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Queen of the Nighttime World Part 2

"My name is Matt and my friend here is Eddie," Eddie nodded in response, "We’re wanting to know if you sluts are Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons’ most recent banging posts."

Veronica and Terri stared at each other in disbelief and anger at the inquiry deliberating over a strategy of escape while the two men awaited a response….

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"Excuse me?" Terri asked in an exasperated tone.

"You heard." Matt replied giving her the once over.

"Yes, Matt, we did hear. We’re surprised anyone, especially two KISS fans, would approach the women in Paul and Gene’s lives and ask such a rude question. What’s your problem?" Veronica replied.

Eddie sneered and with a cruel smile addressed Matt, "Hey, Matt. I bet this is the one Paul’s bangin’. He likes the thin ones with huge tits."

Matt replied, "Yeah and this one’s obviously Gene’s bitch. He tends to like the large ones with life-threatening breasts."

"While I’m enjoying this riveting conversation, what the hell is your point?" Veronica sarcastically replied attempting to suppress her anger and the urge to punch these men.

"This is our point." Eddie viciously responded grabbing Veronica’s breasts as Matt did the same with Terri.

Terri punched Matt with her left hand leaving him bent over in pain. "You stupid asshole! You don’t waltz in here, walk up to two women, treat them with such disrespect, and then grab their breasts." At this point, Matt rose and Terri kicked him in the groin saying, "Get the hell outta here before I throw you out!"

"O-Okay, ma’am. I’ll get out of your hair." Matt replied holding his jaw while staggering outside.

Meanwhile, Veronica using a self-defense move she learned while studying for her BA, bent back Eddie’s hand away from her breast, stood, and slammed the pained man against the nearest wall bending his hand back further until hearing his bones snap.

"All right, motherfucker. You made a big mistake grabbing this woman’s breast. The only people possessing the right to touch these breasts are myself and Paul Stanley and honey, you’re a far cry from both!" Veronica yelled in his face, "I suggest you get the hell out of here before I break your other hand! And if I ever see you again, not only will I beat the shit outta you, but I’ll bring Paul and Gene in here as well to clean up the sloppy mess that’s left of you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes ma’am." Eddie said tears in eyes and pain in his voice.

"Good. I’m glad we understand each other" releasing his hand, "Now get the hell outta here!"

Eddie ran out of the room screaming in pain heading in the direction of the hospital.

Terri and Veronica looked at one another but before either could say anything, the few patrons in the restaurant cheered to which the women curtsied in response.

"Now that was quite an adventure and ordeal." Terri said shaking the hand with which she punched Matt.

"No shit! Terri and Veronica’s Big Adventure. Jeez!" Veronica added.

"I’d say we did a great job defending ourselves. Who needs men to jump to our defense and come to our rescue!" Terri exclaimed as she seated herself at the table.

"Yeah! However, I have a feeling I’ll get a lecture from Paul. I can just hear it now, ‘Oh baby why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come and done the ass-kickin’ for ya’" Veronica answered imitating Paul’s voice as she predicted his reaction.

Terri nodded adding, "Yeah and Gene will probably be so pissed and demand to know the guys’ full names so he can exact his revenge on them. Why would we stick around to ask?"

"Yeah really. Pardon me, sir, but state your full name before I annihilate your ass." Veronica joked laughing with Terri.

"Are you ready to go? I think we’d better get back. It’s not a good idea to leave those two unsupervised for extended periods of time." Terri joked.

Veronica smiled, "True, my friend. Like I said earlier, what would Paul do without me?"

The two women left the restaurant unaware Paul and Gene had learned of their incident with Matt and Eddie.

Terri and Veronica entered the lobby smiling and still proud of their strength and resourcefulness in handling the two men when they noticed Paul and Gene standing in the hotel lobby. Both men looked relieved, yet perturbed when they saw Veronica and Terri.

"Hi guys." Terri greeted.

"Hi. This is a nice surprise, but you and Gene didn’t have to meet us down here." Veronica said to Paul hugging him while Terri hugged Gene.

"Well we hadn’t planned on it, but we heard about you and Terri’s incident at lunch and wanted to talk to you about it as soon as you came back." Gene answered.

"How did you hear about it?" Terri asked.

"See, we sent a couple of security guards out to follow you," Gene said stopping Veronica and Terri before they could comment, "Now before you go calling Gloria Steinem, I must note that Paul and I have security guards follow us as well. Anyway as soon as the altercation occurred, the security guards rushed here and told us everything."

Gene paused before adding, "I’m so fucking pissed off at those assholes I could spit! Gimme their names! I’m gonna go kick their asses!"

Before Veronica and Terri had time to process Gene’s comment and respond Paul turned to Veronica saying, "Baby, why didn’t you call me? I could’ve come and saved you or at least helped you!"

After a brief silence, Veronica and Terri burst out laughing leaving Gene and Paul looking puzzled.

"What’s so damn funny?" Gene asked.

"Will you guys listen to yourselves? Jeez! You’re so damn predictable! We pretty much guessed how you’d react almost word for word." Terri exclaimed.

"Well, I still want those bastards’ names." Gene said.

Terri rolled her eyes, "Gene we have no idea. Do you honestly think we’d waste time stopping to ask two crude, disgusting guys their full names? C’mon, now, would you actually say ‘Excuse me. I need your full name before I beat you to a pulp."

"Okay, okay. You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. Besides, you girls did a great job defending yourselves. All that Xena and Wonder Woman viewing must’ve paid off." Gene answered embracing Terri who said, "It’s all right. I know you only had my best interests at heart."

"I’m still upset you didn’t call me, Veronica. I could’ve protected you from that asshole’s advances." Paul told her.

Gene rolled his eyes and pointed out, "Dammit, Paul! Drop the knight-in-shining-armor-coming-to-rescue-a-damsel-in-distress bit. The lady broke the guy’s hand and slammed him against a wall. I think it’s safe to say she had things under control all by herself."

"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Gene! Now, Paul, I appreciate your concern and wanting to help me. I really do. It shows you care, but I can take care of myself. You underestimate my physical strength. Don’t forget I literally threw you out of my apartment once upon a time and all the other times I’ve shown my physical endurance." Veronica answered changing to a flirtatious tone in the last part of her final comment.

"Okay. You’re right. I overreacted and I’ll try not to be so overprotective next time." Paul promised embracing Veronica.

"And I think I speak for Terri when I say that if we’re ever in a jam and need help, we’ll be sure to call you. Until then, don’t come rushing over to help or start playing vigilante, all right. Is that a deal? Are we all cool?" Veronica proposed and asked.

"Yeah, it’s a deal. I’ll tone down the vigilantism." Gene answered.

"Yeah, and I’ll try to quit playing the hero." Paul affirmed.

The four walked upstairs to their respective hotel rooms preparing for the night’s KISS concert.

Veronica and Paul waited for Gene and Terri in the lobby of their new hotel. The four had just arrived that morning, rested, then dressed for the charity ball they would attend at night. Veronica wore an emerald green, strapless dress that reached her ankles with a slit on the right side that extended to the middle of her hip with emerald green high heels. She wore her hair in a French braid and her jewelry consisted of silver hoop earrings, a necklace with amber stones and her usual rings. Paul wore a tuxedo with emerald green tie and cumber bund matching Veronica’s dress with his hair worn long and loose about him. The two seated themselves on a couch in the lobby, Paul with his right arm around Veronica’s shoulders and his left hand holding her left hand.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look this evening?" Paul asked.

"Not in the last thirty minutes." Veronica answered smiling.

"Well, Veronica, you look breathtakingly beautiful and alluring." Paul complimented as he planted a kiss on her left temple. He liked the way the green in the dress matched her green eyes and the way it accentuated her curves.

"After all these compliments you’ve showered upon me, you can do no wrong this evening." Veronica flirted. She gazed deeply into his mahogany depths wanting to swim in them forever. She liked the way Paul’s tuxedo, though a formal suit, accentuated his strong physique instead of hiding it.

"There’s only one problem, though."

"What’s that?" Paul asked concerned.

"I’m not sure how I’ll repay and reward you for them." Veronica flirted.

Paul seductively smiled and said before lightly brushing his lips over hers, "I’m sure I can come up with many ways."

At this moment, they noticed Gene and Terri enter the lobby. Terri wore an ankle-length black velvet gown with slits up the sides to the calves. The dress was sleeveless and slightly low cut and she completed the ensemble with a pearl bracelet and black platform heels. She wore her hair in a bun and her usual make-up. Gene wore a tuxedo with black tie and cumber bund with his hair in a ponytail. As the four greeted each other, Paul and Veronica rose from their seats on the couch.

"Don’t we all make a good-looking group?" Veronica complimented.

"Yes, we do. I love your dress, Veronica." Terri answered.

Veronica touching Terri’s arm said, "Thanks. I like yours, too."

"Are we ready?" Gene asked.

"Yes, I think so." Terri answered taking the arm Gene offered her.

"Then let’s go." Gene added with a smile.

Paul turned to Veronica, offered his arm saying, "You ready, my beauty?"

Taking his arm, Veronica nodded and beamed looking into his eyes both of them intently studying each other’s faces as they followed Gene and Terri to the exit.

The four entered the ballroom, seated themselves, then observed their surroundings. The large room consisted of a spacious dance floor where couples would dance following the elegant dinner. The band scheduled to play at the ball assembled perpendicular to the dance floor performing jazz songs, all instrumental during the meal and both instrumentals and songs including vocals during the dance.

The four ate their meal, listened to the awards given to charitable individuals devoting time and money to the Make a Wish Foundation who made it possible for terminally ill individuals to meet their favorite celebrities, and talked amongst themselves about a myriad of topics.

"Have you guys ever met someone through the Make a Wish Foundation?" Veronica asked Paul and Gene.

"Yes, we have and it was a rewarding experience." Gene answered.

"I agree. It felt good bringing a smile to someone’s face and knowing you put it there just from meeting them." Paul added.

"That’s so cool. I’m glad to know about that." Veronica answered impressed with their charity. Veronica decided to contribute to the cause and proceeded to write a check while Paul, Gene, and Terri followed suit. After they made their contributions, the announcement of the commencement of the dance was made beginning with an instrumental jazz song of a fast tempo.

Paul turned to Veronica predicting she’d want to dance, held out his hand and asked, "Veronica, would you like to dance?"

Veronica smiled and answered, "I thought you’d never ask." The two hurried to the dance floor and began swaying across the floor quickly, but with grace. Neither of them had formal dance training, but managed to hold their own on the dance floor.

Paul noticed Veronica laughing and asked, "What’s so funny?"

"I was just thinking how well we’re dancing considering you’re a straight man and I have the dancing skills of one."

Paul laughed aloud and responded, "I must agree with you that we’re doing well, but I wouldn’t say you have the dancing skills of a straight man. You’re a natural. You’re coordinated and have rhythm."

"Thanks, and actually Paul, you’re not doing too bad yourself." Veronica told him.

"Well, I’ve got you to inspire me." Paul answered gently pulling her closer to him adjusting to the slow tempo of the newly beginning Billie Holiday song, "Stars Fell on Alabama."

Veronica beamed and with a dreamy expression commented, "Oh, I love this song. It’s one of my favorite jazz songs."

"I know. That’s why they’re playing it." Paul confessed smiling eagerly awaiting her reaction.

"You mean you requested they play this song?" Veronica asked. Paul smiled and nodded, "Since no one ever plays it and you love it so much, I asked the band ahead of time if they’d play it and sure enough, they agreed to it. "

"Oh my God, Paul. I don’t know what to say." Veronica answered touched by his thoughtfulness.

"Wow. I never thought I’d see the day when you were speechless much less be the cause of it." Paul teased.

Laughing, Veronica said, "Well, it was very thoughtful of you to request it Paul. Thank you."

"You’re welcome. Anything to make you smile." Paul answered. The two continued gracefully traversing the floor enraptured in each other forgetting all else.

Meanwhile, Gene and Terri seated themselves after dancing and watched Paul and Veronica dancing. Terri moved her chair close to Gene who clasped his hand with hers.

"They look great out there, don’t they?" Gene commented.

"Yes, they look wonderful together on the dance floor. I can’t wait to see the look on Veronica’s face when Paul tells her he requested the band play that Billie Holiday song she loves so much." Terri answered grinning in anticipation.

"She’s an incurable romantic, isn’t she?" Gene noted.

"That’s an understatement. She’s the epitome of an incurable romantic. Veronica may be blunt, direct, and open about her sex life, but there’s more to her than that. She’s romantic and sensitive as well. Typical Gemini from what she tells me." Terri answered.

"As you know, I don’t usually believe any of that astrological shit, but Veronica’s definitely a true Gemini. And as a romantic, she’s perfect for Paul. I can see why they’re drawn to one another." Gene added.

"Good point. I guess those ballads he’s written and continues writing had to come from somewhere." Terri agreed.

"He’s a born romantic. Yeah, he’s had his groupies, but he’s a romantic at heart and I think Veronica’s awakened that sensibility in him." Gene said.

"Yes and he’s helped her open her heart and understand she’s not alone in her romantic sensibilities. She always had trouble letting others see that romantic side of her because she always felt others didn’t share those sensibilities, but Paul managed to convince her to open her heart to him and when she did, she realized she’d found a kindred spirit in him. It’s really quite a story." Terri explained to Gene.

Paul and Veronica moved across the dance floor to each song oblivious to their surroundings. They enjoyed dancing together savoring every moment of each dance. The two became so immersed in their dancing and each other that the two failed to notice the conclusion of the current song and the announcement of the band taking one of their breaks 10-minute breaks and continued dancing until Veronica felt a multitude of gazes on her and Paul. Veronica diverted her eyes from she and Paul and eyed the audience. She noticed a vast sea of faces trying to suppress laughter looking at she and Paul, then noticed the absence of the band from the stage.

She quickly turned to Paul whom she could tell by his facial expression had made the same observations and the two smiled while Paul laughed and Veronica giggled.

"Oh shit, Paul. What do we do now?" Veronica asked still giggling.

"Just follow my lead and go with it." Paul answered as he held Veronica’s hand and bowed to the audience while Veronica followed each bow with a curtsy.

The audience gave thunderous applause and roared with laughter as the two started making their way back to their table.

"How funny and embarrassing!" Veronica said laughing as Paul nodded and laughed with her.

"Yes, and you know Gene and Terri are never gonna let us live down this one." Paul noted.

"Oh, man. You’re so right. There’s no telling what they’ll say, especially since I’m the one with the big, sarcastic mouth. I have a feeling it’s gonna be payback time." Veronica answered. Paul laughed and walked with her to the table with hands clasped to find Terri snickering and Gene giving them his infamous Cheshire grin.

"Nice of you guys to join us." Gene told them, "Or is this just a brief stop until you get the urge to cut a rug during the ten minute break?"

"Yeah, guys. Good going. You didn’t make a spectacle of yourselves at all." Terri sarcastically added.

"Oh no, not at all. It’s a good thing we both enjoy the spotlight." Paul remarked as he and Veronica seated themselves.

"Yeah, and Paul’s quick thinking lessened the embarrassment level a little, although I get the feeling we’re not gonna hear the last of this any time soon." Veronica noted.

"You got that one right." Terri agreed as Gene just stared at his friends retaining his Cheshire grin.

"Oh, Lord. That Cheshire grin is never a good sign." Veronica observed to Paul.

"However as a fellow sarcastic cynic, I can dish it out and take it, too."

"You? Sarcastic? You’re not serious!" Paul answered in his own sarcastic tone.

Veronica smiled at him saying, "Good job at sarcasm, Paul. You’re a fast learner."

Paul laughed and complimented, "Well, I learned from the best."

As the evening progressed, both couples danced, drank, and laughed. Paul and Veronica endured the occasional snicker from others attending the ball and took it all in stride. They took their earlier embarrassing incident well, as well as Gene and Terri’s teasing, and did not let it stop them from enjoying the remainder of the evening.

Noticing the conclusion of the evening, the four returned to their table to collect their belongings before leaving.

As Gene pushed in his chair he looked at Paul and Veronica and joked, "The music’s over. Aren’t you guys gonna dance?"

"All right, Simmons. You’ve made your point. Now let’s go. Besides, Paul and I save dancing without music for the more embarrassing moments when we can make a spectacle of ourselves." Veronica joked back.

The four laughed as they exited the ball to return to their hotel…

At the hotel

Terri and Gene entered the hotel arm in arm followed by Veronica and Paul who walked in the hotel with their hands clasped. Paul squeezed Veronica’s hand and delicately brushed his lips over hers. When their kiss broke, they noticed Gene and Terri slowing their pace waiting for their friends to catch up with them. As soon as Veronica and Paul caught up with them, they noticed Gene and Terri stop dead in their tracks.

"What the hell?" Veronica stopping short when Gene suddenly turned to Terri, grabbed her by the waist and hand leading her across the floor of the lobby.

"Oh, Terri! I’ve got this sudden urge to dance!" Gene exclaimed practically jumping his odd dance steps almost yanking Terri’s arm out of its socket.

Paul heartily laughed while Veronica placed her hand over her mouth laughing so hard Paul had to steady her to keep her from falling on the floor.

"Oh my God! I can’t believe Gene! Paul, get out the camera. I’ve gotta have a photo of this!" Veronica exclaimed as Paul produced a camera from his coat pocket.

"Say ‘group sex!’" Veronica told Gene and Terri as she pointed the camera at them.

"Group sex!" Gene and Terri yelled as the former made faces rendering the irises of his eyes hidden and made a big, obnoxious grin.

Laughing Veronica said, "Thanks. You guys crack me up." She gave Paul the camera and said, "Well, I hate to bust up this party, but I need to get to bed and get out of this dress."

"Yeah, and I need to help her." Paul responded winking at Veronica then placing his arm around her waist while Veronica gave him a seductive look.

Gene and Terri smiled knowingly at each other then at Paul and Veronica and each said, "All right. ‘Night guys."

"’Night." Paul and Veronica answered as they headed for their hotel room.

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Paul sat in the chair waiting for Veronica to finish disrobing her evening gown. He’d taken off his blazer, shirt, and shoes wearing only the slacks and while he waited for Veronica, he daydreamed about their evening at the ball. He reflected on all that happened at the ball and the way Veronica looked in her dress and how she felt in his arms when they danced. Paul smiled in his reflections and wondered what was in store for him the remainder of the evening. He remembered Veronica’s flirtatious comment expressing a desire to repay him for his compliments to her and anxiously awaited her presence.

Veronica strode into the room with her hair loosened and combed out of its French braid wearing a short, silk emerald green robe covering only to the top of her thighs. She crossed the room to Paul sitting in his lap straddling him, placing her arms around his neck as his hands slid up and down her thighs then situated his arms around her waist.

"Did you miss me?" Veronica asked while moving Paul’s hair behind his shoulders and then tracing her fingers over his chest.

"Of course." Paul answered kissing her softly on the side of her neck. "I just have one question."

"What’s that?" Veronica asked as she ran her hands over his arms.

"What are you wearing under that robe?"

"I thought you’d never ask." Veronica answered slowly untying the sash on her robe and even more slowly and deliberately letting the robe slide off her shoulders eventually falling to the floor driving Paul crazy with anticipation and desire impatiently wanting to see what she wore underneath the robe. As the robe fell to the floor, Paul found Veronica donning a lacy teddy of the same color accentuating her breasts and hips.

"You like?" Veronica asked placing her hands at her sides on the arms of the chair.

"I, um, I, uh, wow." Paul stammered placing his hands on her thighs letting them wander up her stomach then cupped her breasts with his hands feeling her nipples harden under the material.

"I take it that’s a yes." Veronica responded smiling and fingering the hair on Paul’s chest. Paul responded by pulling her to him and claiming her lips in a deep kiss his tongue wrapping around hers in a sensual dance.

"Like doesn’t even cover it. Let’s just say it’s a good thing I’m sitting down because I don’t think I could walk." Paul said as Veronica felt his erection against her.

"Oh, I see. Well, this is just the beginning of our evening in Madam Veronica’s Pleasure Palace."

"Oooooh. I like the sound of that. There’s only one problem. I somehow feel a little overdressed."

"Well then we’ll just have to remedy that." Veronica proposed moving off of his lap then gently and slowly unzipping Paul’s pants casting them aside to lie with her robe leaving Paul stripped down to his underwear.

"Is that better?" Veronica asked standing in front of him between his legs.

"Y-yes. Much better." Paul answered, his eyes studying Veronica’s figure.

"Good. Now follow me," said Veronica leading Paul by the hand to the bed.

"Okay. Get on the bed and lie on your stomach. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere." Veronica instructed.

"I don’t plan on it. I’ll be here with balls—I mean bells—on." Paul answered. "I wonder what she’s got up her sleeve," he wondered.

Veronica reappeared in the room with two bottles in her hands.

"Massage oil." Veronica explained to Paul’s questioning facial expression as she traversed the room to their bed.

"You’re getting a full body massage tonight, Mr. Stanley," Veronica flirted as crawled on the bed next to him.

"Ah, that sounds exciting. Do you usually wear that outfit with your other clients, Ms. Lee?" Paul flirted sensing the slight form of role playing Veronica initiated playing along with her.

"I’m not allowed to disclose that information to my clients." Veronica answered.

"Aw, c’mon. You can tell me."

"Okay, well then no. Sometimes I wear even less…"

"Talk about a sexy mental image…"

With a smile Veronica asked, "Shall I begin the massage?"

"Be my guest," answered Paul as he remained on his stomach resting his head on his arms while Veronica straddled his back and opened the massage oil. She squeezed some oil onto her hands letting some of it drip directly onto Paul’s back the oil causing a tickling sensation on his skin.

As Veronica slowly worked her hands over Paul’s body, she and Paul continued conversing.

"Hmmmm, Mr. Stanley, I feel some tightness and hardness. I trust you have a way to alleviate and release the stress chemicals out of your body?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I’ve recently implemented the perfect stress relieving activity."

"And you do this on a regular basis, I hope."

"Every day without fail."

"I see. And just what, may I ask, does this stress relief entail?" Veronica asked continuing to work her magic on Paul pausing only briefly to replenish the massage oil.

"Well, I just take my pent-up stress and energy and channel it all into one outlet. I put all of me inside of it and release all stress chemicals from my body until the hardness and tightness disappears. It takes time, but it’s well worth it and fun, too."

"I see. Sounds like the perfect method." Veronica said as her hands traveled from his lower back to his bottom where she slid off the underwear and gently squeezed it, then reached under and briefly cupped his genitals with her hands. Paul responded to Veronica’s touch by reaching back to lightly brush her thigh, but Veronica placed his hand back in its former position under his head saying, "Uh uh. I don’t allow clients to touch me. I touch them."

"You mean you get to touch me, but I can’t touch you?"

"Precisely."

"That’s so unfair. You get to touch me, wearing that sexy outfit no less. What a tease!" Paul flirted.

"That’s the best part of the job," Veronica laughed, "I like feeling in control and on top of things." Veronica paused for a moment then said, "All right. I’m all finished."

Before she could move away from Paul, he turned over with ease with Veronica able to maintain her balance atop him, "Now, I think it’s time for your massage. Masseuses deserve massages every once in a while."

Veronica smiled, pulled the straps off her shoulders, moved her hair off of her back, and positioned herself on her stomach as Paul grabbed the tube of massage oil and slowly worked his own magic on her skin and muscles. He liked the softness of her skin and enjoyed gradually slipping her lingerie down little by little until he dropped it and she lay naked before him.

"Mmmmm. That feels good. You catch on quickly to massage therapy." Veronica whispered.

"What can I say? I’m a natural," Paul laughed, "By the way, you feel awfully tense and tight yourself, Ms. Lee."

"Well, when you’re used to alleviating the stress of others, you tend to take everything they offer you inside. I constantly hold them in my hands and take every bit of them inside." Veronica flirted.

Unable to contain his desire, Paul rolled Veronica on her back, pulled her legs forward and kissed her firmly and passionately wrapping his tongue around hers causing her to moan against his mouth.

When their kiss ended Paul huskily said, "I can’t contain myself any longer. I want you."

Veronica grinned and pulled him on top of her locking his lips in a mind-searing kiss while Paul cupped her right breast with his left hand feeling her nipple harden at his touch.

Paul whispered seductive phrases in her ear then began kissing each spot of her neck as she held onto his head then moved to claim her mouth again in a hot, passionate kiss causing both of them to moan against each other’s mouths. Veronica ran her fingers through his hair letting her hands travel over his body as his hands and lips explored her body. With each caress of her breasts, Veronica moaned in sensual delight as Paul suckled each nipple and kissed both breasts leaving no part untouched by him. As his lips made a trail to her soft folds, Veronica’s breaths and gasps became shorter and quicker. As he explored her femininity teasing it with his tongue then gradually penetrating each area causing her to scream, "Oh God, Paul!"

When her passion erupted, Paul moved over her fusing his face with hers while she placed the protection over his masculinity, fingering it while doing so. Paul began thrusting himself inside of her lightly and gently teasing her while she moved her hands along his chest, over his shoulders, and then stroking his cheek. Desire welled up within them as the thrusts increased in intensity while Paul constantly kissed Veronica his ebony mane forming a curtain around them and Veronica held onto his bottom pulling him deeper inside of her. As they reached the peak of their lovemaking, their moans increased in intensity causing them to shout their names and their love for another. When their lovemaking ended, the couple, their bodies and hair soaked in sweat, slid under the covers both of them speechless at the intensity of their passion. Once they regained the ability to speak Paul commented, "Wow," as he stroked Veronica’s cheek running his hand down her hip.

"My sentiments exactly." Veronica agreed kissing Paul lightly on the neck then flirted, "You gave me quite a massage."

"Well, I aim to please. Seriously, though, that was some of the best sex we’ve ever had. Wouldn’t you agree?" Paul asked.

"Yes, definitely. Practice doesn’t make perfect, it ensures perfect." Veronica remarked as she laughed with Paul.

The two continued communicating about their sexual relationship, the current experience and their sex life in general, before finding themselves spent from each part of the evening and sleeping soundly arms entwined.

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Paul awakened to find himself alone in bed and wondered where Veronica went until he heard splashing sounds from the bathtub. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and stretched before stepping out of bed and into his robe. Paul noticed the clock read 11am and realized he and Veronica had both slept long and hard from the events of the previous night.

"Hey, gorgeous." Veronica said as she came out of the bathroom in a one-piece purple bathing suit with a matching sarong and brown sandals.

"Hi there, beautiful." Paul greeted kissing her then feeling the warmth in her hair that remained from her hairdryer.

"Did you sleep well?" Veronica asked fingering the lapels of his robe.

"Like a log. You?

"Like a baby."

"So what is on our agenda for the day?" Paul asked sitting on the bed with Veronica at his side.

"Actually, Paul, I’d really like just to walk on the beach alone. I need some time to myself for a while for reflection and just time to myself in general."

"All right, sweetheart. That’s cool. Everything’s okay though, right?"

"Couldn’t be better. I just need some Veronica time for a little while is all."

"Hey, I understand. It’s healthy and natural to need and want time alone. I know how much you love to watch and listen to the waves. I just have one request."

"What’s that?"

"Promise that I’ll get some Veronica time a little later." Paul flirted with a grin.

"I’ll do even better than that. I’ll make it a standing invitation. Or should I say a lying down invitation?" Veronica flirted back briefly reaching into Paul’s robe touching his chest.

"Now you’re talking," Paul answered placing his arms around her waist, "but you better go before the day escapes you."

"Yeah, you’re right" Veronica agreed rising from the bed placing her sunglasses on her head and her cell phone and sunblock in the pockets of her sarong.

"And don’t forget to replenish your sunblock every once in a while. I don’t want that beautiful body of yours burning to a crisp."

"Don’t worry, Paul. I’ll take care of myself," Veronica answered smiling at his advice and concern, "I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Love you."

"Love you, too," Paul answered kissing her lightly on the lips, "See ya later!"

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Veronica walked along the shore with her sandals in hand feeling the warm, ocean water tickling her toes as the waves lapped against the shore. She felt hypnotized by the sight, sound, and touch of the ocean, which made her relaxed and mellow in contrast with her usual hyper and high-strung moods. Veronica stopped to rest lying in a beach chair reclining it as far as it would go. After removing her sarong, she started to lie down, but hesitated remembering to replenish her sunscreen before lying down and exposing her skin to the sun. She set the portable alarm clock she brought and set it to sound after thirty minutes of lying in the sun to signal time for her to switch sides and lay on her stomach.

"Isn’t that Paul Stanley’s current girlfriend?" Veronica heard a female voice behind her ask to her girlfriend in a low voice.

"Yeah, I think so. If she isn’t, she sure favors her."

"Nice to see he’s chosen a beautiful, yet real woman this time," the first woman said as she and her friend walked out of earshot.

Veronica smiled at the compliments she heard unbeknownst to the two friends. Before she could reflect on it any further, she noticed a second set of friends walking in front of her this time. The two bleached blonde, skinny women stood about 6’ in stature, donned string bikinis, with the top barely covering their obviously silicon breasts. She overheard a few men observing the womyn to their friends saying, "Those things are fake. Breasts are supposed to jiggle, not sit there like rocks!" Veronica found herself working hard to suppress laughter at the comments that mirrored her own thoughts.

"Don’t look now, but I think that’s the woman in Paul Stanley’s life these days." The first blonde said to her friend as they both tossed their hair and gave Veronica the once over.

"That redhead? You’re joking!" said her friend.

"I wish I was. It’s a real slap in the face that he’d choose her over us. Why would he want a woman with real breasts and hips and real red hair when he could have one with silicon, bleached blonde hair, and tiny hips?"

"Beats me," her friend shrugged as the two walked away from Veronica, but still continued their conversation about her.

At this moment, two young men appeared close to the same spot as the two blonde women and almost passed Veronica without comment, until one man nudged the other to stop and said, "Dude! I think that’s Paul Stanley’s girlfriend! She’s hot!"

"You’re not kidding there! He’s fucking lucky! I wouldn’t mind being in his shoes any day!" the second young man remarked as the two walked still retaining their gazes on Veronica until she was completely out of view.

That was all interesting. Paul’ll get a kick out of all this. Veronica thought.

When her alarm sounded, Veronica turned on her stomach and reset the alarm. Right when she was nearing sleep, she heard a voice address her, "Hi, Veronica."