Date: September 1996
Location: Film Forum, NYC – Private rooftop afterparty
Actress: Julianne Moore & Susan Sarandon
Alexander's Status: Fresh off producing *Trainspotting* and *Fargo*
Actresses' Status:
– Julianne Moore: Acclaimed but niche; *Safe* (1995) cemented her as an indie darling with quiet pain
– Susan Sarandon: Post-*Dead Man Walking* Oscar win, riding power but becoming political lightning rod
The rooftop was lit like a séance, scattered candles in empty wine bottles, jazz curling from hidden speakers, and the skyline bleeding gold into dark violet. Below, Manhattan hummed with end-of-summer restlessness. The afterparty for _Safe_ was dwindling, but the air up here was still electric — charged with unsaid things. Alexander Kaine stood at the edge of it all, watching the city like it belonged to him. In a sense, it already did.
Julianne Moore sat across from him, coiled in a silk slip the color of candlewax, fingers wrapped around a lowball glass of neat gin. Susan Sarandon had just lit a cigarette, one leg crossed over the other like a guillotine. They were two different storms. He was the eye.
"You know," Julianne said, her voice low and thoughtful, "I think roles are a kind of therapy. You get to confess without consequences."
Susan exhaled smoke sideways. "Or they're camouflage. We perform so much we forget who's underneath."
Alexander didn't reply right away. He let the silence stretch — not to dominate, but to tempt them into filling it for him.
He finally leaned forward, setting his tumbler down on the marble table with a muted clink. "Therapy and camouflage," he said. "Both assume the pain is something to hide or fix. What if it's capital?"
Julianne looked at him. Her green eyes — more vulnerable than people realized — flickered with interest. "You mean pain as... currency?"
"As leverage," he said. "As brand. As prophecy, if you know how to sell it."
Susan smiled — slow, feline. "And you know how to sell everything, don't you?"
"I only sell things that already want to be bought," he replied. "Desire does most of the work."
That earned a short laugh from Susan. Julianne tilted her head, studying him.
"You're not really in the movie business," she said.
"I'm in the **future** business," Alexander said simply.
They both looked at him now. Really looked. Two women who could read through men in five seconds were leaning forward like the next line might unmake them.
The wind picked up. Susan stood and walked to the edge of the rooftop, looking out at the city. "You know why I don't do studio films anymore?" she asked.
"Because they neuter you," Alexander said.
She turned, half-smiling. "No. Because they assume I'm already neutered."
Julianne shifted slightly, uncomfortably. "Sometimes I think I only get cast to be fragile. Sick. Mute."
"That's because you make pain feel... like a privilege to witness," Alexander said, his voice softening — a rare thing. "Not everyone can do that. You wear suffering like silk."
Her breath caught, just slightly. He'd hit something raw.
Susan walked back over. "So what, we're your muses now? Your next investments?"
"No," he said. "You're weapons. You just haven't aimed yourselves properly yet."
He stood slowly, towering in that tailored midnight suit, a single glint of platinum at his cuff. The wind caught the hem of his coat like it knew who he was.
"Here's my offer," he said, voice lower now. "Julianne, I want you in a psychological horror. Written for your silence — not your suffering."
She blinked. "I… okay. What's the role?"
"A woman no one believes. Who turns that doubt into control."
Susan arched an eyebrow. "And me?"
Alexander turned to her. "You produce it. Executive control. Final cut. Call it penance. Or revenge. Your pick."
Susan laughed. Not out of disbelief, but recognition. She was no stranger to men making offers. But this — this wasn't a handout. It was a crown.
"You always come like this?" she asked.
He smirked. "No. Sometimes I send the car."
The rooftop was nearly empty now. Music down to a whisper. He walked between them — one hand grazing Julianne's shoulder, the other brushing against Susan's hip in passing. He paused at the stairs.
"My suite's four blocks away," he said. "There's a second piano, if either of you play."
He didn't wait for an answer.
They followed. Not because they were charmed — but because something about him made refusal feel like cowardice.
And besides, they weren't done talking.
They enter his suite quietly.
The door clicks shut behind them, sealing off the world outside. Julianne removes her coat slowly, folding it like a ritual. Her dress catches the candlelight, pale and translucent where it clings to her curves. She looks around as if unsure whether this is seduction or transformation.
Susan goes straight to the record player and drops the needle. Nina Simone's sultry voice spills into the room, filling the space with a seductive melody. She pours herself a drink, then one for Julianne. She doesn't ask Alexander what he wants, her eyes flickering with a challenge.
He watches them both, standing still. The apex predator letting the storm circle him, his presence commanding and unyielding.
Julianne walks toward the piano. Presses one key. D minor.
It hums like a bruise, a haunting note that echoes through the room.
She turns, her eyes meeting Alexander's, a mix of hesitation and intensity swirling in their depths.
"Julianne," Alexander says, his voice a low rumble, "come here."
Julianne approaches him, her steps measured, her breath shallow.
Susan, meanwhile, leans against the wall, sipping her drink, her gaze never leaving Alexander. She's teasing, commanding, a wildfire ready to ignite.
"Susan," Alexander says, his tone authoritative, "join us."
Susan sets her glass down, a slow smile playing on her lips.
She saunters over, her hips swaying with a confident rhythm. Julianne's eyes dart between them, her nerves palpable, but her desire unmistakable.
Alexander reaches out, his hand cupping Julianne's cheek.
His touch is firm, possessive. He leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that is both gentle and demanding.
Julianne melts into him, her hesitation fading as she responds with a fervor that matches his intensity.
Susan watches, her breath hitching slightly. She steps closer, her hand resting on Alexander's shoulder, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
He turns to her, his lips finding hers in a kiss that is pure dominance. Susan moans softly, her body pressing against his, her hands roaming over his chest.
Julianne steps back, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
Alexander's gaze captures hers, a silent command passing between them.
She reaches for the zipper of her dress, her fingers trembling slightly as she lowers it, revealing her bare skin inch by inch.
Susan's hands find Alexander's belt, her movements sure and deliberate.
She unbuckles it, her eyes locked on his, a promise of pleasure in her gaze.
Julianne's dress pools at her feet, and she steps out of it, her body exposed and vulnerable.
He guides Julianne to the couch, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.
She gasps, her head falling back, exposing more of her delicate flesh to his hungry mouth. His tongue flicks out, tasting the salt of her skin, the sweetness of her desire.
He moves lower, his lips brushing against her collarbone, his breath hot and heavy against her skin.
Her nipples harden, begging for his touch, his mouth. He teases them, his fingers and lips dancing around the sensitive buds, making her writhe and moan beneath him.
Susan watches, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
Her body aches with need, her nipples tightening, her pussy throbbing. She can see the wetness glistening on Julianne's thighs, can hear the soft, desperate moans that escape her lips.
Susan's hands twitch, her body craving the touch of both Alexander and Julianne.
She joins them, her hands exploring Alexander's body with a fierce hunger.
Her fingers trace the lines of his muscles, the planes of his chest, the hardness of his cock straining against his pants.
She unbuttons his shirt, her lips following the path of her hands, kissing and nipping at his skin. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the salt of his sweat, the musk of his desire.
Alexander's hands are everywhere, commanding and possessive.
He grips Julianne's thighs, spreading them wide, exposing her wet, glistening pussy to his hungry gaze.
He slides a finger inside her, then another, his thumb circling her clit, making her cry out with pleasure.
He turns to Susan, his lips finding hers in a kiss that is fierce and hungry. His tongue invades her mouth, claiming it, tasting it, devouring it.
Alexander moves between them.
He guides Julianne to her knees, positioning her in front of him, her body trembling with anticipation.
She looks up at him, her eyes wide and eager, her lips parted in a silent plea. He can see the hunger in her gaze, the desperate need for his touch, his cock.
He grips his hard length, sliding it into her mouth, his hips thrusting gently, slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size.
Her lips stretch around him, her tongue swirling and sucking, her eyes never leaving his, filled with a mix of submission and desire.
Susan watches, her hand sliding between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit through her soaked panties.
She can feel the heat, the wetness, the throbbing need.
She moans, her body aching with each thrust of Alexander's hips, each desperate moan from Julianne's lips.
Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body craving more, craving him.
Alexander reaches for her, pulling her close, his lips finding her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.
She shudders, her body responding to his touch, his command. His hands roam over her body, his fingers teasing her nipples through her dress, his palm cupping her pussy, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.
He moves lower, his lips trailing kisses down her chest, his tongue licking and teasing her sensitive skin.
Julianne and Susan respond to him, their bodies and their desires entwined, their pleasure a testament to his power.
They touch each other, their hands exploring, their lips tasting, their bodies moving in sync.
Julianne's hands grip Susan's thighs, her fingers digging into her flesh, her mouth finding Susan's pussy, her tongue licking and sucking through the thin fabric of her panties. Susan moans, her body arching, her hands tangling in Julianne's hair, guiding her, demanding more.
Alexander watches, his eyes dark with desire, his cock hard and ready.
"Touch yourselves," he orders, his voice low and authoritative. "Show me how much you want this."
Julianne's hands slide between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit, her body trembling with need. Susan's hands grip her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, her body aching with desire.
He moves between them, his cock sliding in and out of Julianne's mouth, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her. He turns to Susan, his lips finding hers in a fierce, hungry kiss.
His hands roam over her body, his fingers sliding under her dress, his palm cupping her pussy, his fingers sliding inside her, fucking her, claiming her
Alexander's hands grip Julianne's hair, his hips thrusting deeper into her mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her willing throat.
He can feel her moans vibrating around him, her tongue swirling and sucking, her eyes watering but never leaving his.
He pulls her off him, his cock glistening with her saliva, and turns to Susan. He grips her hips, spinning her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. Her dress rides up, exposing her round, perfect ass, her panties soaked and clinging to her pussy.
He slides a finger inside her, then another, her wetness coating his hand.
He can feel her inner walls clenching around him, her body begging for more.
He leans down, his lips finding her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You want this, Susan?" he growls, his cock pressing against her entrance.
She nods, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Alexander. Please."
He slides into her, his cock filling her, stretching her.
He starts to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, tight pussy.
He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his body slamming against hers.
She moans, her body meeting his thrusts, her hands gripping the couch, her body trembling with pleasure.
Julianne watches, her hand sliding between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit, her body aching with need.
She can see the pleasure on Susan's face, can hear the sounds of their fucking, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her.
She moans, her body trembling, her orgasm building, her desire growing.
Alexander pulls out of Susan, his cock glistening with her wetness.
He turns to Julianne, his eyes dark with desire, his body hard and ready. He grips her hips, lifting her, positioning her on the edge of the couch.
He slides into her, his cock filling her, stretching her. He starts to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, tight pussy.
He leans down, his lips finding hers in a fierce, hungry kiss.
She moans into his mouth, her body meeting his thrusts, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body trembling with pleasure.
Susan watches, her hand sliding between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit, her body aching with need.
She can see the pleasure on Julianne's face, can hear the sounds of their fucking, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her.
She moans, her body trembling, her orgasm building, her desire growing.
Alexander moves between them, his cock sliding in and out of Julianne's pussy, his hands gripping her hips, his body slamming against hers.
He pulls out, his cock glistening with her wetness, and turns to Susan. He slides into her, his cock filling her, stretching her.
He starts to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, tight pussy. He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his body slamming against hers.
She moans, her body meeting his thrusts, her hands gripping the couch, her body trembling with pleasure.
He moves between them, his cock sliding in and out of their pussies, his hands gripping their hips, his body slamming against theirs.
He can feel their pleasure, their desire, their submission.
He guides them, his commands whispered and demanding, his touch guiding and commanding, his presence dominating, his power unyielding.
He fucks them, his cock filling them, stretching them, claiming them.
He can feel their orgasms building, their bodies trembling, their pleasure growing.
He can feel his own pleasure building, his body aching, his desire growing.
He fucks them harder, faster, deeper, his body slamming against theirs, his cock sliding in and out of their wet, tight pussies.
He comes, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into them, his body trembling with pleasure.
They come with him, their bodies trembling, their pleasure exploding, their submission complete.
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An:
guys i am not sure if you all even like these, there is no comments, no powerstones, i might just post for patreon if it continues.