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by Trynia Merin

They arrived at a stadium parking lot, and circled the buses around. The trucks had already stopped and road crews swarmed about the back like ants at a picnic. Trynia lifted her head from Paul's shoulder and watched with great interest. Slowly equipment was trundled out of the backs of the large truck and schlepped inside.

"So what's the plan?" she asked Paul, who blinked awake.

"Hmm well we're going to the hotel, and you... you're going shopping for some new threads..." he smiled.

"Oh man... with what money?"

"You'll need this," Paul said, reaching into his pocket and extracting his wallet. She was about to protest when he pulled out a credit card and slipped it into her hand.

"How am I gonna get by using your credit card?" she asked.

"Simple. You're not going alone. I'm sure Andora wouldn't mind joining you, would she Ace?"

"Uh?" Ace asked, blinking awake. Andora sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"Hey, what was that?" she asked.

"Shopping trip. Tryn needs some threads, and so do you," Paul announced. "You girls up to a shopping spree while we guys take care of business?"

"Rocking!' Andora laughed. "You're serious, right?"

"Sounds good to me," Ace nodded, and reached into his pocket. He gave Andora a credit card and some cash as well, with a kiss to her cheek.

"I have no idea where to go," Trynia protested.

"Some of the gals will take you out," Paul smiled. "And make sure you have enough for the trip... and don't forget you can wash them!"

"C'mon let's go!" Andora urged Trynia, taking her arm. "Can you believe what we can get? We're gonna make ourselves irresistible..."

"Have fun," Paul urged, and then whispered something in Trynia's ear. "Buy yourself something special for later... ok? Surprise me..."

Just then Gene got off the cellphone, and turned to look at both girls. Smiling he said, "Debbie and Cheryl will take you gals into the city. Have fun, and don't forget to be here for the show..."

Two women strode onto the bus, each in jeans and comfortable shirts. They introduced themselves to Trynia and Andora, urging them after them. Paul waved goodbye to Trynia, blowing her a kiss.

"Later baby," he smiled. Ace kissed Andora goodbye, and gave her a playful shove. As she walked past Gene, Teri felt a gentle swat to her backside. She recovered long enough to lightly trace a finger under his ribs that made him jump.

As they walked off the bus, Andora gave Trynia a high five. They followed Cheryl and Debbie to a rental car, and drove off toward the town of Albany.

"That will be so awesome on you," Andora whispered, holding the spaghetti strap sundress up to Trynia. It was cut just above the knees, and her size. Thank heavens for Women's department at the Bon Ton. Various other bags of clothes already lay at their feet near the dress rack. Cheryl and Debbie casually kept an eye on them from afar, pretending to be shopping themselves.

"Well its a little bit... risqué."

"Hey, wait till we get you some underwear..."

"Victoria Secret doesn't have any in my size..."

"Well, there is an underwear department here..." Andora winked. She added the dress to Trynia's handful of clothes, and tugged her by the hand toward intimate apparels.

"Oh man..." Trynia laughed, rolling her eyes. Andora dragged her toward a table laden with all sorts of undergarments on sale.

"I bet they won't have size 10," Trynia began, but then her mouth dropped as Andora showed her a lacey black thong, her size!

"Goldmine..." Andora winked. "I think this will drive Paul nuts..."

"More like he'd want to run the other way," Trynia muttered.

"Don't sell yourself short, Hun," Andora scolded her. "You got this far right?"

"Yes... but when he gets tired of me... after three days... there's only one left before he moves onto the next..."

"Tryn, don't you dare start that!" Andora held up a hand. "Fight for him!"

"Oh good lord," Trynia grumbled.

"Don't let him. Keep his attention on you. Don't let him do all the work..."

By the time they had finished, they presented their garments to the checkout. Trynia was worried they wouldn't' accept the credit card, but they took it without much question.

"Well it's not mine..." she started.

"Just initial this," the clerk nodded, with a wink.

She released the breath she held, and let Andora lay her pile of purchases on the counter. Two clerks folded the clothes and tossed the hangers aside.

They were met by Debbie, who glanced at her watch, "got everything you need?"

"I think so," Trynia said.

"Well dinner would be great," Andora said. "But is there any chance..."

"Well we're going back to the hotel, and we'll swing by the stadium," Cheryl nodded. "And see if the guys want company."

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind their guests tagging along," Debbie nodded. "Let's get you two back..."

"Wait, what do you say we put on one of these new outfits?" Trynia asked. "Just to surprise them?"

"Now you're getting the idea!" Andora smiled at her, giving her the thumbs up. They headed off to the ladies room to change before they left the store.

Already the long line of cars had filed into the parking lot of the stadium. Binghamton was a small space, but both girls were sure that the fans wouldn't let that stop their enthusiasm. KISS played every show as if it were Madison Square Gardens, or Cobol Hall in Detroit.

"You look so pretty," Trynia said to Andora, who wore her Ace costume. It was a homemade thing of two pieces. She was already smearing makeup onto her face in the back seat of the car, electing her costume over one of the outfits.

Trynia wore the spaghetti strapped dress with small silver stars over it. Around her neck, she fastened a choker necklace with a single red star on it. Andora helped brush her hair and spritz it with spray.

"Want the barrettes?" she asked.

"Sure..." Trynia said, fastening her hair back with two star shaped barrettes covered in silver glitter.

"ShowTime gals,' Debbie laughed, pulling the car up to the back of the arena. Reaching into her purse, Cheryl handed them two laminated passes.

"Take these, and guard them with your life. After the show, show them to the guards, and you can get backstage again after the concert..."

"I thought we were going to meet them for dinner," Trynia asked.

"You are, but then you're going to see the concert," Debbie clarified, opened the door. "Now follow us and we'll take you to where they are..."

If Trynia glanced out past the line of buses, she could glimpse a long high fence, with a line of people gathering to catch a glimpse of KISS and the road crew. Already Smashing Pumpkins must be preparing to take the stage, long before KISS would get completely ready. She could hear the distant radios blaring KISS music from far away, knowing that they had been here long before the guys had even showed up.

A shiver passed over her when she realized she was once one of them. Relegated to dreaming about this sort of experience from the other side of the fence. Glancing down she saw her all access pass, and fingered it with reverence. So many fans would die to have this chance.

"This is so cool, we get to see the concert from backstage," Andora laughed, fingering her camera.

They hurried into the backstage area, which swarmed with crew and technicians. Debbie led them to one room, and whispered something to the security guard posted there at the closed door.

"Well the guys are running into a delay. They're already backstage getting ready. But they said to make sure the girls got to eat while they wait. And to go ahead and get in to the opening act..."

"I thought we were eating with them," Trynia said.

"Mr. Stanley apologizes, but he promises you can all meet with them after the concert, before the hotel," Dave said. "Don't worry. C'mon in and get something to eat! It's going to be a long show!"

Both of them were ushered into the room, furnished with a line of sterno warmed buffet trays along one back wall. A few tables had been set up, and Trynia recognized Gene's girlfriend and children eating near someone who looked like Peter's daughter and wife. Others, who looked like friends of the band, were gathered, chatting.

"Make yourselves at home," Debbie said. "Sorry about the mix-up. Eat as much as you want..."

Andora took a plate, and moved over to look at what was set out. Trynia did feel the ache of hunger in her own stomach, and smelled the aroma of roast beef and pasta wafting on the steam slowly rising from one particular tray. They each piled their plates high with food, and settled down to eat the catered food. Shopping had worked up an appetite in both of them, and they were glad to sit down and relax a little.

After a rip-roaring concert, they made their way backstage after the line of disappearing band members. They were told to wait a little bit, and then Chris led them past the security to the green room.

Other fans with backstage passes were being led along with them. It was an odd feeling either one had, but Andora seemed to be perfectly fine. Trynia felt anticipation building in her stomach, wondering why she had sudden doubt. For a moment they stood in a line, before the green room set up for autographs and the lucky few who would meet KISS.

"Here they come!" Andora shrieked, laughing as they strode by in single file. The door opened, and each passed through. One by one, the fans were chaperoned inside. There were a few sofas and tables with refreshments.

Ace grinned as he signed a woman's t-shirt with a silver pen. Paul stood to one side, giving a rather tall blond a big hug and a light kiss. Peter chatted with two boys, there with their parents. He scrawled his autograph across a framed gold record they presented him with.

One of the girls by Paul lifted her shirt, and pointed to her chest. Trynia turned her head away and tried to fight the jealous welling up as he sighed the girl's breast with a marker. He turned to another and gave the girl a sensual hug while reaching down to grip her shapely ass.

"Gimmie a break," Trynia groaned. Andora wandered over and started to snap pictures. Leaving Trynia to stand aside and watch the other fans clustering around Paul. She muttered an excuse to Debbie, and asked where the bathroom was.

A choking filled her throat when she stumbled into the bathroom, and pulled her glasses off. Hot tears formed in her eyes, and she buried her face in her hands. Angrily she rubbed at the makeup Andora had helped her so painstakingly to put on. Beneath it she saw her own face, clear of blemishes but dark in places where the dark facial hair threatened to grow.

"I'll never be able to compete," she began to sniff, brushing tears out of her eyes. "Why do I even bother?"

At that moment, she wanted to be a million miles away. For about fifteen minutes she buried her head in her hands and cried, slipping down to the floor by the sink. Finally she straightened up and ran a hand through her hair. She wiped the remainder of mascara away, and tried to pull herself together.

"It's his loss," she sighed. "I just..."

Trynia wandered out of the bathroom, wondering if there was still a chance she could slink away to the hotel. Head facing down, she wandered back to the green room in the hopes of asking someone to take her away.

"There you are, want to get back in?" Dave asked.

"No I'll just wait here..."

"It's not a problem, you have the right pass..."

Trynia glanced over her shoulder across the expanse of crates and road crew, hearing the distant protests of fans who were being pushed back. For a moment, she felt like giving her pass away to someone else.

"What are you doing out there?" came a familiar voice. Poking his head out the door, the Demon waved to her.

"Uh... well... nothing much Gene..." she stammered, feeling his eyes walking over her body.

"Get in here, girl," he laughed, striding out on massive dragon boots past the unquestioning road security. "What are you doing out there when the party's in here..."

"I guess I'm just not into it Gene..." she choked, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. However, Gene took her chin in his hand, tilting it up to peer into his face.

"Why not?" he asked. "Were you crying sweetheart?"

"I..."

"Come with me," Gene said, taking her hand in his. She saw that no wasn't an option, because he tugged gently for her to follow.

"I don't want to go back in there..." she blurted out. "I just..."

"We don't have to," Gene said softly. "C'mon..."

They wandered past the guards, Gene's grip tightening on hers. Down a dark hallway they strode, fans that had sneaked in swarming to try to get to Gene. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side, while the security pulled the groupies off him.

"Gene! Make love to me Demon!" one of them shrieked. Another lifted her shirt to reveal sizable breasts as he walked by. She couldn't help but laugh at the celebrated tongue waggling that accompanied his salute to the display of devotion. He grabbed another girl from the crowd who flashed him, and licked a path down her neck. Trynia tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he pulled her firmly next to him.

"I want a picture!" someone shrieked. Gene turned, and slipped his arm around a redhead's waist. He flicked out his tongue and met hers, pulling her close to his right side while keeping a solid hold on Trynia. Flashbulbs flickered like an upcoming storm. Others begged for autographs, but he soon waved them away.

"I have some business in the ladies room," he winked, waving as he pulled Trynia after him. She shivered in fear at what exactly that meant, as he led her away.

"We won't be bothered here," he whispered, towering over her as he led her to a small room. She saw him led her over to the far wall where a sheet hung, and lifted it aside. Trynia drew in her breath sharply. Four lit mirrors were set up, each table laden with different paraphernalia. Tall cabinets lined one wall, each with wheels on the bottoms, and clasps along the side.

"Oh my god," Trynia gasped. "This is..."

"The perfect place," Gene nodded with satisfaction. His hand stroked down her back, and gently squeezed her backside. He pulled her flush against his body, the cold metal of his costume digging into the thin fabric of her dress.

"Oh god," she breathed, feeling the hot tears come again. His touch felt so good on her, but he wasn't the one she most desired. Normally this would thrill her to death, but why was she feeling so empty inside?

"You look so damned hot in that dress, doll," he growled, pulling her hips to him. He towered head and shoulders over her, his boots massive and scaly pressing into her stocking legs. Hot breath fanned her neck as he leaned over and lightly teased the sensitive skin with his legendary tongue. Trynia let out a cry at the intensity that hit her.

The Demon's hands rubbed up and down her back, caressing and gently lifting her skirt. She gasped as he slipped his hands between the thin fabric of her pantyhose and the bare flanks that the thong did not cover. "Aha, this is interesting..."

"Oh man," she breathed. This was just too much. Her carefully concocted outfit had snared a Demon, not a Starchild. Did she care? Should she?

Softly he licked down her ear and nibbled on it, bending almost double to do so. Effortlessly his hands cupped under her rear and pulled her up, to stand on something. She realized he was placing her on top of his boots, and pulling her stomach flush with his, cold metal pressing against her flimsy dress. Still his hands wandered over her rear, under her skirt doing things that made her swoon. Still the emptiness consumed her.

She buried her head in his chest, holding him tight as emotions seized her. It hardly seemed fair how things were working out. Of all the women, he had picked her, and she could well guess that in the next few minutes she would be flying without wings.

Angry tears slipped and she began to cry. Pulling off her glasses she buried her face against him and clung to him weeping. His arms held her close for a moment, continuing to caress her. Yet, she hardly cared.

"What's wrong doll?" he asked, his voice sounding less like the Demon and more like Gene.

"I can't... I just can't damn it," she cried, feeling hot shame flush over her.

"Can't what?"

"I'm sorry... I just... aww shit..." she broke down completely. Sighing, he held her close, simply rubbing her back.

"Hey, Tryn, please talk to me... you know you can..." he said, pulling her away and tilting her chin to look him in the face. "Something's bothering you, and I would like to know what it is..."

"I feel so stupid..."

"You don't feel stupid to me..." he reprimanded here. "But I know jealousy when I see it. You wish you were with Paul, right?"

"Yes... not that I don't appreciate or want to be with you... but... oh damn I'm so mixed up..."

"We don't have to do this now," Gene said softly. "I want you, but not if you're not in the mood, sweetheart."

"At least someone wants me," she half laughed.

"Now what makes you say that?"

"Does Paul still want me?" she asked, wiping a tear out of her eye. The Demon grabbed some tissues and dabbed at her tears. He helped her to step down from his boots.

"Why don't you ask him? If you're upset about Paul, you need to talk to him." Gene suggested.

"He'll think it's stupid." Trynia rolled her eyes. He handed her glasses back to her, wiping them with a tissue first for her.

"No he won't," Gene said firmly. "You're talking to me, aren't you?"

"True..."

"C'mon, let's find Romeo," Gene urged.

"Gene..."

"Yes, doll?"

"Thank you... for not..."

"Hey, when a woman doesn't want to, I don't force," he told her, leading her out into the hallway again. "Remember that."

"Gene? One more thing..."

She stopped for a moment, and tugged at his hand. Gene turned, and peered down at her with light brown eyes from behind the black mask of paint. They looked so much darker against black, when in reality they were lighter then hers.

"Yes Tryni?" he asked, taking her hand and giving her a squeeze.

"Just because I don't want to now doesn't mean I won't later... I hope I didn't blow my chance..."

"Not at all," he laughed. "My door's always open..."

"And your bed?" she laughed.

"For you sweetie, anything," he laughed. "C'mon..."

Arm around Gene's waist they strode back to the green room. Peter and Ace were already saying goodbye to the last round of fans. Paul glanced up at Trynia and Gene, with a warm smile on his star painted face.

"There you are!" he laughed. "Where were you?"

"I had to hunt her down for you," Gene laughed. "But she's here now..."

"Good," Paul smiled, and held out his hand. Gene nudged Trynia towards him, with a light swat to her backside. She fell against Paul, who steadied her with both his hands.

"Great to see you baby," Paul cooed, hugging her close. Resentment flared, along with relief that he was at least acknowledging her existence.

Terri and the kids wandered up to Gene, and he slipped an arm around her waist. A look and whisper was exchanged, and she nodded. Both of them waved goodbye, and strode out the door of the green area.

"C'mon, let's go somewhere quiet," Paul urged.

"What was that about not eating with us?" she asked.

"Sorry about that. There was some security snafu, that came up at the last minute," Paul apologized. Arm around her waist he guided her out of the room, and down the hall. She said little as he led her to where Gene had a few minutes before.

"Nobody will bother us here," Paul smiled, lifting the superman sheet aside.

"I know," she sighed, stepping through. He followed, and led her over to a battered sofa. It looked much like the one Eric Carr had sat on in his biography video.

"Trynia, what's wrong? You're being awful quiet," Paul said, turning her to face him with a hand on her shoulder.

She inhaled deeply, and looked into the dark mahogany eyes. They were warm and inviting at that moment, and she was loathing what she was about to ask. Yet, she had to.

"Don't you ever grow tired of me?" Trynia asked.

"Not yet," Paul smiled, and stopped when he saw the hurt in her eyes.

"It's almost the end of the third day..." she whispered.

"What are you talking about?' Paul asked, mahogany eyes filling with concern behind his makeup. He took her hand in his firmly, stroking it.

"After a few days you'll be sending me away... when you find someone else..." Trynia said slowly. "I know the drill..."

"Do you think so little of me? Trynia, I invited you to tag along because I wanted to give you an opportunity to get to know me... and me you... do you think this is just some fling?"

"I don't know... you tell me..."

"Tryn, baby, you're a sweet girl. I want you to share things with me. So you can do one hell of a job to get to know the man whose book you're editing! How can you do that if you're not with me?"

"But back there..."

"Those were fans. I have to pay attention to them..." Paul sighed, taking her chin in his hand. " I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that. But that doesn't' mean I can't make time for a very special fan. And that time is now..."

"I'm sorry I..." she apologized, looking down.

"Shh," Paul whispered, putting a finger over her lips. "C'mere..."

He took her hand and led her to the sofa. He sat down, and patted the place next to him, waiting for her to join him. When she hesitated, he reached out his hand and gently took hers in his. She was going to sit beside him, but he pulled her to sit on his lap instead. Under her thighs, his felt perfect and hard she could not stop her fluttering heart.

"What's wrong Trynia. Please tell me..."

"You're a man who loves beautiful women. Blondes. Why you would waste your time with me..."

"Hey, wait a minute..." Paul interrupted her. "Why are you talking like that..."

"Look at me Paul. You're perfect... and I... I'm..."

"Trynia, if you're feeling inadequate because of other girls I hang with... don't..."

"I can't help it. I am a scientist and I know statistics. You prefer blondes... who are much smaller... and who are beautiful..." she choked.

"Oh Trynia... baby c'mere," Paul sighed. Dark eyes fixed into hers, and he took the sides of her face between his hands, lightly stroking her cheeks. Tears dripped down them and he wiped them away, gently pulling of her glasses.

He buried her lips in a slow soft kiss. At first she resisted, but then gave in because he felt so good in her arms. Soft onyx curls wrapped around her groping fingers, begging to immerse her hands. Even though his locks were stiffened and shot through with hairspray to stand on end, she still reveled in exploring its texture. A tongue as talented as Gene's moved over hers, with just the right technique. All her sorrows and inadequacies slowly slipped away as she grew bolder. Lipstick oily and smooth moved against her lips, leaving its residue over her cheeks and mouth.

"Now who would complain with a kiss like that," Paul sighed, as they both surfaced for breath. He ran a thumb over her dark eyebrows, smoothing her hair away by tucking a piece behind her ears. Smooth and almost unblemished her skin was, and he reveled in the softness of her hair. Over her cheeks were white smears and black on the tip of her nose where he'd rubbed his against hers. A sudden noise in the hallway made her jump, but Paul pulled her back down into his lap. "You don't have to be nervous," he chided her. "Nothing's going to happen that you don't want to..."

"Don't you have to take a shower?" she asked.

"Hmm yeah, thanks for reminding me," Paul whispered. A mischievous twinkle came into his eyes, and he nudged her off his lap.

"I don't know how you can wear those killer boots and do leaps in them," she shook her head. Paul raised one silver platform boot and pointed to it. Lightly he traced the toe over her thigh, making her jump back in nervous anticipation.

"Gimmie a hand baby?" he asked, resting the toe of the boot against her leg. She laughed as her fingers contacted black duct tape wrapped around the boot, and painstakingly unpeeled it before tugging to get it off. He sighed with relief, and lifted the other leg for her to divest him of the other torture device. Once done, he leaned back and spread his legs wide, splaying across the sofa. He extended his hand to her, and she gripped it to pull him up off the sofa. He was impressed by the strength in her small soft hand, and her sturdy arm.

"Now will you need anything else?" she asked.

"I still need a little more help, if you know what I mean... I'm just a little bit tired performing all evening long... and I'd love a nice warm shower..." he whispered into her ear, pulling her into an embrace. Now that he was more on a level with her, she felt much less intimidated. He guided her hands to the wide belt, which hung with the small series of chains around it. Quite unlike his Reunion costume, it connected the pull off jacket to the leggings studded with real rhinestones. Sweat from his chest moistened her T-shirt in his embrace, drenching her with his perspiration and the musk that she had come to know as his own scent. It was not unpleasant; in fact, it was intoxicating.

She helped him unfasten the belt, and he tossed it down, urging her hand to slip under the waistband of his leggings. Reaching around her, she felt him pulling at her T-shirt with a teasing motion. Stifling a laugh she said, "I don't need a shower... you do..."

"I sure do, but I'm still gonna need a little help... if you get my drift," he laughed, pulling her toward the showers.

"What if the other guys..."

"We'll just have to be fast then, baby," Paul winked, and tugged her skirt up as he playfully dragged her to the showers. Stopping, he pulled her dress up and off, lightly tossing it over a chair.

"I really like that outfit, but I like you even better like this..." he winked, guiding her hands to his waistband again. As she pulled downwards, he shimmied out of the tight material, wriggling those hips in a motion that made her heart stop.

What surprised her even more was the fact that he had no underwear, and she gasped, averting her gaze at his gloriously revealed body. Quickly she grabbed a towel and threw it around him, attempting to tuck it in place when he caught hold of her head. Gently he pulled her up and began to pull at her stockings. She felt nervous as he pushed them down to her ankles. Taking her hand, he helped her step out of them, and before she could reach down and get them, Paul kicked them into a pile. She caught the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and turned to retrieve her clothes, but was halted by an arm around her waist.

"Uh uh, baby... you're not getting out of this that easily," he cooed, tugging her along with him. "Did you wear these just for me?"

His eyes drank in the sight of her thong and matching bra, dark lace against olive skin. Softly he lay a kiss in her cleavage, working up to her neck. His hands traced down over her bare cheeks, lightly fingering the flimsy waistband. Grabbing a purple robe and some baby oil, he marched with her into the shower. There were about four stalls, each with curtains around them. "Wait a second... this has to come off first..." he said, squeezing baby oil onto a washcloth. He began to dab at his makeup while looking in the mirror.

"Where are the others?" she asked. For a moment both their reflections were visible, Paul's countenance still gray with makeup beside hers, which was smudged with white and black streaks. Some white streaks graced her chest as well, around the neck and down her chest to the top of her bra. How had it gotten there?

"Still visiting the ladies room," Paul laughed. Soon the face she knew very well was revealed, and he began to wipe the smudges of white from her face. He tugged her to one shower stall, and pushed aside the curtain. Reaching around her he unfastened her bra, and urged her to push off her thong underwear as he stepped inside. The towel he tossed away beside her underthings.

What was different about showering here then in the privacy of the hotel room, she wondered? Perhaps it was the fear that at any moment they might be discovered. Fear intensified her excitement and desire, and she felt compelled to wrap her arms around herself. Chuckling, Paul urged her into the shower, and turned it on. It was just like gym class years ago with cold tile under her toes and the tile and cement surrounding them in blue. She shrieked as cold water blasted them, and Paul laughed, spluttering out a mouthful of cold water. Once the curls were soaked with moisture, he looked like a drowned poodle!

Shampoo squelched through her hands as she rubbed her hands through her hair, and he did the same. Turning her around, he pushed her out of range of the showerhead, to face him. She groaned at the feel of his hands tracing soap over her breasts, and guiding her hands to wash him as well. Torturously slow they soaped each other down and rubbed with a fresh washcloth to divest Paul of the sweat of performance. She remembered a fantasy she had read one of her friends writing about Gene and a game of racquetball. A strange question came to mind, and she wondered if Paul would try the same thing. Only problem was he wasn't as massive as Gene, even though he was quite strong, could he dare pick her up and pin her to the wall?

"What are you thinking about?' he asked, as she turned away to let the shower hit her full in the face. Taking her shoulder, he turned her around again to face him.

"I... well..."

"Must be pretty interesting... you're getting goosepimples all over," he laughed, tracing the washcloth over her erect nipples. Skin flushed with heat and embarrassment as she guessed those dark eyes could peer right into her thoughts.

"I was just thinking about a story... someone wrote... about Gene and a girl in a shower..."

"What happened?"

"They well... were in danger of being caught and they well... you now..." she laughed sheepishly, rubbing his chest with a loofa in soothing strokes that was driving Paul wild. He guided her hand lower, and she hesitated. Looking down at him just made her desire worse, and the fear of being caught even more intense.

Teasingly she moved her hands along the outer surfaces of his thighs, and around to his butt. He groaned at the feel of the sponge traced in circles over the backs of his thighs and his lower back, her fingers massaging gently. He pulled her close, rubbing his own soapy hands over her back and grabbing her own ass. She shivered at the feel of his excitement bare against her belly, whimpering in fear and anticipation.

"Why are you scared?' he asked. "It's not like we haven't done this before..."

"Not this setting," she whispered. "You're driving me crazy Paul... I can hardly stand this..."

"That makes two of us..." he breathed, nuzzling her neck as he traced a finger down her thighs. She shrieked, and he pulled her hips into his. A low moan escaped his throat at the feel of her warm soap slick flesh pressed to his. Fingertips and toes tingled with the sexual tension building between their bodies. Gently he rubbed his stiffness against her, letting her have an intimate feel of how she was turning him on as much as she was turned on.

Paul gently leaned down, pushing her against the wall. Bending his knees slightly he kissed her breast, and nibbled at her sensitive flesh. She let out a moan as he teased her with his fingers, and delicately rubbed her moistening interior. On one knee he knelt in the shower, and gently pulled her down onto him.

"Paul!' she shrieked, struggling to bite her tongue at the cry of him pushing inside her. It was his skin against hers, and she was desperately afraid and thrilled. The intensity made her swoon and Paul moaned deeply at her slickness encasing him. Taking her thighs in either hand, he pushed upwards from a kneeling position, using the slickness of her body against cold tile to raise her to a standing position and trap her body between his and the wall. He felt so good inside it made her whimper.

"Ohhh baby," he groaned. "I couldn't wait a minute longer..."

"But won't this... ohhhh... kill your back... I'm not very lightweight..."

"I bench press two hundred fifty," Paul laughed, pressing her tightly as he shoved deep inside then pulled out a little. "This is how I keep in such sexy shape... vigorous... exercise!"

"The Paul Stanley workout?" she laughed.

"You got it baby," he smiled, kissing her deeply.

Over the sound of the shower, she heard voices, and Trynia froze in terror. Tensing inside she clenched around him, making Paul groan again in sheer pleasure. It only served to spur him to piston into her harder and harder.

"Where the hell is Paul?" came Gene's voice. She stifled the cries of passion desperately by biting her tongue.

"I dunno, that guy always beats us to the best shower, damn it," came the gravelly voice of Peter Criss.

"Hey someone has to be first..." Ace cackled, his laugh echoing louder. She froze in fear when she realized all three voices were getting louder!

"And someone has to be last, and you're it, man," Peter replied. "Every fricking time!"

Paul sealed her next cry in a deep kiss, smothering her protests with his tongue. Locking his arms behind her body, he shoved her to the wall with his powerful thrusts.

"Hey Paul! Where the hell are you man?" came Gene's voice. "You missed one hell of an encore..."

"He left his crap all over the damn dressing room," Peter complained. "I wonder... hmmm..."

"This your bra, Gene?" Ace asked, and she shivered again. Paul stopped thrusting, still deep inside as he listened to his friends' comments.

"Oh god..." Trynia whimpered. "They're gonna find us and... oh god I think I can't stop..."

"Shh," Paul laughed softly. "What are they going to do? Throw you out of here? Just relax and let yourself come for me baby. I'm almost there.... Ohhhhh mannnnn..."

He tensed, unable to hold back his own release. Groaning, he stifled his face in her shoulder, pushing one last time as deep as he could inside her. Even if they were to be discovered, he couldn't stop his body's physiological response to the hot sexy temptation pinned to the wall. She silenced her scream, panting hard. Seizing her lips, he buried his low moan into her kiss. So intense was the force of his coming it slammed into her and initiated an equal and opposite response. Both arched their backs, giving way to the release they craved.

"Oh god," she whimpered, tears stinging her eyes with how wonderful it felt. She couldn't have cared less if they had been found.

"Did you hear that?" Gene wondered. Suddenly the sound of Ace's singing echoed through the bathroom, and Peter's own mutterings drowned out anything they might do.

"Shut the hell up Gene and let's get cleaned up!" Peter scolded him.

"Javohl!" Ace joked.

"Shaddup Ace," Gene growled. "Or I'll kick your astral ass for that little comment!"

"Ohh touchy aren't we?" Ace's reply came. "Better get the Demon a muzzle or a snack!"

"I'll take care of that soon," he answered.

Gently Paul lowered Trynia to the shower floor, and reluctantly pulled out of her. She was afraid for a moment when she realized there had been no barrier between them. Neither spoke of it, but she switched her mind quickly to the rush of pleasure that tingled her body along every nerve ending.

"Thank you," Paul sighed. "That was intense... incredible..."

"You flatter me... I have never felt anything that intense... will they know?"

"Just wait in here, and I'll look and see if it's safe..."

The sounds of Gene's voice singing combined with the rush of three other showers masked their whispers. Paul stuck his head out and peered around. All shower curtains were closed, and there was no danger of anyone seeing over them. He wrapped a towel around himself, and helped Trynia towel herself down in the showerstall. Wrapping her in the purple robe, he bent down and picked her up in his arms.

"Hold on... I think we can sneak away..." he chuckled.

It was late when Paul helped her to find her dress and get into it again. She couldn't find her thong underwear, and panicked.

"Don't worry I'm sure it'll turn up," Paul whispered. She managed to put her stockings on again, and he helped her zip up the back of her dress. He worked his way into jeans, boots, and a sleeveless shirt.

She could hear the voices growing louder as the showers were turning off, and she slipped back toward the superman sheet. Paul took her hand gently to stop her. "It's ok."

"But if they heard us..."

"Hey, just relax..." Paul said. First to emerge was Gene, drying his hair with a towel. Trynia lost her nerve and bolted out of the room, leaving a bewildered Gene, and then Peter.

"what's that all about?" Gene asked.

"Uh, never mind," Paul sighed.

"What's all the excitement?" Ace asked, stridign out. After him came Andora, a towel wrapped around her hair. Paul began to laugh, and rushed out after Trynia.

"Hey! It's ok!" he cried, grabbing her and pulling her back in. "We weren't the only ones who were having a shower together..."

"What?" she asked.

"C'mon in here and look at this," Paul laughed, dragging her back. He pushed her gently before him, into the dressing room. Andora moved close to Ace, who was looking sheepishly at Gene and Peter. The slender girl wore a blue bathrobe, with an Ace of hearts on the breast. She started to blush profusely.

"Ace, you moron, what the fuck..." Peter groaned.

"What the fuck indeed," Gene laughed. He folded his arms over his chest.

"I'm not saying a single word," Paul laughed, holding up a hand.

"Ace, get outta here and get a room," Peter grumbled. He grabbed some clothes and darted into the bathroom again to change.

"What crawled up his ass?" Paul asked.

"I dunno. Maybe he's not getting any?" Ace wondered. "Shit, it's a free country."

"Let's just get some sleep and chill," Paul muttered.

"C'mon babe, let's get you dressed," Ace grinned, taking her hand. Gene started to put on his clothes, giving Trynia a good shot of his nude body as he shucked off his towel.

"I'll just wait outside for you Paul," Trynia said, and wandered out averting her gaze. Gene zipped up his pants and grabbed a shirt, glancing at Paul.

"What?" Paul asked.

"oh nothing," Gene said, giving a smirk. "Just thinking about the irony..."

"What irony?" Paul asked.

"Here we are busting on Ace, and he wasn't the only one. He was just dumb enough to get caught."

"Is there a law against sex in the shower?" Paul asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Nope. You're just lucky you're Mr. Speed," Gene said, whacking him on the back. "Just be careful ok?"

"Why are you worried about my sex life?" Paul laughed.

"Oh just that you should be careful that if you draw lines, make sure you stay inside them..."

"What lines?"

"You know what I mean. That girl's with you right? So don't forget that."

"Strange advice coming from you, Gene."

"I know. But she's not used to this lifestyle, Paul. You invited her, and you deal with her. No screw ups this time. I'm not cleaning up after you this time..."

"Right," Paul muttered, biting his lip.