Date: August 1995
Location: Alexander Kaine's Soho Office, New York City
Actress: Jennifer Lopez
Actress's Status: Jennifer Lopez is transitioning from TV and music into serious acting. She's hungry for a breakthrough role that proves she's more than a dancer or singer—_Selena_ offers that. Ambitious, poised, and eager to control her own narrative, she eyes Hollywood's next frontier.
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The elevator doors slid open onto polished concrete floors and floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing Alexander Kaine's Soho office: a modern fortress of glass, steel, and light flooding Manhattan's restless heartbeat below.
Jennifer Lopez stepped inside, dressed sharp but approachable — a white silk blouse tucked into tailored trousers, her hair pulled back to reveal the glow of a woman both confident and expectant.
Alexander met her with that signature calm power, white hair gleaming under the soft industrial light, green eyes narrowing like a hawk sizing up its prey—or its partner.
"Jennifer," he said, voice smooth like aged bourbon. "I hear you want to produce something... different. Something raw. Indie."
She smiled, half nervous, half sure. "Yes. I want to tell stories that don't get told in the big studios. I want to be part of something that's real."
He gestured toward the expansive cityscape. "You understand this city. This world. That's a start."
Jennifer folded her hands, leaning in slightly. "I want to produce _Selena_. It's personal. It's about identity, culture, survival. And I want to star in it."
Alexander regarded her quietly for a moment, then nodded. "I'm building the indie label to handle exactly this kind of project. Low budgets, high impact, cultural resonance. Not the usual corporate machine."
He moved toward a sleek table where glossy sheets lay spread: budgets, projections, marketing angles.
"This isn't just charity," he said. "It's a strategic bet. We need voices that can reach beyond Hollywood's bubble. You have the reach, the charisma. I want you to be the face—and the force—of this."
Jennifer's eyes lit up, but her tone held steel. "So, this is a partnership?"
"Yes. You produce under AEG Indie. Creative control you can fight for. Marketing muscle you can't. And for the record…" —he gave a rare smile—"I want you to star in _Selena_. No one else."
The hours slid by as they debated casting, soundtrack ideas, release windows. She challenged him with questions; he answered with calculated honesty. Neither missed a beat.
"So what's the biggest risk?" Jennifer asked.
Alexander leaned back, fingers steepled. "That the mainstream doesn't catch on. But that's why we build a loyal indie audience first. That's where the real influence begins."
She nodded slowly, absorbing his vision.
"And after _Selena_?"
"We grow the label. More voices like yours. More stories from the edges."
Jennifer smiled, the first real spark of victory. "Then let's make some noise."
As the city lights shimmered like stars caught in glass, Alexander stood, offering his hand.
"Welcome to the empire, Jennifer."
She took it—grip firm, promise unspoken.
Later, as the office emptied, they slipped into the private screening room adjacent to the loft.
The room was dark, save for the soft glow of a projector. Alexander flicked on a reel of early indie films — raw, unpolished, revolutionary.
Jennifer settled beside him, the distance between them shrinking.
As they watched the films, the energy in the room shifted, becoming charged with an unspoken tension. Jennifer's eyes sparkled with excitement and something more primal as she leaned in closer to Alexander, her breath warm against his ear.
"You have excellent taste in cinema, Alexander," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr.
He turned to her, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her heart race. "And you, Jennifer, have a presence that commands attention," he replied, his hand reaching up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a surge of desire. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss. He responded instantly, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. Their kiss deepened, tongues exploring, teeth nipping gently. Jennifer could feel his desire pressing against her, hard and insistent.
Breaking away, she looked into his eyes, a mischievous glint in her own. "I want to taste you, Alexander," she whispered, sliding off his lap and onto her knees in front of him.
He leaned back, giving her the access she sought. With skilled hands, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his already rock-hard cock. She took a moment to admire it, a slow smile spreading across her face before she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, taking him even deeper, her gullet constricting around the head of his cock.
Alexander let out a low groan, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to bob her head, taking him in and out, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The sight of her, so eager and skilled, was almost enough to make him lose control.
But he held on, wanting to savor every moment. He pulled her up, spinning her around so she was facing away from him, her back arched, her ass pressed against his cock. He reached around, unbuttoning her pants, pushing them down along with her panties, exposing her to him.
He spanked her, once, twice, the sound echoing in the small room. She let out a moan, pushing back against him, asking for more. He obliged, his hand printing red on her pale skin. Then, he gripped her hips, pulling her down as he thrust up, entering her from behind.
Jennifer let out a cry, a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled her. He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against hers, the sound raw and obscene. She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in sync with his, her moans filling the room.
But Alexander wanted more. He pulled out, turning her around to face him. "Ride me, Jennifer," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands on his chest for leverage. She impaled herself on his cock, taking him deep, her eyes never leaving his as she began to move, rolling her hips, grinding down on him.
Alexander's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he helped her set a rhythm, their bodies slapping together, the sound wet and obscene. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, her body tightening as she chased her orgasm.
But he wasn't ready for her to finish yet. He flipped them over, her back hitting the plush carpet, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pounded into her, his cock swelling, his balls tightening as he chased his own release.
Jennifer could feel it, the coiled tension in his body, the way his movements became jerky, uncontrolled. She met his thrusts, her body arching off the floor, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.
"Come for me, Alexander," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Fill me up."
With a roar, he did, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her, his body shaking with the force of his release. He collapsed on top of her, their chests heaving, their bodies slick with sweat.
But Jennifer wasn't done. She pushed him off, a wicked smile on her face as she took his softening cock into her mouth, sucking gently, cleaning him with her tongue. She looked up at him, her eyes never leaving his as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked, her tongue swirling, her head bobbing.
Alexander let out a low moan, his hands tangling in her hair as she brought him back to life, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue skilled. He could feel himself hardening again, his body responding to her touch, her taste, her scent.
She pulled off, a slow smile spreading across her face as she straddled him, her back to him, her Latina ass pressing against his now hard cock. "Since it's so well lubricated," she said, looking over her shoulder at him, "I want you to enjoy my ass, Alexander."
He let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her body resisting, then giving way, taking him in.
Jennifer let out a low moan, her head falling forward, her hair curtaining her face as he began to move, his hips rolling, his cock filling her, stretching her.
Alexander could feel every inch of her, her body hot and tight around him. He leaned forward, his chest against her back, his arms wrapping around her, his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples as he moved inside her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathing ragged, their moans filling the room as he took her, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, the sensation almost too much to bear.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, matching the rhythm of his hips. Jennifer let out a cry, her body tensing, her inner muscles clenching around him as she came, her body milking his cock.
With a final thrust, he came too, his body shaking, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her, filling her with his seed. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick, their breathing ragged, their hearts pounding in sync.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies connected, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Then, Alexander pulled out, rolling onto his back, pulling Jennifer with him, her back to his front, his arms wrapped around her.