Date: June 1995
Location: Beverly Wilshire Hotel – Charity Gala, Beverly Hills
Actress: Sandra Bullock
Alexander's Status: Fresh off wrapping Se7en, quietly negotiating Universal IPs like Jurassic Park and Fast & Furious, transitioning from indie king to major studio threat.
Sandra's Status: Riding high after Speed and While You Were Sleeping; America's sweetheart, but unsure of her next move. Wary of being typecast, new to fame's spotlight.
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The grand ballroom of the Beverly Wilshire glowed beneath crystal chandeliers. Polished marble floors reflected the soft flicker of candlelight and the shimmer of sequined gowns. The hum of Hollywood's elite mingled beneath the summer heat, scented with jasmine and expensive cologne, punctuated by the clink of glasses and carefully curated laughter.
But Sandra Bullock felt disconnected, her smile strained as studio heads and socialites passed by. She stood near the bar in a fitted black gown, sipping champagne and dodging eye contact with a producer pitching a rom-com.
Then the room shifted.
Alexander Kaine entered like a weather front. Blue suit. White hair. Green eyes sharp as broken glass. He didn't walk through a room—he reset its center of gravity.
Both walked toward each other like it was inevitable.
Across the room, Sandra moved with a poised yet approachable grace, her smile warm but carefully measured. She stood on the cusp of something huge, still wrestling with the lingering uncertainty that came with sudden fame.
Alexander Kaine, dressed in a midnight-blue velvet tuxedo, his white hair slicked to a flawless shine, scanned the room like a predator marking territory. Despite the swirling social chaos, his presence cut through it with calm, commanding gravity. He was the kind of man everyone noticed—but no one dared interrupt unless invited.
"Ms. Bullock," Alexander's voice was smooth, low, with an edge of amused confidence. "I must say, the way you've commanded this room tonight rivals any leading role I've seen on screen."
Sandra smiled—amused, flattered. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Kaine. I hear your reputation precedes you—something about turning bets into empires?"
Alexander chuckled softly, eyes twinkling. "Bets, yes. Like the indie film Pulp Fiction."
"And you, Miss Bullock," he added, voice calm and low, "you made Speed run. That was impressive."
Sandra turned to face him. "And you made it happen, right? Producer credit. Though I never saw you on set."
"Would've been a distraction," he said.
"For the director?"
"For you."
She blinked, then laughed—genuine, caught off guard. "Wow. That's a hell of an opener."
He tilted his head slightly. "And yet you're still here."
He gestured toward the balcony. She followed—without quite deciding to.
Outside, under the stars, she leaned on the railing.
"So… what's next for the mysterious Mr. Kaine?"
"Just wrapped a film. Se7en. Brutal. Cerebral. David Fincher directed."
She raised a brow. "Sounds dark."
"I like what makes people uncomfortable. Discomfort tells the truth."
She eyed him. "You give off that vibe. Like you think comfort makes people soft."
"I think comfort makes them slow."
She studied him. Sharp edges. No small talk. No wasted motion.
"You noticed me ducking the room earlier," she said.
He nodded. "You're not here to be saved."
"I'm tired of playing passengers," she said, voice quieter now.
He smiled. "You weren't a passenger in Speed. You drove it."
"And now I'm supposed to sit tight for a sequel?"
"I'm not interested in sequels," he said. "I'm interested in moves that change careers."
Her eyes narrowed. "Whose? Yours or mine?"
He stepped closer. No rush. No sell.
"Both."
A beat of silence. She didn't look away.
"What kind of move?"
"A franchise," he said. "You'd lead it."
"What's it about?"
"A crew of women. Smart, dangerous. Stealing something worth stealing."
She arched a brow. "You have a name for this fantasy?"
He smirked. "Ocean's Eight. I'll show you the pitch tomorrow."
She gave him a look. Then shook her head, amused. "That's not subtle."
"I'm not known for subtlety."
"And if I say no?"
"You won't."
Silence again—but now it held promise instead of distance.
He offered his arm.
"Let's go somewhere quieter," he said. "Somewhere that doesn't echo with other people's expectations."
She hesitated—just enough to maintain the illusion of choice.
Then she slipped her hand through the crook of his arm.
They disappeared down a side hallway, unhurried.
A few moments later, the elevator doors closed.
Inside the penthouse, Sandra Bullock and Alexander, their breaths heavy with anticipation, find themselves in a passionate embrace.
Their lips meet in a fiery kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that has been building for what feels like an eternity.
Alexander's hands roam over Sandra's curves, gripping her ass and pulling her tightly against him.
She moans softly, her nails digging into his back as she presses her body against his growing erection.
"You are one sexy women," Alexander growls, his voice hoarse with desire.
Sandra smiles, her eyes sparkling, she takes his hand as he leads he into the penthouse.
"Let me freshen up a bit," she says getting closer to him, and giving him a deep kiss.
Sandra Bullock slips away from Alexander's embrace, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she makes her way to the bathroom.
She turns to look at him one last time before closing the door, her eyes filled with promise. "I won't be long," she purrs, her voice a seductive whisper.
The bathroom is luxurious, with marble floors and a large, inviting tub that takes center stage. Sandra turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until it's just right—hot, but not scalding.
She adds a generous pour of bath oil, the scent of jasmine and vanilla filling the air as the tub begins to fill.
She slips out of her robe, letting it fall to the floor in a heap of soft fabric.
Her body is toned and curvaceous, a testament to her dedication to fitness and her natural, feminine allure.
Her breasts are full and round, her nipples a soft pink, hardening slightly in the cool air. Her waist nips in, accentuating her hips, which flare out in a perfect hourglass figure.
Her ass is round and firm, and her legs are long and toned, with a light dusting of freckles across her shoulders and chest that add to her unique beauty.
She steps into the tub, lowering herself into the steaming water with a satisfied sigh.
The water rises to her shoulders, her body submerged except for her head, which is tilted back, her eyes closed in bliss.
She takes a moment to simply enjoy the sensation of the hot water on her skin, her muscles relaxing as the tension of the day melts away.
Sandra reaches for a soft, plush sponge and dips it into the water, squeezing it gently to create a lather with her bath gel.
She starts at her shoulders, washing herself slowly and sensually, taking her time to enjoy the experience.
Her hands glide over her collarbones, down her arms, and across her chest, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with the sponge.
Her hands move lower, tracing the curves of her ribs and the dips of her hips.
She washes her stomach, her fingers dancing over her skin, before moving even lower.
She parts her legs slightly, allowing the water to lap at her most intimate area.
Her hands glide over her trimmed pubic area, the hair soft and neat, a small landing strip that leads the eye down to her swollen sex.
She uses the sponge to wash herself there, her touches gentle and teasing, her breath hitching as she stimulates her clit with the soft sponge.
Her other hand cups her breast, her thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple as she pleasures herself, her body arching slightly as she enjoys the dual sensation.
"Mmm," she moans softly, her eyes still closed, her mind filled with images of Alexander and the night that awaits her.
She increases the pressure slightly, her breaths coming in short gasps as she brings herself closer to the edge. But she doesn't let herself go over, not yet. She wants to save that for Alexander.
With a final, shaky breath, she removes her hand, her body trembling with unspent desire.
She rinses the sponge and uses it to clean the rest of her body, her movements quicker now, her mind focused on the man waiting for her in the other room.
Sandra stands up, the water cascading off her body as she steps out of the tub.
She grabs a plush towel, wrapping it around herself as she takes a moment to compose herself. Her body is flushed, her skin glowing, and her eyes are bright with anticipation.
She takes a deep breath, a smile playing on her lips as she prepares to join Alexander, ready to give him a night he'll never forget.
She sees Alexander on the bed, the book upside down, and lightly laughs. "You know, most people read right-side up," she teases, walking up to him with a seductive smile.
Alexander looks up, a playful grin on his face. "Well, I'm not most people," he replies, closing the book and setting it aside. "And you look absolutely stunning."
He stands up from the bed, the towel around his waist doing little to hide his growing erection. He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers, the hunger in his eyes mirroring the fire burning within her.
She drops the towel, letting it fall to the floor with a soft whisper. Her body is on full display, her skin still glistening from her bath, her nipples hard and inviting. Alexander's breath hitches as he takes in the sight of her, his eyes roaming over her curves with unbridled appreciation.
He reaches out, his hands cupping her face as he leans in to kiss her. Their lips meet in a fierce, passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that has been building all night. Sandra's hands find their way to his towel, quickly untying it and letting it fall to the floor. She wraps her hand around his length, stroking him gently, feeling him pulse in her hand.
Alexander groans into her mouth, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, her ass, pulling her tightly against him. He walks her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed, and she sits down, her eyes never leaving his.
He kneels before her, his hands pushing her legs apart as he leans in to kiss her inner thigh. She shivers in anticipation, her body trembling with need. He kisses his way up her thigh, his tongue darting out to taste her, his fingers teasing her entrance. She moans, her head falling back, her eyes closing as she gives herself over to the sensations.
He enters her slowly, his cock filling her inch by inch, their breaths mingling as they both moan in pleasure. The sensation of him stretching her, invading her, is intoxicating, and Sandra's eyes flutter closed as she savors the feeling of being impaled on his length. He takes his time, drawing out the anticipation, the tension, until he is fully sheathed within her, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways.
Alexander starts to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He pulls back, almost exiting her completely, before sliding back in, their bodies meeting with a wet, satisfying slap. He sets a pace that is torturously slow, building the tension within them, stoking the fire of their desire.
He leans down, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores her mouth, mimicking the movements of his hips, fucking her mouth in the same slow, deliberate pace as his cock fucks her pussy. Sandra moans into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his, their breaths mixing as they devour each other.
Sandra wraps her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back, urging him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him. Her nails dig into his back, scoring his flesh as she holds on, meeting each of his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving in sync, their passion building with each stroke.
"God, you feel amazing," Alexander growls, his voice hoarse with desire. "So tight and wet for me."
Sandra smiles against his mouth, her eyes locked on his. "Don't stop, Alexander," she whispers. "Keep going. I want to feel all of you."
Their bodies are slick with sweat, the room filled with the musky scent of sex and the sound of their ragged breaths and moans. Alexander's hips roll against hers, the base of his cock grinding against her clit with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body.
Sandra's inner muscles clench around him, trying to draw him in deeper, her body begging for more. She breaks the kiss, her head falling back as she cries out, her voice filled with pleasure. "Yes, Alexander. Just like that. Don't stop."
He obliges, his hips moving faster now, his control slipping as he gives in to the primal need to claim her, to mark her as his. He rears up, his hands gripping her hips as he pounds into her, his body slamming against hers with a force that leaves them both breathless.
Sandra's body tenses, her inner muscles clenching around him as she feels her orgasm building. "Alexander," she cries out, her voice a plea. "I'm so close. Keep going. Don't stop."
He leans down, his teeth capturing her nipple, biting down gently as he continues to move inside her. The sensation sends her over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cries out his name. Her orgasm triggers his, and with a final, deep thrust, he releases inside her, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their shared pleasure.
As their orgasms subside, Alexander and Sandra are left panting, their bodies still entwined, their connection deeper than ever. Alexander rolls off her but keeps her close, his arm wrapped around her waist, their legs tangled together. They share a soft, tender kiss, their eyes locked, communicating volumes without saying a word.
Sandra smiles mischievously, her hand trailing down his chest, his abs, and further down to his semi-hard cock. "I'm not done with you yet," she whispers, her voice a sultry promise.
Alexander raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really? And you thought i was?"
"haha, not really... i have heard the rummers."
"huh"
She grins, pushing him gently onto his back and straddling his chest. "I want to taste you," she says, her voice a seductive purr as she leans down and takes his cock in her mouth, swallowing him whole. Alexander groans, his hands gripping her thighs as she begins to suck him, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip.
Alexander isn't one to be idle, and he pulls her down, his hands on her hips, until her pussy is level with his mouth. He can smell her, taste her, and he dives in, his tongue exploring her folds, licking and sucking, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Sandra moans around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine.
He lightly caresses her trimed pubs.
They find a rhythm, their bodies moving in sync as they pleasure each other, their moans filling the room, a symphony of desire and passion. Alexander's tongue flicks against her clit, his fingers entering her, curling up to hit that sweet spot inside her that makes her see stars. Sandra responds by taking him deeper, her head bobbing faster, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock, stroking in time with her mouth.
"Fuck, Sandra," Alexander growls, his voice muffled against her pussy. "You're so fucking good at that."
She pulls off him, with flushed face. "So are you,"
With that, she climbs off him, her body glistening with sweat, her eyes wild with desire. Alexander lies back, his cock hard and ready, a smirk on his face as he watches her straddle him, positioning herself above his length.
Sandra takes him in her hand, guiding him to her entrance, and slowly, inch by inch, she lowers herself onto him, their moans mingling as he fills her once again. She starts to move, her hips rolling, her body undulating as she rides him, her hands on his chest for leverage.
Alexander's hands find her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he helps her set the pace, their bodies moving in sync, their connection profound and undeniable. He leans up, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
Sandra throws her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she moans, her body moving faster now, her hips rolling, her inner muscles clenching around him as she chases her orgasm. Alexander meets her thrusts, his hips lifting off the bed, their bodies slapping together, the sound of their passion filling the room.
"Come for me, Sandra," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
"That was... incredible," Sandra whispers, her voice soft and content.
Alexander smiles.
"haha, the night is still young babe."
Sandra looks at him in Faux horror.
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