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Queen of the Nighttime World

Veronica seated herself on a couch awaiting the arrival of a limousine to transport she and Paul to a restaurant at which they planned to meet Terri and Gene for dinner before riding to the airport for the first concert date on the current leg of the KISS tour. She wore a short, black, glittery dress with spaghetti straps with fishnet hose and black spike heels completing the ensemble. The form-fitting dress fell two inches above her knees while the low-cut top hugged her breasts accentuating her chest and hips. Her now long hair hung halfway down her back was worn loose with her usual make-up regimen of mascara, lipstick, and Chanel No. 5. After Veronica and Paul made up, they continued their relationship with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm and fervor as prior to the conflicts and while they still endured their share of conflicts like most couples, they communicated openly and honestly always resolving their problems with solutions equitable and conducive to the needs of both of them.

They eventually moved in together to an apartment in California where Veronica began attending Berkeley as a PhD student in English Literature while continuing her creative writing pursuits as a side project. She and Paul found themselves blissfully happy in their new home and when the spring term of school ended for Veronica and the recent vacation from the KISS tour ended, she would accompany Paul on tour during the summer.

After a few minutes elapsed, Paul entered the living room donning black leather pants, and a button down royal blue shirt and wore his waist-length hair loose with his silver hoop earrings. Veronica looked at Paul as he neared the couch ready to seat himself next to her. She lie on the couch on her side with her legs stretched out while she looked at Paul and remarked, "Hi there."

Paul studied Veronica’s form sprawled across their couch and said, "Hello yourself, gorgeous. You look stunning and sexy as usual." Paul sat on the couch next to her placing Veronica’s legs in his lap with one arm resting on her hip and the other touching her right thigh. While moving forward to get close to Paul she responded to his compliment with, "Thank you. Flattery will get you everywhere." Paul raised his eyebrows and smiled before they kissed passionately and deeply. The moment their kiss ended, the doorbell rang signaling the arrival of the limousine.

"Oh shit. This means I have to get up." Veronica said with a mock whine and a laugh, Paul joining her in laughing. "I guess we’ll have to continue this later."

"This among other things…" Paul replied with a sly smile.

Veronica and Paul slowly rose to answer the door smoothing down their clothes and hair before opening the door. When they opened the door, the limousine driver, Drew, stood on the other side ready to drive them to the restaurant.

"Hi, Drew. How are you?" Veronica said.

Drew smiled and replied, "Not bad and yourself?" Drew liked Veronica because unlike other women involved with Paul, she treated him like a human instead of a mere employee.

"I’m great and ready for vacation," she replied. She turned to Paul and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, I sure am." Paul answered. At this moment, Drew started picking up their luggage to load into the limousine. Veronica and Paul both helped him load the limousine and Drew smiled appreciatively at both of them. He enjoyed working for them and allowed the couple to help him with their numerous bags since they always insisted on helping him, but he usually responded by not allowing them/

"Thanks for the help." Drew said.

"Anytime. Thanks for letting us help you, this time." Paul told him with a smile.

As the last bag was placed in the trunk, Veronica and Paul seated themselves in the limousine ready to eat dinner with Terri and Gene.

Veronica and Paul eyed the crowd at the restaurant for Terri and Gene. After a short time, they simultaneously noticed Gene motioning to them near a row of chairs seated by the parties waiting for tables. They smiled and waved at Gene letting him know they found him and approached he and Terri who rose from her seat as soon as Gene told her he found Paul and Veronica. As they approached their friends, they noticed Gene wore black leather pants, a light blue denim button down shirt, and an ankle-length black leather jacket. He wore his usual jewelry with his hair pulled back in a long ponytail. Terri wore a knee-length black skirt with a silk mint green blouse that was neither formfitting nor baggy with black platform sandals and her hair held back by a hairclip in a French twist. The friends greeted each other and seated themselves before engaging in conversation.

"So why are we here waiting? I thought you made a reservation, Paul." Veronica inquired.

"Yeah, I did make a reservation. What happened? Did they tell you guys anything?" Paul asked Gene and Terri to which both Gene and Terri rolled their eyes before Terri said, "Yes, but we were told we’d have to wait because our table is unavailable at this time."

Veronica raised up and looked in the dining area. She noticed a vacant table for four mere yards away from them.

"What about that table over there? It seats four." Veronica observed. Gene gave her a knowing glance and with an aggravated tone replied, "Well you see that prick over there?" Veronica followed her gaze to where Gene pointed and noticed a slight man of approximately 22 years old standing at the podium conversing with other patrons who appeared miffed at his pretentious personality. He often threw his head back in laughter and enjoyed the position of power resulting in the patrons wanting to dine at the restaurant badly enough to wait inordinate time periods for tables.

"The idiot laughing like a hyena? Yeah, I see him." Veronica replied.

Gene laughed before telling her and Paul, "He told Terri and me the restaurant assigns specific tables to specific parties and we must not deviate from those designations!" Gene imitated the man with a high-pitched voice and gesticulations audible to other patrons who snickered knowingly at his imitation.

Paul replied, "Aw shit. Why the hell do we always run into these idiots?"

An indignant and angry Veronica replied to Gene’s answer to her question, "That is such bullshit! I’m gonna take care of this right now!"

The other three exchanged questioning glances and Paul asked, "Oh, man. What are you gonna do?"

"I’m getting us a table." Veronica said before pointing to the table she previously mentioned, "That one over there to be exact." She started toward the podium stopping briefly to say, "You’re all welcome to watch if you want."

"You know I’m there, babe." Paul replied

"I’m game." Terri affirmed.

"Me too. I’m anxious to see what amazing feats she’ll do to get us seated." Gene answered.

As they reached the podium, they found the host with his head down perusing the chart of available tables. Veronica approached the podium with Paul, Gene, and Terri standing close enough so they could see and hear the conversation ensuing between the two, but far enough so as not to interfere with the conversation.

"Excuse me." Veronica said to the host who answered in a monotone without making eye contact, "Yes."

Veronica responded, "First of all, could you please do me the courtesy of looking at me while I’m speaking to you."

The man groaned before making eye contact ready to feed her a line regarding his busy workload at the moment and how she must wait her turn like the other patrons.

"Look, ma’am, I’m really busy. Could you please wait----" he said stopping short when his eyes reached Veronica’s face and body.

"Well, hello. How can I be of service to you?" he asked giving her the once over.

Veronica grinned and answered in a damsel in distress tone, "You see, my friends and I have an 8 o’clock dinner reservation for four."

"Hmmm hmmm," he replied with a dreamy look in his eyes.

"And well, you told my friend over there" she pointed at Gene "that our table was not available."

"Yes?"

"Well, sir, I couldn’t help but notice you have a table for four available over there," she continued as the host directed his gaze to where she pointed.

"Yes, lady, I see where you’re pointing and we have a policy stating we must adhere to table assignments the moment of reservation and that particular table is reserved for someone else." He answered still looking at the table. As he finished speaking and turned to Veronica awaiting her answer, Veronica propped her breasts on the podium placing her arms under them for cushioning support on the surface. He failed to hide his shock and flustered feelings at noticing Veronica’s cleavage and breasts.

"Aw, c’mon. Can’t you just bend the rules a little?" Veronica questioned smiling the whole time and fingering the necklace around her neck.

"I-I" dropping his paperwork then bent to retrieve it "I can’t deviate from the table designations." He could no longer hide his powerlessness to Veronica and her flirtatious, damsel in distress tone.

"Oh, I’m sure a man in your powerful position can bend the rules just this once for me." Veronica entreated all the while smiling and touching her necklace and skin above her breasts and leaning closer to him as she uttered "for me."

"Well, all right. Since you’re a big-breasted, I mean, big-hearted young lady, I guess I can make an exception." He said.

"Thank you, sir." Veronica replied with a wink.

"Right this way." The host said gathering menus and walking to the table.

"C’mon guys." Veronica said motioning to her shocked party fighting back laughter.

The foursome seated themselves and the host stated eyeing Veronica the whole time, "Here’s your table and drinks are on the house tonight. Enjoy."

"Thank you. And we will." Veronica replied as the host returned to the waiting area.

Once the host was out of earshot, the four burst into side-splitting laughter causing the other patrons to stare at them smiling at the enjoyment experienced by the four.

Placing his hands on the table, Gene exclaimed, "Did you get a load of the expression on the guy’s face when she propped her breasts on the counter? I thought he was going to bust a nut!"

The four continued laughing while Paul turned to Veronica exaggerating the gestures and facial expression of the host while repeatedly moving his eyes wildly from her eyes to her breasts saying, "Since you’re a big-breasted, I mean big-hearted lady, drinks are on the house tonight." After they all finished laughing, Paul smiled at Veronica, squeezed her shoulders saying, "Thanks, babe. You make me proud." Veronica beamed and Paul gave her a peck on the lips. The server placed a complementary bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice on the table along with champagne glasses.

"Yeah, we definitely owe you one." Terri agreed. "In fact, why don’t we propose toast?"

"Great idea, Terri," Gene answered holding up his glass, "To Veronica the newest and best woman in Paul’s life. And if it wasn’t for her big breasts, we wouldn’t be where we are today." After laughing hysterically, the four clinked glasses and drank.

"You guys are so sweet. Thanks for the unique toast, Gene." Veronica said.

"Well it’s all true." Gene replied.

"I wasn’t expecting the free drinks. That was an added bonus, so you guys better drink up tonight." Veronica jokingly scolded.

"No complaints here" Terri said, "You know me and my beer."

"Amen to that! You know I always love a good beer or a little Southern Comfort." Veronica answered as Terri nodded knowingly and then laughed.

"I must know something though, Veronica. What’s your secret besides your beauty? It took more than just T&A to get him to change his mind and submit to you." Terri asked and pointed out.

"First of all, thanks for the compliment. To answer your question, it’s all about attitude—"

"And you’ve got plenty of that" Paul interjected with a smile squeezing Veronica’s shoulders with the arm he placed across them.

Laughing Veronica continued, "True, but with most men, all you have to do is let them think they’re powerful and smart. You know act like they’re the smart, strong man and you’re the damsel in distress and they’ll crawl across a path of hot coals with broken glass on it if that’s what you want, especially men like that one who have a false sense of authority and power."

They all nodded in agreement while Paul added, "You’re so right, Veronica. You hit the nail on the head about men. You weren’t supposed to figure that out." Paul smiled when he uttered the last sentence of his comment.

Gene added and joked, "Yes, I agree. It’s just too bad now that you know we’ll have to kill you. We men can’t let this secret out."

"Oh, no. You might try and kill me. I feel so threatened and worried. I just don’t see how I’ll sleep tonight." Veronica responded with drama and sarcasm as they all laughed at the comments made in the conversation.

The four continued their conversing as they ordered, ate their meals, and sipped on after-dinner drinks. Their conversations ranged from the upcoming KISS tour to Terri’s screenwriting endeavors and Veronica’s PhD work and teaching fellowship. Veronica and Gene talked extensively about the latter swapping stories about students, grading literary and composition papers, and interacting with the students. The two found a seemingly unlikely friendship in each other when they realized they shared much in common including their teaching experiences, English degrees, and direct, open personalities about their feelings and personal experiences. When they reached differences in opinion, they agreed to disagree and communicated openly with one another. This friendship especially pleasantly surprised Veronica who valued her friendship with Gene as much as she did her friendship with Terri. For Gene, it was the first real friendship he engaged in with a woman in which he did not possess the inclination to ruin it with sexual relations and it was the first real friendship Veronica had with a straight man where sexual tension didn’t loom in the air and she could relax and be herself.

As the four finished their drinks, Paul noticed the host passing by their table seating other restaurant guests. He nudged Veronica with the hand he had rested on the back of her chair, leaned over and joked, "There’s your boyfriend," to which Veronica responded with a playful shove and a "Shut up. He is not." Paul grinned like he tended to do when he joked with Veronica. They both enjoyed teasing and joking with one another and responding with mock indignation to their jokes. It was a way of flirting with one another and keeping the relationship fresh and new as well as an outlet through which they could show affection to one another.

Veronica resumed her conversation with Gene and started to ask, "Gene, when you taught did you have problems----"

"There he is again." Paul interjected to Veronica.

"Who?"

Veronica rolled her eyes and before winking at Gene and Terri said, "If someone doesn’t shut his mouth and let me continue my conversation with my friends, that man may end up being my boyfriend." Gene and Terri snickered in response while Paul replied with the hint of a smile, "Nah. He’s not your type."

Veronica gave him a sideways glance and responded, "How do you know he’s not my type. I may have a fetish for whiny, pompous, wimps who laugh like hyenas that you haven’t discovered until now."

Trying to stifle a laugh Paul replied, "Ah, but I know you all too well, my dear."

"But you don’t know everything about me. If you did, it would make it difficult for me to retain my identity as a woman of mystery and where’s the fun in that?" Veronica joked back facing Paul as she spoke.

"You’ve got a good point, there. I do enjoy unraveling a good mystery, especially a red one wrapped in fishnets." Paul answered with a mischievous grin while Veronica returned his smile and stroked his hair.

At this moment Gene noted, "Well don’t look now, but it looks like the red goddess is about to encounter another suitor vying for her affection and attention."

They all directed their gaze toward a young man of approximately eighteen years of age approaching their table. He wore a gray, three-piece suit and his hair in the style of a crew cut. Once Veronica saw him, she laughed and responded, "Oh, he’s not a suitor. I know him."

"Who is he?" Terri asked. "No offense, Veronica, but he looks awfully conservative to be someone you spend large quantities of time with."

"Don’t worry, Terri, I haven’t gone to the dark side of the force." Veronica answered. "He’s one of my students. His name is Jared Thompson, as a matter of fact."

"Oh, I see. Makes sense, now." Terri responded.

"One of your students, eh. Need I be jealous?" Paul joked.

With her face and disgust and stifling a laugh Veronica answered, "Oh God, no!"

"So there’s no need for me to hum the song "Mrs. Robinson?" Paul asked.

"No, I don’t believe that’ll be necessary." Veronica told Paul as she gave him a playful look.

As the young man neared the table, Paul began humming "Mrs. Robinson" with Gene and Terri joining him.

Veronica looked at them failing to suppress her laughter, "Shut up. That’s not funny."

"Then why are you laughing?" Paul said.

"Oh, shut up, smart ass." Veronica reprimanded as the friends joined her in laughter.

Jared arrived at the table, glanced at Paul, Gene, and Terri and greeted, "Hi, Veronica."

"Hi, Jared. How are you?"

"I’m good. Just hangin’ out and eating with my family tonight. I see you’re very charitable and less discriminating in the company you keep, though." Jared replied once again giving Paul, Gene, and Terri the once over unashamedly looking at them with disgust.

"And what exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Thompson?" Veronica asked raising her voice with an angry tone.

"Oh shit. Mt. Veronica’s about to erupt." Paul thought.

"You know. I didn’t realize you hung out with guys of the dirty longhaired hippie sort or any of them liberated female types. Aren’t you worried someone will see you?"

"First of all, Mr. Thompson, it’s those ‘liberated female types’ not ‘them. Secondly, as one of those ‘liberated female types’, I take offense at your remarks. Not that any of this is your business but the gentleman to my right, the gentleman to my left, and the lady sitting diagonal from me are my dates for the evening." Paul, Gene, and Terri each nodded when Veronica pointed at them.

Horrified Jared exclaimed, "But she’s a woman! And these guys are long-hairs!"

"Well knock me over with a feather! What astute observations! I never would’ve figured those out on my own!" Veronica exclaimed.

"So these people are all your, your…" a horrified Jared stated.

"Boyfriends and girlfriends? Yes, Jared they are. Not that this is any of your business either but since you’re just dying to know and since I’m not a complete bitch, I’ll tell you just how it works. See, they each alternate nights spent with me. The first night it’s this handsome gentleman to my right, the next is the lovely gentleman to my left, the third is this pretty lady, and the fourth, well, I just get an all-out gangbang. Arm, legs, hands you name it all over the place!" Veronica exclaimed emphatically waving her hands in the air in mock excitement.

"I-I had no idea you were into this immoral activity," a shocked Jared answered with eyes widened.

"Well you learn something new every day, don’t you? That’s more than I can say for you in class." Veronica answered.

Noticing Paul’s arm on Veronica’s chair, Jared asked with disbelief, "If your story is true, how come he has his arm around you like you’re his girlfriend or something?"

Veronica placed her right hand by her left cheek as if to keep Gene and Terri out of earshot, "Well, don’t tell those two, but he’s my favorite. I just don’t want to hurt their feelings and risk losing this thing I’ve got goin’ here."

"I had no idea, ma’am. Uh, will this affect my grade?" Jared asked worrying all his efforts in improving his grades all proved futile due to his rudeness.

"Well, Mr. Thompson, I’ll have to think about it. You’ve worked hard to improve your grade, but from where I’m sitting right now, it doesn’t look good. I was considering rewarding you with a higher grade for your effort and determination for improvement, but I don’t know now. I may have to reconsider my decision." Veronica told him.

"W-when can I find out?" Jared stammered white-faced and scared.

"I believe the university will send the grades in two or three weeks." Veronica stated.

"You mean I have to wait three weeks for my grade!" Jared exclaimed.

"Don’t sweat it, Jared. Waiting is good for you. It builds character." Veronica answered.

"Aw man. I guess that’s fair. Have a good evening, Veronica." Jared said.

"Bye, Jared." Once Jared was out of earshot, the four laughed hard and loud at all that transpired between Veronica and him.

"Oh my God! I can’t believe you said all of that, Veronica! Are you really going to change his grade because he offended you?" Terri asked.

"No, but he doesn’t know that. That’s a much greater punishment than lowering his grade. You know him waiting in agony for three weeks to learn his fate is much more tortuous." Veronica replied.

"I like your style, Veronica," Gene said, "I especially liked the ‘and on the fourth I just get an all-out gang bang.’ That was beautiful and classic. Well done. I couldn’t have said it better myself."

"Why thank you. I take that as a compliment coming from you, Gene." Veronica answered.

Terri complimented Veronica saying, "Your sarcasm is great and knows no bounds, Veronica. You really stuck it to him! I just don’t see how you could fabricate that story without bursting into laughter. You were very believable."

"You’ve made me proud once again. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, especially when you mentioned arms, legs, and ‘you name it’ all over the place. We definitely owe you two, now. I think I speak for all of us when I say thank you for standing up for yourself and us. You didn’t have to do it." Paul told her.

"You’re welcome, but you don’t need to thank me. I wanted to do it. That guy made a big mistake insulting my friends, my boyfriend and me. It’s one thing to insult me, but to insult those dear to me is another story. No one gets away with that without having to face the consequences!" Veronica answered. "Sorry guys. I didn’t mean to get on a tangent."

"Hey, it’s okay. You’re entitled." Terri reassured.

"Thanks for understanding." Veronica said.

"Well, guys, I hate to end the party, but it looks like we’ve got a flight to catch," Paul said, then turned to Veronica and asked, "unless there’s someone else you need to verbally annihilate?"

Veronica joked, "No, I think that’s all for today."

"All right. Then let’s go." Paul answered placing the money and the bill on the table it being his turn to pay.

Gene and Terri rose exited the restaurant Terri taking Gene’s arm while Paul and Veronica exited with their arms around each other.

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Veronica and Paul entered their spacious hotel room, which resembled an apartment more than a hotel room with its huge bathroom, balcony, and living room. The two placed their luggage on the luggage rack before settling in the bedroom. Once they reached the bedroom, Paul stretched his arms and yawned while Veronica slipped out of her high-heels and commented, "It’s so nice to be out of that damn plane! I thought we’d never get here!"

"I know, me too," Paul agreed, then asked "Do you not enjoy flying?"

"Oh, I don’t mind flying. I’m just glad I finally have you all to myself to do with as I please." Veronica flirted grabbing the waistband of Paul’s pants pulling him closer to her then moved her hands to his shirt slowly unbuttoning it leaving a trail of kisses after each button was unfastened. Paul moaned in delight at each movement of her fingers and lips sliding over and touching his skin. Veronica then slid his shirt off his shoulders watching it fall to the floor leaving him standing shirtless before her then paused looking into his eyes causing Paul to question in a breathless voice, "Why did you stop there?"

"I thought maybe you were too tired from the flight for me to go any further." Veronica teased in a mock innocent tone.

Paul noting the mischievous grin emerging on her face responded to her teasing by pulling her and holding her to him kissing her long and hard with his tongue teasing and dancing with hers while his right hand unzipped her dress and after letting the dress fall to the floor, his left hand slid under the waistband of her garter belt loosening it to add it as well as her black lace panties to the pile of clothes on the floor. Veronica slid her hands up and down his chest then removed his pants after which she gripped his firm ass then removed his underwear before traveling to massage his erection.

When their kiss broke, Paul eased her onto the bed placing himself on top of her his hair tickling her bare skin. He resumed kissing her while Veronica sat up placing her arms around his neck ready to assume a dominating role by wrapping her legs around him, but Paul paused gently pushing her onto her back whispering in her ear, "Relax. Let me love you." Veronica responded with a dreamy sigh the desire in her eyes mirroring the desire in Paul’s eyes. She acquiesced to assuming the more submissive role since their relationship was one in which both partners willingly switched roles in order to offer the other intense euphoria knowing this time, Paul wanted to assume the dominant role and shower her with sensual pleasure.

Paul kissed Veronica while she ran her fingers through his hair as his hands wandered to her breasts and nipples, which he caressed slowly and softly his lips and tongue soon joining them so Paul could give each breast equal attention. Veronica gasped in pleasure eagerly anticipating each caress and kiss her body aching for him immediately to make love to her. Paul, unable to suppress his desire, positioned himself above her meeting her gaze pausing briefly to place the protection over his erection. His thrusts began slow and soft gradually becoming harder and faster as Veronica moaned Paul’s name with each thrust. She held onto his ass pulling him deeper and completely inside of her as the rhythm of their bodies caused them to soar to unlimited heights of pleasure. With each thrust, Paul echoed Veronica’s moans with his own as both of their moans gradually crescendoed to shouting their names as they climaxed.

At Veronica’s bidding, Paul remained inside of her for a short while before lying on his side next to her. Veronica was lying on her stomach watching him then moved closer to him to keep warm. He looked at her then ran his fingers over arm while she said, "I guess it’s safe to say you weren’t too tired to embark on another flight with me." She and Paul laughed then she softly, but fervently kissed him then hugged him burying her nose in his mass of ebony curls while he held her inhaling the combined scents of her shampoo and perfume.

When their embrace ended, the two simultaneously wiped the sweat on their brows resulting from their intense lovemaking and laughed when they noticed their actions mirrored each other.

"While I don’t mind flying Delta and the fatigue from that, I must admit I prefer flying the friendly skies with you." Paul flirted and chuckled realizing the campy nature of his joke.

Veronica laughed and answered, "My sentiments exactly, in spite of your cheesy sense of humor."

The couple laughed again while Paul rose and pulled the sheets over them to enhance the warmth generated by their bodies. The two, spent from their passion, soon yielded to sleep with Veronica and Paul both lying on their left sides with Paul’s right arm wrapped around her waist holding her back against his chest.

Veronica roused from sleep noticing she and Paul shifted positions during their slumber leaving her on her stomach covers draped over her with her head on her pillow facing Paul who lay fast asleep on his side facing Veronica with the sheets covering only his knees. As Veronica studied Paul’s form her eyes slowly wandered leaving no place neglected by her gaze, desire awakened her senses rendering her hypnotized by Paul’s beauty. Her desire intensified the longer she watched him causing her to move closer to him kissing him lightly on the lips while holding his shoulder. Paul responded to her kiss by opening her lips with his tongue deepening the kiss and pulling her on top of him as he laid on his back.

When their kiss broke, Veronica moved her lips to his ear whispering seductively in it before kissing it and his neck. She moved placed her hands on his chest while her mouth claimed his in a passionate kiss causing them to moan into each other’s mouths. Veronica continued tantalizing Paul by kissing his chest and suckling his nipples causing him to sigh and moan in pleasure while Paul alternated touching her hair, massaging her nipples, and running his hands up and down her back. After leaving her trail of kisses at his stomach, Veronica straddled Paul placing her opening over his erection riding him slowly and gently then gradually increasing intensity during which the two kissed long and hard Paul caressing her breasts and nipples. Their bodies rhythmically rocked as their desire and passion increased causing them to shout their names. As they reached their climaxes, Veronica and Paul panted from their lovemaking. As they remained connected, Paul pulled Veronica closer to him breathlessly whispering, "I want to taste you." Veronica responded with a sexy grin knowing what Paul had in mind as it was in accord to what she wanted. The couple laid on their sides, Paul on his right and Veronica on his left side. Veronica rested her head on his right thigh and Paul did the same to her.

The two began slowly tantalizing each other Veronica licking the head of Paul’s erection and Paul licking the outer area of her opening. Veronica took him deeper inside her mouth gradually placing her mouth over him while Paul gradually licked deeper inside of Veronica leaving no spot untouched by his tongue. As his tongue darted in and out of her opening, Veronica’s mouth and tongue caressed and massaged his erection both of them still moaning as they reached the brink of euphoria. When their passion erupted, they savored the taste of each other before removing their mouths and tongues.

When they finished their oral pleasure, Veronica positioned herself next to Paul kissing him deeply and lovingly then placed her head on his chest with the sound of his heartbeat lulling her into a deep sleep.

A loud knock on the door awakened Paul and Veronica from their deep, peaceful slumber. "Who the hell could that be?" Paul asked as he pulled his arms away from Veronica, yawned, and then stretched.

"I don’t know. Do we have to answer it? Can’t we just ignore it?" Veronica answered yawning, "What time is it anyway?"

Looking at the alarm clock then directing his gaze at her Paul said, "It’s freakin’ 7am."

Veronica sat up in bed letting the sheets fall from her breasts exclaimed, "Fuckin’ shit! It’s the ass crack of dawn! This better be good."

Paul agreed and laughed as the knocking continued then sat next to Veronica on the bed touching her neck and shoulder saying, "I better get that. That is, if I can find my robe, since someone distracted me and kept me from unpacking."

"I wonder who that could be." Veronica joked.

Paul laughed as he found and donned his robe to answer the door. "I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."

"I won’t. Don’t be too long." Veronica responded pulling the covers over her body and lied back in the bed when she heard the door open and Paul conversing with someone. The voice sounded familiar to her and she heard Paul and the other person approaching the bedroom, but couldn’t place the other voice due to the early hour and though physically awake was still mentally sleeping.

Paul walked into the bedroom with Gene beside him then Paul sat on the bed next to Veronica while Gene remained standing next to the bed but in front of the couple.

"Good morning, Veronica." Gene greeted.

Veronica sat up in bed grumbling about to make a smart remark about her hatred for mornings when the sheet fell revealing her left breast. Quickly noticing her exposure, Veronica pulled the sheet over her breast slightly embarrassed saying, "Oops. Didn’t mean to give you a free peep show Gene," then paused before saying, "What am I saying? It’s not like you’ve never seen a breast."

The three of them laughed and then Veronica asked Gene, "So what the hell is this knocking on our door at the ass crack of dawn thing?"

"Well, Paul and I have to meet the rest of the band at a radio gig followed by signing autographs at a local music store," Gene answered, "which means we’ve gotta jet in an hour."

"But I thought we all had the whole day to ourselves until the concert tonight?" Veronica questioned.

"Gene just found out and told me about it, babe. It’s a last minute thing. I’m sorry." Paul answered stroking her hair.

"Oh, that’s okay. Don’t worry about it, Paul. You’re not on that short of a leash." Veronica joked.

The two laughed after which Paul yawned and stretched trying to wake himself for the day. In the meantime, Gene looked on the floor, did a double take, eyed Paul and Veronica with a sly grin emerging on his face.

"What?" Veronica and Paul both asked when they noticed Gene’s grin.

"Nothing. I just noticed the shitload of condoms in your trashcan. There must be about 7 or 8 of ‘em in there! No wonder you guys are so tired and cranky and she’s still in bed!" Gene remarked.

Paul and Veronica laughed while the latter said, "Oh, look who’s talking!"

"Yeah. Since when did you become a monk?" Paul jokingly added.

"Hey, I’m impressed! I’m not reprimanding anyone, just amazed and impressed at you two. Way to go, Paul and Veronica!" Gene answered. "I’ll leave you to get ready, Paul. See you in an hour! Bye, Veronica!"

"Bye, Gene!" Veronica said.

"I guess I better shower and get dressed, though I’d much rather stay here with you." Paul said.

"I know, but you’d better hurry. You know how Gene gets when he’s kept waiting." Veronica advised.

"Tell me about it. I’d invite you to shower with me, but then I’d not only keep Gene waiting, but I’d stand him up." Paul answered placing his arms around Veronica’s waist.

Veronica smiled and answered, "Well, we’ll have plenty of time for that later. Like you said, you better get showered and dressed now. When you come back, I want you to take a nap. You’ve got a show to perform and I don’t want you disappointing those fans." Veronica told him.

"Yes, ma’am. Just as long you get some rest while I’m gone." Paul told her.

"Don’t worry. I will." Veronica said then kissed him and Paul proceeded to get ready for the day.

Veronica answered the phone ringing on the nightstand next to the bed. After sleeping three hours, she felt refreshed and got dressed for the day choosing a pair of knee-length denim shorts and a white halter-top. She and Terri planned to eat lunch together at noon while Paul and Gene returned to take naps to refresh themselves for the night’s show.

"Hello." Veronica said.

"What are you wearing?" the person on the other end asked.

Recognizing the voice on the other end as Paul Veronica smiled and answered, "Chanel No. 5."

"Mmmmm. Sounds sexy. Anything else?"

"A sexy grin."

"What’s your name?"

Veronica hesitated and though before saying, "Mona. Yours?"

"I’m Sven." Veronica bit her lip from laughing when he said that.

"So, Mona, do you always tell strange men you’re wearing nothing but Chanel No. 5 and a smile?"

"Not usually, but you sound kind and sexy."

"Is that right? Well, I must say you sound sexy yourself."

"Thank you, Sven. If you play your cards right, you might get to see the wonder that’s Mona in person."

Veronica and Paul both burst out laughing after her final comment. "So, I take it I didn’t wake you, Mona." Paul said still laughing with emphasis on the word "Mona."

"I’ve been up and dressed for an hour, Sven." Veronica said still laughing and with the same emphasis on "Sven."

"Mona and Sven. We’re two sick tickets, Paul." Veronica told him.

Laughing Paul responded, "Yeah, that about sums it up since neither of us are anywhere near being a Sven or Mona. Anyway, I’m calling on my cell phone and I’m on my way back. Since you kept up your end of the bargain and slept in this morning, I’ll keep up my end of the bargain and take a nap. That is, unless you’d like to join me."

"Now you know if I joined you for a ‘nap,’ there wouldn’t be any napping going on and you need your rest. Need I remind you of tonight’s concert?" Veronica playfully scolded.

"I know. I know." Paul answered.

"Besides, we’ll have plenty of time for fun at the post-concert encores." Veronica reminded him.

"Yes, we will. So how are you going to occupy yourself while I nap?" Paul asked.

"I’m going out to lunch with Terri in an hour so you’ll be free from Veronica distractions."

"I see you’ve thought of everything. You’re no fun." Paul joked.

"I know, but someone’s gotta keep you line. And who better than me?" Veronica joked.

"Very true. I’d rather have a pretty woman like you keeping me in line." Paul flirted.

"So where are you now?" Veronica asked realizing they’d been on the phone for a while.

"Heh heh. I’m in the hotel lobby right now." Paul answered.

"You’re so silly. In that case, I’m hanging up." Veronica said laughing.

"All right, babe. Bye." Paul said.

"Bye."

At that moment, Paul walked into the room grinning at a laughing Veronica.

"Hi there, long time no talk." Paul joked aware of the cheesy joke.

"Oh, ha ha." Veronica answered in mock aggravation before hugging Paul.

"How did everything go?"

"It was all right. Same old same old." Paul answered sitting on the bed removing his shoes. "How long before you and Terri go to lunch?"

Veronica eyed her watch, " Right now, actually. It’s already noon. I better get going."

"All right. Have fun! I love you." Paul said giving her a hug and a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you, too, babe. Bye!" Veronica answered leaving Paul to rest before the concert.

Terri and Veronica seated themselves inside a Mexican restaurant. The two friends wanted a chance to talk and interact separate from Paul and Gene and chose to eat lunch together. They ordered their meal immediately after the lunch rush meaning they arrived as the lunch rush ended. The women found themselves one of three parties seated in the restaurant and enjoyed relaxing and talking to one another while perusing each woman’s recent creative writing endeavors.

"This looks great, Terri. You’ve done an amazing job. I like the strong female protagonist. It’s nice to see a woman holding her own in a script and it’ll be especially nice seeing this adapted onto the movie screen." Veronica told Terri.

"Thanks, Veronica. I appreciate that. I’m glad I can talk to you about these things. You’re always honest and encouraging." Terri answered, "Your story is poignant and engaging. Very introspective and creative. Even your minor characters are interesting and good feminist role models."

"Thanks, Terri. I, too, appreciate your honesty and encouragement." Veronica smiled appreciating her friend’s compliment and enjoying spending time with her exclusive of Gene and Paul.

"So I take it things are faring well between you and Paul, especially after Gene told me about the latex factory in your hotel room?" Terri asked wanting to ensure her friend remained happy.

After laughing hysterically Veronica answered, "They couldn’t be better. It’s so exciting accompanying him on tour! He got a taste of my world, now he’s letting me into his world. I never would’ve imagined this happening to me."

"I’m so glad to see you so happy. I know you and Paul went through hell to reach the point where you are in your relationship now."

"That’s an understatement. I don’t know what he’d do without me." Veronica joked as the two women laughed aloud.

"Well, Veronica, you’re not far from the truth on that one."

"How do you mean, Terri?" Veronica asked noting the serious tone in Terri’s voice.

"When you guys weren’t speaking that week, Paul suffered. He went into a deep depression. He wouldn’t work out or go out. All he did was sit in his hotel room eating junk food. Gene and I even saw him eating a double cheeseburger, French fries, and a chocolate sundae. And you know Paul never misses a day working out much less regularly eats red meat and fried, rich foods. That’s how distraught he was."

An open-mouthed, teary-eyed Veronica softly said, "I had no idea. I knew he was upset, loved, and missed me. That was obvious at the free speech area that day, but I never realized the extent of his depression during our separation. Paul eating red meat and skipping his daily workouts are a bad sign. I honestly had no clue. That’s sad, but sweet at the same time. Another reason why I love that man."

Terri smiled at the incurably romantic Veronica, "I thought you’d appreciate knowing that."

"Oh, I do. Thanks so much for telling me."

"You’re welcome."

Terri and Veronica continued their meal talking about feminism and other liberal concepts as well as the traveling and exploration of places new to them both during the tour. During their conversation, they noticed the hostess seating two men aged about 30 at a table to adjacent to them. The two blonde men wore blue jeans with KISS t-shirts, one with the four faces on the front and the other with the band joining hands lifted in the air as one might see at the end of a KISS concert.

"It’s interesting seeing KISS fans since I started seeing Paul. It brings a whole new perspective to being a KISS fan." Veronica said.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s cool seeing others who admire the guys from afar like we did prior to meeting Paul and Gene."

"Yes and it’s interesting seeing it from the perspectives of Gene and Paul. I now understand the rush of having others emulate you, want to worship you, and hearing inspirational stories about the influence of the band on their lives. I’ll admit, it does have its negatives and sometimes those are hard to endure, but all in all it’s definitely a positive."

Terri nodded in agreement. "Constantly finding yourself in the public eye can be a bother, but overall it’s not a bad life."

"Exactly. I couldn’t have said it better myself." Veronica agreed then lowered her voice to Terri, "Don’t look now, but those fans are coming this way."

"Oh man. They’re either going to a)hit on us, b) insult us or c) all of the above. Brace yourself. This has the potential of getting ugly." Terri replied.

"We’ll just see what happens."

The two men approached the table, one with long platinum blonde hair and the four faces shirt standing next to Terri while the one with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair stood next to Veronica.

The one next to Terri addressed them both saying, "Hello."

"Hi," both women said nodding at the two men.

"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….