Date: August 1994
Location: The Mask After-Party — The Bowery Hotel, New York City
Actresses: Drew Barrymore & Cameron Diaz
Drew Barrymore's Status:
Freshly clean, rebellious and radiant post-Poison Ivy and Playboy. Trying to shake the wild-child persona while still drawn to danger. Vulnerable beneath the bravado.
Cameron Diaz's Status:
Just debuted in The Mask. Shot to instant stardom without expecting it. Disoriented but glowing — the world just discovered her, and she hasn't figured out what to do with that light yet.
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The Bowery Hotel was sweating with August heat and movie industry pheromones.
Inside, New York's creative elite swirled around velvet lounges and cracked-leather booths. Scorsese was chain-smoking by the bar. Harvey Weinstein was cornering someone into a handshake. And in the center of it all, like the gravity pulling the orbit, stood Alexander Kaine—white hair slicked back, green eyes half-lidded with amusement, a flute of champagne untouched in his hand.
He wore a charcoal-gray suit that fit like it had been forged around him. Not designed. Forged. There was a jaguar-smooth stillness about him, even in a crowd.
He didn't move toward people. People moved toward him.
"You're him, aren't you?" The voice came like a flicker of mischief wrapped in silk.
Alexander turned, and there she was: Drew Barrymore, strawberry-blonde hair in messy-glam waves, her dark eyeliner a little smudged like she'd either been dancing or crying — or both. She wore a vintage Dior slip dress with a tear at the hem that looked intentional.
"I am," he said, smiling like he already knew what she was going to say next.
"The Alexander Kaine. You produced Pulp Fiction. And The Mask." She leaned closer, like sharing a joke. "I heard you bought some weird comic book company too. What's next? Porn with a plot?"
He laughed. Low and genuine. "I already made that. It's called prestige drama."
Drew tilted her head. "You don't blink much. That's dangerous."
"And you blink too much. That's charming." He paused, then added, "But I like dangerous."
She smirked, but before she could volley back, a gentle tap landed on Alexander's shoulder.
"Excuse me, Mr. Kaine?"
Cameron Diaz stood there, the spotlight innocence of someone not yet burned. Her baby-blue dress was too polite for the room, her smile a touch too earnest.
"I just… I wanted to thank you," she said. "For everything. You… you gave me this shot. I've never even acted before this."
Alexander's eyes softened.
"And yet you lit the screen like a firecracker," he said. "Don't act like you don't belong. The camera doesn't lie. You belong."
She flushed, caught between disbelief and the electric thrill of being seen.
Drew raised an eyebrow at Cameron. "You're adorable. Like a Disney princess who wandered into a Scorsese set."
Cameron laughed. "You're kind of terrifying in a sexy way."
"That's the idea, darling," Drew winked.
Alexander gestured to the empty booth behind him. "You both want a drink or just to roast me in tandem?"
They sat. It wasn't a table anymore — it was a gravitational field.
As the night pulled forward, they bantered with rhythm: Drew's cynical sparkle, Cameron's disarming warmth, and Alexander's surgical calm anchoring it all. He asked Cameron about her sudden rise — how it felt, what she feared. He asked Drew what she wanted to be now — not what they called her.
"You ask questions like a therapist," Drew said, swirling her drink. "Except more expensive and probably worse for my recovery."
"You're not recovering," Alexander said flatly. "You're transforming."
She blinked at that.
And for Cameron, he leaned in gently. "If you're scared now, good. You're still listening to your gut. The second you stop feeling that, this town will eat you."
She stared at him. "You talk like you've seen this before."
"I have," he said. "Twice."
No one understood the line. But it didn't matter. The weight of it lingered.
By 1:00 AM, the party had thinned.
Studio heads slipped into waiting limos, publicists whispered into flip phones, and a few too many up-and-comers were trying not to throw up in the bathroom. But in the corner booth of the Bowery Hotel lounge, the pulse still beat strong — three stars at different phases of ignition.
Drew twirled her glass. Cameron leaned against the velvet cushion, heels off. Alexander looked at them like a director in search of a frame.
"You two," he murmured, watching their banter playfully overlap, "you'd look good together on screen."
Drew raised an eyebrow. "Like a buddy comedy?"
"No." Alexander's voice was silk over steel. "Something more kinetic. Stylish. Fast. Explosive." He paused, then smirked. "Angelic."
Cameron blinked. "Wait, what's that mean?"
"Charlie's Angels," he said simply. "It hasn't been made yet. But I've got the rights buried somewhere in a filing cabinet under Sony's nose."
Drew leaned forward, intrigued. "That some old show or something?"
"1976 to 1981. Three women. Spies, detectives, whatever you want to call them. Big hair, bigger guns. People loved it." He looked between them, amused. "The world's going to want to see it again. But this time... with fangs."
Cameron smiled, flattered. "And when's that gonna happen?"
Alexander leaned back, gaze slow, voice low.
"Soon. Just need one more Angel."
Drew's eyes glittered with something between danger and heat. She slid a little closer.
"Maybe two are enough," she whispered.
Cameron matched her, shoulder brushing his. "Let us prove it."
"My penthouse is two floors up," he said, rising. "The roof has a hot tub and I have a bottle of Bordeaux that cost more than this party."
Drew grinned. "Say less."
Cameron bit her lip, then smiled. "I've never had Bordeaux."
"You've never had a lot of things," Drew whispered with a teasing smirk, and then took her hand.
Alexander's glass hit the table, empty. He rose, one smooth motion. No words.
Alexander extended his arm toward the stairs. The two women slipped in, one on each side, flanking the lion in the suit like angels with a taste for fire.
Alexander led Drew and Cameron up the stairs to his penthouse, the city lights of New York City twinkling below like a sea of diamonds.
He pushed open the door to the roof, revealing a luxurious hot tub nestled among lush greenery and comfortable loungers. "The hot tub is right here. I'll get the Bordeaux ready," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down their spines.
He returned a few moments later, three glasses balanced expertly in one hand and a bottle of Bordeaux in the other.
As he approached, he saw Drew and Cameron already in the hot tub, their naked bodies glistening under the soft moonlight.
They were kissing, their lips locked in a passionate embrace, their hands exploring each other's curves. They broke apart briefly to smile at him, then resumed their kiss, putting on a show just for him.
Alexander set two of the glasses down on the edge of the tub, pouring the deep red wine into the third glass he held. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving the sight before him.
He began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, enjoying the anticipation building in the air. He removed his suit jacket, then his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso that left both women breathless.
His pants followed, leaving him in just his underwear, a smug smile playing on his lips as he saw their eyes widen in appreciation.
He stepped into the hot tub, the water warm and inviting. He moved close to them, his presence commanding and dominant. "You two are a sight to behold," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Drew, ever the wild one, grinned and pulled him closer, her hands roaming his body. "And you're not so bad yourself, Alexander," she purred.
Cameron, a bit more shy, blushed but leaned in, her lips meeting his in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, a wet, sloppy exchange of saliva that left them both breathless.
Drew, not one to be left out, moved behind Alexander, her hands exploring his body as she kissed his neck, her teeth nipping gently at his skin. "Mmm, i wanna suck your cock," she whispered, her voice a low purr.
Drew slid down Alexander's body, her tongue tracing a hot, wet path down his chiseled chest and ripped abs. She paused at his navel, her breath hot on his skin, before continuing her descent.
She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye, as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them down.
His thick, hard cock sprang free, already glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice a sultry drawl. "Aren't you a big boy?"
She took him in her hand, stroking him slowly from base to tip, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive frenulum beneath his glans, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.
She then took him fully in her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his impressive girth. She bobbed her head, taking him deep, her gag reflex nonexistent as she deep-throated him, her eyes watering slightly with the effort.
She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and grinned up at him. "You taste so fucking good," she whispered, before taking him back into her mouth, this time focusing on his balls, sucking and licking them, one at a time, her hand still stroking his shaft, her eyes never leaving his.
Cameron, watching Drew's enthusiastic performance, felt a surge of boldness. She moved in, her hands joining Drew's, stroking and exploring Alexander's cock and balls.
She leaned in, her tongue joining Drew's, the two of them licking and sucking his balls, their heads bobbing as they took turns deep-throating him.
Drew pulled back, a wicked grin on her face as she looked up at Alexander, his cock glistening with their combined saliva.
She motioned for Cameron to join her, the two of them moving to either side of his shaft, their lips meeting at the base of his cock, their tongues licking and exploring, tasting each other as they pleasured him.
Alexander groaned, his hands tangling in their hair as he held them close, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked their mouths. "That's it, you dirty girls," he growled. "Take it all. I want to feel both your tongues on my balls at the same time."
Drew and Cameron complied, their tongues meeting at the base of his balls, licking and sucking in unison, their hands stroking his shaft in tandem.
They pulled back, their breaths ragged, their eyes locked onto his as they grinned wickedly. "You like that, don't you?" Drew whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "You like having both of our mouths on you at the same time."
Cameron nodded in agreement, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with lust. "It's so fucking hot," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've never done anything like this before." Drew grinned, her eyes never leaving Alexander's. "Well, there's a first time for everything," she said, before taking his cock back into her mouth, her head bobbing as she deep-throated him once again.
Cameron followed suit, her lips meeting Drew's at the base of his shaft, their tongues licking and exploring, tasting each other as they pleasured him.
Alexander's hips began to move in earnest, his cock sliding in and out of their mouths as they took turns deep-throating him, their hands stroking and exploring his balls, his ass, his thighs. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm close," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "I'm so fucking close."
Drew and Cameron redoubled their efforts, their heads bobbing in unison, taking turns, their hands stroking and squeezing, their tongues licking and sucking, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. He could feel the pressure building, his body tensing, his muscles coiling like a spring.
And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled their mouths with his hot, salty seed. They took it all, their cheeks hollowing as they sucked and swallowed, their eyes locked onto his, a look of pure, unadulterated lust and satisfaction on their faces.
Drew pulled back, a wicked grin on her face as she looked up at Alexander, his cock glistening with their combined saliva, while they were sullied in his jiss.
Drew leaned back, a mischievous and wicked grin spreading across her face as she looked up at Alexander. His cock, still glistening with the mix of their salivas, stood proud and firm, coated in the evidence of his recent release. They were both sullied in his jiss, their faces and chins gleaming with the remnants of his passion. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the taste of him lingered on their tongues.
Alexander watched, captivated, as Drew slowly pulled his cum from her mouth, a wicked glint in her eye. She held his gaze, unblinking, as she transferred his seed to Cameron's eager mouth. Cameron, equally entranced, took it all in, his eyes never leaving Drew's. Then, with a playful smirk, Drew leaned in and kissed Cameron, their mouths opening and tongues dancing as they shared Alexander's cum, recycling it between them like a secret, intimate ritual.
They cleaned themselves like cum-hungry cats, licking and sucking every last drop from each other's faces and chins. Drew's tongue swirled and teased, ensuring no trace was left behind, while Cameron mirrored her actions, their combined efforts leaving them both breathless and wanting more. Alexander, hard again almost instantly, watched the erotic display with a growing hunger, his cock throbbing with renewed desire. The sight of them, so uninhibited and eager, pushed him to the brink once more, ready for another round of their twisted, pleasurable game.
"Out of the tub," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Alexander led them to a nearby lounger, a large, comfortable chaise that was perfect for what he had in mind. He lay down, pulling them on top of him, their bodies pressing against his as they kissed and touched, their desire for each other palpable. Drew straddled his face, her wet pussy hovering over his mouth as she leaned down to kiss Cameron, who was straddling his chest, her breasts pressing against his as she ground against his hard cock.
Alexander's tongue snaked out, licking Drew's pussy, tasting her sweet nectar as he sucked and licked, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his face. He could feel Cameron grinding against him, her wet pussy leaving a trail of desire on his chest as she moved, her moans of pleasure music to his ears.
He flipped them both over, so that now Cameron was straddling his face, and Drew was riding his cock, her wild ride causing her tits to bounce up and down. He grabbed Drew's hips and pulled her down onto him, his cock filling her completely as he began to move, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts. He could feel Cameron grinding against his face, her pussy wet and ready as he licked and sucked, his tongue flicking against her clit, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure.
The three of them moved together, their bodies a tangle of limbs and desire, their moans and groans filling the air as they chased their release. Alexander could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he pounded into Drew, his tongue working Cameron's clit, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled Drew with his hot seed. Cameron cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her juices flowing onto his face as she rode out her orgasm. Drew collapsed on top of him, her body spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she recovered from the intensity of their encounter.
The three of them lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal as they came down from their high. Alexander pulled them close, his arms wrapping around them protectively as they cuddled, their bodies still damp with sweat and water from the hot tub.
"That was fucking incredible." Drew and Cameron murmured , their bodies still trembling with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company, their bodies entwined, their souls connected in a way that only raw, unadulterated passion could achieve.