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Kelsey had been working for the same music magazine for almost five
years as a journalist, but she had done more secretarial work than
journalistic work in that five years. The editor seemed to think
that
women didn't have any idea how to write about musicians, especially
rock musicians so he sent the male journalists out on all the good
assignments. Writers that had been with the magazine for a year or
two were being sent to interview bands like Led Zeppelin and the
Rolling Stones while she filed and typed.

When she had gone to her editor and asked to be assigned to interview
one of the big groups, she was always told that someone else had
already been given the assignment because of his expertise in the
band. She had been told that if she didn't like it, she could always
go and look for a job at another magazine.

One day her editor called her into her office and she was sure she
was
going to get yelled at for something. She rarely if ever did
anything
to deserve the tirades and lectures she received, but that never
stopped her from getting them.

"You wanted to see me sir," she said opening the door to the editor's
office.

"Come on in. What do you know about the band KISS?" he asked as she
sat down. Her heart stopped. KISS was one of her favorite bands,
though she was pretty sure that no one at the magazine knew it. KISS
was not a band that was too well liked by the magazine because of
their appearance and their music. Sex, and other controversial
topics
were the subjects of many of their songs and their make-up and
reputation, while it made them popular with teenagers, didn't make
them popular with the establishment.

"I know they're a rock band who wear make-up and play loud," she
said.
Her heart was beating wildly. Would she actually get to do an
interview?

"Well, we're doing a feature on bass guitar players next month and we
need someone to interview their bassist, Gene Simmons," he said.
Kelsey felt the corners of her mouth threaten to curve into a smile
and quickly schooled her expression.

"Who are you sending?" she asked innocently.

"We want to send you," he said giving her a benevolent smile. She
wanted to smack him for his patronizing attitude but she also wanted
to thank him! Here was her chance to interview someone famous and it
was someone she really liked.

"Me? Thank you sir. When is the interview?" she asked.

"Here's his number and a little information about him. Read it over.
Most of it is information that has appeared in most magazines so I
want to make sure we get a fresh new perspective of him," he said.
Kelsey didn't miss the fact that he rolled his eyes. Obviously he
thought he was dumping an undesirable assignment on her. If he only
knew she thought with a mental smile. "Call him and set up the
interview. The band is finishing touring for their new album,
'Destruction'," he said. Kelsey bit her tongue to keep herself from
correcting him. 'Destroyer' you idiot, she thought to herself.

"Thank you sir," she said taking the file and glancing through it.
"I
won't let you down," she said.

"Good," he said and then picked up his phone, dismissing her without
a
thank you or even a handshake. Kelsey took the file back to her desk
and began going over it.

Gene Simmons, born Chaim Witz, was born in 1949 in Haifa, Israel. He
moved to America with his mother when he was 9, changed his name to
Gene Klein and lived in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York. He had
played with several bands, including Wicked Lester, before forming
KISS with band mate and singer Paul Stanley. He was called The Demon
because of his make-up and stage personality.

Kelsey continued to read over the material contained in the file and
found most of it to be superficial and standard. She wanted to do an
in-depth article about the real Gene Simmons. What was it that made
him tick and what was it about him that drove women crazy?

She began writing out the questions she was going to ask, giggling to
herself about some of the questions she'd like to ask, but knew she
never would. Questions about the length of his tongue or his
seemingly endless sexual hunger. It was said that he could seduce
any
woman. He was quoted as saying 'I fuck anything that moves and if it
doesn't move, we work something out'. She picked up her phone and
dialed the number and was surprised when a man answered the phone.

"May I speak with Gene Simmons please?" she asked using her seductive
phone voice.

"Can I ask who's calling?" asked the person on the other end.

"This is Kelsey O'Connell from Hard Rock Magazine calling to set up
an
interview," she said.

"This is Gene," he said. Suddenly Kelsey was flustered. She didn't
think he'd answer his own phone. "They told me someone would be
calling, but they didn't tell me it would be a woman," he said.

"Is that bad?" she asked, wondering if he would rather be interviewed
by a man.

"No, that's good," he said. She could hear the smile in his voice.
"When would you like to meet for the interview?" he asked.

"Whenever is most convenient for you. I know you're just finishing
up
with the 'Destroyer' tour this week and I imagine you're pretty
exhausted," she said.

"Actually, we'll be getting ready to go back into the studio soon so
I
don't have time to rest. How about tomorrow?" he asked. Kelsey
smiled.

"Tomorrow is fine. What time works best for you?" she asked.

"Late afternoon. I like to sleep late. Say, around 2:00," he said
with a laugh.

"Not a problem. Where would you like to meet? Do you want to meet
here?" she asked.

"I'd prefer to meet somewhere a bit more private. It's easier to
talk
if there aren't any interruptions," he said. There was something in
the tone of his voice that told Kelsey he was thinking about more
than
just the interview. "Would you like to meet at my house?" he asked.

"Sure, that's fine. I'll need the address," she said. He gave her
the Beverly Hills address, she thanked him and then hung up. She
looked down at one of the magazines in the file with a group picture
on it and studied his face.

It was impossible to tell what he really looked like without his
make-up and, as far as she knew, he and his fellow band mates, Ace,
Paul and Peter were never seen in public without make-up. She could
probably find an old picture from his Wicked Lester days, but she
kind
of liked the mysteriousness of his stage persona.

The next morning she made sure she had her pen, pad of paper and her
small tape recorder and then set to finding an appropriate outfit to
wear for the interview. She smiled and decided on the short leather
skirt, tight, low-cut shirt and high heels. She checked her image in
the mirror and smiled.

"Knock 'em dead," she told her reflection.

The house she pulled up in front of in Beverly Hills was nice but it
certainly didn't fit in with Gene's Demon character. She walked up
the front steps and knocked on the door and waited. A moment later
the door opened and she looked up at the man that answered the door.
He had long black hair, brown eyes and stood over 6' tall.

"Kelsey?" he asked. She nodded and held out her magazine ID card.
He
smiled and motioned for her to come in. Kelsey looked around for a
moment, amazed at how...normal the house was. She followed the man
into the living room and sat down where he indicated she should.
"Can
I get you something to drink?" he asked.

"Water is fine," she said. He smiled and left the room and Kelsey
figured the man would go and get Gene so she could start the
interview. A moment later, he came back with a glass of water and
handed it to her. He then sat down on the couch next to her and
Kelsey tried not to seem surprised. When she hesitated he laughed.

"You're waiting for Gene, aren't you?" he asked. Kelsey nodded and
he
laughed again. "You got him," he said. Kelsey's jaw dropped for a
moment. This was Gene Simmons without make-up, the Gene Simmons few
outsiders EVER saw. "You seem surprised," he said, his eyes
sparkling
with amusement.

"I am," she said.

"As long as you don't have a camera, I didn't think it would be
necessary to dress up. I wasn't sure if you were bringing a
cameraman," he said.

"Nope, just me," she said.

"Good," he replied. "I must say I was surprised when I was told that
Hard Rock Magazine wanted to do an interview with me," he said. "I
didn't think we were their type of band."

"Well, they're featuring the country's top bassists and that includes
you," she said.

"That's why they sent you, isn't it?" he said. Kelsey looked at him
for a moment. There wasn't much that got past this one.

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

"I don't miss the fact that all the articles in Hard Rock are written
by men. No one wanted to do it, right?" he said.

"I'm not sure to be quite honest. My editor told me I was being
assigned this interview," she said.

"Did you do something wrong?" he asked with a laugh. Kelsey couldn't
help but laugh too.

"I must have. But if I did, I'm glad I did because I've been KISS
fan
since your first album," she said.

"Really?" he asked.

"You seem surprised," she said.

"Well, let's just say that we don't have many fans in the
'establishment'," he said.

"I don't consider myself part of the establishment," she said.
"That's probably why this is my first interview," she said.

"You'll do fine. I don't bite, unless you want me to," he said with
a
wicked smile. Kelsey felt her face flush and quickly pulled her
notebook from her bag so she could begin the interview. She didn't
want to waste his time.

"Are you in a hurry to get done?" he asked.

"No, I just don't want to waste your time," she said.

"You aren't. Take your time," he said. She smiled and turned on the
tape recorder and began reading off the questions she had written.
She asked him about why he chose bass and about his Demon personality
and then she asked questions about what he wanted to do with the band
in the future.

"If you could do anything you wanted and money was no object, what
would it be?" she asked.

"I'm already doing it. I love getting up on stage and playing to
thousands of screaming fans. It's an adrenaline rush, not to mention
an aphrodisiac. That and you can't beat the hours," he said with a
laugh.

"I bet," she said still trying to get a glimpse of the legendary
tongue.

"Why don't you ask me the questions you REALLY want to ask me?" he
asked. Kelsey's face flushed again. She had actually written some
of
them down.

"Can I see your tongue?" she asked. He laughed and she felt
momentarily stupid.

"I knew you would," he said.

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me," she said apologetically.

"No, it wasn't. Don't be sorry, it's my trademark," he said. A
second later he was wiggling his tongue around just for her. She
tried to act nonchalant about it but couldn't help but stare.

"How long is it?" she asked.

"Long enough to make you my new best friend," he said. Kelsey's eyes
widened and then she felt herself growing warm at the thought of what
a tongue that long and that talented could do. He smiled at her
making her grow even warmer.

"Rumor has it you like women...a lot," she said never taking her eyes
off his.

"I love women. What's not to love?" he asked. "They're soft, wet,
tasty and they smell nice," he said. Kelsey smiled.

"You call yourself The Demon and yet women throw themselves at you.
Why do you think they do it?" she asked.

"Deep down in every woman's heart, she wants a bad boy, someone who
will take charge or just take her. That's where I come in," he said
with a smile.

"Every woman?" she asked.

"Of course. Especially the straight-laced ones," he said.

"Why? What do you think attracts them to you?" she asked.

"I am their rebellious side. I am their way of saying 'fuck you' to
the world without them actually having to say it. I'm their deepest,
darkest fantasy," he said.

"And what's your idea of the perfect woman?" she asked.

"The one that's with me at the time," he said with a laugh. Kelsey
was amazed. He certainly wasn't shy about his sexual views. "Any
man
will tell you that there is no such thing as a perfect woman, but
every woman has something desirable about her. I don't like women
with no meat on their bones because I don't like fucking a skeleton.
She has to have nice boobs and a nice ass. A pretty face is just an
added bonus. I do prefer a woman with a few brains in her head
though," he said.

"I see," she said. "So you've slept with a lot of women?" she asked.

"I'm a slut," he said. Kelsey laughed having never heard a man use
that word to describe himself.

"So it isn't hard to seduce you," she said. She could feel him
leaning closer to her.

"Not at all. A short skirt or a tight shirt will give me a hard on
if
I think she wants me," he said. Kelsey swallowed and then cleared
her
throat. She was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on the
interview.

"Have you ever met a woman who didn't want you?" she asked trying not
to look down into his lap. Could she be that obvious?

"Not so far," he said giving her another smile. His voice was lower
and softer and had taken on a seductive tone that Kelsey found quite
intoxicating.

"What's your idea of a perfect date?" she asked.

"I don't know. It all depends on the woman. I want to do what she
wants to do. I like to make her feel special and that has nothing to
do with sex," he said. "What's YOUR idea of a perfect date?" he
asked. Kelsey was caught off guard by the question, having not been
prepared to answer any of her own. She thought for a moment.

"I would have to say a nice quiet dinner at home, a long walk on the
beach or sitting at home watching a movie. Pretty boring huh?" she
asked wondering what he thought of her 'perfect' date.

"Not boring at all. I actually prefer those dates to going out
because you can actually talk. There are no interruptions. There's
no need to put on a show for the public. You can be yourself and
that's great. Besides, having sex on the beach is one of the most
erotic things I can think of, but you have to watch where you get
sand," he said. Kelsey burst out laughing and she pictured rolling
around in the surf naked with Gene and her laughter died. She
cleared
her throat.

"Perfect," she said. She shut off her tape recorder and began
packing
her things up. She wished she could make an excuse to stay longer,
but she couldn't think of one and her editor would be looking for
her.
She thanked him for taking the time to do the interview.

"Would you like to join me for dinner and a walk on the beach?" he
asked. Kelsey was shocked by his invitation but she certainly wasn't
going to turn it down.

"I would love to," she said. He smiled.

"Good. Let me grab a jacket and we can go," he said. He ran up the
steps and a moment later reappeared with a jacket slung over his arm.
"Let's go," he said.

Part 2

They climbed into his car and headed out toward Santa Monica. He
asked her about her job and she began telling him a little bit about
it. She tried to stay positive about it, but it was difficult.

"So how long have you been a writer with the magazine?" he asked.

"A little over five years," she said.

"Five years and this was your first interview?" he asked
incredulously. "Where did they have you hidden?" he asked.

"I mainly do filing and secretarial work. Many times the other
writers will bring me their stories so I can proof read them and type
them up for the editor," she said.

"So they did send you because no one else wanted to do it. I'm glad
they did," he said. Kelsey smiled. So was she. Not only did she
get
a chance to interview one of her favorite musicians but she was now
going out on a date with him.

"So am I. I just wish my editor would give me a little respect. He
treats me like I'm stupid and has no confidence in my ability," she
said.

"Why don't you go to another magazine?" he asked.

"Because Hard Rock really is the best," she said with a sigh.
"Besides, I've tried".

They stopped at a small restaurant near the beach and they sat down
for a quick dinner. Kelsey asked him about what it was like on tour
and he told her about the different problems and funny stories about
his experiences on the road.

When they finished eating they drove farther up the coast to a dark,
secluded beach. The sun had set already and only a dark red streak
across the horizon was left. They got out of the car and walked down
to the beach. Kelsey had removed her shoes so she could walk in the
sand. She continued to tell Gene about her frustrations with her job
as they walked in the dark. He put his arm around her shoulders and
she stopped for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I'm probably a downer, aren't I? All I've done is
complain when I should be thankful since the magazine did give me the
chance to meet you," she said. She looked up at him and he was
looking down at her smiling.

"You're not a downer. Everyone needs to vent sometimes," he said.
He
pulled her against him and Kelsey could feel the heat from his body
through his clothes. "Are you cold?" he asked.

"Not really," she said wrapping her arms around his waist. "Why?"
she
asked.

"Because you're shivering," he said rubbing his hands up and down her
back. Kelsey felt herself growing warm now that her body was pressed
up against his. Even though they were outside and there was a nice
breeze blowing off the ocean, Kelsey found it hard to breathe. She
looked up at him, unable to respond now. Her body was warm all over
and she was pretty sure he knew what she was thinking. He leaned
down
and put his hand on the side of her face and softly traced her lips
with his tongue.

Kelsey's body tingled all over. She forgot that she was cold or
nervous and concentrated on Gene's hands and tongue. He teased her
lips and she couldn't help but moan softly. She began teasing his
tongue with her own tongue and he suddenly pulled her even tighter
against him. She could now easily feel his arousal.

She ran her hands down his back to his butt and pulled him against
her
and smiled when he groaned. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and
she began sucking on it. She ran her hands through his hair and felt
him starting to pull up her skirt. When he had it pulled up all the
way he ran his hands across her butt and she felt him smile against
her lips.

"You came prepared," he said with another smile.

"Panties just get in the way," she said kissing him.

"My thoughts exactly," he said. His lips devoured hers and suddenly
she felt his finger between her legs. She spread them so he could
slide his finger inside and she moaned. She desperately wanted it to
be something else but wasn't sure if the beach was such a good idea.
Not just the sand but the police patrolled the beaches at night for
people doing exactly what they were doing. "Why don't we go
somewhere
a little more comfortable," he said reading her thoughts.

"Sounds good to me," she said in between kisses. He pulled away from
her and slowly pulled her skirt back down. Taking her hand in his
they walked back to the car. She wondered if they would do it in the
car but didn't really care at this point. She just wanted to have
her
hands on Gene.

He opened her door for her and she climbed in. Once he got in he
started the car. Kelsey leaned over and put her hand on his thigh as
they pulled away from the beach. He turned to look at her and she
could see the desire in his dark eyes. She slid her hand up to the
bulge in his pants and began massaging him. He moaned and tried
desperately to pay attention to his driving.

"Do you want me to stop so you can drive?" she asked.

"No," he said. "I want you to tease me until I can't stand it
anymore," he said. "Hopefully we'll make it back to my house and I
don't have to pull over and take you right here."

Kelsey continued to stroke him and tease him. She kissed his neck
and
ran her hands over his chest and up his legs. At a stoplight she
pulled up her shirt and he turned to look at her. He reached out to
touch her breast and the car behind him honked to tell him the light
had turned green. He growled and turned his attention back to the
road although Kelsey didn't put her shirt down. She pulled her skirt
up and Gene put his hand between her legs and began to stroke her.

She didn't think she'd be able to wait until they got back to his
place. She wanted him so badly that her body was aching.

"Pull over," she said. He smiled and turned down a dark street and
shut the car off. Kelsey unfastened Gene's pants and straddled him,
being careful not to sit on the horn.

It was a tight squeeze between the steering wheel and Gene so he
leaned down and moved the seat back. Once she was in position, she
slid his cock inside her, gasping at the intensity of the sensation.
He lightly ran his fingers over her nipples before taking one of her
breasts into his mouth and sucking on it. He thrust up and Kelsey
cried out and at the same time hit her head on the roof of the car.

"Ouch!" she said.

"You okay?" he asked continuing to thrust but not as hard.

"Yeah. There's not much head room in this car," she said.

"Then let's wait until we get back to my place. It's not far," he
said. Kelsey didn't want him to stop what he was doing, but she
really wanted to get back to his place so they could continue. She
slowly pulled it out and then climbed off of him and sat back in her
seat.

Gene carefully fastened his pants and started the car. They made
record time getting back to his house and they hurried into the
house.
Once inside he pulled her to him and began kissing her lips, neck
and
throat. He pulled her shirt off and then pulled her skirt off so she
was completely naked except for the stockings and garters she wore.

"I think more women should dress like this," he said looking her up
and down approvingly. Kelsey posed for him for a moment and then
laughed.

"Now it's your turn to take something off," she said.

"Why don't you help me," he said with a smile. Kelsey slowly pulled
off his shirt and then reached for his belt and unfastened it. Now
that they were alone and in his home she was nervous again. It was
obvious Gene had had many lovers and she wondered how she compared to
them.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked. He kissed her.

"Sure," he said.

"How many women have you been with?" she asked, her hand poised on
his
zipper.

"Enough to know you can't compare them with each other," he said
looking at her. "Each woman is different," he said.

Kelsey was surprised. He had read her mind again. She looked down,
momentarily embarrassed and was surprised when he lifted her chin up
to look at him.

"Every woman is special in her own way. Don't compare yourself to
any
of the other women I've been with. I won't," he said with a smile.
Kelsey smiled and then unzipped his jeans slowly bringing them both
back to why they were there. Once they were both naked he took her
hand and led her up the stairs to his bedroom. The bed was HUGE,
certainly big enough for five people.

He picked her up and laid her on the bed and then walked over and
flipped a switch turning on the gas fireplace. The light from the
fire cast irregular shadows across his face and Kelsey could easily
see the Demon, even without the make-up.

"So did you get the answers to all your questions?" he asked as he
climbed on top of her. He ran his tongue up her body and she felt
her
body starting to tingle again.

"Almost all of them," she said running her fingers through his hair.

"Which one didn't I answer?" he asked sucking on her nipple.

"Are you as good as you say you are?" she asked. He stopped and
looked up at her, a wicked smile slowly spreading across his face.

"I'll let you be the judge," he said as he slipped inside her. She
moaned and wrapped her legs around him. "So good so far. Is it
alright?" he asked with a smile.

"For a moment there I thought I was in bed with Paul," she said with
a
laugh. He smiled a truly wicked smiled and leaned in really close.

"I guess I'll just have to show you who you're in bed with," he said.

"Show me that tongue again," she said.

Gene stuck his tongue out and began caressing her lips with it and
then held her arms above her head. He pulled out and when she tried
to reach for his tongue with her lips he stayed just out of her
reach.
He wiggled his tongue at her and she tried again but he held her
down.

"Is this what you want?" he asked. She nodded her head and tried
again but he stayed just out of her reach. "You see, Paul is a lot
nicer than I am and he probably would have given in by now. But I'm
not Paul," he said.

Kelsey was ready to beg, but she didn't want to. She figured Gene
had
probably been begged by hundreds of women and she was determined NOT
to beg. He lightly caressed her with his tongue and Kelsey felt her
willpower melting away. She wanted him so badly, but she didn't want
to beg. She wanted to play hard to get…well, as hard to get as
she
could, seeing as how she was in bed, naked with him already.

She could see the hunger in his eyes and knew he wanted her. Would
she be able to hold out until he gave in? He ran his tongue down
between her breasts and she moaned. Wouldn't it just be easier to
beg? She was battling with herself internally. She really wanted
Gene, but she didn't want to beg. How many women had made HIM beg?

"Are you the strong silent type?" he asked flicking his tongue over
her nipples. She fixed her eyes on his and smiled.

"Maybe," she said. He smiled and let go of her hands. That was what
she had been waiting for. She got up off the bed and ran out of the
room. She wasn't expecting to hear Gene so close behind her. She
laughed and ran down the steps hoping she would trip and fall. She
ran, not knowing where she was going and ended up in a small dark
room.

"You're trapped now," he said. She looked around and realized she
was
in a room with a hot tub. She backed into the room and he turned on
a
set of lights in the hot tub and then turned on the water jets. She
backed up to the hot tub and down the steps until she was in the hot
bubbling water. Gene followed her down until they were both in the
water. "Why did you run away?" he asked caressing her shoulder.
Kelsey felt a shiver run down her spine despite the hot water.

"You didn't think I was going to make it easy for you, did you?" she
asked with a sly smile.

"I see. You're making me earn it?" he asked.

"You could say that," she said.

"You mean the interview wasn't enough?" he asked, a sad, puppy-dog
look on his face. Kelsey couldn't help but laugh at the expression
on
his face.

"The interview wasn't for me. That was for the magazine," she said.

"But this is for you," he said stroking his cock. Kelsey smiled and
stepped closer. She took his hands and put them on her breasts and
then took his cock in her hands and began to stroke it. Gene leaned
his head back and moaned. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled
him against her. The feeling of his wet skin against her own wet
skin
was enough to drive her wild. Gene sat down and Kelsey straddled
him.
She felt the head of his cock and he slowly slid it in.

"There's more head room here," she said with a laugh. He smiled and
nibbled on her throat as he began to thrust deeply into her.

Kelsey could understand why women wanted him the way they did. Gene
seemed to know exactly where to touch her to make her go crazy. His
hands found her most sensitive spots and caressed them as he
continued
to fuck her. She began moaning louder and louder until she was
screaming his name.

When she finally came she was exhausted. Moments after she came, he
came, gripping her hips and forcing himself as deep inside her as he
could.

Kelsey rested her head on his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged
gasps. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. After a
while the jets turned off and Gene carefully picked her up and
carried
her out of the hot tub. He set her down and grabbed a robe for her
to
wear and wrapped a towel around his waist. After she put the robe on
he picked her back up and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.
He carefully lay her down on the bed and pulled the blankets back
before removing the robe for her. He took his towel off and climbed
in next to her. She curled up against him and they both quickly fell
asleep.

"Hey Gene, whose car is that in your driveway?"

Kelsey snuggled down under the blankets and felt Gene pull her
tighter
against him.

"Gene? Are you up here?" asked the voice. Kelsey recognized the
voice, but she couldn't tell who it was. The bedroom door opened and
someone walked in. "Gene…oh, sorry man. I didn't realize you
were
still sleeping," he said. Kelsey looked up to see someone standing
in
the doorway. She guessed it had to be Paul Stanley by the voice and
hair.

"We were going to be getting up soon anyway," said Gene kissing her
shoulder.

"I'll be downstairs," said Paul walking out and shutting the door.
Kelsey rolled over and looked at Gene.

"What time is it?" she asked rubbing her eyes. He leaned over and
looked at the clock.

"It's 1:30," he said. Kelsey sat up, panicking.

"What? How could it be that late??" she asked getting out of bed.
"My boss is gonna kill me," she said looking for her clothes. Gene
got out of bed.

"We were up pretty late. You want me to call him and talk to him?"
asked Gene.

"No. I'll just tell him I had car trouble or something," she said
still searching for her clothes. "Where are my clothes?" she asked.

"Probably still downstairs. I'll go get them," he said with a smile.
He put on some shorts and left the room. A few minutes later he
came
back carrying her clothes. "Would you like a different shirt to put
on?" he asked handing her clothes to her.

"Um, yes. Thank you," she said. He went to his closet and pulled
out
a black button-down shirt and handed it to her. She quickly put it
on
and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled a comb out of her
purse and tried to make herself look presentable. "Thank you for the
interview and a wonderful evening," she said smiling. He pulled her
to him and kissed her.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I had a great time too," he said.
He
walked her to the front door and then she hurried off to her car.

Kelsey broke the land speed record getting to the office and tried to
walk in inconspicuously. It didn't work.

"Where the HELL have you been?" demanded her editor.

"I overslept," she said, deciding not to lie.

"I can see that! Did you get the interview?" he asked. It was
obvious to Kelsey by the tone of his voice that he assumed that she
didn't.

"Yes. I just have to type it up," she said.

"Well hurry up! We have deadlines here," he said and stormed back
into his office. She sat down at her desk and turned on the tape
player and began to type out the questions and answers Gene had given
her.

"So what was it like to interview Gene?" asked David, one of the
other
writers.

"It was a religious experience," she said with a smile. David's
eyebrows raised for a moment.

"Religious? How was it religious?" he asked.

"I spent the evening worshipping the God of Thunder," she said.

"Ookaaay," he said shaking his head and walking away. After about an
hour she heard some whispering and looked up to see Gene walking
toward her desk in full make-up. She smiled and felt her face flush
because everyone was watching her.

"Good afternoon," he said.

"Good afternoon Gene. What's up?" she asked.

"Well, you forgot your shirt at my house, and I wanted to give it
back
to you, but I thought I'd wait until there wasn't anyone else
around,"
he said in a whisper. "I also wanted to give you these," he said
handing her an envelope. She opened it and smiled. "There's two
tickets and two backstage passes for tonight's show. Bring a friend
and then we can go out afterwards," he said loud enough for everyone
listening in to hear.

"Okay. Thanks!" she said getting up. "I'll see you tonight," she
said. He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately before
turning
and walking out. He turned to glare at her editor as he walked past
him. Kelsey wiped the black lipstick off her lips and smiled as he
turned to wave before walking out the door.

"Worshipping the God of Thunder?" asked David suddenly next to her.
She smiled and sat back down at her desk.

"Let them wonder," she thought to herself. She was excited because
not only would she see the concert tonight, but she would get to go
backstage. Kelsey picked up the phone and called her friend Shannon.

"Shannon, how would you like to go see KISS tonight and go
backstage?"
she asked.

The End
Part 3
"Let them wonder," she thought to herself. She was excited because not only would she see the concert tonight, but she would get to go backstage. Kelsey picked up the phone and called her friend Shannon.
"Shannon, how would you like to go see KISS tonight and go backstage?" she asked.
"Stop playing with me. You know how much I want to go to that concert and see Paul, but it's sold out," she said.
"And what if I told you I had tickets and backstage passes?" said Kelsey.
"I'd ask who you had to blow to get them," she said. Kelsey began to laugh.
"No one, but we are special guests tonight…unless you don't want to go," said Kelsey teasingly.
"Girl, I am so there! What time are you picking me up?" she asked.
"Meet me at my house. The limo will be there at 7:00," she said.
"Limo? How on earth did you manage this?" she asked.
"I have friends," said Kelsey.
"Yeah, well I wanna meet these friends," said Shannon.
"I think that can be arranged. Listen, I have to go but I'll see you at my house by 7:00," said Kelsey. She hung up the phone and got back to work on her story.
Her editor came over to her later in the day and watched as she typed. She wondered what he was thinking and decided that she didn't care. He probably wouldn't like her story either since some of the material was certainly controversial. Hard Rock Magazine didn't make a habit out of talking about someone's sexual encounters, but her editor did say he wanted a fresh perspective on Gene Simmons and Kelsey knew she had never seen anything like this on him in any magazine.
She finished typing and took the copy to her editor and handed it to him. She went back to her desk and waited for the comments that were sure to come.
After about ten minutes, her editor came over to her desk.
"What is this shit?" he asked dropping the article on her desk.
"It's the interview you wanted me to do," she said. She decided she was not going to let her editor intimidate her anymore. "I wanted an interview on the bassist from KISS, not his sexual habits," he said leaning in and yelling.
"Well, if you took the time to meet him or even get to know him, you'd realize that this is who he is," she said pointing to the article.
"Oh, so you two are close now," he said.
"Yes," she said with a smile.
"Well I don't see KISS staying around very long. Their gimmicks won't keep them popular when the tastes in music change," he said.
"Are you going to print my interview?" she asked bringing the subject back to her interview.
"No. I'll send someone else over to do an interview," he said and walked away. Kelsey tried to stay angry but she couldn't. She felt the tears stinging her eyes and just wanted to get out of there. She grabbed her purse and left for the day. It wasn't quite 5:00 yet but she didn't care. She didn't care if she got fired. She wasn't going to be treated like that anymore and if it meant quitting her job and getting a job somewhere other than a magazine and doing something other than writing, then that's what she'd do!
Shannon arrived at her house at 6:00 and they had something to eat while they waited for the limo. Kelsey didn't tell Shannon that she had interviewed Gene or what her editor had said about the article. She didn't want to think about it right now. She was going to a KISS concert and going backstage and she would see Gene again. Nothing else mattered right now. The limo arrived and they climbed in and headed to the show.
"Who gave you the tickets?" Shannon asked.
"Someone got them for me through the magazine," she said. It wasn't entirely a lie. It was because of her job at the magazine that she got the tickets.
When they arrived at the show, they were escorted to their seats in the front row right in the center of the stage.
"We're close enough that Paul can sweat on us and Gene can spit blood on us!" said Shannon.
"This is gonna be so cool! A sold out show and we have front row center seats!" said Kelsey. She was so excited. She had wanted to go to one of the concerts when they had come through California before, but she was never able to get tickets. Now she had an 'in' with the band. She laughed to herself.
"What's so funny?" asked Shannon noticing the smile on Kelsey's face.
"I'm just excited about the show! We FINALLY get to see KISS in concert! Live and loud!" she said.
"You better thank whoever gave you those tickets. Give them whatever they want. Hell, I'LL give them whatever they want," she said. Kelsey laughed again.
The concert started and Kelsey and Shannon sang every song as loud as they could. Gene looked down at Kelsey and stuck his tongue out at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed. Kelsey wondered if Shannon would notice that Gene seemed to be spending a lot of time in the center of the stage and making lots of eye contact with her, but then she realized that Shannon's attention was focused on Paul. Nothing existed except the music and Paul. Kelsey could tell Shannon was in heaven and wondered if she would faint when she met Paul.
 

Part 4

When the final encore was over Kelsey and Shannon showed their backstage
passes to the security guards and they were taken back to the dressing room
area. They were led past groups of waiting fans to the actual dressing room.

"Wait here. It might be a few minutes," said the security guard. Kelsey
thanked him and Shannon began looking around the room looking in things.

"You know if you get caught you'll get thrown out and you'll never meet
Paul," said Kelsey. Shannon stopped for a moment.

"I know, but I'm curious about their off-stage personalities. Aren't you?"
she asked as she continued to poke around in the dressing room.

"Of course, but you're not going to find out much from what's here," she
said. Shannon finally contented herself with sitting in one of the make-up
chairs. After about a half an hour the door opened and Paul, Gene, Ace and
Peter walked in. Shannon stood up and stared, unable to speak. Kelsey
smiled as Gene came over to her and kissed her.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked.

"We loved it! Didn't we Shannon," she said. Kelsey looked over at her
friend who was staring at her in awe. "We had a great time. Thanks so much
for the tickets and the passes. This is my friend Shannon," she said
introducing her stunned friend. She leaned in close to Gene. "She's a big
fan of Paul," she said. He smiled.

"Well, I'm glad because I wouldn't want to have to divide my time between the
two of you," he said with a wicked smile. Gene leaned over to Paul and said
something while Kelsey talked to Ace. She had briefly met Paul when she left
Gene's house earlier that day and now she was getting a chance to talk to the
others.

"So what did you think of the show Shannon?" asked Paul. She finally found
her voice and smiled.

"It was fantastic! I hope you guys are gonna make another record soon," she
said moving closer to Paul.

"Of course. As a matter of fact, as soon as we're done with this tour, we'll
be going back into the studio," he said.

"Hey, are you moving in on my woman?" asked Gene putting his hand on Ace's
shoulder.

"I don't see your mark on her," he said. Gene lifted Kelsey's long hair and
pointed to a bite mark on her neck.

"You just didn't look hard enough," he said with a smile. Ace smiled and
gave Kelsey a kiss on the cheek.

"Maybe we can talk later," he said and walked away. Kelsey looked up at
Gene. He was certainly intimidating in the platforms and makeup.

"He'll never learn," said Gene with a laugh.

"You guys hungry?" asked Peter finally prying himself away from a woman who
had managed to get into the dressing room area. She was being led away by
security screaming something about how she WILL find him and he WILL love
her. He sighed and shook his head sadly. "Should we head to the party?" he
asked.

"Yeah. You guys wanna ride with us?" asked Paul. Of course, both Kelsey and
Shannon agreed right away. They followed the guys out to the limo and
everyone piled in.

"What did your editor think of your interview?" asked Gene as the limo pulled
away from the concert hall.

"He hated it," she said looking down at her hands.

"Why?" he asked.

"He said he wanted an article about you, not your sexual desires," she said,
anger clouding her mood.

"But my sexual desires ARE me," he said with a wicked smile. "He's not going
to print it?" he asked.

"No. He's going to be sending someone else to interview you," she said.

"Wait, you interviewed him?" asked Shannon pointing at Gene.

"Yeah, that's how we got the tickets and passes," said Kelsey with a smile.

"That is so great! You are so lucky Kelsey," she said.

"Hey, what about me?" asked Paul. "Would you rather have Gene?" he asked
playfully.

"No! Besides, I think Kelsey's got that 'bass' covered," she said laughing
at her own joke.

"What magazine do you work for?" asked Peter.

"I work for Hard Rock Magazine," she said.

"They suck! They won't print any articles about us or even acknowledge that
we exist," said Peter.

"You should have heard what my editor said about you guys," she said.

"What did he say?" asked Ace.

"He said KISS won't be around very long and that your gimmicks won't keep you
popular when the tastes in music change," she said.

"Hell, that's what the first reviewers said about us in '73 when we were
opening for other bands. Now look where we are," said Ace.

"We'll set him straight," said Gene. Kelsey saw the look on Gene's face and
wondered what he meant by that comment.

"You're not going to kill him are you?" she asked. Gene smiled an evil smile.

"No…not kill him," he said.

The limo came to a stop and the doors were opened. Gene got out and then
offered his hand to Kelsey and Paul did the same for Shannon. There was a
large tent set up and hundreds of people milling around.

"What's the party for?" asked Kelsey.

"It's our way of thanking our promoters, sponsors and staff," said Peter.

"It's basically an ass-kissing party," said Gene. Kelsey laughed.

"You don't sound thrilled about that," she said.

"I didn't kiss anyone's ass to get where I am today and I don't intend to
start kissing ass now," he said. Kelsey laughed. That was certainly one of
the things she found so attractive about Gene. He knew what he wanted and
he'd do anything but kiss someone's ass to get it. He didn't put on an act
to impress people. What you see is what you get.

"But he'll kiss something else if you ask nicely," said Ace as he walked past
Gene and Kelsey. Everyone laughed and walked into the party. There were
photographers there taking pictures so the guys posed for quite a few shots
before heading over to the food table.

"Hey, you guys should go over and introduce yourselves to the president of
Mercury records and his wife," said their manager. Gene rolled his eyes,
Paul sighed and Peter and Ace made gagging sounds as the manager walked away.
It was obvious that none of them wanted to talk to any executives, but it
was just as obvious that they knew they had to at least be polite if they
wanted to remain on Mercury's label.

"Would you ladies excuse us for a minute," said Gene. Kelsey watched the
four of them walk over and wait to be introduced to the president and his
wife. They towered over the elderly couple and Kelsey could tell Gene was
enjoying the fact that he was intimidating them.

"Are you enjoying the evening so far Shannon?" asked Kelsey.

"I can't believe this. I have been walking around a party with lots of rich,
influential people on Paul Stanley's arm. I have died and gone to heaven,"
she said.

"The night is still young," said Kelsey walking over to the food table again
to get some more of the fresh fruit. The large strawberries were delicious
and she wanted to make sure she got more before they were gone. She was
standing there, trying to find the biggest, nicest strawberries when she felt
someone walk up behind her.

"Why don't you bring some of those strawberries and follow me," he said.

From:   <LadyDemon99@a...>
Date: Fri Sep 1, 2000 6:57am
Subject: Fan Fic - Part 5
 

part 5

Kelsey turned around and smiled at Gene. She grabbed a handful of them and
followed Gene out one of the side doors of the tent. The tent was set up at
a house near a garden and Kelsey inhaled deeply of the sweet smell of
flowers. The moon was bright and made it easy to follow Gene away from the
noise and commotion in the tent. "I had to get away from those people," he
said.

"Me too," she said.

"Besides, I've been thinking about you all day," he said leaning in and
kissing her. "You taste like strawberries," he said with a smile.

"I wonder why," she said putting a strawberry in his mouth. He bit it in
half and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. "You
need to get rid of some of these clothes," she said poking at his costume.

"Why?" he asked taking another bite of the offered strawberry.

"Because it's hard," she said.

"Maybe it's not the clothes that are hard," he said pulling her even tighter
against him. Kelsey smiled.

"Oh really?" she said reaching down and stroking the crotch of his pants. "I
guess you're right," she said with a laugh. He growled and kissed her,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

"I've wanted you all day," he said. He took her hand and led her over to a
stone bench and sat her down. "Nice shirt," he said noticing she was still
wearing his shirt. "Am I ever gonna get it back?" he asked.

"You'll have to take it from me," she said with a sly smile.

"I don't think that's going to be difficult," he said unbuttoning the shirt.
Kelsey closed her eyes and leaned her head back, enjoying the sensation of
his hands unfastening each button. His fingers brushed her breast and she
felt herself growing wet.

"What if I run again?" she asked, her eyes still closed.

"I guess I'll just have to chase you again," he said as he pulled the shirt
off her shoulders. He then removed her bra and the shirt. He kissed her
shoulder and she reached down and unfastened his belt and removed it. The
spandex pants he was wearing had large cut-outs in the thighs and Kelsey ran
her hands across the bare skin on this thighs. He sighed and kissed her
again. "Are you wearing anything under that skirt?" he asked as he nibbled
on her ear.

"Same thing I was wearing yesterday," she said. He smiled and slid his hand
up her thigh and under her skirt.

"Good," he said. She straddled him and fed him another strawberry. He bit
it in half and then took the other half of the strawberry and rubbed its
juices on her nipples before putting it in his mouth and finishing it. Then
he leaned down and began to lick her nipples. "Mmmmmm," he said as he sucked
the strawberry juice off them.

"Be careful," she said.

"Did that hurt?" he asked looking up at her.

"No, but I'm gonna be wearing your makeup if you aren't careful," she said.
He smiled.

"I guess I'll just have to be careful," he said.

Kelsey moved long enough for Gene to pull his pants down and then straddled
him again moaning as she felt his cock slide in.

"What if we get caught?" she asked with a giggle.

"Someone will get a great show," he said with an evil smile. "Besides, it's
our party. They can't throw us out," he said and thrust into her ending the
conversation.

(Switching to Shannon Cam)

Shannon was thrilled to just be in Paul's presence but was sure her heart was
going to leap out of her chest when he put his arm around her shoulders.
They continued to circulate around the party and it soon became obvious to
Shannon that he was leading her toward the far end of the tent. Once there,
he quickly pulled her out of the tent. He led her over to the limo and
opened the door for her. The driver got out and walked away and Shannon
wondered if this was a common occurrence.

Once inside, they were finally alone together. No one else coming up to them
to talk to Paul or to ask for an autograph. Now she was nervous again. This
was a moment she had fantasized about ever since she had seen Paul for the
first time on the cover of the KISS album. There's no reason to be nervous.
This is something you've wanted for a long time. To hell with what anyone
thinks, she told herself.

Paul looked at her and smiled. He reached out and ran his hand down the side
of her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She felt him slip his hand
behind her head and suddenly he was pulling her to him. He kissed her gently
at first, his tongue parting her lips to caress her tongue. Shannon felt her
body getting warmer. Her hands went to his shoulders and she ran them down
his muscular arms. She felt his other hand on her hip and then felt him
pulling her shirt out of her skirt and slowly moving his hand up inside her
shirt.

He kissed her harder and Shannon began to suck on his tongue. He moaned
softly and unhooked her bra before slipping his hand under it to caress her
breast. Now it was Shannon's turn to moan. She ran her hands down his chest
to his pants and unfastened them. Paul unbuttoned her shirt and removed it
and slowly ran his eyes over her body. Shannon could see the desire in his
eyes and knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She unzipped her
skirt and pulled it off and Paul smiled.

"Nice panties," he said kissing her.

"I'm not wearing any," she said.

"I know. That's why I like them," he said. He removed his boots and then
his pants and was about to lay Shannon down across the seat when she sat down
on the floor in front of him. She ran her hands up the insides of his thighs
and he leaned his head back against the back of the seat, his eyes closed.
Shannon took his cock in her hands and began to stroke it and smiled when
Paul moaned. She leaned down and ran her tongue across the head lightly and
he moaned again. She felt his hand on the back of her head and moved it. He
looked at her for a moment. Shannon wasn't going to let him be in total
control. She slid the head of his cock into her mouth and he smiled and
leaned his head back again, enjoying the sensation of her tongue caressing
him.

Shannon continued to run her hands up and down his thighs as she sucked him.
His moaning grew louder and he began to thrust into her mouth. She could
tell he was getting close to an orgasm. Suddenly he sat up and gently pulled
her off of him and laid her down on the floor. She knew that she was no
longer in control. Her body was shaking with anticipation. He thrust
himself into her and she gasped and gripped his ass and held him there for a
moment just enjoying the feel of his huge cock inside her.

"Do you want more?" he asked in her ear.

"Yessss," she said. He began thrusting deeply into her and she couldn't help
but cry out in ecstasy. Paul knew exactly where to kiss, touch, nibble or
thrust to make her cum over and over and she couldn't believe that he still
hadn't cum yet.

"Now it's my turn," he said and began thrusting harder and faster. Shannon
tried to keep quiet but couldn't help it. "Make as much noise as you want,"
he said as he continued to fuck her. She came again and at the same time she
felt Paul tense up and then felt him come inside her. He held her tightly
against him for a few minutes and then smiled down at her.

"We should probably get back to the party," he said with a bit of a laugh.
Shannon sighed. She didn't care if they ever left the limo. Paul pulled out
and helped her up onto the seat. He opened a cabinet under the bar in the
limo and pulled out a towel and handed it to her. She began drying the sweat
off of her and then handed it to Paul. He toweled himself as best he could
without messing up his makeup and then began to get dressed.

Shannon dressed quickly and then checked her hair and makeup in the mirror
before getting out of the limo. She and Paul quietly slipped back into the
tent and went to get something to drink. She looked over at Ace who smiled
at her and then turned back to the blonde he was talking to. She blushed
momentarily until Paul handed her a glass of water, which she downed quickly.

Part 6

(Switching back to Kelsey Cam)

Kelsey began to ride Gene, excited by the idea that they were outside and
could be caught by anyone at any time. He gripped her ass and forced himself
as deep inside her as he could and Kelsey cried out. Gene smiled at her.
She didn't care who heard them or who found them. All she cared about was
that she was with Gene again and he was making her feel things that no other
man had ever been able to do. She almost never had orgasms but with Gene she
not only had one, but several.

He continued to buck under her and she felt yet another orgasm rock her. Her
body was now covered with sweat, as was Gene's making the night air feel even
cooler. Gene thrust his tongue into her mouth and she began eagerly sucking
and nibbling on it.

"OH YESSSS," he growled and Kelsey felt him come inside her. Her final orgasm
came seconds later and they sat there holding each other for a few minutes.
He looked at her and smiled. "I could get used to this," he said with a
devilish smile.

"So could I," said Kelsey climbing off Gene's lap. She dressed quickly and
then checked his makeup for him to make sure it wasn't messed up. Everything
looked okay and they quickly made their way back to the party. They came
into the tent and walked up to some reporters.

Kelsey noticed Ace trying to get her attention. He was trying to wave
inconspicuously to get her attention. She looked over at him and he pointed
to his jaw line. She stared at him, momentarily confused until he did it
again, this time more insistent. She carefully wiped her hand across her own
jaw line and looked at it. There was white makeup on her hand and she felt
her face flush for a moment. She looked back at Ace and he gave her the 'OK'
sign and walked away.

Some of the photographers took pictures of Kelsey and Gene together and she
wondered if they would end up in a magazine. She spotted Shannon and Paul
and smiled. By the look on Shannon's face, she and Paul must have excused
themselves from the party for a while too.

"Gene, I'll be right back," she said.

"I'll be waiting," he said. She walked over to Shannon.

"Having fun?" she asked. Shannon looked at her smiling so widely that Kelsey
was afraid she'd burst.

"We HAVE to talk later," she said.

"That good?" she asked.

"Oh..my..GOD!!" was all she could say. Kelsey laughed at her friend's
speechlessness. "Hey, what was Ace waving at you about?" asked Shannon.

"Oh, nothing," she said.

"It couldn't possibly have been the white makeup that was on your face, could
it?" she asked slyly. Kelsey blushed and then smiled.

"Yes, as a matter of fact it was," she said.

"I thought so. I want details later!" she said. Peter came over and smiled.

"I think we're gonna be leaving soon. There's not much food left and we've
got an early day tomorrow,' he said.

"Early? Two o'clock is early?" asked Kelsey.

"Gene sleeps until 2:00. I'm usually up by 1:00 or 1:30," he said laughing.
Peter rounded everyone up and they climbed into the limo. Kelsey saw Shannon
give Paul her phone number and smiled.

"We're gonna be out of town for a few weeks while we finish up the tour but
I'd like to get together when we get back," said Gene taking Kelsey's hand in
his.

"I'd like that," she said. She knew she would miss him while he was away,
but she was also realistic enough to know that Gene would have plenty of
women to keep him company while on the road. Surprisingly enough, that
thought didn't make her jealous. She knew what he was like going into the
relationship and knew she couldn't and wouldn't try to change him. She loved
him just the way he was.

They dropped Kelsey and Shannon off at Kelsey's house and then left. Shannon
drove home and Kelsey went into the house and went upstairs. She was
dreading going back to work on Monday and wondered who her editor would send
to re-interview Gene. She decided she wouldn't let that spoil the evening.
She undressed and climbed into bed and fell asleep right away.

Final Chapter

A few weeks later Kelsey was sitting at her desk when David came up and
dropped the latest issue of Rolling Stone on her desk. It was open to an
article on KISS and the picture on the page was of Gene and her at the party
after the show.

"Hobnobbing with the stars now?" he asked with a smile.

"You might say that," she said. He dropped the latest issue of Hard Rock
magazine on her desk and then walked away. Kelsey opened the magazine to the
interview of Gene and was shocked to see her name in the by line. She read
the article and it was exactly as she had written it. She was just getting
ready to go in and talk to her editor when the phone rang so she answered it.

"Are you wearing any panties today?" asked the caller.

"Hi Gene. Yes, I am, but I wasn't expecting to hear from you yet," she said.

"Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we," he said and Kelsey
could hear the smile in his voice.

"I think that can be arranged. Hey, guess what? They printed the interview
I did of you," she said. "My editor told me he was going to have someone
else interview you," she said.

"I told him I wouldn't do another interview and that he needed to run the
interview I gave you," he said. "I guess the box office receipts from this
tour convinced him that KISS will be around for a while," he said.

"I guess so. Either way, I'm just glad my article got printed," she said.

"Me too. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?" he asked.

"Of course. What time?" she asked.

"Whenever you get off work. Just come over," he said.

"Okay, see you tonight," she said and hung up. She smiled at the picture
they had chosen to run with her article. It was one of her favorites and had
suggested it to the guy who lays out the magazine when she found out she was
doing the interview. The phone rang again and she answered it.

"May I speak to Kelsey O'Connell please," said the voice.

"This is Kelsey," she said.

"Hi, Kelsey, my name is David Richardson and I work for Rolling Stone
magazine. It was brought to my attention that you might be looking for a
job," he said. Kelsey couldn't believe her ears. Rolling Stone wanted her?
She knew Gene must have had something to do with it but she didn't care. She
would be leaving Hard Rock Magazine behind.

"Yes, I am," she said.

"Well, we have Special Features Writer position open and would like to know
if you'd be interested. It is an entry level position but we will be looking
for a Featured Column Writer soon and it's easier to move up once you're in
the company," he said. Kelsey couldn't believe it. She was being offered a
Special Features position with the opportunity to move into a Featured Column
writer. "Would you be interested?" he asked.

"Of course. When would you like to meet?" she asked.

"How about tomorrow afternoon at 2:00," he said.

"That's perfect," she said writing it into her calendar. He gave her the
address and phone number and then hung up. She walked into her editor's
office and waited for him to finish his telephone conversation.

"What is it?" he asked hanging up the phone.

"I wanted to let you know I am leaving at 1:00 tomorrow," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"I have an interview with Rolling Stone Magazine," she said. He glared at
her.

"Fine. Why don't you just take the rest of tomorrow off too along with today
and the rest of the week," he said.

"Are you firing me?" she asked trying not to smile.

"Yes!" he yelled.

"Good. It saves me having to quit," she said and walked back to her desk and
began packing her things. She was smiling and humming God of Thunder as she
put her things in a box.

"Did you get fired?" asked David.

"Yup!" she said continuing to pack.

"You seem happy about that," he said.

"I've got an interview with David Richardson from Rolling Stone Magazine
tomorrow and a date with Gene Simmons tonight. Why shouldn't I be happy?"
she asked.

"I'm glad things are going well for you. Good luck on your interview," he
said and then walked away. Kelsey took her box of belongings and walked out
dropping her ID badge on her editor's desk as she left.

She was starting a new phase in her life. Not only did she have the
opportunity for a job with Rolling Stone, but she was going to continue to
see Gene for as long as he would have her. She smiled as she walked out into
the bright sunshine.

THE END