Date: July 1996
Location: Independence Day Wrap Dinner, Los Angeles
Actress: Vivica A. Fox
Alexander's Status: Coming off *From Dusk Till Dawn* and locking down backend on *The Rock*; just closed a stealth stake in Roland Emmerich's Centropolis
Actress's Status: Fresh off *Independence Day*, her biggest film to date;
The rooftop of the Mondrian shimmered like a spaceship in heat. Colored floodlights cast everyone in moody hues of alien blue and champagne gold. Waiters in white linen glided across the terrace, balancing trays of calamari, tiny tacos, and tequila in crystal-cut tumblers. The wrap party for *Independence Day* was part celebration, part coronation — and somewhere under it all, a quiet audition for what came next.
Vivica A. Fox found him leaning against the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the Sunset Strip like he already owned it. White hair gleaming under the sodium lights. Tailored dark suit. No tie. A watch that looked older than time.
She didn't approach immediately. She finished her champagne, let someone from Warner crack a joke, then slipped away like it was her own idea.
"You only show up when the smoke clears," she said, sidling beside him, smile sharp.
Alexander didn't turn. He just handed her a fresh glass without looking. "No," he said, voice even and amused. "I light the match."
She laughed, real and low. "So you admit it."
"I never admit anything," he said, finally meeting her eyes. "But I will say this—if I was the kind of man who liked explosions... this summer has been a good one."
Vivica tilted her head. "You think *Independence Day* is just an explosion?"
"I think it's your arrival," he said, and it came without flirtation — just gravity. "And Hollywood doesn't know what to do when a woman like you walks through fire and doesn't come out singed."
Vivica stared at him. It would've been easier if he was just hitting on her. But Alexander Kaine didn't flirt. He disarmed.
"I play a stripper in that movie, you know," she said, testing him.
He leaned in, scent of bergamot and dominance. "You play a survivor. And the camera knew it."
The moment lengthened, shifted.
Down the terrace, Will Smith was doing shots with Goldblum. Roland Emmerich was deep in conversation with someone from Fox. But up here, it felt like another layer of Los Angeles — older, more private.
"You've seen a lot of women come and go," she said, voice soft now. "Why me?"
Alexander set his drink down, watching her.
"Because you're walking the line between icon and cliché," he said. "And you haven't fallen. Not yet."
Vivica's breath caught. She was used to agents, studio heads, men with deals. Not men who read her like a script.
"I'm tired," she said suddenly. "Of smiling for people who don't see me."
He didn't offer sympathy. Just silence — a rare and useful gift.
Then: "You want to make something real?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means I want to put you in a film that doesn't flinch," he said. "Something that burns. Not saves."
She raised an eyebrow. "You offering me a part?"
"I'm offering you the match."
Vivica smiled, slow and dangerous. "You always talk like this?"
"No," he said. "Only when I mean it."
The party swirled behind them. Applause from somewhere. Laughter. Cameras.
Alexander offered his hand. Not forward — just present.
Vivica stared at it for a second, then took it. His palm was warm, assured. She let him lead.
They didn't take the elevator. They used the stairs.
Down to the suite he kept in the Mondrian for nights like this. When the world was watching — and he wanted to disappear.
The door shut behind them with a click like prophecy.
The suite was sleek — all glass, leather, and shadow. But it wasn't the room Vivica noticed.
It was him.
He moved like heat rising from asphalt — steady, distorted, inevitable.
Vivica didn't wait for preamble. She dropped her clutch onto the floor. Kicked off her heels with the same energy she used to walk through fire on set. He didn't speak — just unbuttoned his jacket with deliberate grace, folding it across a chair like the ritual of a man who never lost control.
She stepped into him, not for a kiss — for contact. Palm to chest. Then down.
"You like fire?" she whispered, voice all smoke and sharpened steel.
Alexander's hands went to her waist like gravity. One slid around her hip. The other found the zipper at her back — slow, downward.
"You *are* fire," he said.
Then the silk peeled from her like a second skin too tired to stay on.
Their bodies collided, not soft but sure — teeth, nails, muscle, breath. Her thigh slid up his hip as he backed her into the window. The city watched, uncaring. Manhattan had seen less powerful collisions in its skyline.
She grabbed his hair. Not gently. Pulled his mouth to her neck.
"Don't hold back," she breathed. "I don't want mercy. I want it rough."
And he answered — not with words, but with a kiss that devoured her, she replied in kind. Their tongues rolled out obscenely.
Removing what was left of their clothes, stuck flesh to flesh. They tried to wield each other's bodies.
Hungry like a desert orphan, they breathed into each other.
Alexander cupped her breast, his other hand clutching her bubbly ass, leaving red prints on her chocolate skin.
He rolled a nipple in his mouth, tasting the sweetness, and then bit down lightly.
"Ahh." she moaned, roaming her hand all around his body, while feeling the heat of his cock on top of her bushy nether.
Vivica pushed him away, her eyes boring into him with desire.
Her hand still jerked his hardness, then she sank to her knees, looking up to him with burning heat.
Alexander locked into her dark eyes, combed his hands into her hair, for a sec he watched out through the glass wall down to the flickering city, he wanted to ask Tarantino if he really thought he was the king of the world compared to him.
Peppering kisses to his dick, Vivica reached the base of his cock, snuck her nose below his balls, she took a deep whiff of his musk.
Alexander almost moaned in power. He watched her expression of pure bliss. 'Actresses are really the best.' he thought to himself. They truly knew how to make a man drunk on lust.
Vivica sucked his balls, and rolled her tongue all over. From right to left. The releasing his nuts with a pop. She traced his dick from base to tip, from each side till his dick was covered in her spit.
Smiling at him she kissed his tip, and in one stroke took his dick as deep as she could.
"Ahhhh." Alexander moaned, as Vivica held him in her throat.
Slowly she pulled out, and then right at the end of the tip, plunged once more. This time an inch deeper, he again held him there for as long as she could, her throat seized around his cock, her body giving her the signs, but with the moans of Alexander she knew that he was not going to forget this any time soon.
She pulled out when her head started getting light.
Alexander looked down at Vivica, gasping for life. Though he saw her face bright with pride. Her eyes shining, and her spit all over her chin. He was already leaking pre-cum at this sight.
Alexander's cock throbbed with primal hunger as he gripped Vivica's chin, forcing her to look up at him with those lust-drenched eyes. He spat into her mouth, a thick, warm stream that she eagerly swallowed, her throat working to take it all. The sight of her, submissive and ready, made his dick twitch with anticipation.
He fisted her hair, yanking her head back so she was exposed and vulnerable. With a grunt, he rammed his cock into her mouth, fucking her face with deep, punishing thrusts. Her muffled moans vibrated around his shaft, driving him wild. Pre-cum leaked steadily from his tip, coating her tongue as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
Pulling out with a wet pop, he spun her around, bending her over the glass wall. Her ass was perfect, round and inviting, and he wasted no time in lining up his cock and slamming into her pussy. She cried out, the sound echoing in the room as he began to fuck her in earnest. His hips pounded against her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh a dirty, rhythmic beat.
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded her deeper and harder. The glass wall fogged up with their combined breath, a testament to their intense, animalistic fucking. Vivica's cries turned into whimpers as he hit that perfect spot, her body shuddering with each thrust.
Alexander's balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body on the edge of orgasm. With a final, brutal thrust, he held himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum.
Vivica's body shuddered with the intensity of her release, her inner muscles clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. Alexander's eyes rolled back, a low groan escaping his lips as he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
As they both rode out the waves of pleasure, Alexander's grip on Vivica's hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He held her close, his body still connected to hers, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Slowly, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Vivica's body trembled, her muscles still quivering with aftershocks. Alexander's eyes darkened with lust as he pulled Vivica towards the bed, his grip firm and demanding. He pushed her down onto the soft mattress, her body bouncy and inviting.
"Turn around," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I'm taking this ass."
Vivica's eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement flashing across her face. "But... it's my first time," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"Shush," Alexander commanded, his finger pressing against her lips. "I'll go slow. But I'm taking what's mine."
He positioned himself behind her, his cock already hardening again at the thought of claiming her virgin ass. He spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his shaft, coating it generously. Then, he pressed a finger against her tight, untouched hole, feeling her tense beneath him.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Let me in."
Vivica took a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing as she trusted him to guide her through this new experience. Alexander's finger slipped in, and she gasped, her body adjusting to the intrusion.
He worked her slowly, adding another finger, stretching her gently. Vivica's moans grew louder, her body responding to his touch. When he finally lined up his cock, she was ready, her body aching with need.
With a slow, steady push, Alexander entered her, his cock sliding into her tight, virgin ass. Vivica cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body clenching around him. He held still, giving her a moment to adjust, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're mine now. All mine."
Vivica pushed back against him, her body taking him deeper. "Yes," she gasped. "I'm yours. All yours."
With that, Alexander began to move, his hips thrusting gently at first, a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to tease and tantalize. Each movement was a whisper of pleasure, a promise of more to come. Vivica met each thrust, her body responding instinctively, her hips lifting to meet his, their connection deepening with each movement.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, a symphony of moans and gasps that echoed off the walls. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance as old as time, each thrust bringing them closer, deeper into each other. Alexander's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, guiding her, controlling her, claiming her.
His pace increased, the gentle thrusts turning into deep, powerful strokes. Vivica's breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt the pleasure building, coiling tight in her belly. Alexander's cock filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her, his every movement designed to drive her wild.
His hand reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation was almost too much, Vivica's body shaking with the intensity of it. Her moans turned into screams, her voice raw and primal, a testament to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Alexander's thrusts became erratic, his body tensing as he neared his own release. Vivica's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock, milking him, begging for his cum.
With a final, powerful thrust, Alexander came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum. He held himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Vivica's body continued to milk him, her orgasm rolling on, her screams turning into whimpers as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Alexander's cock softened inside her, but he didn't pull out, his body still claiming hers, still connected to hers. Vivica's body trembled, her muscles still quivering with aftershocks, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
Slowly, Alexander pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He rolled onto his back, pulling Vivica with him, her body nestled against his, her head resting on his chest. They lay there, their hearts beating in sync, their bodies sated.
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