Date: February 1995
Location: Private party at David Geffen's Bel Air estate
Actress: Janet Jackson
Janet Jackson's Status:
In the thick of her Janet era, still consolidating her transition from pop princess to serious, boundary-pushing artist. A few years past the Rhythm Nation peak, experimenting boldly with her sound and image. Private but intensely curious about new power players in entertainment.
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The night was perfumed with discreet luxury and muted laughter at David Geffen's sprawling Bel Air estate. Crystal chandeliers caught the flicker of the fireplace, spilling light onto polished marble floors where Hollywood's elite mingled in whispered currents of ambition.
Alexander Kaine moved like a ghost — effortless, unmistakable. The white hair, the green eyes, the tailored black suit that seemed cut to silence the room into submission. He wasn't a man you approached; he was the man who made others approach.
Janet Jackson stood by the bar, a vision in midnight blue satin, her smile guarded but eyes alert. She'd heard the rumors: the mogul who bet on Pulp Fiction before anyone understood Tarantino, the man with a mind sharp enough to buy entire comic universes. But this was the first time she saw him in person.
Their worlds hadn't crossed before, but tonight, curiosity was a powerful magnet.
Alexander's gaze found hers from across the room. Without breaking his stride, he crossed the space with a measured pace that said he owned the seconds ticking between them.
"Ms. Jackson," he said, voice low and smooth. "I hear you're rewriting the rules."
Janet's smile deepened, amused. "And you must be the man rewriting the game."
"Something like that," he answered, inclining his head. "I'm investing in stories with fangs these days. Se7en, 12 Monkeys… not your typical pop soundtrack."
She laughed softly. "Maybe you should think about adding a soundtrack that shakes the world."
Alexander's eyes sparkled with quiet challenge. "I already have a few ideas. Music and film, different beats of the same heart."
Janet sipped her champagne, sizing him up. "You move fast, Mr. Kaine. What's the next big play?"
He smiled—rare and brief—and said, "I'm just getting started. Marvel is in the works, Dark Horse sealed. Soon, it's about owning not just stories, but the way they're told."
"Like a conductor," she mused. "Directing chaos into harmony."
"Exactly," Alexander said. "And sometimes, you have to create new instruments."
Their conversation was interrupted briefly by a familiar presence: Tom Hanks, laughing nearby, nudging Geffen to play an obscure Frank Sinatra track no one remembered.
Janet caught Alexander's gaze again. "So... no connection yet, huh?"
He shook his head, a half-smile playing at his lips. "Not yet. But the night is young."
She stepped closer, voice dropping to a playful murmur. "I'm fascinated by you, Alexander Kaine. Something tells me you're going to change everything we know about entertainment."
He took her hand lightly, "Maybe, we could talk more at length about it."
The music shifted, slower now, and the crowd began to thin.
"Care to see if we can find a quieter beat?" Alexander asked.
Janet's smile promised adventure. "Lead the way."
As they slipped away from the party, the night folded around them like a secret waiting to be told.
Janet jackson and alexander Kaine.
Alexander and Janet slipped away from the party, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The night air was cool, but their bodies were hot with desire. Alexander hailed a cab, and within minutes, they were speeding towards a luxury hotel downtown. The ride was silent, filled only with the heavy breathing of two people on the edge of something new and exciting.
Checking in was a blur, and soon, they were alone in a lavish suite, the door clicking shut behind them. The room was dimly lit, the city lights twinkling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but their eyes were only for each other.
Alexander pulled Janet close, his hands already exploring her body. He gripped her ass firmly, pulling her against him, letting her feel his hardness. Janet moaned, arching her back to press herself more firmly into his grasp. He began to walk her backwards, his hands never leaving her ass, squeezing and kneading, until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell back onto it.
He quickly shed his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. Janet, lying on the bed, propped herself up on her elbows, taking in the sight of him. She bit her lip, her eyes roaming over his body, lingering on his already hard cock. She turned over onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him, wiggling it slightly, an invitation he couldn't refuse.
Alexander growled, his hands immediately on her, squeezing and parting her cheeks. He leaned down, his tongue running up her crack, tasting her, making her shudder with pleasure. He spent what felt like an eternity teasing her, his tongue and fingers exploring every inch of her ass and pussy, bringing her to the edge of orgasm before pulling back, leaving her gasping and wanting more.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, Alexander positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of him. Janet moaned, pushing back against him, urging him deeper. He obliged, his hips meeting her ass with a slap, their bodies joining completely.
He began to move, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pounded into her, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room, mixing with their moans and gasps. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his teeth nipping at her ear.
"Your ass feels amazing," he growled. "So fucking tight and soft."
Janet moaned, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder."
He complied, his hips moving faster, his cock driving into her deeper and deeper. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Janet cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Alexander wasn't done yet. He pulled out, flipping her onto her back, her legs still trembling from her orgasm. He entered her again, his eyes locked on hers, his hips moving slowly this time, drawing out her pleasure, building her up again.
Janet's hands roamed his body, her nails digging into his back, urging him on. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in gasps.
Alexander could feel another orgasm building, but he wanted more. He wanted to take her in every way possible. He pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Janet looked at him, her eyes heavy with lust, her body begging for more.
"Turn the fuck over," Alexander growled, his voice a low, desperate rumble. "I need that tight ass of yours."
Janet's breath hitched, her body shaking with eager anticipation. She turned over onto her hands and knees, lifting her ass high in the air, presenting herself to him like a fucking offering. Alexander's eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy and tight little asshole, ready for him to take.
He positioned himself behind her, his cock thick and hard, aching to be inside her. He spat on his hand, using the saliva to coat his cock, mixing it with the wetness from her pussy that was dripping down her inner thighs. He pressed the head of his cock against her tight little hole, applying pressure, teasing her, making her wait for it.
"Fuck," Janet moaned, her face pressed into the mattress, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets. "Give it to me, Alex. I need it."
Alexander smirked, his hips flexing as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her ass. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion, but also teasing her, making her beg for more.
"More," she gasped, pushing back against him, impaling herself on his cock. "Give me more, you fucking tease."
He obliged, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving marks. He began to move, his hips thrusting against her, his cock driving deeper and deeper into her ass. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his teeth nipping at her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
"Your ass is so fucking tight," he growled. "So fucking perfect."
Janet moaned, her body moving with his, meeting his thrusts. She reached back, her hands gripping his ass, pulling him deeper, urging him on. "Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder, Alex. I can take it."
Alexander growled, his body tensing, his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles, matching the pace of his hips. Janet cried out, her body tensing, her muscles coiling tight as her orgasm built.
"That's it," Alexander panted, his voice hoarse with effort and desire. "Come for me, Janet. Come all over my cock."
Her body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her, her ass clenching around his cock, milking it. Alexander groaned, his body tensing as his own orgasm hit him, his cock pulsing, filling her ass with his hot, thick seed.
"Fuck," he groaned, his body shaking with the force of his release. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts slowly returning to normal. Alexander pulled out, his cock softening, a mix of their releases dripping out of her ass. He rolled onto his back, pulling Janet with him, their bodies still connected at the hips.
"That was fucking incredible," Janet whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Alexander smiled, his arm tightening around her, pulling her close. "You're fucking incredible," he replied, his voice equally hoarse. "And that ass of yours... fuck, Janet. You're something else."