd fucked Rosie made my pussy clench involuntarily around Fai's cock, and I moaned loudly around Lewis's shaft as he continued drilling my throat. The revelation that these men had been with my bandmates too sent a perverse thrill through my entire body. I couldn't respond verbally with my mouth stuffed full of cock, but my eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure as Lewis kept talking.
"Yeah, Rosie's mouth is damn good, guys," Lewis continued conversationally to the others while never breaking his rhythm fucking my face.
"But Lisa here? Fuck, her throat is something else. The way she takes me so deep, the way her tongue works - she's too fucking good. Both BLACKPINK girls know how to suck dick, but Lisa's got that extra something."
From behind me, Fai laughed breathlessly as he pounded into my pussy with renewed vigor, clearly enjoying the comparison talk. "Dude, I've fucked Jennie before too, and don't get me wrong, your girl Jennie's great, Lisa," Fai said, addressing me even though I couldn't respond. "But your pussy? Way tighter, way more fun, way more pleasurable than hers. You're taking my cock so perfectly, baby girl. No wonder you're the one who ended up in the Hidden Room tonight."
The casual way they compared me to Jennie and Rosie should have felt weird or competitive, but instead it just made me impossibly wetter and more aroused. Knowing that these powerful men had sampled multiple members of BLACKPINK and were now using me as their ultimate fuck toy made me feel like I'd won some perverse prize. I moaned again, the vibration traveling through my throat to Lewis's cock, and I felt Adam's fingers on my clit increase their pressure, clearly encouraged by my reaction.
"Yo, that's hot as fuck!" Shaboozey called out from where he was dancing with Bad Bunny and ASAP Rocky. "Y'all really running through BLACKPINK like a catalog! Lisa must feel special being the tightest one!"
Damson Idris, who was still playing with my hair and watching Lewis fuck my throat, chimed in with a grin. "She should feel special. Look at her taking both cocks so perfectly. Rosie and Jennie might be good, but Lisa's the one who's gonna get ruined by all fourteen of us tonight. That's championship level slut behavior right there."
The combination of their words, the relentless double penetration, and the continued stimulation of my breasts and clit was pushing me rapidly toward the edge. My whole body was trembling, sweat coating my skin, and I knew my first massive orgasm of the night was approaching fast. I wanted to scream, to beg, to tell them how much I loved being compared to my bandmates and found superior, but all I could do was moan desperately around Lewis's cock and push back harder onto Fai's shaft, silently begging them to wreck me even more thoroughly.
For the next ten to fifteen minutes, Fai and Lewis absolutely demolished me in perfect synchronization, and I completely lost myself in the rhythm of being their shared fuck toy. Every single thrust from Fai behind me sent me jolting forward onto Lewis's cock, taking him deep into my throat, and then Lewis would push back, forcing my hips backward onto Fai's shaft until he was buried balls deep in my pussy. My body became nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, rocking back and forth between two incredible cocks that used my holes relentlessly. The wet, obscene sounds of my throat being fucked and my pussy being stretched filled the room, mixing with the music and the sounds of the other men partying just meters away.
"Fuck, Lisa, your throat is perfect!" Lewis groaned loudly, his fingers tightening in my hair as he watched his cock disappear between my lips over and over again. "The way you take me so deep every single time - you were made for this, baby. Made to be our perfect little fuck toy!"
Behind me, Fai was equally vocal, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises tomorrow - marks I would wear with absolute pride. "This pussy is fucking incredible! So tight, so wet, gripping my cock like she never wants to let go. You feel how she clenches every time I bottom out? Fuck, I could stay inside her forever!"
Their constant stream of praise and pleasure made my entire body flush with pride and arousal. Knowing I was bringing them this much pleasure, hearing them vocalize exactly how good I felt, made me push back harder and moan louder around Lewis's cock. The vibrations from my moans made Lewis curse and thrust even deeper, creating this perfect feedback loop of pleasure. Meanwhile, Adam Badaiwi's fingers never stopped working my clit, rubbing tight circles that had me trembling and whimpering desperately. Samuel Hine continued squeezing and playing with my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples hard enough to send sharp jolts of pleasure-pain through my body, while Damson Idris ran his fingers through my hair almost tenderly even as Lewis fucked my face roughly.
What made everything even hotter was the casual atmosphere in the rest of the room. I could hear ASAP Rocky and Bad Bunny laughing about something while they played video games, their controllers clicking as they competed against each other. Shaboozey was mixing drinks at the bar, occasionally glancing over to watch me get fucked while he poured shots. Colman Domingo had his phone out, clearly recording parts of the scene for later, and a few others were dancing to the music, drinking and vibing like this was just a normal party. The fact that me being gangbanged was so casual, so normalized among them, made me feel more objectified and used than ever before - and I fucking loved it.
"Yo, Fai, Lewis!" Bad Bunny called out from the gaming area, his voice cutting through the music. "How long you guys gonna keep her before giving the rest of us a turn? We're getting impatient over here!"
"Yeah, seriously!" ASAP Rocky added with a laugh, not even looking away from the screen. "Save some pussy for the rest of us, damn! We all wanna stretch that tight hole!"
Lewis pulled his cock from my throat momentarily, giving me a chance to gasp for air, and I immediately started begging breathlessly, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Don't stop, please don't fucking stop! Use me harder! I'm so close - I need to cum on Fai's cock while choking on yours, Lewis!"
Fai responded by slamming into me even harder, his hips smacking against my ass with brutal force as he chased both our orgasms. "You hear that, boys? Our little BLACKPINK slut is about to cum! Let's make this first one fucking memorable!"
And with that, both men increased their pace impossibly, fucking me with renewed intensity while Adam's fingers worked my clit faster and Samuel twisted my nipples. My entire body tensed, every muscle coiling tight as I felt my orgasm building to an explosive peak, ready to crash over me at any second.
And then my orgasm hit me like a fucking freight train - the most intense climax I'd experienced in months. My entire body seized up violently as waves of pleasure crashed through every nerve ending, making me scream so loudly that even the music couldn't drown it out. I felt myself squirting hard, liquid gushing from my pussy and soaking the bed beneath me as my whole body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably. The sensation was so overwhelming that my muscles clenched and spasmed beyond my control, and suddenly both Fai's and Lewis's cocks slipped right out of my holes as I shook like I was possessed.
Through my orgasm-hazed mind, I heard the casual reactions from around the room - cheers, whistles, and amused laughter that made my heart soar even as I trembled and gasped for air.
"Yaaaay! First orgasm!" Shaboozey shouted from the bar, raising his glass in a mock toast. "Many more to come tonight, baby!"
Bad Bunny and ASAP Rocky barely even looked up from their video game, just laughing and high-fiving each other like my explosive climax was background entertainment. That casual dismissal - the fact that my earth-shattering orgasm was just another fun moment at the party - made me feel so perfectly objectified and used that it almost triggered another wave of pleasure.
Fai and Lewis, however, were right there experiencing my body's reaction firsthand, and they both burst into genuine laughter as they tried to push their cocks back into my still-convulsing holes. But my body was shaking so violently that they couldn't get a proper angle, and both shafts slipped out again, leaving them holding their hard cocks and laughing in pure amusement at the situation.
"Holy fuck, look at her go!" Lewis exclaimed, stroking his cock while watching me tremble. "I've never seen someone cum so hard that we literally got forced out! That's fucking incredible!"
Fai delivered a sharp spank to my ass that made me yelp and jolt forward, his hand rubbing the reddened spot affectionately as he encouraged me through my aftershocks. "That's it, baby girl! Ride that orgasm! You earned it, taking our cocks so perfectly. Look at how much you squirted - the bed's fucking soaked!"
I could barely form words, my voice coming out in broken gasps and whimpers as my body continued shaking. "Oh fuck... oh god... that was... I can't... holy shit..." My arms were trembling so badly I could barely hold myself up in doggy position, and my pussy was still clenching rhythmically around nothing, desperate to be filled again even as the pleasure continued washing over me in smaller waves.
Adam's fingers had never left my clit, and he continued rubbing gently, prolonging my orgasm and making me whimper desperately. Samuel squeezed my breasts one more time before releasing them, and I could feel my nipples were so sensitive that even the air touching them sent little sparks through my body. The wet spot beneath me kept spreading as I continued squirting in smaller spurts, my body completely out of my control and surrendering to pure pleasure.
"Come on, Lisa," Fai coaxed, his hands gripping my hips again as he positioned his cock at my entrance. "Let us back in, beautiful. We're not done with you yet - not even close. This was just the first one, remember? We got all night to make you scream like that over and over again."
What is the responsibilities of the member of The Host Committee of The Met Gala? What is this Hidden Room in Met??
The shift from playful dancing to outright seduction happened so gradually that I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment, but suddenly everything felt charged with a different kind of energy. The men surrounding me weren't just dancing anymore – they were touching me with deliberate intent, their hands lingering on my waist, sliding down to my hips, occasionally brushing against the curve of my ass as we moved together. And I? I was eating it up, pressing back against their touches shamelessly, grinding my body against whoever was closest with increasingly explicit movements that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. My blazer had long since been abandoned somewhere, leaving me in just my white bra and pants, my skin glistening with sweat under the dim lights as I moved between all ten of them like the shameless slut I was proud to be.
Damson pulled me back against him again, but this time his hands slid from my hips to my stomach, his fingers splaying possessively across my bare skin as he ground his very hard cock against my ass. I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, and instead of being subtle about it, I pushed back harder, rotating my hips in a way that made him groan directly in my ear. ASAP Rocky was in front of me now, his eyes dark with lust as he watched me grinding on Damson, and when I reached out to trail my fingers down his chest, he caught my hand and brought it lower, pressing my palm against his own obvious erection through his pants. The bold move made me gasp and then laugh breathlessly, my pussy absolutely flooding with arousal at the shameless display.
"Fuck, Lisa, you're killing us out here," Lewis Hamilton said from beside me, his hand sliding up my side to brush just under my breast, testing boundaries that I had absolutely no intention of enforcing. I turned my head to look at him, my expression pure mischief and lust, and deliberately pressed my chest forward so his hand made fuller contact.
"Killing you? Baby, I'm just warming up," I purred back, my voice dripping with seduction. The circle of men around me erupted in appreciative groans and laughter, and I felt hands everywhere now – on my waist, my hips, my thighs, my back. Nothing overtly sexual enough to cross lines in this public space, but intimate enough that everyone watching knew exactly what was happening. Bad Bunny moved behind me as Damson shifted to my side, and I immediately pressed my ass back against him, grinding shamelessly as his hands gripped my hips tightly.
"Yo, Lisa, real talk though," Kareem Rahma called out, his voice playful but edged with genuine desire as he danced closer, his hand trailing down my arm. "When are you gonna stop torturing us and head to that Hidden Room? Because I don't know how much longer I can watch you move like this without completely losing my mind."
That question opened the floodgates. Suddenly all ten men were chiming in, their voices overlapping with excitement and barely contained hunger:
"Yeah, Lisa, when? You've been teasing us all night!"
"I've been thinking about fucking you since Anna told us you were chosen."
"Come on, baby, don't make us wait too much longer."
"We're dying here, Lisa. Look at what you're doing to us."
I threw my head back and laughed, the sound genuine and delighted, loving every second of their desperate attention. My hands trailed up my own body slowly, deliberately, running over my stomach and up to cup my breasts through my bra as I continued moving sensually between them. Their eyes tracked every movement like starving men watching food, and the power I felt in that moment was absolutely intoxicating.
"Soon, boys, soon," I teased breathlessly, spinning around to face Bad Bunny and pressing my body flush against his, my arms looping around his neck as I ground against him shamelessly. "You really think I'm gonna rush the best night of my life? I want to savor this – savor all of you desperate and hard and aching for me. Besides, we still have time before everything's set up properly." I punctuated my words by rolling my hips against Bad Bunny's obvious erection, making him curse under his breath, before spinning away to dance against Jeremy Pope, my ass pressing back against his crotch as my hands reached back to grip his thighs.
"You're actually evil," Diplo said with a laugh, though his hand was sliding possessively around my waist from the side. "Beautiful, sexy as fuck, and absolutely evil."
"Evil? Or just giving you something to really look forward to?" I shot back with a wicked grin, reaching out to trail my fingers along Colman Domingo's jaw as he moved closer. "Trust me, when I finally walk into that Hidden Room and you all get to have me however you want – every hole, every position, no limits – you're gonna appreciate that I made you wait. Made you so desperate that you're gonna fuck me like the shameless little slut I am until I can't walk straight for a week."
My explicit words had the desired effect – I heard multiple sharp intakes of breath, felt hands tightening on my body, saw the pure hunger in all their eyes. Adam Badaiwi pulled me against him from behind, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke:
"You promise we can have you however we want? No holding back?"
I turned my head to meet his intense gaze, my smile absolutely filthy with promise. "Baby, I'm gonna be your perfect little fucktoy. Whatever you want, however you want it. That's what I'm here for – to be used and filled and ruined by all of you incredible men. So yeah..." I ground back against him hard, feeling his cock pressing insistently against my ass, "...soon. Very soon. But right now? Right now I'm having too much fun watching you all lose your minds wanting me."
The moment Bad Bunny brought up Tokyo, I felt my cheeks flush with genuine heat – a rare occurrence for someone as shameless as me. The memory came flooding back: March 7th, his Spotify Billion Club concert, the electric energy backstage after his performance, and yes, absolutely, we'd made out like teenagers in one of the dressing rooms.
Multiple times. His hands had been everywhere, and I'd been just as eager, pressed up against the wall while crew members walked past the door completely oblivious. The blush spreading across my face now made all ten men burst into laughter, their teasing energy shifting from purely sexual to something more playful and genuine.
"Oh my GOD, Benito!" I shrieked, using Bad Bunny's real name as I playfully smacked his arm, though I was laughing too hard for it to have any real force behind it. "You're really gonna expose me like that in front of everyone?"
"Expose you? Lisa, baby, I think everyone here already knows you get around," Kareem jumped in with a huge grin, earning more laughter from the group. "The real question is – how many songs does BLACKPINK have? Like, what, fifty? Sixty total including solo work?"
"Around that, yeah," Wisdom Kaye added helpfully, clearly setting up the punchline.
"Right, so Lisa's out here with more bodies than bars," ASAP Rocky finished, and the entire circle erupted in laughter and whoops. I covered my face with my hands, laughing so hard my stomach hurt, my embarrassment genuine but also mixed with pride because honestly? They weren't wrong, and I had zero shame about it.
"You guys are TERRIBLE!" I protested through my laughter, dropping my hands to reveal my grin. "I can't believe y'all are coming for me like this! I'm out here living my best life, and this is the treatment I get?"
"Living your best life? Girl, you're living your BEST lives – plural," Diplo chimed in, his DJ humor making everyone crack up again. Even I had to admit that was a good one, shaking my head while continuing to dance, my movements now more playful than seductive as the energy shifted to something lighter and more joyful.
Lewis Hamilton moved closer, still laughing as he danced beside me, his hand resting casually on my lower back. "But for real though, that Tokyo story – were you at least subtle about it, or did the entire stadium know what was happening backstage?"
Bad Bunny answered before I could, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Subtle? This one? Nah, man. I came out for my encore and my lips were swollen as fuck. My makeup artist was pissed."
I gasped in mock offense, though I was grinning from ear to ear. "Okay, FIRST of all, your lips were already swollen from performing for two hours! Second of all, you're the one who pulled me into that dressing room, so don't act like I corrupted innocent little Benito!"
"Innocent? Him?" Jeremy Pope laughed, gesturing at Bad Bunny. "Please, I've heard stories."
"Everyone's heard stories," Colman Domingo added with his sophisticated smile. "But I have to say, Lisa, the fact that you're blushing right now is absolutely adorable. Who knew the woman who was just grinding on all of us like a professional could get flustered?"
I stuck my tongue out at him playfully, spinning in a circle with my arms spread wide as the music shifted to something more upbeat and fun. "I'm a woman of many talents! I can be a shameless slut AND have feelings, thank you very much! Multitasking is my specialty!"
That earned another round of laughter and appreciative comments from the men, and I felt the atmosphere settle into something perfect – still flirtatious, still charged with the promise of what was coming later, but also genuinely fun and joyful. We continued dancing together, the teasing continuing but now mixed with genuine conversation about music, fashion, and ridiculous industry gossip. Adam told a story about a disastrous photoshoot that had everyone crying with laughter. Damson shared behind-the-scenes drama from his latest show. The energy was pure celebration – ten successful, attractive people enjoying each other's company without overthinking it.
This was exactly what I loved about nights like this: yes, I knew where it would end, knew that soon enough I'd be in that Hidden Room fulfilling my role as their collective fucktoy. But right now, in this moment, I was just Lisa – dancing, laughing, being teased by friends who appreciated both my talent and my shameless sexuality. And honestly? That felt fucking perfect.
After what felt like hours of dancing and laughing with my incredible circle of men, I heard Paul Anthony Kelly calling my name from across the room, his camera man already raised with his camera and that signature photographer energy radiating off him. I immediately broke away from the group with an excited squeal, my body still buzzing with adrenaline and arousal as I made my way over to where he was setting up a group shot. Chase was already there looking absolutely stunning in her golden outfit, and within moments Ningning and Karina from AESPA had joined us too, their faces lighting up when they saw me. Samuel Hine from GQ was adjusting his jacket, looking effortlessly cool as always, and we all clustered together in front of Paul's lens, our bodies pressed close in that casual but deliberate way that made for the best candid shots.
"Lisa! You're glowing! What have you been up to?" Ningning teased in Korean as we posed together, her arm looping around my waist. I could feel the sweat still cooling on my skin, my bra slightly askew from all the grinding and dancing, but I just grinned wider.
"Just living my best life, obviously," I replied in Korean, earning giggles from both her and Karina. The camera man snapped several shots of us laughing together,
the energy playful and genuine, before calling for different configurations – just me and Chase, then me with Samuel, then all of us together in various poses. I was having so much fun that I almost forgot about the Hidden Room waiting for me... almost. But then, just as Paul was reviewing his shots and complimenting our chemistry, I felt strong hands grab me from behind, spinning me around with enough force to make me yelp in surprise.
Shaboozey's grinning face greeted me, his energy infectious as he pulled not just me but Chase, Ningning, Karina, and Samuel closer into his orbit, his excitement palpable. Behind him I could see several of the men from my earlier dance circle – Damson, Bad Bunny, Rocky – all watching with amused expressions, clearly having sent Shaboozey over as their messenger.
"Yo, Lisa, seriously though – when is this Hidden Room thing starting? Because the suspense is literally killing everyone," Shaboozey said with a huge smile, though his eyes were dark with genuine hunger. His question made Ningning and Karina exchange slightly confused glances, clearly not privy to that particular secret, while Chase just smirked knowingly. I reached up to playfully push Shaboozey's shoulder, my expression pure mischief as I felt multiple eyes from across the room locked on our interaction.
"You boys are SO impatient! I swear, it's like dealing with children who can't wait for Christmas morning," I teased back, my voice carrying just enough to reach the other men watching us. I saw Rocky shake his head with a laugh, and Damson called out something that was drowned out by the music but made everyone around him crack up. "It'll start when it starts, baby. Good things come to those who wait... and trust me, I'm gonna be SO worth the wait."
Shaboozey groaned dramatically but was grinning from ear to ear, and then suddenly his hand came up to wrap around my neck – not squeezing, just resting there possessively as he pulled me against his side. "Alright, but if we're waiting, at least give me a photo to remember this torture by. Paul! Get this shot!"
The camera man immediately raised his camera again, and I instinctively leaned into Shaboozey's hold, tilting my head slightly to give the perfect angle.
The position was intimate and suggestive, his hand around my throat making the power dynamic crystal clear even in a casual photo, and I could feel my pussy clench with fresh arousal at the promise it represented. The camera flashed several times as we held the pose, my expression confident and teasing while Shaboozey's was pure hunger barely restrained. When the camera man finally lowered his camera and gave us a thumbs up, Shaboozey's hand lingered for just a moment longer before releasing me, his fingers trailing down my neck in a deliberately possessive gesture that made me shiver.
"Soon," I promised again, reaching up to straighten my bra with shameless confidence as both Ningning and Karina watched with wide eyes. "Very, very soon. But right now, I'm gonna enjoy every second of watching you all squirm."
As soon as I pulled away from Shaboozey and the photo group, I felt it – that magnetic pull drawing me right back to where I belonged. The circle of ten men had maintained their spot on the dance floor, their energy calling to me like a beacon, and I didn't even hesitate before gravitating back toward them. There was something about their collective masculine presence that made me feel alive in a way nothing else could – the way they moved with confidence, the casual dominance in how they claimed space, the raw sexual energy mixed with genuine joy. Lewis saw me approaching first and immediately extended his hand, pulling me back into their orbit with a grin that made my stomach flip. Within seconds I was back in the center of them all, my body moving to the heavy bass as hands found my waist, my hips, my back – all those casual bold touches that had become so normalized throughout the night that none of us even thought twice about them anymore.
Bad Bunny's hand slid up my spine as I danced, his fingers tracing my vertebrae through my sweat-slicked skin while he talked animatedly with ASAP Rocky about some collaboration they were planning. I pressed back against him instinctively, my ass grinding against his crotch while I listened to their conversation, genuinely interested in the creative process they were describing even as I shamelessly used his body for my own pleasure. Rocky's hand came to rest on my bare stomach, his thumb stroking my skin absently while he spoke, the casual intimacy of the touch making my pussy clench. This was what I loved – being their collective dance partner, their shared entertainment, existing in this space where I could be both respected for my mind and desired for my body simultaneously.
"So wait, you're telling me you produced that entire track in one night?" I asked Rocky incredulously, turning slightly in Bad Bunny's hold to face him better. Damson moved in closer on my other side, his hand sliding from my hip to cup my ass boldly as he joined the conversation, the touch so casual and natural that I barely registered it beyond the spark of arousal it sent through me.
"One night, straight through until like 7 AM," Rocky confirmed with pride, his hand still resting possessively on my stomach. "Sometimes the best shit comes when you just lock yourself in and don't overthink it, you know?"
"That's literally how I approach choreography," I replied excitedly, my hands gesturing animatedly as I spoke, completely unbothered by Damson's hand squeezing my ass or Jeremy Pope sliding up behind me to press his chest against my back. "Like, when we were preparing for our Coachella performance, I spent an entire night just freestyling movements until something clicked. Sometimes you just have to trust your instincts and let the creativity flow."
Lewis Hamilton moved in front of me now, his sophisticated smile directed at my face even as his hands found my hips, guiding my movements against Jeremy behind me. "I get that same feeling with racing lines sometimes. Everyone thinks it's all calculated, but there's this moment when you just feel the car and know exactly what to do without thinking."
Colman Domingo laughed from beside us, his hand trailing up my arm as he danced. "Listen to us – a rapper, a dancer, a racer, and an actor all basically describing the same creative process. That's beautiful, actually."
"It really is," I agreed breathlessly, spinning between them so my back was now against Damson instead of Jeremy, my hands reaching up to loop around his neck while I continued facing the others. "This is what I love about nights like this – yeah, we're all gonna fuck later and it's gonna be incredible, but right now? Right now we're just vibing, talking about our passions, enjoying each other's company. You know how rare that is? To find people who appreciate both sides?"
Diplo appeared with fresh drinks for several of us, his free hand immediately finding my waist as he handed me a glass. "Cheers to that – to finding people who understand that you can be brilliant AND a freak."
"I'll drink to that!" I laughed, raising my glass as the others did the same, the toast turning into more dancing as the music shifted to something faster and more intense. And just like that we were back to pure movement and joy, my body grinding against whoever was closest while conversations flowed around me – some about music, some about fashion, some absolutely filthy promises about what was coming later, but all of it natural and perfect and exactly where I wanted to be.
---- Few moments later ----
The moment I saw Fai Khadra walking into our circle alongside Shaboozey, my entire face lit up with genuine excitement. Fai and I had this amazing history through Jennie – they'd been friends forever, and let's just say I'd heard PLENTY of stories about their hookups over the years. Which meant there was absolutely zero awkwardness between us, just pure comfortable shamelessness. Before I could even move toward him, Fai's hands were already reaching for me, pulling me away from Damson with a huge grin on his gorgeous face. I went willingly, laughing as I crashed against his chest, my hands immediately finding his shoulders as the music pulsed around us.
"Fai! Oh my god, when did you get here?" I squealed, already starting to move my hips against him in that familiar rhythm we'd found countless times before at various parties. His hands slid down to my waist possessively, and I felt that delicious spark of recognition – this man knew exactly how I liked to be touched, had probably learned it from comparing notes with Jennie. The thought made me grin wickedly as I began grinding on him properly, my movements bold and shameless because why the fuck wouldn't they be? Fai had seen me in far more compromising positions than this.
"Just got here like ten minutes ago. Shaboozey said you were holding court with half the industry, so obviously I had to come see for myself," Fai replied, his voice low and amused as his hands tightened on my waist, guiding my movements against him. "Jennie texted me earlier saying you were about to have the night of your life. I'm assuming this is what she meant?"
That made me laugh outright, my head falling back as I continued dancing, and suddenly I felt too constrained by my blazer. Without even thinking about it, I reached up and shrugged the white fabric off one shoulder,
letting it hang loosely and expose even more of my skin, my white bra now almost completely visible. The movement was deliberate and shameless, and I saw Fai's eyes darken with appreciation as he took in the view. Behind him, I could hear ASAP Rocky wolf-whistle while Bad Bunny called out something in Spanish that made everyone laugh. I just grinned wider, pressing myself even closer to Fai as I ground my hips against his in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
"Oh, Jennie doesn't know the HALF of it," I teased, my hands sliding up to loop around Fai's neck as I moved with him. "But yes, tonight is definitely going to be memorable. And more importantly, when are you two gonna stop pretending you're just friends and actually make it official?"
Fai laughed, spinning me around so my back was pressed against his chest, his hands splayed across my bare stomach possessively as we continued dancing. Lewis and Colman moved in closer on either side of us, clearly enjoying the show, while Jeremy and Wisdom were having their own conversation nearby but kept glancing over with obvious interest. The energy was perfect – playful and sexual and completely comfortable all at once.
"Jennie and I have an understanding," Fai replied against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "Just like I'm guessing you and I have an understanding right now. She told me to come take care of you tonight, make sure you're having fun. So here I am, taking care of you."
His hands slid lower on my stomach, not quite reaching my pussy but close enough to make my breath hitch, and I ground my ass back against him shamelessly, feeling his hardness through his pants. God, I'd forgotten how good Fai felt when he was turned on. Shaboozey appeared beside us with drinks, laughing at how quickly I'd gone from dancing with the whole group to being completely wrapped up in Fai's arms, and I just stuck my tongue out at him playfully while continuing to move my body in ways that were absolutely indecent for a public party. While also Ningning had joined us too with me Ningning and Fai dancing,
But that was the beauty of nights like this – with these people, in this space, I could be exactly who I was without apology.
---- After some time ----
The moment Fai's hands tightened on my waist and he spun me around to face him, I felt the energy in our circle shift completely. The playful dancing suddenly became charged with pure sexual intent, and when Fai leaned down – his eyes locked on mine with that hungry look I'd seen so many times through Jennie's stories – I knew exactly what was about to happen. His lips crashed against mine with no hesitation, hot and demanding, and I immediately opened my mouth to let his tongue slide inside. The kiss was absolutely filthy, our tongues tangling together as his hands gripped my bare waist possessively, and I moaned into his mouth shamelessly, my body melting against his. The sound that erupted from the men around us was deafening – shouts, whistles, encouragement, celebration – and it only made me kiss Fai harder, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I poured every ounce of my arousal into that connection.
When Fai finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard, and I could see the same hunger reflected in every single face surrounding us. The Hidden Room had officially begun, and my pussy was already soaking wet with anticipation. Before I could even catch my breath properly, Shaboozey was there, his hand cupping my jaw as he turned my face toward him.
"My turn," he said with that gorgeous grin, and then his mouth was on mine, kissing me with enthusiasm and heat that made my knees weak. I whimpered into the kiss, my hands coming up to grip his shirt as I kissed him back just as eagerly, feeling the other men pressing closer around us, their hands never leaving my body even as Shaboozey claimed my mouth. When he pulled away, Bad Bunny was already moving in, not even giving me a moment to recover.
Bad Bunny's kiss was familiar from our Tokyo hookup, but somehow even more intense in this context – his hands tangling in my hair as he kissed me deeply, possessively, reminding me exactly what his mouth was capable of. I was completely lost in sensation, my body being passed from man to man like their shared toy, and god it felt incredible. Paul Anthony Kelly was next, his kiss surprisingly gentle compared to the others but no less passionate, followed immediately by Samuel Hine who kissed me like he was trying to devour me whole. My lipstick was completely destroyed by now, smeared across all their mouths, but none of us cared. Adam Badaiwi's kiss was confident and skilled, making me moan loudly enough that everyone laughed, and then Kareem Rahma was spinning me around to press me against his chest as he captured my lips.
Colman Domingo's kiss was the most intense yet – slow and deliberate and absolutely devastating, his hands cradling my face like I was something precious even as his tongue fucked my mouth filthily. Diplo followed, his kiss playful and teasing, making me giggle against his lips before he bit my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp. Wisdom Kaye's tall frame bent down to reach me, his kiss sweet but hungry, and Jeremy Pope kissed me like he'd been waiting all night for this moment, his hands gripping my ass boldly as our tongues tangled. Finally, Damson Idris pulled me against him, and his kiss was pure sin – deep and demanding and possessive in a way that made my entire body shudder with need.
"Holy fuck," I breathed when Damson finally released me, my voice wrecked and my body trembling as I stood in the center of all twelve men, every single one of them looking at me like they wanted to devour me. "That was... god, that was just the beginning, wasn't it?"
The grins on their faces and the obvious bulges in their pants told me everything I needed to know, and I felt a fresh wave of wetness soak my already drenched panties as I realized this night was about to get so much better.
The second those words left my mouth about heading to the Hidden Room, everything shifted into pure chaotic energy. Before I could even take a step, Lewis Hamilton swept me up into his arms bridal style,
and I squealed with delight. The entire group immediately surrounded us like a pack of hungry wolves, and we started moving through the penthouse as one collective mass of sexual energy and anticipation. I tried to give directions between breathless laughs and moans, pointing toward the far hallway while Colman Domingo leaned down to capture my lips in another searing kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth possessively even as Lewis continued carrying me forward.
"Down that hallway, past the bar area, there's a hidden door on the—oh fuck!" My directions were cut off by Damson's hand sliding up to grope my breast through my white bra, his fingers finding my nipple and pinching it roughly enough to make me arch against Lewis's chest. Bad Bunny moved in from the other side, his hand joining Damson's to squeeze my other breast, and suddenly both my tits were being fondled shamelessly as we walked. Jeremy Pope's hand slid up my thigh from below where Lewis held me, his fingers trailing dangerously close to my soaking wet pussy, and I whimpered loudly, my head falling back as pleasure sparked through every nerve ending.
"Keep giving directions, beautiful," Lewis murmured against my ear, his arms tightening around me possessively. "We need to know where we're taking you to ruin you properly."
"Left at the bar!" I managed to gasp out, only to have Shaboozey lean in to suck on my exposed neck, surely leaving a mark that would be visible for days. Fai Khadra's hand joined the others groping my ass from below, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make me moan. "The panel with the—god, yes, right there—the panel with the gold trim. You have to press it twice and—"
Paul Anthony Kelly cut me off with another deep kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth thoroughly while Samuel Hine's hands worked to push my bra cups down slightly, exposing more of my breasts to Damson and Bad Bunny's eager touches. I was completely overwhelmed with sensation, being passed between their mouths and hands like their collective fuck toy even before we reached our destination, and my pussy was absolutely dripping with need. Wisdom Kaye reached over to trace his fingers along my collarbone, while Kareem Rahma's hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head for better access as Adam Badaiwi captured my lips next. We were barely making progress toward the Hidden Room because they couldn't keep their hands and mouths off me, and honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.
"You're all so fucking impatient!" I laughed breathlessly when Adam finally released my mouth, my voice full of joy and arousal as I looked around at their hungry faces. "We're almost there, I promise. Just down this hallway and through that door, and then you can have me however you want. Every single one of you gets to use every single one of my holes until I'm completely ruined and filled with your cum. That's what you want, right? To gangbang me until I can't remember my own name?"
The collective groan that responded to my shameless words made my pussy clench with anticipation, and Diplo pressed closer to whisper hotly against my neck while his hand joined the others groping my ass.
"We're gonna fucking destroy you, Lisa. Make you our perfect little cumslut."
"God, I'm counting on it," I moaned, finally managing to point to the correct panel as we approached. "Right there. Press it twice and the door will open. And then... then the real fun begins."
Hastily many of them pressed the button twice and the door opened, the room is huge and immediately I was thrown on the bed.
The moment my back hit that massive bed, I let out a breathless laugh of pure exhilaration, my body bouncing slightly on the plush surface as I propped myself up on my elbows
to watch all fourteen men file into the Hidden Room. The click of the lock behind them sent a shiver of anticipation racing down my spine, and I bit my lip as I watched them take in their surroundings – the enormous bed that could easily fit half of us, the entertainment setup with the PS5 and massive TV, the fully stocked mini-fridge that promised we could keep this party going all night long, and all the furniture scattered around that I knew they were already mentally cataloging as potential fuck surfaces. The energy in the room was electric, charged with raw masculine hunger and the promise of absolute debauchery, and I was right at the center of it all, exactly where I belonged.
I slowly sat up on the bed, reaching behind to unclasp my white bra and toss it aside carelessly, finally freeing my breasts completely. My nipples were already hard peaks from all their earlier attention, and I made no move to cover myself as I watched fourteen pairs of eyes lock onto my exposed chest with obvious appreciation. Sliding off the bed, I stood before them in just my white pants, my hands trailing down my own body teasingly as I took in the sight of all these incredible men crowded into this space with me.
"So this is it, boys," I said with a wicked grin, my voice dripping with excitement and shameless arousal. "This whole room is ours for the entire night. That bed? That's where you're going to fuck me senseless, where you're gonna make me your perfect little cumslut. But I love that there's a PS5 and drinks too, because let's be real – not all fourteen of you can use me at once, right? So while some of you are destroying my holes, the others can relax, have a drink, play some games, and just... enjoy the show. Take turns ruining me. This is literally a fuck party where I'm the entertainment."
ASAP Rocky moved toward the fridge first, pulling out champagne bottles and passing them around while Wisdom Kaye immediately claimed the gaming setup, turning on the TV with an amused laugh. Fai Khadra settled into one of the chairs, spreading his legs confidently as he watched me with those knowing eyes that had seen Jennie in similar positions. The casual way they were claiming the space, making themselves comfortable while still looking at me like I was their meal for the night, made my pussy clench with need.
"Damn, this is actually perfect," Shaboozey said, cracking open a beer as he surveyed the room. "We can literally party all night, rotate who's fucking you, and nobody has to rush. This is gonna be fucking legendary."
I moved closer to the group, my hips swaying deliberately as I reached for one of the champagne bottles Bad Bunny held, taking a long sip directly from it before passing it to Colman Domingo beside me. The alcohol burned pleasantly down my throat, adding to the heat already building between my legs.
"I want you all to use me however you want," I continued shamelessly, my eyes moving from face to face, taking in Damson's hungry expression, Jeremy's obvious arousal, Paul's calculating gaze as he assessed the furniture options. "Fuck me on that bed, bend me over that table, make me ride you on those chairs while the others watch. Pass me around like the shameless fucktoy I am. Fill every single one of my holes with your cum until I'm overflowing. Ruin me completely. And when some of you need a break? Grab drinks, play games, talk shit, whatever – but I'll still be here, servicing whoever wants me next. I'm yours for the entire night, all fourteen of you, and I'm gonna make sure each and every one of you leaves here knowing you just had the best fuck of your life."
Lewis moved behind me, his large hand coming aroung my shoulder possessively as he pulled my ass against his obvious erection, and I moaned softly at the contact, grinding back against him while maintaining eye contact with the others.
Samuel Hine was already unbuttoning his shirt, while Diplo and Kareem exchanged excited grins. The anticipation was almost unbearable now – we were finally here, the night stretched endlessly before us, and I was about to fulfill my ultimate fantasy of being the collective slut for the most powerful, talented, gorgeous men I'd ever met.
What is the responsibilities of the member of The Host Committee of The Met Gala? What is this Hidden Room in Met??
I looked up from my laptop screen where I'd been reviewing some contracts and financial reports for LLOUD when Alice practically burst through my office door. The energy radiating from her was infectious, and I couldn't help but feel my own excitement building before she even said a word. My manager had that particular sparkle in her eyes that only appeared when something truly monumental was about to happen. I pushed my chair back slightly, giving her my full attention as a smile already started forming on my lips.
"Alice! Unnie What's got you so hyped up? You look like you're about to explode!" I laughed, closing my laptop and leaning forward with my elbows on the desk, chin resting on my interlaced fingers. The anticipation was killing me, but I loved seeing her this excited about something.
When she finally delivered the news about Anna Wintour and the Met Gala Host Committee, I literally felt my jaw drop. For a moment, I just sat there in stunned silence, processing what she'd just said. Then it hit me - really hit me - and I shot up from my chair so fast it rolled backward and nearly hit the wall behind me.
"Are you SERIOUS right now?! Anna Wintour? THE Anna Wintour wants ME on the Host Committee?!" I practically shrieked, my hands flying to cover my mouth as I felt tears of joy threatening to spill. This was huge. This wasn't just another fashion show or brand endorsement - this was THE Met Gala, the fashion event of the year, and being on the Host Committee meant I'd be standing alongside the biggest names in entertainment and fashion. "Oh my god, Alice, this is insane! This is absolutely insane!"
I rushed around my desk and pulled Alice into a tight hug, bouncing slightly on my feet because I literally couldn't contain my excitement. My mind was already racing with possibilities - the theme, what I'd wear, who I'd get to work with, the photos, the exposure for LLOUD. This was the kind of opportunity that opened even more doors, that solidified my position not just as a K-pop idol but as a global fashion icon.
"When did you find out? What are the details? When do we need to confirm? Oh god, I need to start thinking about designers, and the theme - do we know the theme yet?!" The questions tumbled out of me rapid-fire as I finally released Alice from the hug but kept my hands on her shoulders, my eyes wide and sparkling with pure joy and excitement. "This is going to be amazing for LLOUD too, right? The visibility, the networking opportunities... Alice, this is everything!"
A few days had passed since Alice delivered that life-changing news, and now I found myself sitting in one of Vogue's pristine conference rooms in New York City. The room screamed elegance and power - floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan, a massive polished table, and artwork that probably cost more than most people's houses. But what made my heart race wasn't the setting; it was the woman sitting at the head of the table. Anna Wintour herself, in her iconic sunglasses and perfectly coiffed bob, flanked by several male staff members who were clearly high-ranking Vogue executives and Met Gala organizers. I'd dressed carefully for this meeting - a tailored blazer over a silver silk camisole, paired with high-waisted jeans.
Professional but fashion-forward, exactly the image I needed to project.
I sat up straight, my hands folded elegantly on the table in front of me, every bit the successful CEO and global icon I'd worked so hard to become. When Anna began speaking about this year's theme - 'Fashion is Art' - I felt goosebumps rise on my arms. The concept was perfect, so perfectly aligned with everything I believed in and represented.
"Ms. Wintour, I have to say, this theme resonates with me on such a deep level," I said, my voice steady and confident despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Throughout my entire career, I've always viewed fashion as a form of artistic expression, not just clothing. Every performance, every appearance, every photoshoot - it's all art in motion."
One of the male executives, a distinguished-looking man in his fifties whose name tag read 'Richard - Creative Director,' leaned forward with an approving nod. "That's exactly the perspective we need on the Host Committee, Lisa. Your influence in both the music and fashion worlds makes you the perfect bridge between these art forms."
Anna removed her sunglasses briefly, fixing me with those sharp, assessing eyes that had intimidated countless fashion icons over the decades. I held her gaze, refusing to be intimidated despite my racing pulse. "Lisa, as a Host Committee member, you'll be expected to not only embody the theme but to help curate certain aspects of the event. We're looking for fresh perspectives, particularly in representing the global fashion landscape. Your Asian heritage and international appeal bring something invaluable to the table."
"I'm honored and ready for that responsibility," I responded immediately, leaning forward slightly to emphasize my commitment. "I'd love to explore how we can showcase emerging Asian designers alongside established names, perhaps create moments that blur the lines between traditional and contemporary art forms. K-pop itself has become a global art movement, and I think there's so much potential to translate that energy into the fashion narrative of the gala."
Another executive, younger this time, probably in his late thirties, chimed in enthusiastically. "That's brilliant! We could potentially coordinate with some of the museum's contemporary art installations, create synergistic moments throughout the evening."
The meeting continued for another hour, diving into logistics, potential designer partnerships, guest list considerations, and my specific role in various pre-gala events and promotional activities. I took notes on my iPad, asked questions that showed I'd done my homework, and contributed ideas that clearly impressed everyone at the table. This wasn't just about showing up in a pretty dress anymore - I was being given real creative input into one of fashion's most important nights. As the meeting wrapped up and everyone began gathering their things, Anna stood and extended her hand to me. "Welcome to the Host Committee, Lisa. I have a feeling you're going to bring something truly special to this year's gala."
I shook her hand firmly, allowing myself a genuine smile that reflected both my professionalism and my genuine excitement. "Thank you, Ms. Wintour. I promise you won't regret this decision. I'm going to make LLOUD, BLACKPINK, and everyone who believed in me proud."
The conference room had mostly cleared out, with executives filing out while exchanging pleasantries and scheduling follow-up meetings. I was gathering my iPad and notes, still riding the high of being officially welcomed to the Host Committee, when I noticed Anna hadn't moved from her position at the head of the table. She gestured for me to sit back down, and something about her expression – a knowing smile that seemed almost conspiratorial – made my pulse quicken in a way that had nothing to do with professional excitement. The last staff member closed the door behind them, leaving just the two of us in that pristine conference room overlooking Manhattan.
I slowly lowered myself back into the chair, my mind racing through possibilities. Had I said something wrong? Was there some additional responsibility she needed to discuss privately? Anna leaned back in her chair, her fingers steepled together in that iconic pose, and when she spoke, her voice carried a tone I'd never heard from her before – something almost playful, definitely conspiratorial.
"Now Lisa, there's one more aspect of the Met Gala that we need to discuss. Something that doesn't appear in any official documentation or press releases," Anna began, and I felt my breath catch slightly. She paused, clearly enjoying my confusion, before continuing. "You've heard the rumors, I'm sure. About the After Party. About certain... traditions that have been maintained for decades."
My mind immediately went to all the whispered stories I'd heard over the years – the exclusive after-parties, the secret gatherings, the things that allegedly happened after the cameras stopped flashing. But I'd always assumed they were just rumors, the kind of mythology that builds up around any major event. I tilted my head slightly, my long hair cascading over one shoulder as I tried to process what she was implying.
"Ms. Wintour, I'm not sure I understand what you're referring to," I admitted honestly, though I could feel heat starting to build in my lower belly – that familiar warmth that always preceded my body's recognition of something sexual before my mind fully caught up.
Anna actually chuckled then, a sound so rare that it made the moment feel even more surreal. She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, and when she spoke, every word was deliberate and clear.
"The Hidden Room, Lisa. Every year, for the After Party, we select one exceptional woman – someone who embodies not just beauty and talent, but a certain... appetite. A willingness to serve, to be celebrated in a very specific way." She paused, letting her words sink in before delivering the full explanation. "In the Hidden Room, the selected woman is made available to every man attending the After Party. It's a tradition, a privilege, a secret that's been kept for longer than most people have been in this industry. And this year, Lisa Manoban, you have been chosen for that honor. Congratulations."
For several long seconds, I just stared at her, my brain trying to process what she'd just said. Gangbanged. By every man at the Met Gala After Party. The most exclusive, powerful, wealthy, influential men in fashion, entertainment, and business. My pussy clenched involuntarily, and I felt myself getting wet almost instantly. This wasn't just any proposition – this was exactly the kind of thing that made my slut heart race with excitement. But I maintained my composure, even as my mind raced through the implications.
"I... that's quite an honor, Ms. Wintour," I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt. "I have to admit, I wasn't expecting this particular aspect of the Host Committee responsibilities. Can you tell me more about what this would entail? How many men typically attend? What are the... parameters?"
Anna smiled, clearly pleased by my response – not shocked, not offended, but genuinely curious and, if she was reading me correctly, already aroused by the possibility. "Typically, we're talking about anywhere from fifty to eighty men. The most powerful players in our industry. Complete discretion is guaranteed – what happens in the Hidden Room stays there. No phones, no cameras, just pure, uninhibited celebration of power and pleasure. You would be the centerpiece, Lisa. The living artwork that embodies 'Fashion is Art' in the most primal, visceral way possible."
My thighs pressed together under the table, my panties already soaking through as my mind painted vivid pictures of what she was describing. Fifty to eighty powerful men, all taking turns with me, using every hole, covering me in cum, making me their collective fucktoy for the night. This was beyond anything I'd ever experienced, and god, I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking badly.
The door opened again, and I watched with widening eyes as all those male executives filed back into the conference room. My heart hammered against my ribcage as the realization hit me – this wasn't just a discussion anymore. Richard, the Creative Director, loosened his tie as he entered. The younger executive whose enthusiasm had impressed me earlier locked the door behind them with an audible click. Three other men I recognized from earlier in the meeting followed, their eyes already roaming over my body with undisguised hunger. Anna remained seated at the head of the table, crossing her legs elegantly as she settled in to watch what was about to unfold.
Her voice cut through the charged atmosphere with that same authoritative tone she'd used throughout our entire meeting. "Gentlemen, before we make this official, I think it's only appropriate that we... verify Lisa's suitability for the Hidden Room. Consider this a test run, if you will."
Before I could even fully process her words, hands were on me. Multiple hands. Richard grabbed my blazer and yanked it off my shoulders while the younger executive – whose name I learned was Marcus – pulled me to my feet and crashed his lips against mine. The kiss was hungry, desperate, his tongue immediately pushing into my mouth as I moaned and kissed him back with equal fervor. My pussy was already dripping, soaking through my panties as I felt someone behind me – I thought it was one of the older executives – grinding his hardening cock against my ass through our clothes. I instinctively pushed back against him, grinding my ass in circles as my hands flew to Marcus's shirt, fumbling with the buttons.
Clothes were being torn off me with impressive speed and efficiency. My silk camisole was pulled over and discarded, my bra unclasped and thrown aside, my breasts spilling free as multiple hands immediately grabbed and squeezed them. I gasped into Marcus's mouth, my nipples hardening into stiff peaks as fingers pinched and rolled them. My jeans were yanked down my legs along with my soaked panties, leaving me completely naked. The cool air of the conference room hit my exposed, dripping pussy, and I moaned louder, breaking the kiss to gasp for air.
I was immediately pulled into another kiss, this time by Richard, whose experienced mouth dominated mine as his hands gripped my ass roughly. Behind me, I felt the man who'd been grinding against me – now also naked – pressing his hard cock between my ass cheeks. I reached back blindly, wrapping my hand around another thick shaft, stroking it as I continued grinding against the cock behind me. The room filled with masculine groans of pleasure, and through my lust-hazed vision, I could see Anna watching with an expression of satisfaction and approval.
"Fuck, Anna, you were absolutely right about this one," Richard groaned, breaking our kiss to address his boss while his hands continued kneading my ass. "Look at this body. These tits, this ass, these legs... she's fucking perfect for the Hidden Room."
I smirked, feeling that familiar surge of pride and confidence that always came when men praised my body. I turned my head to look at Anna, still grinding shamelessly against the cock pressed between my ass cheeks, my hand still stroking another man's shaft, my breasts being groped by yet another pair of hands.
"Oh, you haven't even fucked me yet," I purred, my voice dripping with seductive confidence and playful challenge. I chuckled naughtily, deliberately clenching my ass around the cock grinding against me, making the man behind me groan loudly. "Once you all get a taste of what my pussy, my ass, and my mouth can do... you'll be begging Anna to make me the representative. I promise you, I'm going to ruin you for any other woman. By the time I'm done with all of you, you'll be counting down the days until the Met Gala just to get another chance to use me like the proud slut I am."
What followed was the most exhilarating, degrading, and absolutely fucking perfect hour of my life. The conference table became my stage,
my body the canvas on which these powerful men painted their lust. Richard was the first to actually fuck me, bending me and laying me over that polished table
and slamming his thick cock into my dripping pussy from behind. I cried out in pleasure, my hands gripping the edge of the table as he pounded into me mercilessly, his hands leaving red marks on my ass with each sharp slap.
"Fuck, her pussy is incredible! So tight and wet!" Richard groaned, and I moaned louder, pushing back to meet his thrusts with equal enthusiasm. Marcus positioned himself in front of me, his cock already leaking pre-cum as he grabbed my hair and guided my mouth to his length. I opened wide eagerly, taking him deep into my throat without hesitation, gagging slightly but never stopping. My eyes watered as I deepthroated him, loving the way he groaned and tightened his grip in my hair.
They ran a train on me, taking turns with my pussy while I sucked whoever was in front of me. One executive came deep inside me, his hot cum flooding my womb, and I squealed in delight around the cock in my mouth. Another immediately took his place, fucking that cum deeper into me as I came hard, my pussy clenching and milking him. Throughout it all, Anna sat in her chair, legs crossed elegantly, watching every thrust, every moan, every degrading position they put me in. She took notes on her phone, occasionally giving instructions.
"Try her ass, Richard. I want to see how she handles anal," Anna commanded coolly, and I felt my pussy clench in anticipation. Richard pulled out of my soaking cunt and pressed his cum-slick cock against my tight asshole. I relaxed my muscles, pushing back as he slowly worked himself inside. The stretch was intense, making me gasp and whimper around the cock fucking my throat, but fuck did it feel good.
"Holy shit, Anna, her ass is even tighter! This slut was made for this! Who could have thought that member of BlackPink kpop group will be such a huge slut!" Richard praised as he began thrusting into my ass with increasing speed. I was in heaven, completely filled and used, exactly where I belonged. They double-penetrated me next, one cock in my ass and another in my pussy, stretching me impossibly wide. I screamed in pleasure, my body shaking as another orgasm crashed through me.
I lost count of how many times they came – in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, all over my face and tits. I was covered in cum, dripping with it, my makeup completely ruined and my hair a mess. But I was grinning like the proud slut I was, still eager for more even as my legs trembled with exhaustion.
"Please... please tell Anna to choose me," I begged breathlessly between cocks, looking directly at each executive with lust-drunk eyes. "I need to be in that Hidden Room. I need to service all those powerful men. Use me, ruin me, I'm the perfect fucktoy for the Met Gala!"
One of the older executives, who'd just finished coating my face with his third load, looked over at Anna with a satisfied grin. "Anna, if you don't officially confirm her right now, I'm going to be personally offended. This girl is everything the Hidden Room needs and more. Enthusiastic, skilled, insatiable... fuck, I've never experienced anything like her."
The moment Anna's voice cut through the post-orgasmic haze to officially announce my selection, pure euphoria exploded through my entire being. I was still on my knees, covered in cum, my hair a complete disaster, makeup smeared beyond recognition, but none of that mattered. I screamed with genuine joy, my hands flying to my mouth as tears of happiness mixed with the cum on my face. Before anyone could react, I was on my feet, throwing my arms around Richard and kissing him deeply on the lips, laughing against his mouth.
"Oh my god, oh my god, I can't believe this is real!" I squealed, breaking away from Richard to kiss Marcus next, then the older executive who'd praised me so highly to Anna. I went around the room, planting enthusiastic, grateful kisses on every single man who'd just fucked me senseless, my laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. They all chuckled at my excitement, their expressions softening as they watched me bounce around like an overexcited puppy despite my exhausted, well-fucked body.
Anna stood, smoothing down her impeccable outfit, a rare smile playing at her lips as she gathered her things. "Congratulations, Lisa. You've more than proven yourself today. I'll have my team send over all the details and protocols for the Hidden Room. Gentlemen, I trust you'll continue to... celebrate appropriately." With that knowing look and a final nod in my direction, she left the conference room, leaving me with the five executives who were already eyeing me with renewed hunger.
What followed was another round of celebration that involved significantly more fucking. They bent me over the table again, filled both my holes simultaneously, covered me in even more cum until I was an absolute mess. We laughed together, they praised my enthusiasm and skill, and I thanked them over and over between moans and orgasms. By the time I finally cleaned up enough to be presentable and made my way out of the Vogue building, the sun was already setting over Manhattan. My body ached in the most delicious way, my pussy and ass were sore and leaking cum into my fresh panties, but I couldn't stop smiling.
When I finally arrived back at my hotel suite, I found Alice waiting for me in the living area, her laptop open as she worked through some scheduling. The moment she saw my face – still glowing with post-sex happiness despite my attempts to fix my makeup – she closed her laptop and turned to me with a knowing smile.
"Okay, based on that expression, I'm guessing the meeting went well? Did Anna give you more details about the Host Committee responsibilities?" Alice asked, and I practically launched myself onto the couch next to her, grabbing her hands with barely contained excitement.
"Unnie, oh my god, you have no idea! So yes, the Host Committee stuff is amazing, but there's more. There's this tradition at the Met Gala After Party – they have this Hidden Room, and every year they select one woman to be the... the centerpiece. And Unnie, they chose me!" I was talking so fast, my words tumbling over each other as I squeezed her hands. "Anna told me about it, and then all the executives came back in to 'assess' me, and unnie, they fucked me for over an hour right there in the conference room! It was incredible! They ran trains on me, double-penetrated me, came all over me, and I loved every single second of it!"
Alice's eyes widened progressively as I spoke, her professional composure cracking as she processed what I was telling her. I continued, unable to contain my enthusiasm. "In the Hidden Room, I'll be available to every man at the After Party. Can you imagine? Fifty to eighty of the most powerful, influential men in fashion and entertainment, all using me however they want. It's like my ultimate fantasy come true, and it's happening at the fucking Met Gala! This is going to be incredible for LLOUD too – the connections, the networking opportunities, everything!"
"Lisa... that's... wow," Alice finally managed, a smile spreading across her face as she saw how genuinely happy I was. "Only you could turn the Met Gala into the ultimate networking-through-fucking opportunity. But seriously, are you okay? That sounds intense, even for you."
I laughed, pulling her into a tight hug, still buzzing with excitement and residual arousal. "I'm more than okay, Alice. I'm fucking perfect. This is everything I've ever wanted – the recognition, the opportunity to be the slut I was born to be on the world's biggest stage, and the chance to make LLOUD even more successful. I can't wait for the Met Gala now. It's going to be the best night of my life!"
---- Few Days ----
The day had finally arrived. May 4th, 2026. The Met Gala. I stood in my hotel suite, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror, and for a moment, I couldn't quite believe this was real. The dress I wore was a masterpiece by Robert Wun –
– a stunning creation in white silk crystal covered dress that featured 66,960 hand-embroidered Swarovski crystals.
My hair was styled in an elegant updo with delicate diamond accessories woven through it, and my makeup was dramatic yet refined – sharp winged eyeliner, nude lips, and a subtle shimmer on my cheekbones.
My heart hammered with excitement as my team made final adjustments. This wasn't just about the red carpet or the fashion – though I was absolutely thrilled about both. Tonight, after all the cameras stopped flashing and the public event concluded, I would step into that Hidden Room and become exactly what I was meant to be. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through my body, my pussy already growing wet beneath the expensive fabric of my dress.
The red carpet was absolute chaos in the best possible way. Photographers screamed my name from every direction, flashbulbs exploding like stars as I posed and turned, making sure they captured every angle of Robert's incredible creation.
The theme "Fashion is Art or Costume Art" had never felt more appropriate – I felt like a living, breathing work of art, and the energy of the crowd confirmed it. Fans behind the barriers shrieked my name, and I took time to wave and blow kisses, my genuine joy and excitement radiating from every pore.
Inside the Metropolitan Museum, the atmosphere shifted from frenzied to sophisticated. The exhibits were breathtaking, and I found myself genuinely absorbed in the artistic presentations even as my mind occasionally wandered to what awaited me later. That's when I spotted Bad Bunny across the gallery, his outfit equally stunning. I made my way over, my dress flowing behind me like liquid night.
"Benito! Oh my god, you look incredible!" I exclaimed, pulling him into a warm hug as he grinned and returned the embrace enthusiastically. We'd met a few times before at various industry events, and I'd always found him to be genuinely kind and down-to-earth despite his massive success.
"Lisa! , you look like you stepped out of a fantasy," he responded in his accented English, gesturing to my dress with obvious admiration. "Robert Wun, right? This is absolutely insane. You're killing it tonight."
We chatted for several minutes about our respective projects, his upcoming album, BLACKPINK's plans, and LLOUD's growth. As we talked, I noticed Chase Infiniti approaching – the rising pop star who'd been making waves with her movies and boundary-pushing fashion. Tonight she wore an avant-garde ensemble that seemed to blur the lines between sculpture and clothing, perfectly embodying the night's theme.
"I hope I'm not interrupting, but I had to come say hi," Chase said with a bright smile, her energy infectious as she joined our little circle. "Lisa, I've been following LLOUD's journey, and what you're building is so inspiring. And this dress? You're literally glowing."
I felt my cheeks warm at the genuine praise, pulling Chase into a quick hug as well. "Thank you so much! That means the world coming from you. And can we talk about your outfit? You're literally wearing art right now. This is exactly what tonight is about."
The evening continued like that – a whirlwind of conversations with celebrities I'd admired for years,
networking opportunities that would undoubtedly benefit LLOUD, and countless photos that would dominate social media for days. I spoke with Sabrina about potential collaborations, laughed with my band mates
about the absurdity of some of the more experimental outfits, and even had a brief but meaningful conversation with the other host committee members about entrepreneurship and building brands outside of music. Every interaction felt significant, every connection valuable, and I made sure to be present and genuine with everyone I met.
But as the official event began to wind down and guests started filtering toward the After Party, my pulse quickened for an entirely different reason. I excused myself from a conversation with several fashion editors, my skin tingling with anticipation as I made my way toward the exit and to back to our hotel The Mark. This was it. The moment I'd been thinking about since that day in the conference room. My pussy was already soaking wet, my nipples hard beneath the expensive fabric of my dress, my body preparing itself for what was about to happen.
I was about to become the centerpiece of the most exclusive, depraved tradition in fashion. And I couldn't fucking wait.
After saying my goodbyes to several lingering guests and slipping away from the main event, I practically rushed back to The Mark hotel, my heart pounding with a mixture of exhaustion from the evening's festivities and electric anticipation for what was coming next. My team was already waiting in my suite with my after-party look laid out on the bed, and the moment I saw it, I felt a fresh wave of excitement surge through me. This outfit was completely different from the ethereal elegance of the red carpet – it was bold, sexy, and unapologetically confident. Exactly how I felt right now.
I stripped out of the Robert Wun masterpiece with the help of my stylists, carefully stepping out of the delicate fabric before turning my attention to the after-party ensemble. The white bra was simple but structured, offering support while showing just enough skin to be provocative without being overtly sexual. I slipped into the white pants next – they hugged my curves perfectly, sitting low on my hips and accentuating my long legs. Then came the pièce de résistance: a white open blazer with luxurious fur trim along the collar and cuffs, completely unbuttoned with no closures at all. It draped elegantly over my shoulders and arms, framing my body in a way that was simultaneously sophisticated and daring. The open front meant my white bra was completely visible, the contrast creating a look that screamed confidence and sex appeal.
I studied myself in the mirror, running my hands through my hair which I'd loosened from the formal updo into tousled waves that cascaded over my shoulders. My makeup was still flawless, though I touched up my lips with a nude gloss that made them look plump and kissable. I looked hot. Not cute or pretty or elegant – hot. Like the kind of woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. My pussy throbbed with anticipation as I thought about the Hidden Room, about all those powerful men who would see me in this outfit before I became their willing fucktoy for the night.
A text from Chase lit up my phone just as I was slipping into my white heels: "Lobby in 5? Let's take some photos before we head out 📸✨" I grinned, typing back a quick "YES! See you there 💕" before grabbing my clutch and heading down. When the elevator doors opened to the lobby, I spotted Chase immediately – she'd also changed into her after-party look, a stunning golden ensemble that complemented my all-white outfit perfectly.
Her face lit up when she saw me, and we both squealed like excited teenagers, rushing toward each other.
"Oh my god, Lisa! You look absolutely fucking hot!" Chase exclaimed, grabbing my hands and spinning me around to get the full view of my outfit. I laughed, returning the favor and admiring her look equally. "Shut up, look at you! We're going to kill it tonight. Come on, we need photos immediately."
We spent the next fifteen minutes in the hotel lobby, which had mostly cleared out except for a few other guests preparing to head to the after-party. Chase and I posed together in every configuration we could think of – serious fashion shots,
silly candid moments,
close-ups of our outfits,
laughing as we reviewed each photo and deleted the unflattering ones. My stylist snapped photos on my phone while Chase's assistant used hers, capturing the genuine joy and excitement radiating from both of us. We struck poses where I had my arm around her waist, where we were mid-laugh looking at each other,
where we both stared intensely at the camera with our best model faces.
"This one is perfect, we're posting this immediately," I announced, showing Chase a photo where we were both smiling widely, her in golden and me in white, the visual contrast absolutely stunning. She nodded enthusiastically, already pulling out her phone to coordinate our posting strategy. "Caption ideas? I'm thinking something about yin and yang, or like... 'When art becomes reality' or something fashion-y like that?"
I giggled, leaning against her as we brainstormed, my body buzzing not just with the joy of this moment but with the knowledge of what awaited me later. In just a couple of hours, I would be in that Hidden Room, and this confident, playful version of myself would transform into something even more primal and uninhibited. But for now, I was simply Lisa – successful, happy, surrounded by genuine friendship and celebration. And honestly? Both versions of myself felt absolutely fucking perfect.
The car ride to the after-party venue was filled with excited chatter between Chase and me, both of us still buzzing from the incredible energy of the main event. When we finally pulled up to the exclusive location hosted by GQ Magazine – the bass was already thumping so loud I could feel it vibrating through my chest before we even stepped inside. Chase grabbed my hand as we exited the car together, and I squeezed back, my heart racing with anticipation for multiple reasons. The after-party was always where the real fun happened, where everyone let loose after maintaining their polished public personas on the red carpet. But tonight held an extra layer of excitement that only I knew about – somewhere in this venue was the Hidden Room, waiting for me.
The moment we stepped through the doors, the atmosphere engulfed us completely. The space was dimly lit with purple and blue lights that pulsed in time with the music, bodies already moving on the dance floor in various states of abandon. I spotted celebrities everywhere – some I'd talked to earlier at the main event, others I'd only seen from afar. The dress code had clearly relaxed; people had changed into more comfortable, sexier outfits that allowed for actual movement and dancing. A few people called out our names as Chase and I entered together, and I waved enthusiastically, my white fur-trimmed blazer catching the lights beautifully. Before I could even fully process our surroundings, I felt hands on my waist – Bad Bunny had materialized beside us with a huge grin, already moving to the beat.
"Lisa! Chase! Finally, you made it! Come on, everyone's been waiting for the real party to start!" He practically shouted over the music, and without waiting for a response, he was pulling both of us toward the center of the crowded dance floor. I laughed, letting myself be dragged along, my body already responding to the infectious rhythm. Chase was giggling beside me as we weaved through the throng of dancing bodies, and suddenly we were right in the middle of everything – surrounded by some of the biggest names in entertainment, fashion, and music, all of them letting completely loose.
The DJ transitioned into a bass-heavy track that made my entire body vibrate, and I immediately lost myself in the movement. My hips swayed instinctively, my arms raising above my head as I let the music take over. The open blazer moved with me, the fur trim brushing against my bare skin, and I could feel multiple pairs of eyes on me – on my exposed white bra, my toned stomach, the confident way I moved my body. Chase was dancing right beside me, our bodies occasionally bumping together as we laughed and sang along to the lyrics. Bad Bunny was behind me, his hands respectfully on my waist as we all moved together in the crowded space, and I leaned back against him playfully, feeling completely free and alive.
For the next hour, I was completely immersed in the party. I danced with Chase, with Ningning, with strangers whose faces I recognized from magazine covers. Sweat began to glisten on my skin, my hair growing wilder and more tousled with each song, but I didn't care. This was exactly what I needed – this moment of pure, uninhibited joy before everything shifted. My pussy was still wet with anticipation, my body humming with arousal beneath the party atmosphere, but I pushed that awareness to the back of my mind for now. I wanted to enjoy this, to dance and laugh and celebrate everything I'd achieved. The Hidden Room would come soon enough, and when it did, I would be ready. But right now? Right now I was just Lisa, dancing in the middle of the Met Gala after-party, surrounded by incredible people, feeling absolutely fucking alive.
"Lisa, you're insane! I can barely keep up with you!" Ningning shouted in my ear over the music, both of us laughing breathlessly as the DJ dropped another beat and the crowd around us erupted in cheers.
As the night progressed and more drinks flowed, I noticed the subtle but undeniable shift in the atmosphere around me. The music had transitioned from high-energy party anthems to something deeper, more sensual – bass-heavy tracks with slower, grinding rhythms that made bodies naturally press closer together. Around the dance floor, I watched as the crowd began to pair off differently than before. Girls who'd been dancing in groups were now gravitating toward the men, hips swaying in ways that were far more suggestive, hands trailing along arms and shoulders. The lighting had dimmed even further, creating pockets of shadow and intimacy within the larger party space. It wasn't a dramatic change – no announcement, no sudden switch – just a natural evolution as everyone grew more comfortable, more uninhibited, more willing to show what they really wanted.
And fuck, did I want. My body was humming with arousal that had been building all night, my white bra now slightly damp with sweat, my skin flushed and hot. I found myself in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by an absolutely delicious collection of men – Adam Badaiwi with his intense dark eyes and sharp features, Kareem Rahma who kept making me laugh with his witty comments between songs, Colman Domingo whose sophisticated presence somehow made everything feel more elevated, Diplo who was an absolute master at reading the room's energy, Wisdom Kaye whose fashion-forward style matched my own aesthetic perfectly, and Jeremy Pope whose talent I'd admired for years. They'd all gravitated toward my orbit gradually, drawn by the energy I was putting out – confident, playful, completely unashamed of my sexuality.
But it was Damson Idris
who currently had my full attention, his strong hands resting on my hips as I pressed my ass back against him shamelessly, grinding in time with the music's pulsing rhythm.
(IMAGINE HIM AS IDRIS T_T)
He was an incredible dancer, matching my movements perfectly, and I could feel his body responding to mine – the unmistakable hardness pressing against my ass through our clothes making my pussy clench with want. I threw my head back against his shoulder, laughing breathlessly as I continued to move, my blazer falling completely open now to expose my white bra and toned stomach to everyone watching.
"Damn, Lisa, you're dangerous," Damson murmured directly in my ear, his voice low and rough with desire, his breath hot against my neck. His hands tightened slightly on my hips, pulling me even closer, and I could feel his cock growing harder. I turned my head to look at him, our faces inches apart, my eyes sparkling with mischief and undisguised lust.
"Dangerous? Baby, you haven't seen anything yet," I teased back, my voice equally low but laced with promise. I punctuated my words by grinding back against him harder, earning a sharp intake of breath that made me grin wickedly. Around us, the other men were dancing close too, creating a circle of masculine energy that made me feel absolutely electric. Adam moved closer to my side, his hand casually brushing my exposed waist as he danced, while Wisdom was on my other side, his body occasionally bumping against mine.
"Y'all better be careful, I think Lisa's about to start a riot on this dance floor," Kareem called out with a laugh, though his eyes were dark with obvious appreciation as he watched me move between the men. The group erupted in laughter and agreement, but no one moved away – if anything, they pressed closer, creating an increasingly intimate bubble within the crowded party space.
The conversation flowed easily despite the sensual dancing, comments about the earlier red carpet moments mixing with compliments about outfits and teasing remarks about who'd had too much to drink. But underneath it all was an undeniable current of sexual tension that made my skin tingle. My pussy was absolutely soaking wet now, my body responding to being surrounded by so many attractive, powerful men who were clearly interested. And the best part? This was just the warm-up. Soon enough, I'd be in that Hidden Room, and this teasing preview would become something far more intense and explicit.
Just when I thought the energy couldn't get any more intoxicating, I heard a commotion near the entrance and saw a new wave of people flooding in from what I recognized as the Zero Bond after-party crowd. My heart actually skipped a beat when I spotted three very familiar faces cutting through the crowd – Bad Bunny, who I'd been dancing with earlier, now returned with ASAP Rocky and Lewis Hamilton flanking him. The moment Bad Bunny's eyes found me in the center of my circle of men, his face broke into the biggest grin, and he started making his way over with Rocky and Lewis following close behind. The existing group immediately opened up to welcome them, and suddenly I was surrounded by an even more impressive collection of masculine energy – successful, powerful, incredibly attractive men who all seemed to have gravitated toward me like moths to a flame.
"Lisa! Yo, the Zero Bond party was dead compared to this. What are you doing to these poor men?" Bad Bunny called out teasingly as he rejoined our circle, immediately picking up the rhythm and moving closer to me. ASAP Rocky was right behind him, his signature swagger on full display as he gave me an appreciative once-over that made me feel absolutely delicious.
"Damn, Lisa, you're out here collecting men like infinity stones," Rocky joked, his voice smooth as silk, earning laughter from everyone in our circle including me. I spun around playfully, my blazer flowing open wider to give everyone an even better view of my body, my movements deliberately sensual as I danced between all of them.
"What can I say? I have excellent taste, and apparently excellent taste has a way of finding me," I shot back with a wicked grin, moving closer to Rocky and letting my hand trail briefly across his chest before spinning away toward Lewis Hamilton, who had been watching the whole exchange with an amused smile. "Lewis! Come here, dance with me."
Lewis stepped forward smoothly, his athletic build and natural confidence making my pussy clench even harder with want. He placed his hands on my waist with the kind of easy familiarity that came from years of being comfortable in exclusive circles, and I immediately pressed against him, grinding to the music's sensual beat. Around us, the other men continued dancing close – Damson on one side, Adam on the other, Bad Bunny behind me occasionally joining in, Rocky and Diplo laughing about something while still moving to the rhythm, Wisdom and Jeremy engaged in animated conversation about fashion that I could barely hear over the music but found adorable nonetheless. The atmosphere was absolutely electric – ten incredibly successful, attractive men all dancing with me, around me, their attention focused on me in ways that ranged from playful to intensely sexual.
"You know what's crazy? Earlier tonight on the red carpet, I was thinking about how surreal all of this felt," I said loud enough for the group to hear, my voice breathy from the exertion of continuous dancing but still playful and warm. "And now I'm here, surrounded by literally the most incredible men in entertainment, fashion, and music, dancing like we don't have a care in the world. This is fucking magical."
"That's because you're magnetic, Lisa. Everyone wants to be in your orbit," Colman Domingo said with his characteristic sophistication, his compliment genuine rather than flirtatious but still making me glow with pleasure. The other men murmured agreement, and I felt hands – multiple hands – casually touching my waist, my arms, my back as we all moved together. Nothing overtly sexual in this public space, but enough contact to make my skin burn and my arousal spike even higher. I was laughing, dancing, talking shit with these men about everything from the ridiculous drama at the other hosted parties to debates about the best performances of the night, all while my body moved in increasingly suggestive ways that made their desire for me abundantly clear. And the best part? Knowing that this was just the beginning of my night.
Given that you named dropped a lot of black male pornstars in your latest fic, could you still add Mandingo to the mix to make it a six man wanting to ravaged Lisa?
He was in the list to begin with, it was the very first name but I then changed it to richard mann
Since the series is non canon to the luscious Lisa series, a suggestion came to mind. What if as the stories go on, the black male pornstars try to make Lisa fall for their cock and make her forget about y/n? Like since she's experiencing the best of the best from legendary male black pornstars, their prowess and stamina can make Lisa sex drunk to the point that she forgets to update y/n since she just wants to fuck and keep going since she's matching herself with studs who can possibly even outmatch her. And since these are a rare occasion for her she'll put their collab as top priority. The way I see it since it's non canon I think this series can go a different route to Lisa's character getting slowly tested for her loyalty since she's about to experience Nirvana with black studs in the industry constantly fucking her. It can be up to you if you want to make their interactions them constantly making Lisa not answer calls and focus only them to make it look more ntr-ish. I just want to see y/n be on the back seat for now and see Lisa slowly lose herself in the challenge she put herself with.
WoW bro love the idea, I will okay definitely try this one then please can you dm me? I would love to talk with you.
I wake up on Sunday morning to the feeling of Lex's lips trailing down my spine, his large hands gripping my hips possessively. I'm still half-asleep, face buried in the pillow, but I immediately arch my back and spread my legs in invitation, a sleepy giggle escaping me. "Mmm, good morning to you too, Daddy. Someone's eager this morning." His low chuckle vibrates against my skin as he positions himself between my thighs, and I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance - still wet and ready from our activities last night. "Babygirl, you have no fucking idea. I woke up an hour ago just watching you sleep, thinking about how this is our last full day together, and all I could think about was how badly I need to be inside you again. I'm completely addicted to this pussy, to your body, to everything about you." The raw honesty in his voice makes my heart skip, and then he's sliding into me in one smooth thrust that makes us both groan with satisfaction.
What follows is the most sensually slow morning sex I've ever experienced - Lex taking his time, savoring every inch, every reaction, every sound I make. We're not rushing toward orgasm; we're just enjoying the feeling of being connected, physically and emotionally. He flips me onto my back so he can watch my face, and we end up just staring at each other while he moves inside me, occasional smiles breaking across both our faces. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me deeply. "All natural, no makeup, hair a mess, just purely you. And you feel incredible - god, Lisa, I don't know how I'm supposed to let you leave tonight." I cup his face tenderly, overwhelmed by the affection I feel for this man who's become so much more than just a legendary performer I wanted to fuck. "Then let's make today count, Lex. Let's pack it full of everything - sex, yes, but also just being together. I want to remember every moment of this weekend." We make love for nearly two hours in various positions, sometimes intense and passionate, sometimes slow and tender, frequently interrupted by fits of laughter when we try something ambitious and nearly fall off the bed or when our stomachs growl loudly in the middle of a particularly deep thrust.
Eventually, we drag ourselves to the shower - which of course turns into another round of sex against the tile wall, water streaming over us as Lex lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around his waist. We're both grinning like idiots between kisses, and I keep thinking how this is exactly what sex should be - fun, passionate, connecting, uninhibited. "So what's the plan for our last day, Daddy?" I ask as he's washing my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp in a way that's almost more intimate than the sex. "Because I'm thinking we should stay naked all day, order in food, and just alternate between fucking and talking until I absolutely have to leave tonight. No pressure, no schedule, just us enjoying each other until the very last minute." Lex grins wickedly, turning me around to face him. "I love the way you think, babygirl. Though I do have one special surprise planned for this afternoon - something I think you're really going to appreciate. But first, I'm going to cook us a massive breakfast because we're going to need the energy. This legendary performer you keep mentioning? He's about to show you exactly why that reputation is well-earned. I plan to have you screaming my name so many times today that you'll still be thinking about this weekend when you're shooting with other men next week." His confident declaration makes me laugh with pure joy, pulling him down for another kiss. "Challenge accepted, Daddy. Let's make this final day absolutely unforgettable."
By the time afternoon rolls around, Lex and I have already had sex three more times - once on the kitchen counter while making breakfast, once on the living room floor while attempting to watch a movie, and once bent over his desk in his home office when he was showing me some industry contracts. We're completely insatiable with each other, and I'm absolutely loving every second of it. When Lex checks his watch and tells me it's time for the surprise, I'm sprawled naked on his couch, thoroughly satisfied but already feeling that familiar ache of wanting him again. He extends his hand to me with a mysterious smile. "Come on, babygirl. Get dressed - and I mean actually dressed, not just throwing on one of my shirts. This requires real clothes." I pout playfully but comply, disappearing into the bedroom to slip into a simple black dress I brought. When I return, Lex is wearing jeans and a fitted black t-shirt, looking devastatingly handsome in that casual way that makes my mouth water. He takes my hand and leads me down a hallway I haven't explored yet, stopping in front of a closed door.
When Lex opens the door, my jaw literally drops. It's a fully equipped professional photography studio - lights, backdrops, cameras, the works. But what makes my breath catch is what I see set up: a beautiful cream-colored chaise lounge, soft lighting already positioned perfectly, and on a nearby table, an elegant leather-bound album. "Lex... what is this?" I breathe, looking between him and the setup with wide eyes. He wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. "This weekend, we've built something really special, Lisa. Something genuine and beautiful that I want you to remember always. So I'm going to photograph you - not for content, not for promotion, not for anyone else. Just for you. Intimate, artistic portraits that capture the real you, the woman I've gotten to know this weekend. The sensual side, yes, but also the playful side, the vulnerable side, the powerful side. And then, if you're comfortable with it, I want to photograph us together. Not sex - though we can absolutely incorporate sensuality - but images that show this connection we've created. Photos that tell the story of what this weekend really meant." Tears immediately spring to my eyes as I turn in his arms to face him, completely overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of this gesture. "You want to create art... with me? For me? Not for content or views, but just to capture this moment, this connection?" My voice cracks with emotion, and Lex cups my face gently, wiping away the tears that have started to fall.
"Exactly, babygirl. Because you deserve to have something from this weekend that's just yours, something that reminds you of how special you are - not as the BBC Queen, not as a performer, but as Lisa. The incredibly beautiful, passionate, funny, ambitious woman who's stolen my attention completely this weekend," Lex says softly, kissing my forehead. "I've been doing photography for over twenty years. I've shot some of the most beautiful women in the world. But I want to photograph you because you're not just beautiful - you're captivating. Your energy, your authenticity, the way you light up when you're genuinely happy... I want to capture that. And then tonight, when you go home to Y/N, you'll have this album full of images that show exactly how stunning you are through the eyes of someone who genuinely appreciates every facet of who you are." I'm fully crying now, completely undone by the emotional generosity of this surprise. This is so much more intimate than sex, so much more meaningful than another round of incredible physical pleasure. This is Lex truly seeing me, valuing me, wanting to create something lasting that celebrates not just my body but my entirety. "Fuck, Lex... this is the most thoughtful, beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me professionally. Yes. Absolutely yes. I want this so badly - I want to see myself through your eyes, I want to capture what we've created here. Thank you, thank you so much." I kiss him deeply, pouring all my gratitude and emotion into it.
Lex sets me up on the chaise first, positioning me carefully, talking to me throughout about what he's capturing and why. He photographs me in the see through black dress,
(PHOTO)
then has me slowly slip it off, creating a series that ranges from elegant to sensual to fully nude. But unlike any photoshoot I've ever done, this feels completely different - there's no performance, no playing to an audience. Lex keeps making me laugh between shots, telling me stories or making ridiculous faces to get genuine expressions of joy. He captures me looking vulnerable and thoughtful, powerful and confident, playful and mischievous. When he shows me some of the images on the camera screen, I barely recognize myself - I look so natural, so genuinely happy, so beautiful in a way that has nothing to do with sex appeal and everything to do with authentic emotion. "These are incredible, Lex. I look... I look like me. The real me. Not the performer, not the persona, just... Lisa. This is exactly what I needed without even knowing I needed it." Then Lex sets up the camera on a timer and joins me on the chaise, and we spend the next hour creating images together - some sensual with our bodies intertwined, some playful with us laughing and teasing each other, some tender with foreheads touching and genuine affection clear in every line of our bodies. By the time we finish, I'm emotionally exhausted in the best way, feeling seen and valued in a way that goes far beyond the physical connection we've shared all weekend.
After we finish the photoshoot and Lex has carefully transferred all the images to a secure drive for the album, I'm still sitting on the chaise lounge, wrapped in a silk robe, feeling emotionally vulnerable and incredibly connected to him. I watch as he meticulously packs away his camera equipment, admiring the care he takes with everything. When he turns back to me, there's a familiar heat in his eyes that makes my breath catch - that look I've come to recognize over this incredible weekend as pure, unfiltered desire. He stalks toward me slowly, deliberately, and I can't help but bite my lip in anticipation. "You know what, babygirl?" he says, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly tone that makes my pussy clench instinctively. "I just spent an hour photographing the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, capturing every curve, every expression, every perfect inch of you... and all I could think about the entire time was how badly I need to fuck you again. Looking at you through that lens, seeing you so open and vulnerable and trusting... fuck, Lisa, it's taking every ounce of self-control I have not to just bend you over that chaise right now."
I laugh breathlessly, feeling that familiar wetness already building between my thighs, because even after everything we've done this weekend, my body still responds to him instantly. I stand up slowly, letting the silk robe slide off my shoulders to pool at my feet, standing completely naked before him with a playful smile. "Well, Daddy, we do have a few more hours before I have to leave... and I distinctly remember someone saying they were going to make this last day unforgettable. So far you've fed me, fucked me senseless multiple times, and given me the most emotionally meaningful gift I've ever received. But I think there's still room for more, don't you?" I walk toward him slowly, swaying my hips deliberately, watching his jaw clench as his eyes track my movement. When I reach him, I run my hands up his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. "Plus, I've been thinking... we've had tender sex, we've had playful sex, we've had exploratory sex. But you know what we haven't had yet? Raw, desperate, 'I-can't-get-enough-of-you' sex. The kind where we're both so hungry for each other that nothing else matters. And Lex..." I press myself against him, feeling his already-hard cock through his jeans, rising up on my toes to whisper against his lips, "I want that. I want you to fuck me like you're trying to memorize how I feel, like you're claiming me one last time before I leave. Show me exactly why they call you a legend, baby."
That's apparently all the invitation Lex needs. In one fluid motion, he lifts me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries me across the studio. But instead of heading back to the bedroom, he presses me against the wall right there, his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that steals my breath. One hand grips my ass possessively while the other fumbles with his jeans, and within seconds I feel him freeing his cock, positioning himself at my entrance. There's no teasing this time, no slow buildup - just raw need as he thrusts up into me hard and deep, making me cry out against his mouth. "Fuck, babygirl, you feel so fucking perfect. I swear to god I'm addicted to this pussy, to you, to everything about being inside you," he groans against my neck, already setting a punishing rhythm that has me clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin through his shirt. The angle is intense, hitting that perfect spot deep inside me with every thrust, and I can't help but laugh breathlessly between moans because this is exactly what I wanted - pure, unrestrained passion driven by genuine desire. "Yes, fuck, Lex! God, you feel so good, so deep! I love this, I love how you can't get enough of me, how you're still so fucking hard for me after everything we've done!" I manage to gasp out between his relentless thrusts.
We fuck against that wall for what feels like forever, both of us completely lost in the intensity of it, until Lex carries me to the chaise lounge where he just photographed me, laying me down and immediately positioning himself between my legs again. The contrast of how tender and artistic that photoshoot was versus this raw, desperate fucking makes me giggle even as he pushes back inside me, and he grins down at me with that perfect combination of affection and lust. "What's so funny, babygirl? Am I not fucking you hard enough?" he teases, punctuating his words with particularly deep thrusts that make my back arch off the chaise. "No, no, it's perfect!" I laugh breathlessly, pulling him down for a messy kiss. "I'm just thinking how we went from creating art to you fucking me on the same furniture, and how that's basically the perfect metaphor for this entire weekend. You see all of me, Lex - the artist and the slut, the ambitious businesswoman and the insatiable BBC Queen - and you appreciate every part. That's why this weekend has been so incredible. Now please, baby, don't stop. Make me come on your legendary cock one more time. Fill me up and mark me as yours before I have to go home tonight."
The rest of the day becomes a beautiful blur of pure sexual connection that I'll treasure forever. Lex and I move from the studio to the bedroom, then to the shower, back to the living room couch, even out to the private balcony as the sun begins to set. We're both completely insatiable, driven by genuine desire rather than performance. What strikes me most is how Lex looks at me - not as the BBC Queen, not as a pornstar with hundreds of scenes, not even as a BLACKPINK member. He looks at me like I'm just Lisa, his girl for this weekend, a woman he genuinely wants and can't get enough of. Between rounds, we talk about everything - his early days in the industry, my dreams for LLOUD's future, our favorite foods, childhood memories. We laugh constantly, whether it's because we nearly fall off the couch trying a particularly ambitious position or because one of us makes a ridiculous face mid-thrust. The dirty talk flows naturally too, mixing with genuine affection in a way that makes everything feel more intimate. "God, Lisa, your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight right now. You feel how hard you make me? How much I need this? I could fuck you for days and still want more," Lex groans as he has me bent over the kitchen island, one hand fisted in my hair while the other grips my hip, pulling me back to meet his powerful thrusts. My legs are shaking from my third orgasm in the past two hours, but I'm already building toward another one because this man knows exactly how to work my body.
"Yes, Daddy, fuck! Your cock is so perfect, stretches me so good! I love how you can't stop, how you keep wanting me over and over!" I gasp out between moans, pushing back against him to take him even deeper. We come together, both of us crying out, and then we're laughing breathlessly as we collapse against the counter. "Jesus Christ, babygirl. I'm forty-seven years old and you've got me fucking like I'm twenty-five again. You've completely wrecked me this weekend," Lex says with genuine wonder in his voice, pulling me up to kiss me tenderly despite the raw intensity of what we just did. We take a brief break to order dinner, eating naked on his bed while discussing the funniest moments from our respective careers, feeding each other and stealing kisses between bites. Then we're back at it, this time slow and sensual as Lex lays me back on the bed and makes love to me with deep, measured strokes, our eyes locked, fingers intertwined above my head. It's intimate in a way that has nothing to do with the physical act and everything to do with the genuine connection we've built.
"You know what I'm going to miss most?" I whisper to him during one of our brief rest periods, both of us tangled together in his bed sheets, sweaty and satisfied but already feeling that familiar stirring of desire again. "This feeling of being completely myself with someone who appreciates every side of me. The ambitious businesswoman, the playful girlfriend, the insatiable slut who loves cock - you've embraced all of it without judgment. That's rare, Lex. Really fucking rare." He kisses my forehead softly, pulling me closer against his chest. "That's because you're extraordinary, Lisa. Not in spite of all those different sides, but because of them. You're multifaceted and complex and completely authentic, and that's what makes you so captivating. Anyone who can't appreciate the full package doesn't deserve access to any of it." His words make my eyes water again, and I hide my face against his neck, overwhelmed by how seen I feel. Then he's rolling us over, positioning himself between my legs again with a playful grin. "Now, we've got maybe two more hours before you need to leave, and I plan to spend at least ninety minutes of that inside you. Think you can handle a few more rounds, babygirl?" I laugh with pure joy, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him close. "Daddy, I'm the BBC Queen. I can absolutely handle whatever you've got left to give me. Now show me why this weekend with you has ruined me for anyone who comes after."
When Lex tells me he's going to show me exactly why the industry calls him a legend, I think I understand what he means - but holy fuck, I had no idea. The man I've been having incredible sex with all weekend suddenly transforms into something primal, dominant, and absolutely devastating. He starts with me on my back, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads me wide, and when he pushes inside me this time, the intensity is completely different. His thrusts are powerful, calculated, hitting spots inside me that make me see stars, and within minutes I feel that familiar coil tightening in my core. Then Lex leans down, his voice dropping to pure command. "Cum for me, babygirl. Right fucking now." And to my absolute shock, my body obeys instantly - I explode around his cock, screaming his name, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through me. I barely have time to catch my breath before he's moving again, changing the angle slightly, and within two minutes he does it again. "That's it, Lisa. Give me another one. Cum on my cock like the good girl you are." And fuck, I do - my pussy clenches around him as another orgasm rips through me, and I'm gasping, laughing in disbelief because I've never experienced anything like this level of control.
Over the next ninety minutes, Lex systematically takes me apart and puts me back together over and over again. He flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up to fuck me from behind while his hand wraps around my throat, and every few minutes he commands another orgasm from me - and every single time, my body responds like it belongs to him. When he finally pushes into my ass, the stretch is intense, but the way he works me open, the way he alternates between my holes, has me losing count of how many times I've come. We move through positions seamlessly - me riding him while he controls the pace with hands on my hips, bent over the side of the bed while he rails into me with animalistic intensity, on my side with my leg thrown over his shoulder while he drives impossibly deep. There are no breaks, no pauses to catch our breath - just continuous, relentless pleasure that has me sobbing his name, my voice hoarse from screaming. "Fuck, Daddy! I can't- oh god, yes, yes, I'm coming again! How are you doing this to me?!" I cry out as he pulls yet another orgasm from my exhausted body, and Lex just grins down at me with that dominant satisfaction.
"This is what twenty-five years in the industry teaches you, babygirl - how to read a woman's body, how to find every trigger, every spot that makes her lose control. Your pussy tells me exactly when you're close, and I know precisely what to do to push you over that edge. Now give me three more before we're done. I know you've got it in you," he growls, and somehow, impossibly, he delivers exactly that - three more earth-shattering orgasms that leave me completely boneless, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming intensity of it all. By the time those ninety minutes are finally up, I've genuinely lost count of how many times I've come - definitely more than twenty, possibly closer to thirty - and I'm lying in a puddle of our combined fluids, my entire body trembling, looking up at Lex with pure awe. "Holy fucking shit," I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths. "That... that was... I understand now. I completely understand why you're a legend, why girls talk about you the way they do. You didn't just fuck me, Lex - you fucking owned me. Every orgasm, every scream, every time my body obeyed your command... that was pure mastery. I've had sex with some incredible performers, but nothing - and I mean nothing - has ever come close to what you just did to me."
Lex finally pulls out of me, both of us completely spent, and gathers me into his arms despite how sweaty and messy we both are. I'm still shaking, aftershocks of pleasure rolling through me every few seconds, and he holds me through it, pressing gentle kisses to my forehead. "You took everything I gave you like an absolute champion, Lisa. That submission, that trust, letting me push you that far - that's special. Most women tap out long before we got to, but you stayed with me the whole way. That's why you're the BBC Queen, babygirl. Not just because you love BBC, but because you can actually handle the intensity that comes with the best in the industry." His words make me smile despite my exhaustion, and I curl into him, feeling thoroughly fucked, completely satisfied, and deeply grateful for this entire incredible weekend. When I finally check my phone and see it's time to start getting ready to leave, my heart clenches with genuine sadness - not just at ending the physical pleasure, but at leaving this bubble where I felt so completely seen and appreciated.
I'm standing in Lex's living room, fully dressed for the first time in what feels like days, my overnight bag packed by the door. I've showered and fixed my hair, but I can still feel the pleasant soreness throughout my entire body - a physical reminder of the most incredible ninety minutes of sex I've ever experienced, capping off a weekend that's been absolutely transformative. I'm checking my phone one last time, seeing a sweet text from Y/N asking what time I'll be home, when Lex walks over with two glasses of wine. He hands me one with that warm smile I've come to adore over these three days, and I take it gratefully, trying to ignore the slight sadness tugging at my chest. This bubble we've created has been so perfect, so genuine, and leaving it feels harder than I expected. Then Lex says something that makes me pause mid-sip, looking up at him with surprised curiosity. "You know, Lisa, I've been thinking... after this weekend, after experiencing not just your incredible talent but your professionalism, your intelligence, your genuine passion for this industry - I'd really love to work together officially. I mean, obviously we need to have that chemistry on camera, but after what we've shared these past three days, I think we could create something truly special for your fans and mine."
I blink at him, processing his words, and then I can't help but laugh - not mockingly, but with genuine amusement and a touch of relief because I'll be honest, the thought had crossed my mind too. Not during our intimate moments, not when we were building that genuine emotional connection, but in the quiet spaces between - I'd wondered if this incredible chemistry could translate into professional collaboration. I set my wine glass down and walk closer to him, reaching up to cup his face affectionately. "Lex, I'm so glad you brought that up because yeah, the thought definitely crossed my mind too this weekend. Not in a calculated way - like, I wasn't fucking you thinking 'oh this will be great for business' - but more like... how could I not consider it? The chemistry between us is fucking electric, the way you handle my body is genuinely legendary, and beyond the physical, we connect intellectually and emotionally in a way that would absolutely translate on camera. Plus, can you imagine what our fans would do if we announced a collaboration? The BBC Queen and Lexington Steele? That's literally dream content for so many people." I'm getting excited now, my business brain kicking in even as my heart feels warm from the weekend we've shared. "But Lex, I need you to know - and I mean this with complete sincerity - the fact that we might work together professionally doesn't diminish anything about these three days. What we shared was real and genuine and had nothing to do with business objectives. This weekend was about Lisa and Lex, not the BBC Queen and the Legend. Does that make sense?"
Lex pulls me into a warm embrace, kissing the top of my head, and I feel him nod against my hair. "That makes perfect sense, babygirl, because that's exactly how I feel too. This weekend was about connection, about two people genuinely enjoying each other without cameras or expectations or industry bullshit. But the fact is, that genuine connection we built? That's exactly what makes great content. When two performers actually like each other, actually respect each other, actually want to pleasure each other - that's when magic happens on screen. So yeah, let's absolutely make this happen professionally. Have your team reach out to mine, we'll work out the details, and we'll create something that does justice to what we've discovered together this weekend." He pulls back to look at me seriously, his hands still resting on my waist. "And Lisa? This doesn't have to be the end of the personal connection either. I meant what I said about you being extraordinary. I'd like to stay in touch, not just for business, but because I genuinely enjoy talking to you, spending time with you. No pressure, no expectations - I know you have Y/N and I respect that completely - but I hope we can be real friends going forward, not just professional colleagues."
His words make my eyes water for what feels like the hundredth time this weekend, and I pull him down for a soft, tender kiss - not sexual, just affectionate and grateful. "I would absolutely love that, Lex. Real friendship, genuine connection, and amazing professional collaboration. You've given me so much this weekend - incredible sex, yes, but also validation, artistic expression, intellectual stimulation, and a reminder of why I fell in love with this industry in the first place. Thank you for seeing me, all of me, and appreciating every facet." I take a deep breath, picking up my wine glass again and raising it in a toast. "So here's to future collaborations that will break the fucking internet, to a friendship built on mutual respect and genuine affection, and to a weekend that I'll treasure forever. You've absolutely ruined me for ordinary experiences, Lexington Steele. I hope you're proud of yourself." I'm smiling through happy tears now, and Lex clinks his glass against mine with that perfect combination of tenderness and playful heat in his eyes. "To us, Lisa Manoban. The BBC Queen and the Legend. This is just the beginning of something incredible." We drink, we share one last long embrace, and then I'm gathering my bag, heading toward the door with a full heart and a thoroughly satisfied body, already excited to tell Y/N about everything and to start planning the professional collaboration that will absolutely set the industry on fire.
I'm literally halfway out the door, my hand on the handle, when Lex's words make me stop and turn around with the biggest grin spreading across my face. The way he says it - that teasing, naughty smile combined with genuine desire in his eyes - makes my heart flutter and my pussy clench with sense memory of everything we've done this weekend. I drop my bag dramatically and walk back over to him, swaying my hips playfully, closing the distance until I'm standing right in front of him with my hands on his chest. "Lexington Steele, are you telling me that after absolutely destroying my holes for three days straight, after making me come more times this weekend than I can count, after fucking me so thoroughly that I'm going to be feeling you for the next week... you want more?" I'm trying to sound scandalized, but I'm laughing, my eyes sparkling with matching desire because fuck yes, I want that too. The sex with him isn't just good - it's transcendent, and it's made even better by the genuine emotional connection we've built. I reach up to pull his face down closer to mine, my voice dropping to something more intimate and sincere.
"Here's the thing, Daddy - and I mean this with complete honesty - I would absolutely love for our friendship to include a lot of sex. Because you're right, what we have isn't about industry personas or professional obligations. You genuinely desire Lisa, the girl, the woman - not the BBC Queen, not the pornstar, not the BLACKPINK member. And I genuinely desire you too, Lex the man who sees all of me and appreciates every facet. That kind of sexual chemistry combined with genuine emotional connection? That's fucking rare and precious, and I'm not about to walk away from it just because this weekend is ending." *I pause, making sure he's really hearing me. "Now, obviously we need to be respectful of timing and boundaries - I have Y/N, you have your own life and priorities - but the idea of you calling me up sometimes just because you're craving my tight pussy? Or me texting you when I'm in LA and desperate for that legendary cock? That sounds absolutely perfect to me. We can be real friends who genuinely care about each other AND be fuck buddies who give each other incredible pleasure. There's no rule that says we can't have both."
I kiss him then, deep and passionate, my tongue sliding against his as my body presses flush against him, and I can feel him already getting hard again despite how much we've fucked today. When I finally pull back, we're both breathing heavily, and I'm grinning like the shameless slut I am. "So yes, Lex. This friendship will definitely involve a lot of sex. You've officially earned unlimited access to these holes whenever our schedules align and the mood strikes. Because let's be real - after experiencing what you can do to my body, after feeling how perfectly your cock stretches me, after learning how you can make me come on command - I'm absolutely addicted. You've ruined me for mediocre experiences, and I'm going to need regular doses of Lexington Steele to maintain my sanity." I reach down boldly to palm his growing erection through his pants, squeezing gently. "This monster right here? Consider it part of my ongoing wellness routine. Mental health, physical satisfaction, and regular reality checks that sex can be both incredibly intense AND emotionally fulfilling - that's what you provide, and I'm not giving that up." I step back finally, picking up my bag again but shooting him one last heated look over my shoulder. "Now I really do need to get home to Y/N because I miss him and he's been so patient with me this weekend. But Lex? I'll be texting you soon about our professional collaboration, and probably even sooner than that when I'm horny and craving the way you fuck me. Thank you for everything - the sex, the connection, the friendship, and the promise of so much more to come."
