The consummation, so to speak, at long last of superstar Carter Cruise’s contract with super director Axel Braun is a cause célèbre indeed. And Cruise Control—which shares its name with the series of electronic party mixes Cruise has released through SoundCloud—delivers on the promise of this union.

Never one to take a standard approach to a star showcase, Braun opens this one with a very inventive lead-in that plays with the convention of the interview segments these movies usually place before scenes. As Cruise talks about the excitement of having sex with people you’ve just met—sat in a leather chair on a loading dock looking out on a train track, wearing her trademark ball cap and a tank-top reading “Don’t tell my mom”—a couple appears way in the background, heatedly making out and trading oral favors in soft focus. With Cruise continuing to reflect on sexual dynamics, the couple moves closer, and we see that it’s none other than Wicked Girl Asa Akira—the centerpiece of Braun’s last showcase, Asa Goes to Hell—and Steve Holmes. Finally taking notice of them, Cruise naturally invites herself to join in, and the sort of unhinged debauchery one would fully expect from these three ensues, replete with scads of anal, ass-eating, cum-swapping and more.

For the next two pre-scene clips, Cruise is sprawled on her stomach across an ornate-looking bed, cheerily dishing stories of past sexual exploits as if with a good pal over for a late-night hang at her medieval crib. The scenes themselves are less extreme than the opener, but plenty hot in their own right, proving (as if any fan of hers didn’t already know) that Cruise is just as scintillating in more conservative scenarios as she is the wild ones.

To get specific, the scenes are a passionate girl/girl with fellow Axel Braun Productions contract star Aiden Ashley, followed by a boy/girl with Tommy Gunn set in what appears to be a castle spire. The set-up in the latter makes little sense but is irresistibly cute regardless: Cruise, in pigtails and a red slip, sucks on a matching red lollipop while attempting to get the attention of a stoic Gunn—wearing only black chaps and a leather gimp mask. Getting increasingly pouty over his failure to acknowledge her, she finally pulls him to the center of the room and replaces her lollipop with his cock. A lot of furious fucking unfolds from there, capped off with a pop to her extended tongue.

The fourth and final scene returns to the filthiness of the first, and pushes it further. To start, we find Cruise locked naked inside a small cage through whose bars she blows and briefly plays Chinese finger trap to the silver-masked duo of Gunn and John Strong, after which she’s freed so the two can vigorously double penetrate her, only to put her back in the cage and give her a one-two facial creaming.

This return for AVN’s 2015 Best New Starlet after about a half-year hiatus from shooting is a bang of one across the board. Clever, infectious, with a highly engaging soundtrack and an all-KO display of Cruise’s range as a performer, it comes as a very welcome reminder of why she continues to be, and always has been, in complete Control.