Date: June 1997
Location: MTV Beach House, Malibu
Actress: Carmen Electra
Alexander's Status: Just sealed AEG's late-night co-production deal with MTV — a strategic move into Gen X mindshare and edgy youth programming; building a new cultural beachhead beneath the noise
Actress's Status: Riding the wave of Baywatch fame, tabloid chaos, and MTV-hosted wildness; known more for curves and controversies than control — and tired of it
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The sun dipped low over Malibu like it had something to confess. The ocean glittered like it knew it was being watched. And the MTV Beach House pulsed with the kind of heat that only youth, money, and danger could generate. Neon bikinis, camera crews, DJs in tank tops too tight for modesty or mercy — it was a summer hallucination you could bottle and sell, and Alexander Kaine had just signed the contract to do exactly that.
He arrived barefoot, tailored linen pants rolled to the ankles, shirt open two buttons too far for a boardroom — and yet somehow more commanding than any man in a blazer. Sunglasses hung from the collar like punctuation. No one stopped him. They never did.
Carmen Electra was on her third set of posed giggles when she noticed him watching from beneath the shade of a surf shack awning. Hair teased, bikini bejeweled, laugh professionally timed. But his look wasn't the usual one — not the ogling, not the predatory admiration, not the "I-saw-you-in-Playboy" stare. It was worse.
He looked like he already knew her.
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They met by the cooler — a cliché rendered cinematic. She reached for a water bottle, and his fingers got there first.
"You're not just a poster," she said, flat, before he could say a word. "You're... him. The AEG guy."
Alexander smiled slightly. "And you're not just a poster either."
She hesitated — the quiet caught her off guard. The party thumped behind them, but suddenly they were off-script.
"I know what they think," she murmured, eyes scanning the surf like it had answers. "That I'm the joke between two commercials. Tits and teeth and a perfect scream."
"You sell more than that," he said. "You sell attention. Rebellion. Chaos in heels."
"Is that what you see?"
"No," Alexander replied. "What I see is a woman who understands the stage she's been forced to dance on. And now she wants to build her own."
She stared at him for a long moment. Then: "I don't want to be the thing they mute between songs."
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He pulled a rolled print from his back pocket — matte paper, the ink still warm.
"Midnight Confessional," he said. "AEG and MTV. Late-night. One camera. No script. A woman in lingerie, talking to America about everything they're afraid to admit. Guests optional. Truth mandatory. You host."
She blinked. "You're serious."
"I'm dangerous when I am."
"Why me?"
"Because you've been reduced. And only someone who knows that can expand."
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The noise behind them swelled — someone cannonballed into a foam pit, followed by a cheer and a puff of confetti.
She unrolled the poster — grainy, black-and-white, her face barely lit, no makeup, just eyes and breath.
"That look," he said, watching her reaction, "sells revolutions."
She didn't speak for a moment. Then handed the poster back and whispered, "I want full creative approval."
"Done."
"And I want the first guest to be someone who scares the shit out of me."
He grinned. "I'll book Madonna myself."
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Later, when the moon rose over the beach house and the party turned softer — skin glistening under strobe lights, music dripping into synth slow grooves — they stepped away.
Just the two of them on a wooden deck overlooking a restless sea.
She leaned against him. He didn't pull her in — but he didn't have to.
"I don't usually let men see me like that," she said.
He didn't respond. Just slipped the black-and-white poster into her tote bag.
Letting her hold her own revolution.
The wooden deck beneath their feet creaked softly as the sea hissed in the dark. Far behind them, the sounds of the MTV party had faded into a cocktail of muffled laughter and subwoofer pulses — a soundtrack for other people's performances.
But here, on the edge of that glittering chaos, it was just the two of them.
Carmen leaned into Alexander's chest, the side of her cheek brushing linen — damp from the sea air, warm from his skin. Her fingers lingered on the edge of the tote bag, gripping the rolled poster like it was more than ink and paper — like it was a lifeline, or a key.
"I don't usually let men see me like that," she repeated, quieter now.
Alexander didn't move. He let the silence stretch between them, thick with tension and the echo of a truth too vulnerable to touch too quickly.
Then — finally — his hand came up, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing a strand of hair from her temple. Not possessive. Not performative. Just… _there_.
"You didn't let me," he said, voice low. "You showed me."
Her breath hitched, lips parting slightly. The shift was subtle — a tilt of her head, a press of her thigh against his, an exhale laced with intent. She wasn't retreating. She was _choosing_.
The tote slid from her shoulder, forgotten as it hit the deck with a soft thunk.
She turned to face him fully now, chest brushing his as she looked up. "This isn't a promise," she said. "This isn't... a deal."
"No," Alexander said, eyes locked on hers. "This is just truth."
Her mouth caught his then — not tentative, not careful. It was the kiss of a woman who'd been watched a million times but never really _seen_. It was teeth and breath and a little bit of fear, because being known could be terrifying.
He kissed her back the same way. Like she wasn't just Carmen Electra. Like she wasn't the Baywatch girl, or the party poster, or the tabloid fantasy. Like she was _herself_ — and that was even more dangerous.
Her hands slid up under his shirt, palms pressed flat against muscle and heat. He lifted her easily, lips never leaving hers, and sat her on the edge of a wide deck railing — the sea crashing just beneath her swinging feet.
The bikini top untied with one tug.
She wasn't shy. She didn't cover herself. She _arched_ — not for him, but for herself. For the moonlight. For the waves. For the feeling of being wanted _right_, finally, without pretending it didn't matter.
Alexander knelt before her like it was an altar. He kissed from collarbone to hip, slow as a tide coming in — all worship and no hurry. And when he slid the bottom of her swimsuit aside, he did it with the reverence of a man unwrapping something not fragile, but powerful.
Carmen gasped — hips twitching forward, her hands fisting in his hair. The deck groaned again, louder now, like the wood was complicit in their ritual.
There were no lights out here but the moon.
No cameras but memory.
No soundtrack but breath.
When she came, it was silent — a full-body quake, teeth gritted, back bowed — and when she opened her eyes, he was watching her. Not with lust. With understanding.
And then he stood.
She pulled him in, tugging open the rest of his shirt, her legs wrapping around his hips. She found him already hard, already _there_, as if he'd been ready from the first word on the beach.
He slid into her in one fluid motion, like it wasn't the first time — like it had always been _waiting_.
And there, on a deck in Malibu beneath a whispering sky, Carmen Electra fucked like a woman rewriting her story — like every thrust burned a page from the old script.
No stage. No cameras.
Just sweat, waves, skin, and power.
When they were finished — sticky, breathless, shining in the dark — she laughed.
Not the posed kind.
Not the one from behind the sunglasses.
A real one.
And Alexander — buttoning one shirt button and leaving the rest open — leaned in close and whispered, "You're not between songs anymore."
She nodded, chest still heaving, lips kiss-bruised.
"I know," she said.
And she meant it.
Alexander's hands, rough and calloused from years of surfing, gently parted her thighs, revealing the glistening folds of her sex. Her pussy was a sight to behold, pink and perfect, glistening with arousal under the silvery moonlight. The scent of her desire filled the air, a heady mix of saltwater and something uniquely Carmen.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh, and she shivered in anticipation. His tongue, warm and wet, began to explore her, tracing delicate patterns around her clit before diving deeper, tasting her juices. Each lap was a slow, deliberate tease, designed to draw out her pleasure.
Carmen moaned softly, her hips bucking against his mouth as he feasted on her. Her fingers dug into his hair, holding him close as if she feared he might stop. The sounds of the sea and the distant party faded into the background, replaced by the wet, sucking noises of his mouth on her pussy.
Her juices flowed freely, coating his chin and lips as he devoured her. He could feel her muscles tensing, her body coiling tight as she neared the edge. With a final, firm suck on her clit, he sent her over, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a tsunami.
But Alexander wasn't done. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm, round globes as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling, gasping mess.
Finally, he pulled back, his chin glistening with her juices. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire and something more—admiration, maybe even awe. Carmen, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and damp, looked down at him with a mixture of vulnerability and strength.
She reached out, pulling him up to her, their mouths meeting in a fierce, hungry kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only spurred her on, her hands frantic as she tugged at his clothes, desperate to feel him inside her.
Alexander stood, his body hard and ready, the bulge in his shorts impossible to ignore. Carmen, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, reached out and tugged at his waistband, freeing him. He sprang out, thick and hard, ready for her.
"I want you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you inside me."
Alexander needed no further invitation. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her wet, swollen flesh. With a single, fluid thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her, filling her completely.
Carmen cried out, her back arching as he began to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm as old as the sea. "Oh god, Alex," she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "So tight, so wet."
Their bodies moved together, a dance of give and take, each thrust drawing out a moan, a gasp, a plea for more. The wood of the railing dug into Carmen's back, but she barely noticed, lost in the sensation of him filling her, stretching her.
Alexander leaned down, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "I want to see that perfect ass of yours."
Carmen complied, turning and bending over the railing, her ass presented to him like an offering. Alexander's hands gripped her hips, his thumbs spreading her wide as he positioned himself at her entrance once more.
"Fuck me, Alex," she begged, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Fuck me hard."
With a groan, he plunged into her, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting was loud, obscene, a symphony of their desire. Carmen met him thrust for thrust, her own hips rolling back to meet his, taking him deeper, harder.
"God, yes," she cried out, her hands fisting the railing as she braced herself against the onslaught of pleasure. "Right there, don't stop."
Alexander's hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, her ass, his touch rough and demanding. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body coiling tight as she neared her peak.
"Come for me, Carmen," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
Alexander's words sent a shiver down Carmen's spine, her body responding to his command. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with eager enthusiasm. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each impact, the sight of her body moving beneath him driving Alexander wild.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to pound into her. "Your ass is so fucking perfect," he groaned, his eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing into her wet, willing body. "So round, so firm."
Carmen moaned, her head falling forward as she pushed back against him, taking him deeper. "I love your cock, Alex," she panted. "It feels so good inside me."
Alexander's hips moved faster, his body slapping against hers, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the air. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he kissed her neck, her shoulder, his teeth nipping at her soft skin.
"Your body is incredible," he murmured, his hands roaming over her curves. "So soft, so perfect."
Carmen reached back, her hands grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper. "Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. "I want to feel you deep inside me."
Alexander complied, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, his cock filling her completely with each thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit once more, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me, Carmen," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
Carmen's body tensed, her muscles clenching around him as she neared her peak. "I'm close," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "So close."
Alexander's fingers moved faster, his hips thrusting harder, his body demanding her release. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Now."
With a cry, Carmen's body convulsed, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Her muscles clenched around Alexander, milking him, drawing out his own release. He groaned, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts as he came, filling her with his seed.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Alexander pulled out slowly, his cock still hard, still ready. He turned Carmen around, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her deeply.
"Your body is incredible," he murmured against her lips. "So soft, so perfect."
Carmen smiled, her hands reaching for his cock, stroking it gently. "And your cock is amazing," she whispered. "I want more."
Alexander's eyes darkened with desire, his body responding to her touch. "As you wish," he growled, his hands lifting her, positioning her on the railing. "Hold on tight."
Carmen complied, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her once more, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Their bodies moved together, a dance of give and take, each thrust drawing out a moan, a gasp, a plea for more.
Alexander's hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock filling Carmen completely with each thrust. She moaned, her body responding to his touch, her hips moving in time with his. But she wanted more. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth.
With a soft push, she disengaged from him, turning around to face him. Her eyes met his, filled with desire and hunger. She dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for his cock, stroking it gently.
"Carmen," Alexander groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock swelling in her hand. "What are you doing?"
She smiled, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock. "I want to taste you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel you in my mouth."
Alexander's breath hitched, his body tensing as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. She sucked him deep, her head bobbing as she took him in, her tongue swirling around his cock.
"Fuck, Carmen," he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. "Your mouth feels so good."
Carmen moaned, the sound vibrating around his cock, sending shivers down his spine. She sucked him harder, her head moving faster, her hands working in time with her mouth. She could feel him swelling, his body tensing as he neared his peak.
"Carmen," he gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "I'm close. I'm going to come."
She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, her mouth never leaving his cock. She wanted him to come, wanted to feel him release in her mouth, wanted to taste him.
Alexander's hips moved faster, his cock thrusting into her mouth, his body demanding release. "Fuck, Carmen," he groaned, his body tensing. "Here it comes."
With a final thrust, he came, his cock pulsing in her mouth, his seed spilling down her throat. Carmen swallowed, her mouth working to take all of him, her eyes locked on his.
Alexander groaned, his body shaking with the force of his release. He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard, still ready. He reached down, pulling Carmen to her feet, his hands roaming over her body.
"Your mouth is incredible," he murmured, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss. "So soft, so perfect."