Date: August 1996
Location: Directors Guild of America Summer Salon, Los Angeles
Actress: Helen Hunt & Jodie Foster
Alexander's Status: Fresh off The Rock and deep in pre-production for American Beauty (early script draft under Sam Mendes); positioning AEG as a prestige player amid the blockbuster chaos
Actresses' Status:
- Helen Hunt: Wrapping up final episodes of Mad About You, filming As Good As It Gets — still underestimated despite Emmy wins
- Jodie Foster: Two-time Oscar winner, respected but increasingly frustrated by limited roles — inching toward directing
The DGA garden had the lacquered calm of a museum at night — string lights wound through cypress trees, jazz murmuring just above the level of conversation, and the tang of Chardonnay clinging to the summer air like ambition in a silk dress.
Jodie Foster stood at the edge of the courtyard, cigarette lit, posture like she'd rather be anywhere else but had decided to own the room anyway. Beside her was Helen Hunt, radiant in white, all understated elegance and unintentional gravity. The kind of woman people didn't notice right away — and then couldn't stop watching.
"You're hiding," Jodie said flatly, taking a drag.
Helen gave her a sideways look. "Is this the pep talk portion?"
"I'm just saying," Jodie exhaled, "you've directed episodes. You know timing, tone, story. And you're still letting other people call the shots."
Helen smirked. "Says the woman who's been 'thinking' about directing since the Clinton campaign."
Jodie narrowed her eyes — then caught the shift. The way the air seemed to tilt. She didn't need to look to know who was behind her.
"You always arrive like a closing argument," she said, not turning around.
Alexander Kaine's voice landed warm and dry. "Because people stop talking after one."
Helen turned, curious. Jodie didn't — just took another drag and handed him her glass without asking. He took it.
He looked almost too composed to belong here. The silk-charcoal suit was open at the throat, no tie, but everything else was precision — the watch, the scent, the cut of his silence. He belonged more to a courtroom or a throne than a garden party.
Helen blinked, visibly recalibrating. "Alexander Kaine."
"We've met," Jodie said, more to Helen than to him. "Twice, technically."
"Three times," Alexander corrected smoothly. "If you count Cannes."
Jodie smirked. "You always count Cannes."
Helen's eyes danced between them. "You two...?"
Jodie stubbed out her cigarette. "He's less mysterious than he looks. But only just."
Alexander turned to Helen, serious now. "You've got something coming. It's not just As Good As It Gets. It's you. You're turning a corner, and if you let the industry define that for you, they'll shrink it to a headline."
Helen folded her arms. "And what are you offering instead? A different headline?"
"No," he said. "A script."
He stepped closer. "Mendes is circling. Quiet, jagged drama. Role's not flashy. But it burns slow. I need someone who can show heartbreak like it's happening in real time."
Helen hesitated. "I don't know if I have the bandwidth."
"She doesn't mean bandwidth," Jodie said, softly. "She means fear."
Helen shot her a look.
Jodie smiled. "I did too. First time he offered me something real."
Helen raised a brow. "And did you take it?"
"I did," Jodie said. "And I left his place the next morning wanting to direct everything I've ever loved."
There was a pause. A soft, spiraling silence, like the last moment before a string quartet plays the first note.
Then Jodie leaned in to Helen. "Come with us tonight."
Helen blinked. "Us?"
Jodie glanced at Alexander, then back to Helen. "I'm not staying. But you should see how he works. It's not sex. It's... something else. Scarier, better."
Alexander's voice, low: "I don't do auditions. I open doors."
Helen looked at him. Really looked.
She saw the myth — the legend in tailored clothes. But underneath: something watching her. Not waiting to be adored. Waiting to be challenged.
Jodie tapped Helen's wine glass with her knuckle. "You said you were tired of being nice. Here's your chance."
Helen hesitated only a second longer.
Then she said:
"I'll go. But only if you send me the full script."
Alexander's lips curled. "You'll have it by sunrise."
Jodie, already turning, called over her shoulder:
"Don't forget to breathe. He tends to take the air with him."
The Jaguar was waiting, low and gleaming, as if summoned. Helen slid into the passenger seat, still unsure whether she'd been invited or recruited.
The door closed. The night shifted.
And Hollywood — just a little — tilted with it.
The Jaguar has pulled into the private drive.
Jodie Foster exits with a sly steps, Helen Hunt followed with a bit hessitent step.
Alexander Kaine led in the quiet confidence, his estate expanse overlooking Los Angeles.
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Alexander stands by the window, glass in hand. in a white robe, He's silent. Still. Watching. But not predatory. Just waiting.
The tension is romantic erotic in a way that feels dangerous.
soft music playing in, and light in there dimy sex glow.
giggles guided his eyes to the back where, Jodie foster led Helen hunt.
both were nude, there soft flesh bouncing the soft light.
Alexander took the last sip for the night, the last of fluid out of a glass tonight, his gaze was at a far more appetizing drink.
his robe came undone as he let it fall to the ground.
white hair slicked like always, light cutting on the sharp edges of his jaw, his marble carved flesh.
Helen and Jodie stood together, their bodies pressed lightly against each other, the soft glow of the room casting long, sensual shadows that danced across their naked flesh.
Helen's body, with its soft curves and delicate features, was a vision of feminine allure.
Her skin was pale and luminescent in the dim light, her breasts full and round, nipples already hardened with anticipation.
Her waist nipped in slightly, flaring out to hips that were soft and womanly, leading to long, slender legs that seemed to go on forever.
A neat strip of pubic hair, neatly trimmed, adorned her most intimate area, a subtle hint of her natural beauty.
Jodie, on the other hand, was a study in athletic grace.
Her body was a bit more flushed, her breast a handful, her thighs grabby, he body with all the right curves, he always a lit a fire in men, dark pink nipples that stood erect and proud.
Unlike Helen, Jodie had a neat bush of pubic hair, a darker contrast to her fair skin, a sign of her unapologetic femininity.
They embraced, their bodies molding together perfectly, breasts pressing against breasts, hips aligning in a seamless fit.
Their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss, tongues tentatively touching, tasting each other. Helen's hands roamed Jodie's back, feeling the smooth, taut skin and the muscles beneath.
Jodie's hands were in Helen's hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that was palpable.
Alexander watched, his grin crescentn'in as he took in the sight of them together.
He stepped closer, with his hard, ready body.
He joined them, his arms wrapping around both women, pulling them into a three-way embrace.
Their bodies fit together perfectly, a puzzle piece of flesh and desire.
Their kissing became a tangled, passionate affair, mouths exploring, tongues dancing.
Helen's hands were on Alexander's chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle and the sprinkling of hair that trailed down his stomach.
Jodie's hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, her body pressing against his side, her breast pressing into his arm.
Jodie pulled back slightly, her breath ragged. She looked at Helen, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Touch him, Helen," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Feel what we do to him."
Helen's eyes flicked to Alexander, then back to Jodie, a spark of mischief in her eyes.
She reached out, her hand wrapping around Alexander's length, feeling the velvety softness of his skin, the hardness beneath.
She stroked him softly, her hand moving up and down, her eyes never leaving his.
Alexander hummed into Jodie mouth, his body filling with pleasure.
Jodie leaned in, her lips capturing his in a fierce kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as Helen continued to stroke him.
Alexander's hands found Jodie's hips, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers as they kissed.
Helen, not wanting to be left out, leaned in and kissed Alexander's chest, her lips trailing down his stomach, her tongue flicking out to taste him.
She took one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking gently, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Alexander groaned again, his body shaking with pleasure.
Jodie pulled back, a devilish grin on her face. She dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on Alexander's cock.
She looked up at him, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. "I've been wanting to do this from our last time," she said, her voice a low purr.
She took him in her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth.
She sucked him deep, her head bobbing up and down, her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with her mouth.
Her devotion was clear in every movement, every moan that vibrated around his length. She loved this, loved the power she held, the pleasure she could give.
Alexander's hands were in her hair, guiding her, but not forcing.
He let her set the pace, let her explore him, let her worship him. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his body trembling with pleasure.
Helen, not wanting to be left out, leaned in and took one of Alexander's nipples in her mouth, sucking gently, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his as she sucked and licked, her hand still wrapped around his length, stroking in time with Jodie's mouth.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—moans, gasps, the wet suction of Jodie's mouth on Alexander's cock, the soft slapping of flesh as Helen's hand moved up and down.
It was a symphony of desire, a testament to the raw, unfiltered connection they shared.
Alexander's body tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm close," he managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse with desire.
Jodie pulled back, a wicked smile on her face. "Not yet, you're not," she said, her voice a low purr.
She stood up, her body pressing against his.
She turned to Helen, pulling her into the kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as Alexander's hands roamed their bodies, touching, teasing, tasting.
They moved to the bedroom, a seamless transition from the living room, their bodies still entwined, their kisses never ceasing.
The bedroom was a sanctuary of sensuality, the large bed dominating the space, draped in luxurious silk sheets that shimmered in the soft, ambient lighting.
Jodie, taking the lead, gently pushed Helen onto the bed, her hands roaming over Helen's soft curves.
Helen's eyes fluttered closed as Jodie spread her legs wide, exposing her most intimate place.
Jodie leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste Helen's wetness, her eyes never leaving Helen's face as she explored her with slow, deliberate licks.
Helen moaned, her back arching off the bed as Jodie's tongue found her clit, circling it with expert precision.
"Alexander," Jodie said, looking up at him with a wicked smile, "shes ready take her."
Jodie pushed Helen's legs apart, exposing her fully to Alexander's view. "Look at this beautiful pussy," Jodie murmured, her voice a low, appreciative purr. "So pink, so wet, so ready for you."
Alexander, his body already throbbing with anticipation, moved to the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on the erotic sight before him. Jodie's head was between Helen's legs, her tongue delving into Helen's folds, her fingers working their magic as Helen squirmed and moaned beneath her. The room was filled with the wet sounds of Jodie's ministrations, Helen's desperate gasps, and the heavy scent of their arousal.
"Please, Alexander," Helen begged, her voice a hoarse whisper, her eyes locked on his. "I need you inside me."
Alexander needed no further invitation. He positioned himself between Helen's legs, his body trembling with restraint as he looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes wild with desire. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring her depths as he entered her with one slow, deliberate thrust.
Helen moaned into his mouth, her body arching off the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper. Alexander began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, rhythmic pace, his body shuddering with each thrust as he felt Helen's wet heat envelop him.
Jodie, not wanting to be left out, moved up the bed, her body pressing against Alexander's side as she kissed and bit his shoulder, his neck, her hands roaming his chest, his abs, his hips. Her touch was electric, heightening his senses, making him more aware of every inch of his body, every sensation, every pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel good," Alexander groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound as he continued to thrust into Helen, his body moving in sync with Jodie's touches. "So tight, so wet."
Helen moaned in response, her nails digging into his back, her body meeting his thrusts with equal force, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Don't stop," she panted. "Please, don't stop."
Alexander had no intention of stopping. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached down, his fingers finding Helen's clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles, matching the pace of his thrusts.
Helen's body tensed, her breath hitched, and with a final, desperate cry, she came, her body convulsing around him, her wetness coating his cock, her inner muscles milking him for all he was worth.
The sensation was too much. Alexander threw his head back, a low, guttural roar escaping his throat as he found his release, his body shaking, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside Helen.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in sync. Alexander could feel Helen's body trembling beneath him, her inner muscles still spasming, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Jodie, her body pressed against Alexander's side, reached down, her fingers tracing the line of Alexander's jaw, turning his head to face her. She leaned in, her lips capturing his in a soft, tender kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth gently, slowly, a stark contrast to the passionate, desperate kiss they had shared earlier.
Alexander, his body already throbbing with anticipation, moved to the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on the erotic sight before him.
Jodie's head was between Helen's legs, her tongue delving into Helen's folds, her fingers working their magic as Helen squirmed and moaned beneath her.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of Jodie's ministrations, Helen's desperate gasps, and the heavy scent of their arousal.
"Please, Alexander," Helen begged, her voice a hoarse whisper, her eyes locked on his. "I need you inside me."
Alexander needed no further invitation. He positioned himself between Helen's legs, his body trembling with restraint as he looked down at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes wild with desire.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring her depths as he entered her with one slow, deliberate thrust.
Helen moaned into his mouth, her body arching off the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.
Alexander began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, rhythmic pace, his body shuddering with each thrust as he felt Helen's wet heat envelop him.
Jodie, not wanting to be left out, moved up the bed, her body pressing against Alexander's side as she kissed and bit his shoulder, his neck, her hands roaming his chest, his abs, his hips.
Her touch was electric, heightening his senses, making him more aware of every inch of his body, every sensation, every pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel good," Alexander groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound as he continued to thrust into Helen, his body moving in sync with Jodie's touches. "So tight, so wet."
Helen moaned in response, her nails digging into the sheets, her body meeting his thrusts with equal force, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Don't stop," she panted. "Please, don't stop."
Alexander had no intention of stopping.
He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He reached down, his fingers finding Helen's clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles, matching the pace of his thrusts.
Helen's body tensed, her breath hitched, and with a final, desperate cry, she came, her body convulsing around him, her wetness coating his cock, her inner muscles milking him for all he was worth.
The sensation was too much. Alexander threw his head back, a low, guttural roar escaping his throat as he found his release, his body shaking, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed all over Helen.
They stayed like that for a moment Jodie, her body pressed against Alexander's side, reached down, her fingers tracing the line of Alexander's jaw, turning his head to face her.
She leaned in, her lips capturing his in a soft, tender kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth gently, slowly, a stark contrast to the passionate, desperate kiss they had shared earlier.
"That was incredible," Jodie murmured against his lips, then going down on Helens body, she ran her tongue Helen, lapping the sweat and cum.
she looked back with flushed cheeks, eyes sluty, smile racy.
Jodie turned around, a devilish grin on her face as she crawled up Helen's body, her tongue licking and lapping at the cum that had spilled onto Helen's stomach and breasts. Helen watched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal as Jodie cleaned her, her tongue delving into her belly button, her lips sucking gently on her sensitive skin.
Alexander's heart swelled with lust, and so did his dick got back to must, he stroked his sensitive dick.
Jodie looked up at him, her lips curved in a satisfied smile, her eyes shining with a mix of love and lust. "I think it's time for round two," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Don't you, Alexander?"
Alexander's cock twitched in response, pre-cum leaking from the tip as he positioned himself behind Jodie, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Alexander smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips as he nodded, his body already responding to her words, ready for another round of endless pleasure. "Oh, definitely," he replied, his voice a low growl.
He entered her with one swift thrust, his body shuddering with the sheer pleasure of being inside her.
Jodie moaned, her head falling forward as Alexander began to move, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust.
He leaned down, his body covering hers as he reached around and grabbed her breasts, his fingers pinching her hard nipples.
Jodie moaned again, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force.
The room filled with the sounds of their passion—moans, gasps, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the heady scent of sex and sweat and desire.
Alexander could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he pounded into Jodie, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving marks that would fade but be remembered.
his hips slapped against her ass with each thrust, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with their moans and gasps. He leaned down, his body covering hers as he reached around and grabbed her breasts, his fingers pinching her hard nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
Jodie pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force, her body trembling with pleasure. "Harder, Alexander," she moaned. "Fuck me harder."
He obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more desperate. The room filled with the sounds of their passion, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, their moans and gasps, the heady scent of sex and sweat and desire.
Alexander could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he pounded into Jodie, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving marks that would fade but be remembered. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shaking as he spilled his seed deep inside her, his cock pulsing with each wave of his release.
He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their connection deep and raw and real.
Alexander pulled out, rolling onto his back beside Jodie, his arm wrapping around her, pulling her close. Helen, recovering from her own pleasure, snuggled into his other side, her body fitting perfectly against his.
The three of them lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was filled with a sense of contentment, of satisfaction, of a job well done. They had explored each other, pushed boundaries, experienced a connection that was raw, unfiltered, and utterly consuming.
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