Date: September 1996
Location: Sony Music Executive's Penthouse, New York City
Actresses: Jennifer Lopez & Mariah Carey
Alexander's Status: Orchestrating a subtle takeover of Marvel via distressed assets, fresh off locking Blade into development; expanding his influence into music through Sony's exec network
Actresses' Status:
- Jennifer Lopez: Rising fast post-Money Train, angling for stardom in both music and film; hungry, calculated, unproven
- Mariah Carey: Mid-divorce from Tommy Mottola, still Sony's reigning diva but rattled, vulnerable, and territorial about her turf
The penthouse shimmered like power's waiting room.
Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a glittering view of Manhattan's skyline, refracted through the crystal edge of tumblers and the gold-trimmed chill of prestige. It smelled of cologne, ambition, and contracts written in breathless margins. Music executive types lingered near the grand piano, speaking in soft tones about upcoming album launches and budget wars.
Alexander Kaine stood apart, near the corner of the room, a glass of Japanese whisky in hand, dressed in slate-gray tailored Armani that matched the weather outside. His white hair was haloed by the penthouse lights. To anyone watching, he wasn't part of the industry — he was above it. The kind of man who made a phone call and watched studios pivot like yachts.
Jennifer Lopez arrived first.
Wearing a backless ivory slip dress with a high thigh slit, she moved through the room like a woman already famous — even if the world hadn't decided that yet. Her heels clicked with precision, her hair pulled back in a fierce twist that dared anyone to question her.
Alexander's eyes met hers as she approached. She didn't smile. Neither did he.
"Someone's going to owe me a song after tonight," she said.
"Someone always does," he replied, voice like velvet over a blade.
Before the tension could melt into flirtation, the elevator chimed.
Mariah Carey stepped in like the storm she'd been bottling for a year.
Hair in perfect 90s spirals, floor-length black dress with slashed sleeves, and a diamond choker that glittered like armor. She moved with the grace of a woman used to being the most powerful voice in the room — but with the weight of someone who no longer knew who was listening.
The moment she entered, the air thickened.
Jennifer's smile was razor-thin. "Mariah. I didn't know you were coming."
Mariah didn't blink. "I was invited."
Alexander leaned against the bar, letting the chill between them ferment.
"You know each other?" he asked casually.
Jennifer ran a finger along the stem of her wine glass. "We share… resources."
Mariah's eyes flashed. "Producers. Tracks. Territory."
The Sony exec who'd invited them had vanished, sensing the coming storm. Only Alexander stayed still, watching, sipping, the amused devil between two goddesses.
Then it happened.
Jennifer walked to the stereo system — all brushed metal and cassette decks — and pressed play.
Music poured in. A haunting, half-produced melody. A female voice, breathy, brilliant. Not polished. A demo.
Mariah's demo.
Her eyes narrowed. "That's not supposed to be—"
"Oh? I found it in the pile," Jennifer said, feigning surprise. "It's beautiful. I just thought… everyone should hear it."
Alexander didn't intervene. He didn't blink.
Mariah turned to him. "This is how you entertain yourself?"
"I didn't press play," he said, evenly. "But I never turn off a woman finding her voice."
The moment held.
Then Jennifer stepped toward him, smooth as a cat. "What's your take, Kaine?"
He glanced at Mariah, then Jennifer. "One of you's got the voice. The other's got the hunger. I like watching evolution figure out which survives."
Silence.
Then Mariah chuckled — bitter, but real. "You're dangerous."
"Only to people who forget who's listening."
The room returned to motion. Wine flowed again. Music changed. The two women drifted to opposite corners, conversations resumed — but the energy remained electric. Jennifer's eyes kept finding his. Mariah's voice floated through the room — a different track now, one she controlled.
Eventually, Alexander moved.
He crossed to Jennifer. She didn't turn — just waited. When he leaned in, she asked without looking, "So. Where are we going?"
He whispered something into her ear — inaudible, but it made her smile like a dare had just been accepted.
And then they slipped into the private elevator, the doors sealing like a secret.
Mariah watched from across the room, swirling her glass, then getting up she followed.
One night. Two divas.
As the elevator ascends to the private suite above, Jennifer leans against the mirrored wall, her eyes locked onto Alexander, a smirk playing on her lips. The air is thick with tension, the hum of the elevator the only sound between them. Jennifer's dress clings to her body, the humidity and heat of the day making the ivory fabric translucent in places. Alexander's jacket is off, his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that speak of power and control.
"Where are we going, Alexander?" Jennifer asks, her voice a low purr, a challenge.
Alexander steps closer, his body almost but not quite touching hers. "Somewhere you've never been, Jennifer," he replies, his voice a low rumble. "Somewhere you can prove yourself."
Jennifer's eyes flash with determination. She reaches out, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him into a fierce kiss. Alexander responds, his hands tangling in her hair, his body pressing against hers. Their making out is intense, their tongues dueling, their breaths mingling. Jennifer's hands explore his body, her nails digging into his back, her body arching against his.
Alexander's hands roam, tracing the curve of her waist, the small of her back, the swell of her ass. He grips her thigh, his fingers brushing against the wet lace of her thong. Jennifer gasps into his mouth, her body pressing harder against his, her need evident.
He breaks the kiss, his voice a low growl as he murmurs, "Let's take this slow, Jennifer. Let's savor every moment."
He trails kisses down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. Jennifer moans, her head falling back, her body pressing into his touch. Alexander's hands explore her body, edging her towards the brink of ecstasy but never quite letting her tip over. His fingers trace the waistband of her thong, dipping below, finding her wet and ready. He teases her, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, his mouth never leaving her skin.
Jennifer, unable to take the teasing any longer, pushes him back gently, a smirk playing on her lips. "My turn," she says, her voice low and husky. She pushes him onto the elevator bench, straddling him as she unbuttons his shirt, her eyes locked on his. She leans down, her mouth capturing his in a fierce kiss as her hands explore his chest, his abs, his body responding to her touch.
She moves down, her mouth trailing kisses down his chest, his abs, his body tensing in anticipation. She unbuckles his belt, her eyes never leaving his as she unbuttons his pants, her hand wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly. Alexander groans, his head falling back, his body arching into her touch.
Jennifer takes him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth. Alexander's hands fist in her hair, his body tensing as she takes him deeper, her mouth hot and wet, her suction perfect.
He pulls her off him, his voice strained as he says, "Enough. I want to see you."
Jennifer smirks, standing up and giving him a slow, deliberate striptease. She shimmies out of her dress, revealing her lacy thong and heels. She turns, giving him a view of her ass, her body moving seductively as she unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Alexander's eyes are dark with desire, his body tense with need.
Jennifer turns back to him, her body on full display. Alexander reaches out, his hands pulling her to him, his mouth capturing hers in a fierce kiss. Their bodies press together, their skin hot and flushed. Alexander's hands explore her body, his fingers finding her wet and ready, his mouth capturing her moans.
He flips her onto her hands and knees, his body positioning behind hers. He enters her slowly, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving her body. Jennifer arches against him, her body begging for more. He obliges, his hips beginning to move, his body slamming into hers, their sweat-misted skin sliding together.
Alexander reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Jennifer moans, her body tensing, her orgasm building. Alexander feels it, his body responding, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
"Come with me, Jennifer," he grunts, his body tensing. "Let me feel you come around me."
Jennifer obeys, her body shattering, her inner muscles clenching around him. Alexander throws his head back, a guttural cry tearing from his throat as he finds his own release, his body pulsing inside hers.
They collapse onto the floor of the elevator, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Alexander rolls off her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still joined. Jennifer rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, her body sated, her mind blissfully empty.
But Alexander is not done. He wants more. He wants to explore every inch of her, to taste her, to make her scream his name. He rolls her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. He enters her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Jennifer wraps her legs around him, urging him deeper, harder.
He begins to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a primal, ancient rhythm. Jennifer meets him stroke for stroke, her body matching his, their breath syncing, their hearts beating as one. The elevator fills with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, their moans and gasps, the wet, obscene sounds of their joining.
Alexander changes the angle, his body now fully on top of hers, his elbows on either side of her head, his hands in her hair. He looks down at her, his eyes intense, his body moving with purpose. "You feel so fucking good, Jennifer," he grunts, his voice strained with effort. "So tight, so wet."
Jennifer wraps her arms around him, her nails digging into his back as she urges him on. "Don't stop, Alexander," she whispers. "Please, don't stop."
He doesn't, his body slamming into hers, their sweat-misted skin sliding together. Jennifer can feel another orgasm building, her body coiling tight once more. Alexander feels it too, his body responding, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
"Come with me, Jennifer," he grunts, his body tensing. "Let me feel you come around me."
Jennifer obeys, her body shattering once more, her inner muscles clenching around him. Alexander throws his head back, a guttural cry tearing from his throat as he finds his own release, his body pulsing inside hers.
They collapse together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Alexander rolls off her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still joined. Jennifer rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, her body sated, her mind blissfully empty.
But Alexander is not done. He wants more. He rolls onto his back, pulling Jennifer on top of him. She straddles him, her body lowering onto his, taking him inch by inch. She begins to move, her hips rolling, her body taking what it needs. Alexander's hands grip her hips, his body meeting hers thrust for thrust.
Jennifer leans down, her mouth capturing his in a fierce kiss, her body moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps. Alexander's hands explore her body, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with her movements. Jennifer moans, her body tensing, her orgasm building.
"That's it, Jennifer," Alexander growls. "Ride me. Take what you need."
Jennifer obeys, her body moving faster, her breaths coming in short gasps. Alexander feels her tightening around him, her body coiling, ready to snap. He rubs her clit faster, his body meeting hers thrust for thrust.
Jennifer throws her head back, a cry tearing from her throat as she finds her release, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him. Alexander grunts, his body tensing, his own orgasm ripping through him, his seed spilling into her.
They collapse together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Jennifer rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, her body sated, her mind blissfully empty. Alexander pulls her close, his body still joined with hers, their connection deeper than ever.
Suddenly, the elevator dings, and the doors open to reveal Mariah, who has been waiting, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and hunger. She steps in, her presence commanding, her black dress clinging to her curves. Alexander and Jennifer separate, but the tension in the elevator shifts, becoming a threesome dynamic.
Alexander, ever the dominant, takes control. "Mariah," he says, his voice a low command, "join us."
Mariah smirks, her eyes flashing with a mix of excitement and challenge. She steps closer, her hands reaching out to touch both of them, her touch electric. The three of them engage in a heated make-out session, their bodies pressing together, their tongues exploring, their hands roaming.
Alexander leads them to the floor, laying Jennifer down gently before turning his attention to Mariah. He undresses her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, his touch deliberate and dominant. He removes her diamond choker, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her neck, making her shiver. He unzips her dress, revealing her bare back, her body trembling with anticipation.
He turns his attention to Jennifer, who is watching them, her eyes dark with desire. He leans down, his mouth capturing hers in a fierce kiss as his hands explore Mariah's body, teasing, touching, but never quite giving her what she needs.
Mariah, not one to be teased, takes control, pushing Alexander onto his back. She straddles him, her body lowering onto his, taking him inch by inch. Jennifer watches, her body aching with need, as Mariah begins to move, her hips rolling, her body taking what it needs. Alexander's hands grip her hips, his body meeting hers thrust for thrust.
Jennifer, not wanting to be left out, moves behind Mariah, her hands exploring her body, her fingers finding her wet and ready. She teases her, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, her mouth capturing Mariah's moans.
Alexander, feeling the tension build, flips Mariah onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. He enters her slowly, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving her body. Mariah arches against him, her body begging for more. He obliges, his hips beginning to move, his body slamming into hers, their sweat-misted skin sliding together.
Jennifer moves in front of Mariah, her body positioning itself so that Mariah can pleasure her while Alexander takes her from behind. Mariah's tongue flicks out, tasting Jennifer, her hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. Jennifer moans, her body tensing, her orgasm building.
Alexander reaches around, his fingers finding Mariah's clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Mariah moans, her body tensing, her orgasm building. Alexander feels it, his body responding, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
"Come with me, Mariah," he grunts, his body tensing. "Let me feel you come around me."
Mariah obeys, her body shattering, her inner muscles clenching around him. Alexander throws his head back, a guttural cry tearing from his throat as he finds his own release, his body pulsing inside hers.
They collapse onto the floor of the elevator, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Alexander rolls off Mariah, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still joined. Jennifer rests her head on Alexander's chest, listening to his heartbeat, her body sated, her mind blissfully empty.
But Alexander is not done. He wants more. He rolls onto his back, pulling Mariah on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position. She straddles him, her body lowering onto his, taking him inch by inch. She begins to move, her hips rolling, her body taking what it needs. Alexander's hands grip her hips, his body meeting hers thrust for thrust.
Jennifer moves behind Mariah, her hands exploring her body, her fingers finding her wet and ready. She teases her, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, her mouth capturing Mariah's moans. Alexander reaches up, his hands cupping Jennifer's breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Mariah leans back, her body pressing against Jennifer's, her head resting on her shoulder. Jennifer's hands roam, exploring Mariah's body, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with Alexander's movements. Mariah moans, her body tensing, her orgasm building.
"That's it, Mariah," Alexander growls. "Ride me. Take what you need."
Mariah obeys, her body moving faster, her breaths coming in short gasps. Alexander feels her tightening around him, her body coiling, ready to snap. He rubs her clit faster, his body meeting hers thrust for thrust.
Mariah throws her head back, a cry tearing from her throat as she finds her release, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him. Alexander grunts, his body tensing, his own orgasm ripping through him, his seed spilling into her.
They collapse together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Mariah rests her head on Alexander's chest, listening to his heartbeat, her body sated, her mind blissfully empty. Jennifer rests her head on Mariah's back, her body pressed against hers, her arm wrapped around her, holding her close.
Alexander, ever the dominant, is not done. He wants to push the boundaries, to explore every inch of them, to taste them, to make them scream his name. He rolls Mariah onto her stomach, positioning himself behind her. He enters her slowly, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving her body. Mariah arches against him, her body begging for more. He obliges, his hips beginning to move, his body slamming into hers, their sweat-misted skin sliding together.
Jennifer moves in front of Mariah, her body positioning itself so that Mariah can pleasure her while Alexander takes her from behind. Mariah's tongue flicks out, tasting Jennifer, her hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. Jennifer moans, her body tensing, her orgasm building.
Alexander reaches around, his fingers finding Mariah's clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He leans down, his mouth capturing Mariah's ear, his voice a low growl as he says, "I'm going to take you, Mariah. All of you."
Mariah moans, her body tensing, her anticipation building. Alexander spits on his fingers, his hand moving to her ass, his fingers teasing her tight hole. He pushes a finger in slowly, his other hand still rubbing her clit, his hips still moving, his body still slamming into hers.
Mariah moans, her body tensing, her orgasm building. Alexander feels it, his body responding, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. He adds another finger, scissoring them, stretching her, preparing her for him.
"Come with me, Mariah," he grunts, his body tensing. "Let me feel you come around me."
Mariah obeys, her body shattering, her inner muscles clenching around him. Alexander throws his head back, a guttural cry tearing from his throat as he finds his own release, his body pulsing inside hers.
He pulls out slowly, his body trembling with exertion. He positions himself at her ass, his body pressing against hers, his voice a low command as he says, "Relax, Mariah. Let me in."
Mariah takes a deep breath, her body relaxing, her mind trusting him. Alexander enters her slowly, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving her body. Mariah moans, her body tensing, her pleasure building. Alexander begins to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his body taking what it needs.
Jennifer, not wanting to be left out, moves behind Alexander, her hands exploring his body, her fingers finding his ass, teasing his hole. Alexander moans, his body tensing, his pleasure building. He reaches back, his hand gripping her hair, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers.
The three of them move together, their bodies a tangle of limbs, their moans filling the elevator, their pleasure building, their orgasms imminent. Alexander's body tenses, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. He grunts, his body slamming into Mariah's, his seed spilling into her, his orgasm ripping through him.
Mariah cries out, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him, her orgasm tearing through her, her body milking him for all he's worth. Jennifer moans, her body pressing against Alexander's, her orgasm building, her body trembling with need.
Alexander reaches back, his hand gripping her hair, pulling her closer, his voice a low command as he says, "Come, Jennifer. Let me feel you come against me."
Jennifer obeys, her body shaking, her orgasm ripping through her, her moans filling the elevator, her body pressing against Alexander's, her pleasure overwhelming.
They collapse together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Alexander rolls off Mariah, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still joined. Jennifer rests her head on Alexander's chest, listening to his heartbeat, her body sated, her mind blissfully empty.
The elevator dings, and the doors open to reveal the lavish penthouse suite. Mariah sips her wine, staring at the empty elevator shaft. The track playing now? Hers. Fully produced. Full volume.