Date: December 1996
Location: New York City, private casting studio for *Cruel Intentions*
Actresses: Sarah Michelle Gellar & Selma Blair
Alexander's Status: Quietly finalizing the Marvel acquisition, locking in the cast for *Cruel Intentions* under his indie prestige label
Actresses' Status:
— Sarah: TV's *Buffy*, now pushing hard for a dark, adult breakout role
— Selma: Little-known, eager, untested — this audition *is* her shot
The casting room was cold by design — nothing like the velvet-scented warmth of fame that waited outside. Bare walls, flat light, a folding table with bottled water, and a tape recorder already running. But in the back row, alone in a leather chair that didn't belong in the room, sat Alexander Kaine.
He didn't take notes. He didn't blink often. He _watched_ — with the clinical interest of a man investing in chemical reactions, not people.
On stage, Sarah Michelle Gellar flipped the script closed.
"This scene's ridiculous," she said.
Selma Blair, half-seated on the edge of a prop couch, froze mid-line. "Sorry, I—?"
"No," Sarah said, looking at the casting director, then past him — directly to Alexander. "It's ridiculous because it works."
She crossed to Selma without waiting for direction, took the page from her hand, and whispered, "Let's just do it."
Selma nodded, nervous. But she didn't pull away when Sarah leaned in.
What followed wasn't just a kiss — it was a _challenge_. A slow-burn explosion, built from friction, command, surrender, calculation. Selma trembled. Sarah didn't.
Alexander's gaze never flickered.
When it ended, Selma let out a shaky laugh. "Was that... okay?"
Sarah didn't answer her. She turned to the back row.
"Well?" she said to Alexander. "Have you decided who's the predator?"
He stood.
"No," he said. "Because the real scene hasn't started yet."
The room went silent. Even the casting director sat straighter.
Sarah tilted her head. "What are we auditioning for, then?"
"Power," Alexander replied. "Sex is just the format."
Selma, still breathless, looked from him to Sarah. "And who wins?"
Alexander stepped forward. Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just enough to remind them both the room was his.
"The camera."
The answer hit like a match struck in the dark.
He turned to Selma. "You're unformed. That's good. You'll be the mirror."
Then to Sarah. "And you — you've been cast since the moment you walked in."
She smiled. Sharp. Triumphant. "Of course I have."
He didn't smile back. "Don't make me regret it."
She didn't flinch.
As they gathered their bags, Selma glanced at Sarah. "Do we stay?"
Sarah looked at Alexander, then back to her. "We don't leave."
Later that night, the three of them exited the studio through a private door into the velvet-black December chill. A car waited. Not a limo. Not a cab. Just quiet leather and darkened windows.
They slid inside, all three.
The suite was candlelit, but not romantic — deliberate. Sparse. No music. Just the soft sound of city snow tapping at the windows, and the weight of three people who had not stopped thinking about that audition.
Sarah poured the wine. Red. Full-bodied. She handed Selma a glass but didn't drink from her own.
Alexander remained standing. Still in his overcoat. Watching.
"Let's get to the real scene," Sarah said, voice low, almost amused.
Selma shifted on the velvet settee, unsure whether to sit or stand. Her voice came tentative. "What scene?"
Sarah moved to stand behind her, hands on her shoulders.
"The one where you realize who's directing."
Sarah kisses Selma again, this time with no pretense of an "audition." It's slower, more deliberate. Their lips meet softly at first, then Sarah parts Selma's lips with her tongue, exploring her mouth with a confidence that leaves Selma breathless. The kiss deepens, becoming a dance of tongues and teeth, no hesitation now. Selma moans softly into it, a sound that is both surprised and wanting, her body already responding to the electric touch.
Alexander removes his coat and sits, but still doesn't touch either of them. He's orchestrating without moving a finger. Every breath from him is permission — and a dare. He leans back, his eyes never leaving the two women, his presence a silent command that heightens the tension in the room. His gaze is intense, hungry, as if he's savoring every second of their intimate dance.
Sarah guides Selma's hands to her waist, her fingers wrapping around Selma's wrists to press them against her body. Their bodies mirror each other, pressing close, breathing in sync. Selma's fingers shake, but she doesn't stop. She wants to learn, to understand the contours of Sarah's body, the heat of her skin beneath the fabric. Each touch is a discovery, a revelation of desire.
Selma breaks the kiss — not to flee, but to look at Alexander. Her eyes are glazed with desire, her breath coming in short gasps. "What am I supposed to do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with a mix of curiosity and longing.
Alexander leans forward, his voice low and commanding. "Stop asking. Start wanting." His words are a spark, igniting something primal within Selma. She turns back to Sarah, her eyes hungry, and kisses her again — with hunger now. With intent. Her body is alive, every nerve ending ignited by the promise of pleasure.
Clothes slip away, piece by piece. Not rushed. Like a scene with no cut, no edit. Selma's dress falls to the floor, revealing her lingerie beneath. Sarah's blouse is unbuttoned slowly, each button a promise. Skin is revealed under silk, breaths fogging against collarbones, thighs, necks. The room is filled with the sound of their breathing, the rustle of fabric, the soft moans of anticipation. The air is thick with their desire, a tangible force that pulls them closer.
Sarah takes control of the pace, positioning Selma atop her on the velvet settee. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, their bodies align perfectly. Sarah murmurs things no camera would capture, words of desire and instruction, her voice a soft, seductive whisper. Selma listens, her body responding instinctively, and then repeats them back. Louder. More confident. Each word is a spark, igniting a fire within her.
Alexander finally moves, standing behind them both. He doesn't rush to touch — but when he does, it's to frame their bodies, not force them. His hands are gentle but firm, guiding Selma's hips, tracing the curve of her spine. They answer his touch, moving in harmony, their bodies a canvas for his direction. His presence is a silent command, a guiding force that heightens their pleasure.
Alexander moves in front of Selma, his presence commanding and dominant. He undoes his belt, the sound of leather against metal filling the room, a promise of what's to come. Selma's eyes widen as she sees his cock, hard and ready. Alexander pushes his dick to Selma's lips, her breath hot against his skin. She parts her lips, taking him in slowly, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Sarah, not wanting to be left out, joins in, her lips brushing against Alexander's shaft as she kisses and licks, her tongue tracing the length of his cock. Selma, meanwhile, focuses on his balls, her tongue teasing and licking, her fingers gently cupping and massaging.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues, the soft moans of desire. Alexander's hands tangle in their hair, guiding them, urging them on. His cock throbs in Selma's mouth, her lips stretching around him as she takes him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length. Sarah's lips are soft and wet, her tongue exploring every inch of his shaft, her hands wrapped around the base, stroking in sync with Selma's movements.
Alexander pulls back, his cock glistening with their saliva. He looks down at Selma, his eyes filled with a hunger that makes her shiver. "On your back, Selma," he commands, his voice low and rough. She complies, her body moving with a grace that belies her inexperience. Sarah, ever the eager participant, positions herself between Selma's legs, her eyes meeting Selma's as she spreads her thighs wide, exposing her to the cool air and the heat of Sarah's gaze.
Sarah leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste Selma. Selma gasps, her hips bucking at the sudden sensation. Sarah's tongue is skilled, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot. She teases Selma's clit, her tongue circling it slowly, building the pleasure. Selma's moans fill the room, her body writhing as Sarah's tongue delves deeper, her fingers joining in, stretching and exploring.
Alexander positions himself at Selma's head, his cock poised at her lips. Selma opens her mouth, taking him in again, her tongue swirling around him as Sarah continues to eat her out. The sensation of being filled, of being pleasured from both ends, is overwhelming. Selma's body is a live wire, every touch, every lick, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
Alexander starts to move, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of Selma's mouth. Selma's moans are muffled, her lips stretched around him. Sarah's tongue keeps pace, her fingers curling inside Selma, hitting spots that make her cry out. The room is a symphony of pleasure, the sounds of their bodies meeting, the wet sounds of tongues and fingers, the moans and gasps of desire.
Alexander's pace quickens, his cock sliding deeper into Selma's throat. Selma relaxes, taking him in fully, her nose pressing against his skin. Sarah's tongue is relentless, her fingers pumping in and out of Selma, her other hand reaching up to tease Selma's breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.
The pleasure builds, a wave that threatens to consume them all. Selma's body tenses, her orgasm building, her moans vibrating around Alexander's cock. Sarah feels it, her tongue and fingers moving faster, urging Selma on. Alexander's hips move faster, his cock sliding in and out of Selma's mouth, his body tensing as he nears his own climax.
Selma comes first, her body convulsing, her cry muffled around Alexander's cock. Sarah rides out her orgasm, her tongue and fingers continuing to tease and pleasure. Alexander follows, his cock pulsing as he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Sarah pulls back, her face glistening with Selma's juices, a satisfied smile on her lips. Alexander pulls out of Selma's mouth, his cock still hard, ready for more.
Sarah moves towards Alexander, her body slick with sweat and desire. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hunger and challenge. "I hope you have some for me," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. Alexander's lips curve into a smug smile, his eyes dark with lust. "I have in spades," he replies, his voice a low growl.
He reaches out, pulling her close, his hands gripping her ass as he lifts her up. Sarah wraps her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Their bodies press together, skin to skin, the heat of their desire a tangible force. Alexander carries her to the settee, laying her down gently. He positions himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready, poised at her entrance.
Sarah looks up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Fuck me, Alexander," she whispers, her voice a plea. Alexander leans down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. He thrusts into her, his cock sliding in easily, her wetness coating him. Sarah moans into his mouth, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. Alexander starts to move, his hips rolling as he slides in and out of her, his cock filling her completely.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, the soft moans and gasps of desire. Alexander's pace is steady, his cock sliding in and out of Sarah with a rhythm that builds the pleasure. Sarah's nails dig into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper, harder.
Alexander leans down, his lips capturing one of Sarah's nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Sarah arches her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. Alexander's teeth graze her nipple, his tongue soothing the sting. He moves to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his cock never stopping its relentless pace.
Sarah's body is a live wire, every touch, every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through her. She can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short gasps. Alexander feels it too, his own pleasure building, his body tensing as he nears his climax.
He pulls out, flipping Sarah onto her hands and knees. He positions himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance. He thrusts into her, his cock sliding in easily, her wetness coating him. Sarah cries out, her body pushing back against him, urging him deeper. Alexander starts to move, his hips rolling as he slides in and out of her, his cock filling her completely.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, the soft moans and gasps of desire. Alexander's pace quickens, his cock sliding in and out of Sarah with a force that makes her cry out. Sarah's body is a live wire, every touch, every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through her. She can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short gasps.
Alexander reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, teasing and rubbing. Sarah cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her orgasm crashing through her. Alexander follows, his cock pulsing as he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapses on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Alexander pulls out, rolling onto his back. Sarah turns to him, a satisfied smile on her lips. "You were right," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "You do have it in spades."
Selma, flushed, her eyes darting to Alexander. "What about me?" she asks, her voice a mix of curiosity and longing. "I want to feel him too."
Alexander, his eyes dark with lust, leans forward, his voice low and commanding. "If you want it, put my dick in your little pussy yourself." His words are a challenge, a dare.
Selma swallows hard, her eyes wide with a mix of nerves and excitement. She reaches out, her hand trembling as she wraps her fingers around Alexander's cock. She guides him to her entrance, her breath hitching as she feels the head of his cock press against her. She pushes down slowly, taking him inch by inch, her eyes never leaving Alexander's.
"Fuck," she whispers, her voice laced with a mix of pain and pleasure. "You're so big."
Alexander grins, a smug, satisfied smile. "And you're so tight, Selma. You're going to feel every inch of me." He thrusts up gently, his hips meeting hers, filling her completely.
Selma moans, her head falling back, her body adjusting to the sensation of being stretched and filled. "More," she gasps. "I want more."
Sarah, not wanting to be left out, moves behind Selma, her hands exploring Selma's body. She leans in, her lips capturing Selma's earlobe, her tongue flicking out to tease. "You're doing so good, Selma," she murmurs. "You're taking him so well."
Selma's body shivers at Sarah's touch, her hips moving in sync with Alexander's thrusts. "Sarah," she moans. "I need... I need more."
Sarah's hands move to Selma's breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. "You want to come, Selma?" she asks, her voice a sultry whisper. "You want to come all over Alexander's cock?"
Selma nods, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short gasps. "Yes," she cries out. "I'm so close."
Alexander's pace quickens, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of Selma with a force that makes her cry out. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, teasing and rubbing.
Selma's body convulses, her orgasm crashing through her. She cries out, her inner muscles clenching around Alexander's cock. Alexander follows, his cock pulsing as he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
They collapse in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Selma looks up at Alexander, a satisfied smile on her lips. "That was... incredible," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "I want to do it again."
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