Date: May 1997
Location: Wembley Stadium, Spiceworld Tour backstage dressing room
Actresses: Melanie Brown (Mel B), Geri Halliwell
Alexander's Status: In Europe to solidify AEG's music and live events foothold; just inked a multi-country sponsorship deal with Virgin Records for concert tours and merch pipelines
Actresses' Status: Midway through *Spiceworld* tour at absolute global peak; internal rifts forming — Geri's ambition vs. Mel B's dominance; tabloids circling, solo murmurs rising
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Wembley hummed like a beast mid-roar. The floor still echoed with fifty thousand screams, the stadium lights dimmed but not yet dead, and the scent of sweat, hairspray, and triumph clung to the air like stage fog that refused to clear. In the dressing room beneath the stage, the Spice Girls' empire felt far less harmonious.
"I'm not your bloody backup, Geri!" Mel B's voice cracked the room like a whip.
"Then stop acting like it's your bloody show!" Geri snapped back, eyes blazing, red hair half-undone, makeup smudged from encore sweat and fury. "You think they're cheering for your growl? Please."
Victoria and Emma had already slipped out. Mel C hovered at the door like a nervous understudy praying for bad weather. And then — as if choreographed — the door opened again.
Alexander Kaine stepped into the tempest like it was his cue.
White shirt, sleeves rolled to the forearms, no tie, tailored navy jacket slung casually over his shoulder. There was no security, no assistant. Just him. Calm, composed, radiating control like a tuning fork hit against ego.
He took one look at the storm of glitter, boots, and bruised egos — and didn't blink.
"You don't need a solo," he said, voice like velvet under threat. "You need a story."
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Silence.
Mel B crossed her arms, chin tilted. "Who the hell are you?"
Geri, ever quicker on the draw, narrowed her eyes. "Alexander Kaine. He's the shadow suit. Virgin deal. He's the one who made sure we had _Spiceworld_ on every bloody bus stop from Berlin to Barcelona."
Alexander gave a faint nod, not of acknowledgment — of agreement. "That's correct. I sell soundtracks to movements."
"And now you're what, here to mediate?" Mel scoffed. "We've got managers for that."
"I'm not here to mediate," he said smoothly. "I'm here because Wembley is a crown, and both of you are tugging it in half."
That stopped them — not because it was harsh, but because it wasn't wrong.
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He took two steps closer, deliberate. His gaze passed between them like a judge assessing warriors before a duel.
"Solo careers," he said, "come and go. But mythologies... they reshape culture."
Geri crossed her arms but didn't speak. Her mind was already moving — fast.
"You're not wrong," she finally murmured.
Mel B wasn't softened — but she wasn't walking away either. "You think you know what we are?"
"I know what you _could_ be. You're not just selling girl power. You're selling a war won with glitter and thunder. But if you break before the third act, all you'll be is footnotes in someone else's documentary."
He let the silence fall again — a tool in his hand, not a gap.
Then, almost casually: "AEG's launching a docu-fiction imprint. Tour diary meets surreal narrative. _Spiceworld_, but from the inside out. Not just the stage — the fire, the fracture, the truth. Split it between you two. Real co-authorship. Real chaos. Real legacy."
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For a moment, they didn't look like pop stars. They looked like women standing on the edge of something enormous.
"I want editorial input," Geri said, eyes sharp.
"You'll get it," Alexander nodded.
"And I want final say on the soundtrack," Mel B added.
He smiled. "You'll _produce_ it."
They stared at him, as if just realizing he wasn't here to pick a side. He was here to sell them the throne.
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An assistant finally peeked in — nervous, breathless. "They're asking for you upstairs, Mr. Kaine."
He didn't look back. Just reached into his jacket and handed them each a card — matte black, no title, just his name.
He turned to go, but paused at the threshold.
"Tell your managers whatever you want," he said over his shoulder. "But if you want this to last past the spotlight — you'll call me."
Then he was gone.
The two women stood in silence, staring down at the cards. Glitter clung to Geri's wrist like stardust. Mel B's fingers tightened.
Neither spoke.
But neither threw the card away.
Geri and Mel B stood in the dressing room, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. The cards Alexander had left them felt like live wires in their hands, pulsing with a promise they couldn't ignore.
"Well, that was... something," Geri finally said, her voice a mix of admiration and caution. "He's got balls, I'll give him that."
Mel B snorted, but there was a hint of respect in her eyes. "Balls or not, he knows how to play us. Did you see how he didn't even blink at our little spat?"
Geri smiled, a slow, calculating curve of her lips. "He didn't just see it, he used it. Turned our fight into a fucking chess move."
Mel B's eyes flashed with a new kind of hunger. "And now he wants us to play his game. Co-authorship, real chaos, real legacy..."
Geri stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know what I think? I think he wants more than just a documentary. I think he wants us."
Mel B's breath hitched, and for a moment, they were silent, the only sound the distant hum of the stadium outside. Then, as if on cue, the door opened again.
Alexander stood there, his jacket off, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His eyes held a promise, a challenge. He didn't speak, didn't move. Just stood, a silent command.
Geri and Mel B exchanged a glance, a wordless agreement passing between them. They stepped forward, meeting him in the center of the room. The air was electric, charged with a mix of ambition, desire, and raw, unfiltered power.
Mel B reached out first, her fingers tracing the line of Alexander's jaw. "You think you can handle us, Mr. Kaine?"
He caught her wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "I think you underestimate yourselves, Ms. Brown."
Geri moved closer, her body brushing against Alexander's. "And what about me, Alexander? Can you handle me?"
He turned to her, his other hand cupping her face. "I think you're both underestimating what we can create together."
Mel B's breath hitched as Alexander's lips captured Geri's in a searing kiss. She watched, her body aching with a need she couldn't deny. Then, slowly, she moved behind Alexander, her hands sliding under his shirt, exploring the hard planes of his back.
The room was a haze of desire, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the electric charge of unbridled passion. Alexander stood at the center, a silent commander, his eyes blazing with intensity as he watched the two women move around him like predators.
Geri, her red hair wild and free, was the first to make her move. She sank to her knees, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for Alexander's belt. With a deft motion, she undid the buckle, her fingers brushing against the hard evidence of his arousal. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and submission, before leaning forward and taking him into her mouth.
Alexander's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips as Geri's tongue swirled around him, her movements slow and deliberate. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm, his hips moving in sync with her mouth.
Mel B watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, the ache of need growing more intense with each passing second. Unable to resist any longer, she moved behind Alexander, her hands sliding over his chest, his abs, before finally reaching down to join Geri.
The two women exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Mel B leaned forward, her lips capturing Alexander's in a fierce, demanding kiss. At the same time, she reached down, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking in time with Geri's movements.
Alexander groaned into Mel B's mouth, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He could feel the dual pleasure of Geri's mouth and Mel B's hand, the contrast of their touches driving him wild. He broke the kiss, his head falling back as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
Geri and Mel B worked in tandem, their movements synchronized, each vying to please him more than the other. Geri's mouth was a haven of heat and wetness, her tongue working magic as she took him deeper. Mel B's hand was firm and sure, her strokes long and slow, building the tension until it was almost unbearable.
Alexander's control snapped, his hips thrusting forward as he came undone. The women continued their ministrations, drawing out his pleasure until he was left shaking, his body slick with sweat and his breath coming in ragged gasps.
As the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided, Alexander looked down at the two women, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. He reached down, his fingers tracing the lines of their jaws, their necks, their collarbones. "You're both incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.
Alexander's smile turned wicked as he pulled Geri to her feet, his hands roaming over her curves. He spun her around, pressing her against the wall, his body molding to hers. With a swift movement, he entered her, a deep groan escaping his lips as he filled her completely. Geri gasped, her nails digging into the wall as she arched back against him, her body already slick and ready.
Mel B, watching with intense desire, moved behind Alexander, her hands exploring his back, his ass. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Fuck her hard," she whispered, her voice a sultry command. "And let me taste you."
Alexander complied, his hips thrusting forward with a fierce intensity. Each stroke was deep and relentless, pushing Geri closer to the edge. She moaned, her body trembling with the force of his movements, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
As Alexander's pace quickened, Mel B moved to the side, her eyes locked on the place where their bodies joined. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Alexander's length as he moved in and out of Geri, the sensation almost too much for him to bear.
With a final, powerful thrust, Alexander came, his body shuddering as he spilled into Geri. She cried out, her own release crashing over her, her body clenching around him in waves of pleasure.
Mel B watched, her eyes wide with desire, as Alexander slowly withdrew from Geri. She moved in close, her lips capturing his in a deep, hungry kiss. As she pulled back, she looked down at Geri, a playful smile on her face. "Now, let me taste him," she said, her voice a low purr.
Geri, still panting, nodded, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. Mel B knelt down, her tongue swirling over Alexander's length, tasting the mix of their pleasure. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration and desire, as she took him into her mouth, sucking gently, drawing out every last drop.
Alexander's breath hitched as Mel B's mouth worked its magic, but his eyes were already drifting to Geri, who was watching them with a mix of satisfaction and growing need. He reached down, his fingers tangling in Mel B's hair, guiding her rhythm for a moment before gently pulling her away.
"Your turn," he murmured to Geri, his voice thick with desire. He turned his attention to Mel B, his hands roaming over her body as he walked her backward until she was pressed against the wall. With a swift, powerful movement, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her in one smooth thrust.
Mel B gasped, her head falling back against the wall as Alexander filled her completely. He began to move, his hips thrusting with a relentless rhythm, each stroke deep and claiming. Geri watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body aching with need as she saw the pleasure on Mel B's face.
Geri moved closer, her hands exploring Mel B's body, her fingers brushing against Alexander's length as he moved in and out. She leaned in, her lips capturing Mel B's in a fierce, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing as Alexander continued to drive them both to the edge.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the ragged gasps of breath, the low moans and desperate cries. Alexander's pace quickened, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, his eyes locked on the two women as they kissed and touched, their bodies pressed together.
With a final, powerful thrust, Alexander came, his body shuddering as he spilled into Mel B. She cried out, her own release crashing over her, her body clenching around him in waves of pleasure. Geri continued to kiss and touch her, drawing out her pleasure until she was left shaking, her body slick with sweat and her breath coming in ragged gasps.
As Alexander slowly withdrew, Mel B slid down the wall, her legs unsteady. Geri caught her, holding her close as they both looked up at Alexander, their eyes filled with adoration and desire. He smiled down at them, his chest heaving with exertion, his body still throbbing with the aftershocks of his release.