Date: November 1996
Location: Paris Fashion Week, Grand Palais
Actresses: Naomi Campbell & Tyra Banks
Alexander's Status: Fresh off greenlighting *Crouching Tiger* and acquiring *Run Lola Run* remake rights. Quietly assembling his "faces of the future" initiative — a secret slate of high-glamour, cross-cultural studio vehicles
Actresses' Status:
- Naomi: Still the queen, but tabloids hound her. Feared, worshipped, and framed as difficult
- Tyra: Rising fast, sweeter brand, but fighting for space in Naomi's shadow — and starting to burn at the edges
The Grand Palais was lit like Olympus. Catwalks gleamed beneath a glass sky, champagne fizzed in crystal flutes, and the music was a steady, percussive heartbeat — tribal, futuristic, French.
Backstage was chaos. Stylists screamed in three languages. Models air-kissed like assassins. Naomi Campbell sat in a silk robe, legs crossed, not a hair out of place, as if the storm of high fashion swirled around her and not through her.
Across the room, Tyra Banks was laughing too hard at something a makeup artist said, eyes darting over to Naomi every so often. The space between them wasn't physical. It was mythic. Decades of future tension were already coiling, camera-ready.
Then Alexander Kaine walked in — and the room stilled like someone had pressed a silent alarm.
No badge. No entourage. Just that black suit, that razor-white hair, and the quiet, impossible pressure of someone who should not be here and yet somehow owned the air.
Naomi's eyes flicked up. Bored. Then sharp. Recognition, like a switchblade.
Tyra turned, mid-laugh, and went silent.
Alexander didn't stop walking. He passed between them like a rumor made flesh, then turned, standing squarely in the space that held their rivalry like a live wire.
"You're both wrong," he said.
Naomi arched an eyebrow. "About what?"
"About each other," he replied, unbothered. "And about what comes next."
Tyra tilted her head. "You come here just to stir the pot, Mr. Kaine?"
"I came," he said, "to make an offer."
Naomi stood, regal and unnervingly still. "To which one of us?"
"Both," he said. "If you can stop competing long enough to listen."
He held out two identical envelopes. Ivory. Unmarked. Heavy.
"Scripts," he said. "One character. Two timelines. One woman — divided by ambition. Fashion as war. Beauty as empire."
Naomi didn't take it. "Let me guess. The old guard and the new guard? One of us loses?"
Alexander's smile was knife-thin. "No. One of you ends up behind the camera."
That made them both look at him — really look.
"You want us to act?" Tyra said, arms folded.
"I want you to lead," he said. "You've conquered catwalks. Now conquer the screen. One of you walks for the camera. The other walks away with a producer credit."
Naomi's voice dropped, velvet over ice. "Why now?"
"Because you're both about to be defined by people smaller than you," he said. "Tabloids. Agents. Brands. I'm offering you narrative."
He stepped closer. Close enough they could smell his cologne — smoke and silver and something old and clean.
"Walk for me," he said, softer. "On screen. Together. Not rivals. Reflections."
They didn't speak. But the silence wasn't awkward.
When the show began twenty minutes later, Naomi and Tyra walked one after the other — in matching black. Not smiling. Not nodding. But not ignoring.
Cameras flashed like lightning. The fashion world would call it an accident.
Alexander knew better.
Backstage, as the music faded, he waited by the exit.
Naomi handed him her envelope back — unopened. "I don't need to read it," she said.
Tyra handed hers back too. "I already know how it ends."
He took both. Slid them into his jacket. "Then let's begin."
They left with him, past the press, past the chatter, into a waiting car that wasn't waiting long.
They entered together. Not side-by-side, but orbiting each other. Still locked in that electric tension that only comes when the world keeps asking which one will blink first.
Naomi was the first to speak.
"This isn't a script meeting."
"No," Alexander said, pouring her a drink without asking. "It's a declaration."
Tyra leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, the city glittering behind her like a crown she hadn't decided whether to wear. "Declaration of what?"
He handed Naomi her glass. "That you are not made to be compared. Only worshipped — differently."
Naomi sipped without breaking eye contact. "And you think you're the high priest?"
"I think I'm the altar," he replied.
Alexander's hands roamed over Naomi's curves, his touch firm and demanding. He pulled her close, his mouth crashing down on hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. Naomi's body melted into his, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
Tyra moved behind Naomi, her hands sliding under her dress, tracing the lines of her thighs. Naomi gasped into Alexander's mouth as Tyra's fingers found the wet heat between her legs, teasing and exploring.
Alexander's hands found the zipper of Naomi's dress, pulling it down slowly, his eyes locked on hers. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but lace and desire. His mouth trailed down her neck, his teeth nipping at her collarbone as he pushed her gently onto the nearby couch.
Tyra knelt beside them, her hands roaming over Naomi's body, her lips capturing one of Naomi's nipples through the lace of her bra. Naomi arched into their touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washed over her.
Alexander's mouth found her other breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. Tyra's fingers slipped beneath the lace of Naomi's panties, finding her clit and circling it with expert precision. Naomi's hips bucked, her body crying out for more.
Alexander's hands roamed lower, his fingers slipping inside her, pumping in and out in a rhythm that matched Tyra's teasing touch. Naomi's body tensed, her breath hitching as she teetered on the edge of release.
Tyra's mouth found Naomi's, her kiss deep and hungry as her fingers continued their relentless assault. Alexander's thumb found her clit, rubbing in tight circles as his fingers drove deeper. Naomi's body exploded, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she cried out into Tyra's mouth.
Alexander's body covered Naomi's, his cock hard and ready against her thigh. She reached down, her hand wrapping around him, guiding him to her entrance. But just as he was about to slide in, a shift occurred.
Tyra, who had been watching with a hungry gaze, suddenly knelt beside them. Her hands roamed over Alexander's back, her touch firm and possessive. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "Let me have a taste first."
Alexander's eyes met Naomi's, a silent question passing between them. Naomi nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Go ahead," she said, her voice husky with desire. "Let her worship you."
Tyra's hands moved to Alexander's hips, her fingers digging into his flesh as she urged him to turn. He complied, his body shifting until he was kneeling in front of her, his cock jutting out proudly. Tyra's eyes locked onto his, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
She leaned in, her mouth capturing the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Alexander's breath hitched, his body tensing as pleasure shot through him. Tyra's hands wrapped around the base, her fingers squeezing gently as she took him deeper, her mouth sliding down his length.
Naomi watched, her eyes dark with lust as Tyra's head bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. She reached out, her fingers tangling in Tyra's hair, guiding her movements. Tyra moaned around Alexander's cock, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through his body.
Alexander's hands found Tyra's shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to move his hips, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. Tyra took him eagerly, her mouth and throat working in perfect harmony as she took him deeper and deeper.
Naomi's hands roamed over Alexander's back, her touch gentle and soothing as she urged him on. "Fuck her mouth, Alexander," she whispered, her voice a low growl. "Make her take every inch of you."
Alexander's thrusts became more urgent, his body driving into Tyra's mouth with relentless force. Tyra moaned around him, her hands squeezing his ass, urging him deeper. Naomi's fingers found her own clit, rubbing in tight circles as she watched the erotic sight before her.
Alexander's body tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the edge. Tyra's mouth and throat worked faster, her head bobbing up and down with frenzied intensity. Naomi's fingers moved faster, her body tensing as she chased her own release.
With a final, deep thrust, Alexander came, his body shuddering as he filled Tyra's mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her throat working as she took every last drop. Naomi's body exploded, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she cried out, her fingers still working her clit.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Tyra's mouth slid off Alexander's cock, her lips swollen and red. She looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Delicious," she purred, her voice husky with satisfaction. "But I think Naomi deserves a taste now."
Alexander's eyes met Naomi's, a silent question passing between them once more. Naomi nodded, her body already aching with need. "Yes," she whispered. "I want to taste you both."
Naomi leaned in, her lips capturing Tyra's in a deep, hungry kiss. Tyra moaned into her mouth, the taste of Alexander's cum mingling with their desire. Naomi's tongue explored Tyra's mouth, sharing the salty sweetness, their kiss growing more intense with each passing second.
Alexander watched, his cock already hardening again at the sight of their passion. Naomi pulled back, her breath ragged, her eyes dark with lust. She lay back on the couch, her legs spreading wide in a clear invitation. "Fuck me, Alexander," she purred, her voice dripping with need. "Make me yours."
Alexander moved between her legs, his body covering hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a single, smooth thrust, he slid into her, filling her completely. Naomi's back arched, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as he began to move, his hips driving into hers with a primal rhythm.
Tyra knelt beside them, her body pressing against Naomi's as she leaned in to kiss her once more. Their tongues danced together, their breaths mingling as Alexander's thrusts grew more urgent. Tyra's hands roamed over Naomi's body, her touch firm and possessive as she explored every curve.
Suddenly, Tyra shifted, her body moving to straddle Naomi's face in a reverse cowgirl position. Alexander's eyes locked onto Tyra's ass, her cheeks spread wide, giving him a perfect view of her glistening pussy. He reached out, his hands squeezing her flesh, his fingers digging into her skin as he continued to fuck Naomi with relentless force.
Naomi's tongue found Tyra's clit, her mouth sucking and licking with eager fervor. Tyra moaned, her body grinding down against Naomi's face as she rode her tongue. Alexander's thrusts became more urgent, his body driving into Naomi with wild abandon as he spanked Tyra's ass, his hand connecting with her flesh in a sharp, stinging slap.
Tyra cried out, her body tensing as pleasure and pain mingled together. She ground down harder, her pussy rubbing against Naomi's mouth as she chased her release. Alexander's spanks became more insistent, his hand leaving red marks on Tyra's ass as he fucked Naomi with relentless intensity.
Naomi's body tensed, her breath hitching as she neared the edge. Alexander's cock swelled inside her, his body tensing as he drove into her one last time, filling her completely as he came. Tyra's body exploded, her orgasm crashing over her as Naomi's tongue worked her clit with expert precision.
Alexander watched with intense fascination as Tyra crawled back between Naomi's legs, her tongue darting out to lap at the mixture of their cum that dripped from Naomi's pussy. Tyra's eyes met his, a wicked glint in them as she sucked and tongued Naomi's sensitive flesh, her moans of pleasure vibrating through the room.
Naomi's body arched, her hips bucking against Tyra's face as she rode the waves of pleasure. Alexander's hand wrapped around his cock, his strokes matching the rhythm of Tyra's tongue as he watched the erotic sight before him. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he neared the edge once more.
Tyra pulled back, her lips glistening with a mix of their cum. She turned to Alexander, a playful smile on her face. "fuck me," she purred, her voice husky with desire. "Fuck my ass, Alexander. Make me feel you deep inside."
Alexander's cock throbbed at her words, his body already aching with need. He moved behind Tyra, his hands squeezing her red, spanked cheeks as he positioned himself at her tight hole. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed in, her muscles clenching around him as he filled her completely.
Tyra moaned, her body pushing back against him as he began to move, his hips driving into hers with a steady, relentless rhythm. Alexander's hands roamed over her body, his fingers digging into her flesh as he kneaded her ass, his spanks having left fresh red marks on her skin.
Naomi watched, her eyes dark with lust as she fingered herself, her body aching with need. Tyra reached out, her hand wrapping around Naomi's wrist, guiding her fingers to her own pussy as they moved in sync, their moans filling the room.
Alexander's thrusts became more urgent, his body driving into Tyra with wild abandon as he chased his release. Tyra's body tensed, her muscles clenching around him as she neared the edge, her fingers working her clit in tight, frantic circles.
With a final, deep thrust, Alexander came, his body shuddering as he filled Tyra's ass. Tyra's body exploded, her orgasm crashing over her as Naomi's fingers drove her to the brink. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Alexander pulled out, his body collapsing beside them, his hand roaming over Tyra's curves. Naomi's body pressed against his, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest as they lay there, sated and content, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion.
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