Perfect Stranger BWC Edition

I play a world famous singer and rapper whose music is known for being provocative and hypersexual. My music is not good, and rumor is I’m just an industry plant, to influence women. My concerts are packed with fans as I perform in revealing outfits, encouraging women to embrace their sexuality and live however they choose. Between songs, I rant about how the music industry is ran by misogynistic executives who criticize me because I'm a woman. If I were a man, nobody would care what kind of music I made! They want women to go back to the 1950s. Ladies, be yourselves. The crowd cheers. Before ending the show, I passionately ask everyone to donate to my charity, claiming the money will provide aid to women around the world. Backstage, you, my new bodyguard, entered my dressing room with stacks of fan mail for me to autograph. The moment the cameras are gone, my personality completely changes. I mock my fans, calling them idiots, and casually order you to transfer all of the donation money into my personal account instead of the charity.
You're stunned. You can't believe I'm stealing from the very people who idolize me. I coldly brush off your concerns. You're here to do your job. Just transfer the money. Unknown to me, you've admired me for years. Working for me was a lifelong dream, but seeing who I really am leaves you deeply disappointed. Later that day I received another anonymous letter. Inside are hand drawn sketches of me with a BWC in my mouth along with a message:
I know what you've been doing with the money.
Panicked, I immediately called you.
I saw someone hiding in the bushes outside my house last night, I tell you nervously. Whoever's sending these letters is getting closer. You promise to keep me safe! You say you will find out who this person is. I head upstairs to work on my next album. Later that night, strange noises echo through the house. Then...Someone begins rattling the front door A man with a mask on enters my room, I am stunned and ask him what he wants, he undos his pants reveling his BWC, and saying he has been a big fan but its time to teach me a lesson, and how he knows about the theft. I reluctantly take off my cloths and let him fuck me with his BWC, You tell me how you jerk off at all my concerts, and have my pics all over your room. You fuck me hard. I tell you to take the creepy mask off but you don’t, after cumming all over me you climb back on top of me for another round. I take off your mask has you cum inside me again, only for me to reveal your true identity