Date: October 1996
Location: London Film Festival, Soho — post-screening walk
Actress: Brenda Blethyn
Alexander's Status: Managing the Matrix post-production pipeline in secret; quietly negotiating Cartoon Network's leveraged buyout
Actress's Status: Riding critical acclaim for Secrets & Lies; newly famous at 50; overwhelmed by attention and quietly mourning her anonymity
*gilf*
It had just begun to rain — not a storm, but that steady, silver sort of London drizzle that seeps into your thoughts as much as your coat. The screening had ended hours ago. The applause had faded, the interviews concluded, the flashbulbs surrendered to night.
Brenda Blethyn stepped out of the theater alone, scarf tied tightly under her chin, the hem of her skirt brushing puddles. She wasn't used to this — not the cameras, not the attention, and certainly not the reverence.
Then, under the glow of a weak streetlamp outside the Curzon Soho, she saw him.
Alexander Kaine. White hair slicked. A long black coat, gloves, umbrella. He leaned casually against a lamppost like time itself had paused for him.
He didn't say a word. Just fell into step beside her as she walked.
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"So," she said after a few paces, lips curved around the word like a cigarette. "You liked the film."
"I felt the film," he replied.
They walked past shuttered cafes and glistening cobblestones. The only sound was the low hush of the rain and the echo of their footsteps.
Brenda gave a small, rueful laugh. "Well. That's not what I expected to hear from Hollywood's favorite devil."
He didn't return the smile. Not because it wasn't funny, but because it wasn't untrue.
"You were… exposed in that performance," he said, voice low and steady. "Brave. Ugly. Beautiful."
She looked away. Not out of modesty. But because someone was finally speaking to her as a woman, not a symbol of sudden success.
"I've played housewives and secretaries for twenty years," she muttered. "Now everyone acts like I was just discovered. I wasn't lost. I was just ignored."
He nodded, and they walked a block in silence.
She risked a glance at him. "You're being very quiet tonight."
He didn't look at her. Just let the rain run down the sharp line of his jaw. "Some performances don't need dialogue. Just presence."
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They stopped in front a hotel.
"You're different from the others," he said.
"Oh?" she arched an eyebrow. "Older, you mean."
"No," he said. "Not playing to the room. Not trying to impress me. That's rare."
Brenda folded her arms, not sure whether she was flattered or on edge.
"I don't need to impress you."
"Exactly," he said.
They stood there for a long moment. The quiet stretched between them, not awkward but solid — a kind of pact.
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"Tell me," he said at last, "what would you do if no one was watching?"
Brenda blinked. "What kind of question is that?"
"The kind that matters."
She hesitated, then answered without deflection. "Write. Maybe direct. Something small. Something real."
she looked at him with mischievous eyes,"Or maybe something more."
He nodded. "Then do it."
She scoffed gently. "It's not that easy."
"It is. When you are me."
She narrowed her eyes. "Are you demanding."
"I'm offering," he corrected. "In what the world needs but doesn't know it yet. also..." he looked up and down her, "i am interested in the raws of you."
She stared at him. Saw through the polished myth for a moment. Saw a man who could raze a studio or raise an empire with a whisper. And he was offering her… space. Not a handout. Just oxygen.
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When he finally walked her back to her hotel, the doorman stiffened slightly. Alexander handed her his coat wordlessly — soaked on the outside, warm within.
She took it. Wore it. Felt ridiculous and regal at once.
At the door, she looked up at him.
"You're not what I expected."
He leaned down just enough to whisper into her ear.
"Neither are you."
And then — no kiss, no lingering touch — just a hand resting briefly on her shoulder.
She nodded once, too surprised to speak. Then disappeared into the revolving door.
Alexander stood a while longer, then followed into the top hotel suite.
The door clicked shut behind him, sealing them off from the world. Brenda Blethyn turned to face him, her eyes burning with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
Alexander didn't waste time; he stepped forward, his hands already reaching for her blouse.
He undid the buttons one by one, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Brenda's breath hitched as he pushed the fabric aside, exposing her bra-clad breasts.
He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Their tongues danced wildly, exploring each other's mouths with a desperation that spoke volumes about the pent-up desire they both felt.
The kiss was wet and sloppy, their saliva mixing as they devoured each other.
Brenda moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she pulled him closer.
She then broke the kiss, her lips trailing down to his neck, where she nibbled and sucked at his skin, leaving marks of her possession.
Alexander groaned, his head falling back to give her better access.
His hands, which had been resting on her waist, now moved to her back, unhooking her bra with a practiced ease.
He pushed the straps down her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze.
"i know i am not like the young actresses you fuck." she said covering her breast with her hand.
Alexander pulled her close by griping her ass, her sagging breast crush into him, he looks down on her, his green eyes shown obsidian.
"you are a gilf, know that." he said such vulgarities, but his voice had the charm that even these made women flood.
and so was such with Brenda.
"and i don't..." he leaned in "fuck you for your body," He squeezed her ass, his fingers digging into her soft, fleshy cheeks, pulling her against his growing erection.
"i fuck cause i love women, there art, there curves, there mind, there eyes," he canines flashed "and cause i do what ever i want."
He massaged and kneaded her ass, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.
Brenda, not wanting to waste any time, fumbled with his belt, her fingers shaking with anticipation.
She finally managed to unbuckle it, pulling it off with a satisfying hiss.
His pants followed, falling to the floor in a heap, leaving him in his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric.
Brenda looked down, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the sight of his erection. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his length through the fabric, squeezing gently.
Alexander groaned, holding his gaze, he savored the sensation.
Brenda dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock.
She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had already gathered there.
Alexander's hands found their way to her hair, gripping it tightly as he guided her movements.
She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth.
She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass, her saliva coating his shaft, making it glisten in the dim light of the suite.
She sucked him eagerly, her cheeks hollowing out as she applied pressure, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure — Alexander's ragged breaths, Brenda's sloppy sucks, and the wet noises of her mouth working his cock.
She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly, but a smile playing on her lips, enjoying the power she held in that moment. 'the great Alexander in my mouth.'
Alexander's grip on her hair tightened, his hips beginning to move in sync with her movements, fucking her mouth with increasing intensity.
Brenda moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She reached up, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in her hand, feeling them tighten as he neared his climax.
But Alexander had other plans.
With a sudden, forceful tug, he pulled her head back, his cock popping out of her mouth with a wet sound.
He then grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her effortlessly, only to then let her fall back onto the couch, her body bouncing slightly from the impact.
He positioned himself at the edge of the couch, his cock throbbing and ready.
He chocked her neck and aggressively fucked her throat, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
Brenda took it all, her eyes watering, her makeup probably smudged, but she didn't care. She loved the roughness, the dominance.
She reached up, grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper into her throat, encouraging him to use her however he wanted. The room echoed with the obscene sounds of their encounter, a symphony of raw, unbridled lust.
"Take that, dirty GILF body," Alexander growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "Suck my dick like the good little slut you are."
Brenda moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through his body.
She reached up, her hands gripping his thighs for support as she took him even deeper, her nose getting strong musk of his balls.
she struggled and coughed, tears streaming down her face.
Alexander looked down at her, a savage grin on his face, seeing her like this, so used and so willing, only served to turn him on more.
He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, and he knew he was close.
With a final, powerful thrust, he lossless his grip on her neck, his cock pulsing as he unleashed his load down her throat.
Brenda gagged slightly, but managed to swallow every drop, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in her gaze.
Alexander let out a shuddering breath, his body trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. He slowly pulled out of her mouth, his cock still glistening with her saliva.
He looked down at her, a mix of dominance and tenderness in his eyes. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice softening. "You took that like a champion."
Brenda smiled up at him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her lips swollen and red from the intense experience.
She knew this was just the beginning of their night, and she was more than ready for whatever came next.
As the last of his orgasm subsided, Alexander pulled her to her feet, his hand still gripping her hair. He spun her around, pushing her onto the couch.
Brenda went willingly, her body compliant as he positioned her on her hands and knees.
She looked back at him over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with lust.
"Fuck me in the ass," she demanded, her voice hoarse from the pounding she'd just given his cock. "I want to feel you deep inside me."
Alexander smacked her ass, the sound echoing through the room, leaving a red hand print on her pale skin.
He positioned himself behind her, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her exposed hole.
He was still slick and glistening from her mouth, making him shine in the light.
He pressed the head of his cock against her tight ring of muscle, pushing gently but firmly until the head popped inside, eliciting a gasp from Brenda.
He paused, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his voice a low rumble of desire.
"I'm going to fuck this ass like it's never been fucked before." Brenda moaned in anticipation, pushing back against him, encouraging him to go deeper.
Alexander obliged, slowly inching his way into her, the tightness of her ass driving him wild. He could feel every inch of her, the heat, the pressure, the sheer intensity of it all.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear, "You're mine, Brenda. Every fucking inch of you is mine."
He then began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady, relentless rhythm. The room filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling—the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, their ragged breaths, and Brenda's moans of pleasure.
Alexander reached around, his hand finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles, matching the pace of his thrusts. Brenda cried out, her body trembling as he brought her to the brink of orgasm.
"That's it, you fucking slut," Alexander panted, his body glistening with sweat. "Come for me. Come all over my cock."
He pounded into her, his body slapping against hers, the force of his thrusts pushing her forward on the couch.
He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening, and he knew he was close. With a final, powerful thrust, he held himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with his hot seed. Brenda collapsed onto the couch, her body spent, her ass still clenching around his cock as he slowly pulled out, a satisfied grin on his face.
Alexander pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from her ass with a wet pop. Brenda collapsed onto the couch, her body boneless and sated.
"you know that was just a start."
Brenda looked up at him, then said in a soft voice, "have mercy, you will kill me, i am 50 that's elderly abuse.
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