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Ivy Michaels smiled to herself as she saw the moving van pull up to the apartment complex adjacent to hers. It had been big news lately around there that Paul Stanley of KISS had recently bought an apartment there he was moving in, today. She had noticed that the apartment that was directly across the way from her parents, was the one he was moving into. She had been a KISS fan for a couple of years now and she obviously couldn't get enough of Paul! She had been to a few Farewell concerts, trying with her charms to get backstage, but it never happened. Well, now that he was here, right under her nose, and she'd have him for sure, she thought, at least until he went back on tour. True, she was only 16 and he wasn't a mere teenage boy she could tease and then turn off, but she hadn't found a boy... or man yet that could resist her. She stepped out onto the balcony and about the same time, Paul stepped out onto the smaller balcony that was right outside his bedroom. There was another bigger one with an ocean view in his living room, and looked around outside. He spotted Ivy standing there, and waved to her and smiled, making Ivy shiver with pleasure. God he was sexy! She couldn't wait to get her hooks into him!

Paul walked back inside after getting an eyeful of the striking beauty he'd seen out across the way. She was young, but not too young, at least it didn't look like she was too young. She looked about 21. She had long waist length raven black hair and green eyes. Her killer body was encased in a barely there ice blue string bikini. It was almost as if she knew he was looking and had stepped outside to let him look. What a damn tease!

Ivy waved back and gave him a teasing smile, known as her "killer" smile to those her who knew her, and walked back inside with a slight shake in her hips and began to make plans. She knew her parents were going to be away on business for the weekend, so she would have the apartment to herself... just in time to get to know Mr. Stanley a little bit better.

The next day at school, Ivy finally caught up with her best friend Shayna and the others in their little group and they could tell by her smile that she was awfully excited about something!

"Ok, girl, spill it! What's going on?" Shayna said, laughing.

"Well...remember the rumors that were going around that Paul Stanley had bought an apartment in the complex beside the one I live in?"

"Yes, and..." Shayna said, a twinkle in her eye.

"Well, the rumors were true! He moved in yesterday!"

"Oh shit, you're kidding! You mean he's right here, right near you?'

"I'm dead serious! God I can't wait to get to know him, if you know what I mean!"

Yes, Shayna knew all too well what Ivy meant. She knew her friend was notorious for getting whatever boy or man she wanted, no matter the cost. Many a relationship had been ruined because of it. Shayna didn't condone it, but she kept her mouth shut. Ivy was the type of girl who got what and whom she wanted, when she wanted them, and all of her friends were really loyal to her and knew not to cross her. Shayna had never seen anything like it in all of her 16 years. They always covered her when she needed it because they knew how Ivy was about ruining people if she didn't get what she wanted, even a friend.

That weekend...

Ivy pulled the last of the gourmet chocolate chip cookies from the oven. What better way to get into Paul's apartment then to bake some of the home made cookies that were her specialty? While the cookies cooled, she slipped into the shower. After drying her hair, she slipped into a pair of tight black hot pants and a white button down silk shirt, and completed the look with 4-inch platform sandals. She did her hair into a French twist and put in some makeup. Her reflection in the mirror told her she was irresistible, and she smiled to herself. She was ready. She put the cookies into a container and walked over to the other complex, finding Paul's apartment easily. She pressed the doorbell, then stepped back. Paul answered the door in cutoffs and no shirt, almost making Ivy lose her nerve. A smile broke out over Paul's handsome face to see the pretty young thing from across the way standing there at the door.

"Hi," said Ivy with a twinge of nervousness, "My name is Ivy Michaels, I made these for you and sort of a, um, housewarming gift, welcome to the neighborhood!" Paul smiled and took the container of cookies.

"Thanks, Ivy. I suppose you already know my name, "he said jokingly,' would you like to come in for something to drink?" She nodded and he stepped aside to allow her in. He poured them both a glass of wine and told Ivy he'd be right back. While he was gone, she stood up and walked around the room, stopping in front of Paul's huge stereo system. Now time for Phase 2... she grinned to herself. She thumbed through Paul's CDs and found the Revenge CD. She slipped it into the CD player and found "Take It Off." She turned it up and the sexy song blasted form the speakers as she began dancing to it, knowing Paul would walk into the room and find her there.

Paul's eyebrows shot up as he heard the song playing. He walked into the room to see Ivy seductively dancing to the song, her eyes closed and her wineglass in her hand. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and watched, waiting for her to notice he was watching her. When she did, she gasped, startled and wine splashed all over her white shirt. She just laughed and untied it and threw it back off her shoulders and to the floor, never stopping her dancing. She turned to face Paul, dropped to her knees, and crawled over to him, her eyes locking with his in an animalistic stare. Mahogany brown eyes bored into green ones with a smoldering stare. When she got to him, she slithered up until she was eye to eye with him, then pulled him to her and kissed him, just like that. Paul was overwhelmed at first, but then lust took over and he picked her up in his arms and took her over to the couch, still kissing her.

They couldn't get their clothes off fast enough and soon they were making love...hot, hard and fast until both of them were climaxing. When it was over, she kissed him again, told him she loved him and dressed and left, leaving Paul confused and wondering what the hell had just happened. Usually it was he who had the upper hand with the women. But not so with this little vixen! She had seduced him before he even knew what hit him.

He slowly dressed again and decided to go out for awhile to clear his head, and think about Liz, the girl he'd been introduced to a couple of weeks ago by Terri, Gene's girlfriend. They had went out a few times, and had gotten to know each other and Paul liked her a lot, maybe even was beginning to love her, but they weren't serious yet. She had long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a beautiful body. She need never know what just happened. He slipped inside the elevator to ride down to the complex's entrance. There in the elevator with him, was another girl, probably about 18, and she looked as if she wanted to say something but was nervous to.

Shayna couldn't believe Paul Stanley had just stepped onto the elevator with her! She was on her way up to his apartment to warn him doubt Ivy, even though she knew it meant putting up with her friends wrath if Ivy found out. Still a man as handsome as Paul didn't deserve to have his love life wrecked by one of Ivy's notorious seductions. She looked over to see him smiling at her and was instantly at ease.

"Um, hi... Mr. Stanley, you don't know me, but my name is Shayna and I am Ivy's best friend. There's something you need to know about her." Paul almost would have laughed aloud except that the look on the girls face was dead serious, with a little nervousness thrown in.

Nice to meet you, Shayna...what's on your mind?" he asked, leaning against the elevator's wall, as it started its slow decent downwards.

"Well, it's like this. I know you have already met Ivy. I don't know how far you two have went... but you need to know that Ivy isnt what she seems. She may come across as a mature, sexy, woman ...but trust me, she 's not all that. In fact, she's only 16..."

'SIXTEEN?" Paul was bewildered, "How can a girl of 16 be that tempting and seductive? She blew me away for sure... damn she doesn't look 16!" ~OH SHIT~ Paul thought. The damned girl was a minor for god's sake!

"Look, I don't know myself... but Ivy... know things. She's smarter than most girls her age and once she latches on, she doesn't let go."

Doesn't let go~ the words rolled over and over in Paul's mind...he could only hope she wasn't crazy on top of it. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Paul thanked Shayna for her help and gave her an autograph as a present. The girl smiled and went on her way. Paul walked to his car and noticed there was a piece of paper held on the windshield by the windshield wiper. He picked it up and opened it. It was a note from Ivy.

~Holy mackerel! What the hell have I gotten myself into?~ he thought as he balled it up and threw it in the nearest trash. He got into his car and sped away.

Ivy watched from her hiding place among the shrubbery as Paul read her note, and to her surprise, balled it up and trashed it. ~Now why would he do that?~ she thought. She had thought he had looked very well satisfied after her little game, even if it did leave him dazed, she laughed to herself. Then she looked up and saw Shayna coming out of his building holding tight to a piece of paper with a silly grin on her face. Now what was she doing in Paul's building? Ivy was going to find out. She waited till Shayna got almost to where she was before stepping out of the bushes, slightly startling Shayna.

"Oh, hi Ivy, you sort of startled me," said Shayna, chuckling nervously.

"Yeah... so I see. What's that you got in your hand?" Ivy said, grabbing the paper before Shayna had the chance to jerk it away. She looked at it to see "To Shayna, Thanks.. Love, Paul Stanley. It was an autograph. Ivy could feel the rage starting to rise in her throat. She hoped for Shayna's sake that she hadn't done what Ivy thought she had.

***

Later that night, Paul pulled up to the apartment building and to his surprise saw a light on in the window, but he knew he had turned them off. ~Oh hell~ he thought, thinking that Ivy had somehow gotten in. Maybe he'd left the door unlocked. He had called Gene's from his cell phone earlier to talk to Liz and Terri had told him she had left and hadn't said where she was going, so Paul hadn't been able to see her.

He sighed and turned off the ignition, then got out of the car and made his way to his apartment after locking it up. He slipped into the elevator and leaned against the wall, contemplating what he was going to do if that was indeed Ivy up there. The elevator stopped on his floor and he walked to his apartment, opening the door cautiously.

"Hello?" he said, he knew someone was there.

"In here Paul.." came a muffled voice from the den that sounded like... Liz! Paul walked into the den to find Liz going through a box she had just opened, and wiping off awards and plaques before setting them on the table to be hung up. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind as she was standing up, planting a kiss on the back of her neck.

"And what may I ask... are you doing?" he asked her as she turned around in his arms and returned the kiss to his lips.

"Well, I thought I would surprise you by coming over and helping you unpack. But you weren't home when I got here, but the door was unlocked so I let myself in and started on this box" she said, smiling. But then she looked at Paul, whose face was serious for a moment, "Paul, are you ok? You didn't mind me coming on in did you?"

"No, no, baby, I'm not upset," he said, smiling and pulling her to him in a warm hug. She hugged him back, laying her head on his chest. She loved the man more than she loved anyone she had ever loved, but she wondered if he felt the same. Paul knew her feelings for him, but had yet to tell her he loved her, yet all of his actions told her he did. She impulsively kissed his chest, which was partly bared by his unbuttoned shirt. Paul sucked in his breath slightly at the feeling of her mouth on him. He pulled her tighter to him and lifted her face to his to capture her lips in a soul-searching kiss. Liz moaned softly before she had the chance to hold it back as his hands roamed form her back to her butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. God, she felt so good in his arms, he thought and so right, not like Ivy who had been just a lay if that. it was more as if she had attacked him than made love to him. Paul broke the kiss and moved to her neck, kissing and then making a trail to her ear with his tongue.

"I wanted to tell you I love you," he whispered softly in her ear, "but instead I think I will show you."

"Oh, Paul," she sighed, as their lips met again.

Paul kissed her again, this time caressing her body as well, making Liz moan loudly. Suddenly the telephone rang. Paul started to ignore it, but it kept ringing insistently.

"Of all the lousy timing.." Paul muttered as he and Liz disentangled themselves form each other. Liz walked into the kitchen to catch her breath while he answered it.

"Hello?" Paul said with a little more force than he meant to.

"Hi, baby... its Ivy," came the sexy voice over the phone. Paul was shocked.

"Ivy? How in the HELL did you get my phone number?" he demanded.

"I've got my connections, baby..." she said teasingly, "so are we still on for tomorrow night?"

"No. We are NOT still on for tomorrow night, we never were! I don't know how you got this number, but please don't ever call here again, ok?" he said.

"Why, baby? Afraid your little girlfriend will find out?" Paul said a quick goodbye and hung up before Ivy had a chance to say anything else. ~God, what the hell am I going to do now?~ he thought. Liz walked back into the room just then, looking at him with question.

"Who was that, baby?" she asked walking over to him.

"Ah, nobody... wrong number," He said, pulling her into his arms, "Now come here..."

He pulled her tight to him, capturing her lips with his once again, his velvet soft tongue sliding between them and dancing seductively with hers. Liz moaned and arched up against him as their kiss heated up. She could feel Paul's hand sliding up her thigh and disappearing under her skirt as she wrapped her other leg around his hip. She moaned as she felt his hot passion against her. Paul tore his lips from hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He moved form her lips to her neck, kissing and licking as she rubbed her body against him.

"Let me make love to you, Liz," he whispered in her ear, "i love you so much!" She answered him with a moan as their lips met yet again. She began to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way, her hands trembling. When she finally had it off, she hesitated slightly.

"Don't be afraid to touch me, baby.." he whispered breathlessly as he put her hand on his chest. She caressed his chest as they kissed, her hand wandering farther down until she felt his hot passion through his jeans. Paul let out a groan as he unhooked her bra and lowered his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, making Liz cry out as she held his head there.

"Oh, goddd.." Liz moaned as Paul's talented tongue teased her nipples. He slid her skirt down her legs along with her panties, leaving her naked in his arms, then he put her hands on his belt. Go on baby...you know you want to... his eyes told her. She undid his pants with still slightly shaking hands and slid them off while he kicked his feet free of them. She then took his hardened lovegun in her hand and began to stroke him softly, nearly driving him insane enough that he stopped her before he lost all control. He wanted this to last as long as possible. He then picked her up in his arms and made his way to his bedroom, where he lay her down on soft silk sheets of his bed. He climbed on top of her and started a trail form her lips downward with his tongue, making her gasp. When his tongue finally reached the point of her desire, she moaned loudly and nearly came up off the bed as his tongue caressed her sweetness.

"Oh yesss..."she hissed as she felt his hot tongue plunge into her depths and soon she was climaxing, moaning and writhing under his tongue. He then kissed his way up her body and when his eyes connected with hers she could see his love for her in them as he slowly entered her making them both moan in satisfaction and began to gently thrust with a slow rocking motion. Liz wrapped her legs around him and held him close as they made love, whispering love words in each others ears. She knew she was getting close to her climax and could sense Paul was there too, as he began to thrust harder. His last thrust was the deepest yet, sending them both to the stars, as they moaned each others names. Paul collapsed on top of her and lay there for a moment before moving off her and pulling her into his arms to hold her tight against his heart.

The next day after school Ivy watched from her hiding place in the shadows as Paul stepped off the elevator, and he wasn't alone. With him was a beautiful blonde and they definitely seemed to be together, the way they were holding on to each other. Ivy could feel the rage rising in her throat, How dare that bitch mess with HER man? she thought bitterly. She saw Paul walk the girl to her car and kiss her softly before she got into it and drove away. Now was Ivy's chance. She walked up to him as he walked back in the door.

'Hey, Paul, baby.." she purred, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing up against him suggestively. Paul rolled his eyes and tried to get her off him.

"Ivy, look... I think I need to explain a few things to you. Number one, I have a girlfriend whom I love very much....."

"Oh, so that's the slut that was pawing all over you a few minutes ago. Whats her name? Ivy interrupted. Paul held his anger in check.

"Like I said, I love her VERY much and she's not a slut, I resent your calling her that. Number two, Ivy, you're only a child. I know that for a fact. You may look like a grown woman, but, sweetheart you act like what you are, a 16 year old kid. Ivy looked shocked.

And who told you that?' she demanded.

"Nevermind who told me, I know. Now, I'm going to ask you once more to lay off with the seduction scene here, and let me be happy with the love I have found with my girlfriend."

"But..but..what about us..." she said, reaching down to slide her hand across the front of his jeans. His body reacted immediately to her touch. His mind was telling him to shove her away, but his body didn't know one female body form another, and it took everything in him to pull away form her.

"There is NO us! I liked you because you are a fan of the band, but now I don't think I can even like you. That little scene the other day was nothing but playing on your part. Hell, I wasn't even aware what was going on at first. that's not the way to impress me, babe. Now, I suggest you stop playing this game you are playing because little girls get hurt when they play grown up games. Don't forget that, it's the best advice I can give you." And with that, he stalked off to the elevator where he got in and made his way up to his apartment. Ivy stood there for a moment, not believing what she had just seen and heard. Then it hit her! Now she knew why Shayna had been so secretive and nervous the other day when she had gotten Paul's autograph. Ivy screamed like a mad woman and raced out of the building. She'd get Shayna for this!

***

Later that evening, Ivy made her way out to the stables at the 4-H center where she and Shayna were taking riding lessons. She saw Shayna's horse standing there crosstied, but saddled and knew that apparently Shayna had walked off to her locker to get the horses bridle. A plan began to form in Ivy's mind. She walked outside and quickly found a burr lying on the ground ~perfect~ she thought.

She walked back in and looked around to make sure Shayna wasn't around and that no one else was watching. The coast was clear. Ivy loosened the saddle, placed the burr between the horse's back and the saddle, and tightened it back up. The horse flinched a little, but that was nothing compared to what was going to happen later. Ivy walked off towards her own horse with a look of nonchalance and slight satisfaction on her face.

A little while later, Shayna appeared, leading her horse out to the bridle path that Ivy and she always took when they went for rides. It was a little further away than the others. Ivy was already on her horse.

"C'mon, Shayna, lets go already," she said with a fake smile. Shayna smiled back and mounted her horse. The burr didn't make contact at first, since Shayna was a very petite and light weight girl, but as soon as they took off in a fast trot, the burr stuck right into the horse's back, making it whinny and rear, dumping Shayna in the process, because she hadn't been expecting it. Shayna fell to the ground and her head hit the ground with a loud thunk. Ivy looked to see that Shayna was unconscious, but still breathing. She went on her way back to the stable to tell the instructors that Shayna had an accident. Everyone rushed out to the bridle path on horseback, jumping down from their mounts when they saw Shayna lying there, still and unconscious. They put her on a stretcher just as the ambulance pulled up. One of the instructors walked over to Shayna's horse that was grazing quietly near by. The animal didn't look like anything was wrong, so the instructor checked the horse with suspicion. He loosened the horse's saddle and found the offending burr.

"Hey, you guys... look what I found," he said. "Now how would a burr get into the horse's saddle? It looks like it was placed there. But who would want to purposely hurt Shayna?"

"I have no idea," Ivy spoke up first. Luckily, these people knew nothing about her other than she was 16 and loved horses. They didn't suspect her at all. Ivy went back to the stable, put her horse up, and went home.

When Paul walked into his apartment that evening, he noticed that the answering machine's light was blinking like crazy, which meant he probably had tons of messages. He pressed the play button and listened to the messages, soon fast forwarding through them and finally seeing that all 30 of them were from Ivy! God, was she ever going to leave him in peace? Something told him that no, she wasn't.

Later that night, Paul and Liz lay in bed sleeping peacefully after making love. Paul was having the same dream over and over, that Ivy was watching them that she was there. Ivy knew she had to be careful. If Paul knew that she had gotten a hold to the spare key form the building office, he would call the police, she knew he would.

She was about to move from her hiding place when she saw Paul stir, then sit straight up in bed. Liz mumbled sleepily asking him what was wrong, but he had told her that he was fine, and lay back, pulling her to him and soon he was asleep again. Ivy hadn't meant to watch, really she hadn't. She hadn't even meant to be there when he got home, this time. She had only went in there to get a memento to keep. She had stolen one of his many chokers that he had worn in concert, thinking he would never miss it, because he had tons, and had it with her in her pocket.

However, just as she had gotten ready to leave, he and Liz came in, all over each other, and she had quickly slipped outside onto the balcony in the bedroom, behind the curtains. It was a good thing that the two lovers were only interested in each other, and hadn't opened the balcony curtains. She had stayed there while they made love, the sounds of him with another woman making her angry and sick. Finally, the lovers slept. Ivy peeked in once again to make sure Paul was sound asleep again, then slowly and quietly opened the sliding door and tip toed out of the room, being so very careful not to wake them. She slowly made it to the door of the apartment, went out of it quickly, and locked it behind her, finally letting out the breath she had held. She ran quickly to the elevator and on to her own home.

***

The next morning, Liz was in the kitchen fixing coffee while Paul finished taking a shower, and the phone rang. Paul yelled through the loud roar of the shower for Liz to answer it.

"Hello?" Liz said, half expecting it to be one of Paul's business contacts.

"Why hello, if it isn't Paul's little play thing..."came the sexy voice on the other end...the voice of a woman.

"Who in the hell is this?" Liz demanded before she could harness her suddenly raging emotions.

"Oh... I see your man hasn't told you about me, you poor dear. My name is Ivy, I'm his girlfriend." Liz thought she was going to puke right there. The news felt like a kick in the stomach.

"Look, I don't know who the hell you think you're talking to, but you need to get your goddamned facts straight!" And with that, she slammed the phone down. She whirled around and nearly collided with Paul who was coming into the room, after getting dressed. The look in her eyes told him she was not happy.

"Liz, what's wrong, baby...." he started, trying to pull her to him.

"Don't you fucking TOUCH me!" Liz said, pulling away. "I want to know Paul, and I want to know now...who in the HELL is Ivy?"

Paul was bewildered. Ivy had called and she had answered the phone. why the hell wasn't he thinking? He looked at Liz. "Ok, you want to know who she is, I will tell you. I should have told you when we got together. Ivy is a little teenage slut that thinks she is a grown woman. She seduced me , or rather I should say, attacked me the first day I was here. And yes we did make love, or rather like I said, she attacked me. What I did not know was that she is a 16-year-old child who is mature for her age and is emotionally mixed up on top of it I think! Yes, I made a damned mistake, alright? Now she won't leave me alone, and its getting almost to point of stalking, I think. So you can stand there with your accusing eyes and expect the worst of me, or you can forgive me. Your choice." And with that, he turned and went into the music room. He walked in and sat down in the chair, his head in his hands. Now what was he going to do?

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Liz standing there, tears in her eyes. She moved around to sit on his lap and bury her face in his chest. "I'm so sorry, baby..." she sobbed, " I'd never leave you in a million years."

"Sh, sh...hey it's ok, I know. Ivy is trying to break us up. That's why she called over here, but I won't let that happen, baby, I promise." He lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes, and then kissed the tears from them, and then his lips finally finding hers once again.

The next morning, Ivy was walking down the sidewalk when she happened to see Liz get into her car and prepare to pull off. A devious smile spread across her face. She sauntered over to the car just as Liz was getting ready to back out, and waved to her.

"Hello?' Said Liz, rolling down the window.

"Hi, I'm Ivy...I was wondering something... did Paul tell you all about how I made love to him the other nite? He's a hot lover, I must say..."

"OH shut UP! look , why don't you just go back to your fucking playpen and stop playing grown up games before you get burned, little girl!" And with that, Liz peeled out of the parking lot, squealing tires. Ivy stood there for a second, then an I-can't-believe-this-shit smile spread across her face. Well, well it looked like she had competition...and Ivy loved competition, she'd get even, oh yes.....

***

Ivy rolled over and looked at her alarm clock, it was 5AM. She crawled out of bed quietly and opened her door to see if her parents were up yet. Seeing that they were still asleep, she quickly and quietly tip toed out of the house, carrying the wire cutters form her dad's toolbox in her pocket. She slipped out the front door, quietly closing it behind her. Staying to the shadows, she made her way over to the other complex where she saw Liz's car parked. Since she was petite, it was easy for her to crawl up under the car enough to find the brake lines...and she cut them.

~Now we will see who will have Paul.. One look at her beauty all marred and he won't want her~thought Ivy , suppressing the urge to laugh out loud. She quickly slid out from under the car and after looking around to make sure no one had seen her, headed for home.

***

Liz awoke to find the bed empty beside her. She had known that Paul had to go over to Gene's to work on some demos and things and evidently hadn't had the heart to wake her after they had stayed up nearly all night. She smiled to her self and got up to get dressed and head on over to Gene's to join Paul and to visit Terri. She took a shower and put on shorts and a halter-top for the day, pulled her hair back in a ponytail and she was ready. She walked out to her car and got inside, not thinking there was any reason to check it over before she did so. That was where she made her mistake. She pulled out of the parking lot

and onto the long driveway , but when she got to the end of the driveway, she couldn't stop. Try as she might, her brakes were gone. She slid on out into the busy highway, cars dodging her left and right. She prayed she wouldn't get hit as she tried desperately to stop the car. Her car swerved over onto the median and there it hit a side-rail. That was the only thing that stopped it.

Even though she had her seatbelt on, Liz put her arms straight out in front of her on impulse and the force of her hand hitting the dash caused her left arm to break and her head smacked the windshield causing a huge cut. Pain shot through her arm like a stabbing knife and she screamed, then mercifully blacked out....

Paul and Gene sat in the music suite of Gene's home going over material for the upcoming European Farewell tour. Paul had left Liz asleep at home and knew she would join him later, but that had been a few hours ago, and she still hadn't showed. Terri walked into the room carrying sodas for both of the guys.

"Hey, Paul... didn't you say that Liz was going to join you over here today?" Teri asked him.

"Yes, and I am really surprised she isn't here yet, I'm starting to worry actually." he replied.

"Oh man Paul, you probably wore the poor girl out last night and she's sleeping in, she'll be here soon I'm sure." Gene said with a laugh. Paul wasn't so sure. He was having a weird feeling that something was wrong. He looked at Gene as if ready to say something, but then he just looked out the window.

"Hey, Paul something's on your mind, man... c'mon, spill it already," Gene said giving his friend a serious look. Paul was about to tell him about Ivy when suddenly his cell phone rang. He answered it and Gene saw his face change from one of worry, to one of horror and anguish. He ended the call and sat there, looking down.

"Paul what is it, man? Who was that?" Gene asked him.

"It-it's Liz... she was in a wreck, she's in the hospital ..I've got to go to her!"

"Oh my god..." Terri said, her eyes filling with tears and a sick feeling coming to her stomach.

"You're not going alone , Paul. Terri and I are going to go with you and I am driving," Gene said seriously. Paul just nodded , not saying a word. They all climbed into Gene's Hummer and quickly left for the hospital. Terri couldn't help but notice how pensive Paul seemed in the car, a guilty look on his face.

"What is wrong?" she asked him, taking his hand and stroking it lightly. "You look like you're seen a ghost..."Gene glanced at Paul, his dark eyes fixing firmly on his friend.

"Paul something's crawled up your ass, and you'd better spill it, man..."Paul bit his lip, and swallowed hard. Gene's dark eyes seemed to peer into his soul. His friend knew him too well sometimes.

"I know you're worried about Liz, so am I," Terri told Paul. "I'm sure she's gonna be all right..."

"Yeah," Paul sighed. It was on the tip of his tongue, he wanted to tell them so badly...

"Paul, spill it. There's something more going on here, isn't there?" Gene asked.

"Is there a problem between you and Liz?" Terri asked Paul. "You can trust us both... I know you and I have had our own problems, but you're my friend... and I care about you and Liz... are you two having problems?"

"No..." Paul burst out. "It's just that... I..."

"Paul," Gene asked. "What's going on?"

"Did you and Liz have an argument before yesterday?" Terri asked Paul.

"No... I mean yes... I mean..."

"What about?" Terri asked, urging Paul to continue.

Paul looked down. Suddenly he felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. "Well, its like this... when I moved into the apartment, a girl came over to welcome me to the neighborhood and we wound up making love. I wasn't serious with Liz yet..."

"Uh oh," Terri's eyes opened wide.

Gene let out a sigh as he said, "Oh man..."

"Is this girl still in contact with you?" Terri asked next.

"Well yes, well I mean no... well kinda...thing is I found out that this girl wasn't even an adult. She's only 16! But she's really smart, guys... I mean this girl has tried on more than on occasion to latch onto me, even going as far as to say things to Liz to try and break us up. But I don't want her. Our making love wasn't making love in my opinion... it was more like she attacked me. Somehow I think she is responsible for Liz being in that wreck."

"Shit," Gene muttered. "That little vixen...."

"Sounds like she's got serious problems," Terri shook her head

"We have to figure out some way of stopping her, if she is responsible..." Gene muttered.

"Wait, you don't know for sure if she is..." Terri said. "Are you? Maybe we should call the police..."

"I can't prove anything just yet... but I know that her supposed best friend, Shayna is in this same hospital recovering from a fall off a horse. Maybe we should talk to her. because she said Ivy would kill her if she knew she had told me about Ivy... and it funny that she had that accident right after that."

"That makes sense," Gene nodded. They pulled up to the hospital, and Gene parked his vehicle. Terri gave Paul's hand a reassuring squeeze before they exited and crossed the parking lot.

"Paul, I'm sorry that this girl did this," Terri told him. "I wish there was something I could do to help you..."

"Well, let's go in here," he said sighing. As soon as I know Liz is at least going to live, we will go see Shayna. Maybe she can tell us more about Ivy."

"Right," Terri nodded, taking Paul's hand and squeezing it again. Gene gave his friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and they walked in after him.

They walked into the nurse's station and asked for Liz by name. The nurse said that doctor was with her now and that all they could do was to sit in the waiting room and wait. Paul sighed and walked over and sat, his head in his hands. Terri walked over to sit on one side of Paul, while Gene sat on his other side, grabbing his friend's shoulder in a show of support. Both could not think of a good thing to say for the next few minutes. It was Terri that broke the silence, "Paul... don't blame yourself... you didn't know...."

"No, maybe I didn't. But I remember something that Shayna said to me... she said that Ivy knows things...and once she latches on, she doesn't let go..."

"Man..." Gene got out. "Sounds like an obsessive to me..."

"Oh shit," Terri heaved a deep sigh.

Paul glanced up at her oddly, seeing the look in her face that flushed pale. Gene reached over and squeezed Terri's hand, saying, "That was just a dream, sweetheart. It didn't happen."

"If you saw this girl you would see what I mean. She looks 21...and what dream?"

"Terri had a dream that she was being chased by a stalker," Gene said slowly.

"Who was obsessed with me..."

"What you said about Ivy reminded me of it..." Terri shuddered. Anger filled her dark brown eyes, and she grabbed Paul's hand, saying, "That is why we must get to the bottom of this and find out what's going on!"

"Oh man...Thais weird... but Ivy isn't like that with just ME. From what I was told, she has been like this with every boy or man she has set her sights on."

"Well, that proves a case history then," Gene nodded.

"Right. But what can I do? Wait till she kidnaps me? I cant go to the police, because they would say they'd have to "catch her in the act" of harassing me."

"But women like that... especially teenagers, would do anything to get their way," Terri sighed. "In my dream this stalker stopped at nothing to get Gene. Ivy, if she's so persistent... she could have done anything..."

"Then we'll have to figure out a way to catch her in the act," Gene said with a slow devilish grin.

"How are we going to do that?" Terri asked Gene. Before Gene could reply, a nurse came out of the back.

"Is there a Mr. Stanley, Mr. Simmons, and Ms. Mason here?" The three friends looked up at the mention of their names.

"That's us, "Gene said. The nurse looked in the direction of Paul, Gene, and Teri and her eyes widened at who the men were. It was all she could do to contain herself and lead them back to Liz without making a fool of herself. She stopped at the cubicle where Liz was and left on her way after giving Gene and Paul both an admiring look. Liz was sitting up in bed and she smiled when Paul entered first, followed closely by Gene and Terri. The sight of her made Paul want to cry, but he held his emotions in check and put on his best smile.

"Oh baby, I am so glad you are ok," he whispered as he held her close. Gene and Teri turned away for a moment as the two lover's lips met in a sweet kiss.

"I'm fine Paul, just a broken arm and this cut on my forehead, but what I want to know is WHO cut the brake lines on my car?" she asked.

"I think I know. Oh baby, I'm so sorry, " he whispered, backing away quickly as the doctor made his way in.

"Mr, Stanley, Liz has suffered just a broken arm and the few cuts you see. Just be thankful her injuries weren't worse. The car was totaled. I am sure she told you why she wrecked. I'm releasing her, but she must be watched at all times. If someone is after her, they need to be caught as soon as possible!" And with that they signed Liz's discharge papers and left. Paul walked out of the room holding onto Liz, with Gene and Terri close behind. As soon as they got outside, a police officer approached them.

"Mr. Stanley, I am officer Bryant and I am on this case. I need to have a word with you."

"Sure," Paul shrugged.

"I am sure you know how your girlfriend wrecked her car. Do you know of anyone who would have malicious intentions towards her?"

"yes officer, I do, but I cannot prove it." He went on to tell the officer all about Ivy and why he thought she may have been the one to do it.

"well, Mr. Stanley, I am afraid it would be your word against hers, and there really isn't any concrete evidence that she did do it. If you get any further evidence, please let me know..." and with that, he handed Paul his card, turned and left.

"Damn him! See what I mean? I KNOW Ivy was the one who hurt you Liz, but I cant prove it without catching her or getting her to admit it." Liz pulled him to her and held him.

"Its not your fault, baby. We will get her , don't worry.."

Gene and Terri spoke quietly back at their house, while Liz relaxed in one of the guestrooms. Gene had suggested it would be safer for Liz to remain at his place while she was recuperating. Paul was just upstairs visiting her to make sure she was okay. "Are you up to it, sweetheart?" Gene asked Terri, holding her hand.

"Yes."

"No matter what I say, you know how I feel about you, right?" "Yes of course. I know it's to help Paul and Liz, so I know you gotta do what you gotta do. I'll pretend you're doing a movie..."

"I'm glad. I don't want to hurt you baby, but you know it could get hot..."

"No worse then when you had those strippers on stage for 'Take it Off' years ago," she teased him. "But I know it's not gonna be easy, I won't lie. But I know that you love me, and this is to help a friend... I'd do anything to help Paul too, within reason..."

At this, she gave a saucy wink and Gene gave her a brief yet deep kiss of reassurance. It would not be easy. Just then Paul came down the stairs and looked at the couple.

"We're gonna be ready soon, Paul. Are you ready?"

***

later that evening....

Ivy logged onto her email and scanned the inbox for new messages. She saw one that stood out from the others. The subject line said

"To A Sexy little Number..."

~who the hell?~ Ivy thought to herself. She opened the email and scanned its contents.

A smile spread across Ivy's face. Well, well, looks like the Demon wants a piece of Poison Ivy ..she thought, licking her lips. She went to the closet and pulled out her tight black leather mini dress with the se through sides. IT came down to just below her butt, and was just as low cut in front. She slid on a pair of black lace panties along with a lacy black garter belt and black fishnet stockings. On her feet were thigh -high boots with 4 inches of platform and 4 inch stiletto heels. She put her hair into a genie tail and finished her makeup. Finally, she was ready. She slid into the Mercedes she had recently gotten and headed to the hotel....

***

He took once last glance at himself in the mirror, practicing his most sexy looks. A nod of self satisfaction he gave himself when he admired his long legs encased in tight leather pants, the skull t-shirt under the black leather jacket, and his round of unique jewelry. he had selected this outfit from the Revenge Era, knowing how well it drove the teenaged fans wild. IN this case, he hoped it would convince Ivy of his intent. He even had the dark gargoyle sunglasses over his eyes, knowing how alluring that could be that she would wonder what sort of look he was giving her. Gene opened the door when he heard the rat-tat-tat knock he guessed was she. A slow smile came over his face as the game began, his eyes walking up and down her sexy form. She wasn't pulling any punches, he mentally noted. Two could play at this game, and he would have lots of fun with this one! How far would she go, he wondered with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Slowly he lifted his gargoyles, and gave her a wink.

"Step into my office, baby," he said in his best Demon voice. Ivy smiled her killer smile and stepped into the room, letting her hand slide across Gene's stomach, right above his belt. He smiled wickedly and led her into the room. She stared at him for a moment, just wondering what it would be like to have that famous tongue bringing her to ecstasy.

"Like what you see?" she asked, as he pulled her over to the couch. He sat and pulled her down to sit on his lap.

"Most definitely little girl. What is your fancy, baby? And you won't have to wait for Christmas to get it!"

Ivy laughed a slow seductive laugh. "Hmmm... well... how bout this..." she proceeded to slide her hands up under his shirt and run her nails down his chest and stomach, her hand finally grazing his crotch.

"That's very nice, baby, but I like to take control for a little while. After all, I like to tease as well as please…" Gene scolded her, taking hold of her hands slowly. "What say you to a little fun before the main event?" He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, waving them before her face. She couldn't resist the sexy penetrating stare he gave her as he pushed her off his lap, and tugged her gently by the hand toward the bed. Taking the handcuffs, he fastened her to the headboard with them, having her lay on her stomach with a gentle lick down her earlobe. She smiled wickedly as he straddled her back and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. Slicking it over his hands he began to work the oil into her back and shoulders.

From the next room, Terri watched the duo with a mixture of interest and disgust. She knew that Gene had to do what he had to do, but she couldn't help but stew over how seductive Ivy was being. She had met her match and more with Gene, Terri reflected. Did he have to look like he was having so much fun though?

Ivy's groans were becoming increasingly audible as Gene continued to rub the oil into her back. He slipped up her dress to get better access to her bare back as he worked. "By the way baby, I was wondering just what you saw in Paul anyway? I mean he's a Romeo…"

"Well lets see... he's sexy, rich, one hell of a lover... and I wanted to prove to myself and everyone else that I could get any man I wanted, even someone famous. But then he had to go and get that little blonde bitch and fall in love with her... ooooh that feels good..." she sighed.

"Well you certainly dress the part, sweet thing," Gene whispered into her ear. "I bet you'd do anything to get what you want…" He rubbed more oil downwards, getting off to slip his hand over her underwear teasingly and rub her butt through the fabric.

"I know when I see what I want, I take it..." Gene added. "And you are definitely a vixen after my own... sensibilities?"

"I get what I want when I want it, its simple as that," she sighed, stifling a moan. "I want Paul and I will have him, no matter what. I fixed his little girlfriend... haven't seen her at his apartment since the other day. I fixed Shayna for getting in my way. So yeah, I guess you could say I am a vixen, what I want, baby, I get!"

"Most definitely," Gene breathed into her ear, licking the back of her neck with his tongue. Inside the other room, Terri stifled a chuckle. He had done it! But there was still the task of not making ivy suspicious that she dreaded. How far would Gene have to go?

He reached behind Ivy's head, releasing her wrists. She flipped over, laughing as she grabbed his shirt and gave him a deep hungry kiss. Gene let her push him down to the bed so she straddled him, hands tracing up and down his shirt. He rolled them both over till he pinned her under his thighs, his tongue flickering down to teasingly trace her lips as he restrained her wrists.

"Oh you naughty girl," he laughed. "Do you know what I do to naughty girls?"

"Show me," Ivy challenged him, rubbing down toward his belt. From the other room, Terri glanced away from the camera, biting her lip. Just then, the phone rang, its jangling electronic tone shattering the sexy mood.

"I'll be right back, vixen. Hold that thought…" As Gene got up he strode over to the phone, picking it up as he said, "Hello, yeah this is Gene. What? I'm a little busy if you don't mind…"

Ivy caught her reflection in the mirror over Gene's shoulder, scarcely believing that she had Gene in the palm of her hand! This was incredible! She could have both of them. What a story she'd have to tell her friends. But who was on the phone? Gene checked his watch, and she glimpsed the time. "Shit!" she cursed aloud.

Gene hung up the phone, and strode slowly over to her, a look of hunger on his face. "Now, where were we…"

"Uh, I gotta go, big boy," she said, tweaking his nose. "Gotta call my 'rents." "Really, and I was just having fun," Gene said with a look of mock sadness. "Sorry, gotta jet…" she said with a wink as she put herself together and left him sitting on the bed. She slammed the door after her, cursing for her carelessness. She had to call her parents every day at four thirty, so they wouldn't suspect anything. And it was four already!

When he waited for a few minutes to see she was gone, Gene rose from the bed again. The door to the next connecting room opened, and Terri strode out, with a slow grin on her face.

"You got it all?" he asked.

"Every last word," she nodded.

Gene couldn't help but notice her jaw tightening as she took a deep breath. "Hey, I'm sorry about that," he whispered, moving over to her and folding her into an embrace. "I know it wasn't easy to watch baby…"

"I know but if it will help Paul… I'm just thankful that bitch walked out when she did…"

"Mm hmm, so am I."

"Are you? You looked like you were having a lot more fun…"

"I know, and I really am sorry," Gene said with a look of genuine apology. "And you know what… it's a shame to let this hotel room go to waste…" "You are awful!" she groaned as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Laying her down he pressed a deep hungry kiss to her lips before laying on top of her.

"I know. Let me show you how sorry I am…" He undressed her slowly, licking and kissing each new part of flesh as he exposed it. When she was finally naked under him, he rose long enough to rid himself of his own clothes. He then lay back down on top of her and kissed her hungrily, his tongue mingling with hers. HE worked his way down, teasing her nipples slowly with his tongue, while reaching down between her thighs to softly stroke her wet core. Terri bit her lip to hold back her moans, but she couldn't, and she arched up against his hand as he stroked her most sensitive part.

"Oh, yeah, you like that, huh, baby?" he whispered with a lick to her ear. All she could get out was a soft whimper, pleading for more. Gene worked his way down her body, then kissed the inside of her thigh. He looked up at her with a wicked grin on his face, fully knowing what he was doing to her. When she finally felt his tongue where it pleased her most, she almost cried, it felt so good. She moaned and bucked against him. Gene then moved up and entered her with one swift stroke, making her gasp. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her as he thrust slowly , but hard. He felt so good, and she didn't want him to stop. She rolled them over so she was straddling him, and began to ride him hard, moaning when she felt his fingers on her most sensitive spot. She came then, screaming his name. "That's right, baby, tell me how good it feels.." he said as her moans came louder and louder. He rolled them over again and pounded into her full force, sending them both into a mind-shattering climax. He lay there on top of her for a moment, to catch his breath and then moved, pulling her to him and kissing her softly.

"Well, what do you say? Did I make it up to you?" he whispered in her ear. "More than enough" she whispered back, kissing him again and rolling him over on his back...

Ivy sat at her computer, pondering her next move. She had almost made it with Gene, but then of course her "good girl" image had to take over and remind her that she was still under her parents' thumbs. She cursed softly. She had kept herself aloof the last two days, after the hospital scare with Liz as she always did, to keep form being suspected. She thought and thought of a way to get Paul alone, but by now she was sure he knew she was behind Liz's accident. Suddenly a light went on her mind, She had it! She quickly began to type an email. It hadn't been hard to find Paul's email address. She had sneaked into the building office once again and found it on his application where she had found his phone number. So much for secured files, she chuckled to herself. Luckily, her parents were away on one of their many "weekend getaways" in the Bahamas so they wouldn't be there to get in the way. She typed fervently and then she reread what she had typed. She planned to lure him to her parents second apartment in New York, where she was now. She had made up a false name and hoped he would buy it.

It didn't look to convincing, she thought, but just maybe it would work. All she could do was send it and wait.

***

later that afternoon....

Paul logged into his email program and immediately noticed the email. He opened it and read its contents. his eyebrows went up in confusion at first, until he had read what the meeting was about. Yes, he needed to get with those people anyway, Maybe it would get his mind off of all this chaos. He immediately replied and sent it back.

Just then, Gene walked into the room. "Anything interesting?" he said, looking over Paul's shoulder.

"Yes, actually, I have a meeting tomorrow in New York at noon. I need to catch a plane in a couple hours, but I need to let Liz know. Is she still sleeping?"

"A Meeting? For what?" Gene wanted to know.

"I have been needing to get with those people in New York about the play they want to write for me to star in, but I have not had a chance with all this chaos going on."

"I see. Well I am going to tell you right now that I don't like it, and if I wasn't needed here to watch over Liz while you go to that meeting, I would go with you. That email seems a bit fishy.." Gene stated.

"Yes, I know that, but I need to do this. I promise you and I will promise Liz that the first bad vibe I get I will head home. " and with that he left to go talk to Liz. She didn't take it very well at first, and had let him know she was scared for him. Paul reassured her with kisses and words that he would be alright. She kissed him and he left to go catch the plane to New York.

***

The next morning.....

Paul stepped off the plane and taxi he had called for to meet him was waiting to take him to his hotel. He got there quickly and registered in enough time to quickly go to his room and dress for the meeting. HE took a quick shower and dressed in his black silk Armani suit he had brought with him. He then slicked back his long curly hair and put it into a ponytail. He put on sunglasses and went back down to the lobby of the building. The same taxi returned and he was off to the meeting, not realizing the trouble that lay ahead. The taxi pulled up to the door of the building and the doorman let him in immediately, as if he had been expecting him. Paul wen to the elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse at the top..131 Park Avenue.

"Jeff stop being so damned nervous! All you have to do is out the powder into the drink as you are pouring it. Its not that big of deal. And at least ACT like you are an adult, ok?" Said Ivy as she straightened his tie.

"But what if this guy sees through this?" Jeff asked.

"Oh come ON.. he's a rock star for god's sake! you think he's going to notice that? "she said sarcastically.

"Well... you never know..." Ivy rolled her eyes. "Well, anyway...you'll do as I say.. remember baby, I got the goods on you..."she whispered before kissing his cheek. Jeff looked uncomfortably at Ivy. yes, she had the goods on him alright...and if she talked, he'd lose his entire scholarship.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Jeff started. "Better get back into the next room, sweet stuff while I work some magic..." he grumbled. He couldn't afford to let her ruin his scholarship if she spilled.

Ivy smiled and kissed him on the cheek again and sauntered off to the back bedroom. Jeff answered the door and almost lost his composure to se Paul standing there. He almost felt sorry for him. "Mr. Stanley, hello, I am Jeff Michaels," he said, offering his hand. Paul shook it and walked into the apartment and looked around the room. Nothing looked suspicious but he still felt like he should leave his guard up.

"Hello, Jeff, and please call me Paul. Well, lets see what you all have come up with." Jeff swallowed nervously.

"Um, Paul I'm going to have a drink, would you like something?" he said, walking over to the wet bar.

Paul nodded. "Yes, thank you, a glass of wine . "

Jeff added the powdered sleeping pills. He then took the drink over and handed it to Paul, swallowing the lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat.

"Are you ok?" Paul asked him.

"Yes, fine, I'm sorry, I have been ill." Yes, he was ill alright, ill for ever having gotten tangled with Ivy in the first place. Jeff had his back between Paul and the wet bar, as he swirled the wine around. His hands began to sweat as he turned with both drinks in his hands. It was all he could do not to drop the glasses his hands were so moist. Paul looked at his widened eyes and shaking hands. What was Jeff scared about? Meeting a member of KISS perhaps?

"Sorry, this is the first time I've dealt with someone of your celebrity status... Mr. Stanley. Here's your drink. It's Cabernet Sauvignon..." Jeff swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure as he handed the drink to Paul. "I am glad you could make it today," Jeff breathed, steadying his racing pulse. "As you know this is a big project... and we wanted the best celebrities to be involved in it..."

He could tell Ivy was in the next room, listening to his every word, and hoping and praying she would be satisfied... Paul took a healthy sip of the wine and they began to talk. He could still see that Jeff was jumpy but dismissed it as the guy was nervous. By the time Paul was almost finished with the drink, he was beginning to feel light headed. He figured the wine must have been extra strong or something.

Within 10 minutes, Paul was slumped over in the chair, sound asleep form the drugs and the wine combined. Jeff checked to make sure that Paul was truly asleep, and when he was satisfied, he knocked on the door to the next room. Ivy opened the door, and smiled triumphantly. "You see, that wasn't too hard, baby. now, help me carry him to the other room..."

"Wait a minute... I agreed to slip him the Mickey, but that was it..."

"I can't do it myself, honey, so you'd better help me with those big strong muscles or else it's the dean's office for you..." Ivy shook her finger at him. She took out a set of handcuffs from her bag, and reached behind Paul, bending his arms and latching the cuffs around his wrists. "What are you doing?" Jeff gasped.

"Tying him up. I can't let him get away..."

"Oh shit... this is nuts," Jeff ran a hand through his hair. "I can't believe....But...but...when the rest of the band notice he's missing, the police will be on us!" Jeff said, his voice cracking.

"Oh STOP it! You did as I asked and I wont say a word if you dont," said Ivy. Her voice sounded like the purr of a satisfied cat.

"But...but...when the rest of the band notice he's missing, the police will be on us!" Jeff said, his voice cracking.

"Hmm... well I will deal with that when it comes.." and with that, she pushed Jeff out the door and shut it behind him, locking it. She looked at Paul peacefully sleeping on the chair. Very slowly, she advanced upon him, licking her lips. This moment was one she wanted to savor, for Paul was all hers. Leaning over him, she reached for his slicked ponytail with eager fingers. Gently she pulled the hair band out and smoothed his dark mass of onyx curls out. Slowly she began to run her hands up and down the lapels of his fine suit. She couldn't resist brushing her lips to his, pressing a full kiss to those lips she thirsted for. There was only a faint exhalation in response, as her hands brushed over his chest, unbuttoning his jacket and spreading it aside.

"Now you're all mine. But I don't want you to miss a minute, so I'm going to wait for you to wake up, lover," Ivy grinned.

***

Meanwhile, back in California…

It had been a busy day at rehearsal, and already they were getting restless waiting for some word from Paul. Gene hung up the phone, grumbling to himself as all his messages went unanswered. "What's stuck in your craw man?" Ace asked him, as Gene slammed the phone down in the studio.

"Paul. He's not answering my messages, dammit…"

"I thought I was supposed to be the one who was late!" Ace cackled.

"Very funny," Eric called from behind the drumset. "but don't you think it's fishy that he hasn't said one peep since he got to the big apple?"

"You're right," Gene muttered. "Maybe he got delayed?"

Ace shrugged. "I mean hey, it's not like we're going on tonight…"

"Well we are going back on tour tomorrow," Gene grumbled, resting his hands on his hips.

"It's not like Paul to just not answer…"

Gene and the guys were not the only ones worried. For Liz, Christy and Terri all gathered together outside the studio while Liz updated Christy on the events of the last few days. It bothered Christy to see her fellow KISS fan in a cast and bandages, so it was important to be brought up to speed.

"What a psycho bitch," Christy shook her head. "I can't believe it… she was only 16?"

"She fooled Paul," Liz clarified.

"And it sounds like she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants," Terri muttered.

"Eww…" Liz shivered. "Can we talk about something else, please?"

"So where is loverboy?" Christy asked. Liz tossed her a grateful look of thanks.

Gene grumbled to himself. He couldn't get the idea out of his head that something was up with Paul. It wasn't like him to not even call to check on Liz. Suddenly it came to him.

"ACE!!!" He shouted making Ace jump up and come running into the computer room.

"Jeezus, Gene, must you wake the dead? " he cackled. The look on Genes face made him stop laughing. "Seriously man, what's up?"

"I want to show you something. Log into Paul's AOL account and go into his email. He has his password saved on my computer."

Ace did as Gene instructed and scrolled down until he found the email that Paul had gotten just that morning before he left for New York. Ace read it over. it didn't sound suspicious to him. "look, Gene, maybe he really did get delayed. Hey if he's not at the meet and greet we have tomorrow before sound check, I will do some net detective work ok?"

Gene nodded, but he wasn't satisfied. Eric glanced at both band members with concern. This wasn't good. It wasn't like Paul to just up and give Gene the silent treatment. Something was fishy here, and it wasn't the tuna that Ace had leftover from their takeout lunch!

The girls walked over to the computer to see what Ace was up to. Ace looked up to see Liz almost crying. "To answer your question, Christy, Paul is in New York. He got an email this morning about a meeting. And that's what's got me so worried. he would have called by now..." she looked away.

The three women had joined the guys by now in the studio. Ace held his arms out to Christy, giving her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek, while Terri strode over to Gene and slipped her arms around his back. He seemed pensive, chewing his lip while he glanced at Ace's laptop.

"What's wrong? You think something's happened to Paul, is that it?" Christy whispered, laying her head against Ace's shoulder.

"Haven't you guys heard anything else?" Terri asked them both. Gene and Ace turned to look at Paul's girlfriend, who buried her head in her hands.

"I'm sorry baby, we haven't heard shit," Gene sighed. "We thought you might have…"

"No way, I haven't heard from him since yesterday when he called me and told me he'd gotten to New York!" Liz despaired. Terri moved over to her and lay an arm around her shoulders.

"That sucks," Christy sighed. Gene rested a hand on Liz shoulder, as Terri continued to hug her close.

"Isn't there something you can do to find him?" Liz asked, looking up at Gene with tearstained eyes.

Gene, Ace and Eric walked into the hotel lobby with the girls on their arms. Since this was a meet and greet, Terri, Liz, Christi, and Shandi had wanted to look good for their guys, especially Liz because it seemed it had been forever since she last Saw Paul. They all wore dresses, not too sexy, not slutty, but nice. Terri wore an off the shoulder red mindress with black spiked heels and Liz had opted for a lacy purple minidress with a special purple bra to go under it. She had wanted to look extra special for Paul, and she really hoped he showed up. Christi picked out a nice silver lame' dress that nearly knocked Ace right out of his platforms when he saw her in it. Shandi chose a tight black off the shoulder mindress and thigh-high, black platform boots, the likes of which would make Eric look twice. Liz still moved on her crutches, looking anxiously back and forth. Terri, holding onto Gene's arm, couldn't help but feel a sick feeling rise into her stomach. Gene felt her holding back, and turned his head to peer down at her.

"Hey, no need to be nervous, doll, you've done this before… " Gene assured her. Secretly in the back of his mind, he hoped Paul would show up miraculously at the last minute. They still had a little time before the autograph hunters would be let in.

"Sorry," Terri sighed. Just then, she forced a smile to her face like the rest as a bevy of reporters and photographers swarmed out. Ace posed with a thumbs up and a wink next to his girl, as Eric and his girlfriend stood on the other side.

"Let's here it for the bad boys!" Ace joked.

"But I'm not…" Eric got out.

"Where the hell is Paul," Gene muttered, shaking his head as he waved the photographers away for a moment. He grabbed Terri's wrist gently and looked at her gold lady's watch. It was already five minutes past the start of the meet and greet. The people were let in and some of them were already whispering, wondering where Paul was. Gene told a few of them that he was delayed and would be there soon...he hoped.

Next to Gene, Terri felt nervous, but extremely privileged standing where she was, and tried to avoid the jealous stares from the groupies, as did Christy and Shandi. It seemed strange to stand next to the Demon towering over her in those big bad boots and full costume and makeup, but she was used to it now, and rather liked how he looked in it. As did Christy, next to Ace. But this was serious! Where the hell was Paul? Gene pulled Ace and Eric over into a huddle, asking Doc to talk to the fans for a moment while they conferred.

"Okay guys, he's a no show. What now?" Eric asked.

"I dunno," Ace muttered, shaking his silver and white spaceman face. He pursed his blue black lips in thought while Gene frowned, his demon makeup twisting into a scowl.

"Maybe you could do something, Ace," Terri asked, looking at the Spaceman.

"Uh, like what?" Ace asked.

Christy stepped on his toe for a moment. She said, "Well can't you trace that email maybe?"

"Oh... uh... yeah..." he said with a slow smile and a cackle. "That was so obvious even Gene should have thought of it...."

"I'll pretend that I didn't hear that," Gene joked at him, giving a mock growl. even in the face of uncertainty they still managed to joke.

***

Paul groaned softly as he slowly stirred awake. His head was pounding. That must have been some potent wine. Last he remembered he was talking to someone about a project, but the rest was a blank. He tired to run over and noticed that his hands were tied to the chair with ropes and handcuffs. ~what the hell?~ he thought to himself. His eyes began to slowly focus and he saw that his jacket and shirt were open and that his hair had been taken down. This was too weird. Then he looked over just as his eyes were fully focusing and saw her..IVY..lightly dozing on the chair beside him. Paul started to struggle, startling Ivy awake.

"Well, well, lover. It looks like you are awake finally.." she purred.

Paul lunged against this bonds. "You sick little bitch, let me Go..."he yelled, even though his head was splitting.

"Ah, ah, ah....I've got you right where I want you, baby. You're all mine now. Your little girlfriend doesn't even know where to look for you."

"You little bitch.. I said fucking let me go! You almost killed Liz! You are a sick kid!" he screamed, struggling to get loose. No telling what she would do to him if he could not escape. Angrily he jerked his wrists again and again, straining against the ropes that bit into his arms. Dark eyes flared with rage, his teeth clenching. Cords groaned and strained, but still the ropes held. Yet the force of his bucking he slammed his hip against Ivy, catapulting her off the other chair. She thumped rudely to the floor.

Ivy braced her hands on the carpet and slowly pushed herself up off the floor. She shook her head and recovered her senses. What had just happened. Still Paul's screams rang in her ears. "That wasn't nice, lover," she scolded him, moving close to him on the chair. "The harder you fight, the sweeter this will be..."

"Bullshit!" Paul shouted. "How can you sit there and do this! I'll break you in two for this if I ever get loose you sicko!"

"Oh, you make me so hot going on like that," she said, and moved up, pressing a hot kiss to his lips to stifle off his cry. Suddenly she tasted blood on her tongue, and felt a sharp nip as his teeth sank into her lips. Drawing back she stifled her anger.

"You bit me!" She shrieked. "Why?"

"IF you have to ask that! Now leave me alone and let me the hell go, now!" he shouted right into her face. "Or else when I do get free I'll have the cops on you so fast that they'll lock you up and throw away the key!"

Ace sat down once again at his laptop and pulled up Paul's AOL account, via the AOL Anywhere they all used frequently. He opened the mysteriously fishy email and looked it over again.

"HEY GENE!" he yelled bringing Gene running to his side.

"You find something Ace?" Gene wanted to know.

"Well, maybe...but then again maybe not. Didn't you tell me this girls last name was Michaels?"

"Yeah , what of it? Gene shrugged. "Well doesn't it seem fishy to you that this email is from a Mr. MICHAELS?"

"Oh man... Ace trace that damned email NOW...I think that crazy bitch has got Paul! But don't tell the girls until we know, I don't want to be upsetting Liz."

"Making it so, man!" Ace announced. His fingers flew over the keys of the laptop, silver face wrinkling in concentration. Gene leaned over, and watched intently.

Eric grabbed Gene's arm, and pulled him back, "Uh maybe we'd better give him some space? pardon the pun?"

"Whatever, I just hope he finds out what we need to know," Gene grumbled. They were all in the hotel still, the groupies being kept away by the many KISS road security. A large suite had been given to them for their private use. In another room the girls were sequestered, trying to keep Liz calm while the guys fiddled over Ace's laptop.

***

Meanwhile... Paul continued to struggle against his bonds, wondering just what Ivy had in store for him besides the obvious. All those powers that KISS had in the comic books sure would have been handy. However, he was no super hero, none of them were Still he knew that the guys weren't dumb and that they would know something was up because of his absence. He was worried for Liz. He hated to see her upset, and he knew with out a doubt she was.

Suddenly Ivy walked into the room, having changed into a black leather teddy. She carried with her a small crop. "Now, "she said. "You'll do as I say lover. I'm in control, and there is NOTHIGN you can do about it."

Paul gritted his teeth and realized she was serious. She approached him, gently tapping the crop across her gloved palm. The gloves were long and black silk, extending to the tops of her elbows. His mind flew a million miles a minute. He had to find some way of stalling her, if the guys were on their way.

"What? are you doing?" he asked, glaring defiantly up at her with eyes as black as lumps of coal. His angry glare seemed to pierce her soul, and momentarily Ivy was distracted.

"You will be the slave, and I will be the master," she purred, regaining her composure. "What I say, goes?" she whispered, moving closer. The crop extended, tracing up his chest to just under his chin. She lifted his face up with the end, forcing him to look her in the face as she leaned close.

"What makes you think I'll enjoy this?" Paul demanded. "You can tie me up, and you can threaten me, but I will NEVER be yours?"

"We will see about that?" she laughed, sitting on his lap.

***

Back at the hotel, Gene and Eric heard ace shout, "AHA! GOT IT!"

"What? got what?" Eric asked.

"Do you know who sent the email?" Gene demanded, striding over on dragon boots. His hand sheathed in spikes clamped down on Ace's shoulderpad.

"I got it. It's been relayed off a whole bunch of places. But I think I know what server it was sent from? I did a bounce and a trace?"

"Forget the high technical talk Ace, and tell us what you figured out, already," Gene grumbled. "You know I can't abide that Internet jargon!" "Well, that email was sent form the computer of a Mr. Michaels living at the VERY same address that is in this email. I am guessing that not only is Paul there, but that crazy little Lolita is with him!"

Gene growled softly, dammit he'd been right all the time. They went into the other room to the girls and Gene looked at Liz a long time before he could tell her what was going on.

"Gene, spit it out already, I'm not made of glass," Liz said, starting to get anxious.

"Ok... well, we know that the email was sent form the very address that Paul was to meet this Mr. Michaels at today. Mr. Michaels, even though she only used his name to lure Paul there, is Ivy's dad...but something tells me mommy and daddy don't know their good little girl's gone bad. We are going to go bust him outa there but you and the girls are going to stay out where you're safe…"

"NO WAY Mr. Simmons! Not even... either I go with you, or I go face the bitch myself, but I AM going." She said firmly. The force of her words made Gene reconsider. After all, Liz had her own score to settle with Poison Ivy!

"Please Gene, she is right! WE all are in this together," Terri said firmly, striding up to Gene, and grabbing his hand. "You're not leaving any of us behind, Mister. Not if I have anything to say about it!"

It was laughable to see Terri, only five foot four and even though a few inches taller in her high heeled shoes standing next to the towering figure of the Demon. She rested her other hand on her hip, glaring up at him.

"So what's it gonna be, Gene?"

"Ace, they are right," Christy said, moving over to her love. "You have to take us along? even if it's just moral support?"

"Eric, please," Shandi said, moving over to him. Sighing, Eric glanced at Gene and Ace helplessly.

"Looks like we're outvoted four to one," Ace cackled, arm around his girl's waist.

Sighing, Gene looked down at Terri, and then to Liz. Fierce determination burned in their eyes. He knew they had to stick together, and they had to go quickly. Arm slipping around her waist, he relented, "All right babe, you win. But you stick to us, and stay outta the way?"

"Oh yeah? Well I say you try to keep outta our way, big guy?" Terri asked. Gene pressed a kiss to her to stifle off a protest, and grasped her hand in his. "There's no arguing with the girls!" Eric laughed. "Let's get the hell outta here and save Paul!"

Arm around Terri, Gene urged her out the door. He motioned to Liz, and then to the others, flagging down the road security to bring the limo around as they rushed to the elevator. Minutes later they sneaked out the back, bustling the girls into the awaiting limo. Ace pulled the door shut behind them, and the limo roared off into the city traffic. Gene called 911 on his cell phone and told the police the situation and what their plan was. The police agreed to back them up, but only after they had gotten inside and made sure Paul was safe.

The group pulled up to the spacious building and made their way up to the penthouse at the very top. They knocked on the door several times.

***

"Shit," Ivy thought, "I'll be right back, baby...don't you go anywhere" she said with a silly little laugh. Paul just glared at her.

"Who's there?" she asked before opening the door.

"Pizza," Ace said, disguising his voice and trying not to laugh. Ivy didn't remember ordering, but maybe Jeff had. She opened the door and the group rushed in before she had a chance to stop them.

Liz was on her instantly, grabbing her and twisting her arm behind her back. "Where the HELL is Paul?" she demanded.

"What the hell, you stupid little bitch, I don't know where your boyfriend is, but if you were any kind of girlfriend you'd know your self!" Her smile was smug.

"Tell us, or I'll let Liz rearrange your face," Terri growled, pushing her way forward and getting right in Ivy's face. "Or better yet, I'll do it myself!"

"Oh bite me, you bitch!" Ivy spat in her face. The grip on Ivy tightened as Liz twisted her arm, and Terri grabbed the front of her halter-top, yanking her close.

"I am sorely tempted," Terri shook her head. "I'm this close to wringing your little neck, if you weren't some poor demented child. Now… let's try this again. Tell us where Paul is, or else you'll regret it!"

"I don't think she's gonna make it easy for us," Liz snapped.

"I should leave you to my girlfriend's tender mercies," Gene said, trying not to laugh, but worrying about Terri and Liz. He moved over, and took Terri's shoulder. "But you're not worth it. Guys, start tearing this place apart till you find him."

"You wouldn't dare?" Ivy began, and fought against Liz, who still held her tightly. Gene, Ace and Eric began to tear the place apart, kicking open doors and tearing through closets, assisted by Shandi and Christy. Ivy squirmed and slammed her foot on Liz, who let her go. Before she could get very far, Terri grabbed hold of Ivy's slip and seized her. A hand flashed out and smacked Terri's glasses off her face. But Terri's fist flashed out and punched Ivy hard in the jaw in retaliation. The teenager reeled, and Liz pinned her to the wall with her body. Terri shook her head and spat blood. Shandi rushed over to help her.

"Nice left hook," Shandi said.

"She's not going anywhere," Liz laughed, and Shandi handed her a pair of handcuffs she had found, obviously part of the demented plan. They fastened the cuffs together, and Shandi and Christy wrestled her into a chair. Gene and Ace kicked at the final door to the back bedroom. They had heard anxious thumping and shouting from behind it. Backing up, both men charged forward and slammed their shoulder against the door. It broke free, sending both of them toppling over onto the floor.

"Paul!" Liz screamed, seeing her love straining against his ropes in his chair. "Liz! Thank God!" he cried as she hobbled to his side. Ace and Gene picked themselves up as Eric rushed into the room and helped to untie Paul's bonds. Terri had recovered her glasses, and moved over to help Gene and Ace up. Shandi and Christy still watched over a dizzy Ivy, who shook her head. The rest of the guys stood back as Paul took Liz in his arms and held her close, kissing her softly.

"You saved me, baby, thank you," he whispered.

"Why wouldn't I? I love you Paul," she said through her tears.

"I love you t--" He was interrupted by the sound of someone else rushing through the door. It was the police, followed by Ivy's parents.

Gene spoke for Paul, telling them and the officers what had happened. Ivy was screaming and squirming, trying to get away from the officer's grasps, and finally they had to put her in a straight jacket.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Stanley, we will see that Ivy get the help she needs," Ivy's father apologized.

***

Now that the band was whole again, the guys went on stage that night.

With the girls cheering them on, things were going to be ok.

6 months later...

She stepped off of the bus and onto Florida's sunny sidewalks, pushing her long red hair out of her face. To begin a new life. To get Revenge.

The End