(First Story) - Chapter 1
By Christine Criss

Cool stain sheets caressed his body, red and black, 
the colors of passion and fire. Warm lips enveloped 
his and moved down his body slowly. Fingernails drew 
patterns across his sweat slicked skin. He moaned in 
ecstasy as those lips grazed over his aching need. The 
warm lips move upward to meet his own again and a 
female body which he could not see pressed down on 
him. Her hips ground against his bringing him closer 
to the edge. Gently she removed both his and her own 
remaining clothing. He still could not see her, the 
lighting was too dim…it was if she was invisible, but 
he could feel her every move. Finally she lowered 
herself onto him and….

Gene Simmons awoke with a gasp. He relized almost 
instantly that he was alone in a bed, not with satin 
sheets but standard issue hotel sheets. 

He groaned. This was the third night in a row he’d had 
the same dream, and every time he would wake up alone 
in a damn hotel room.

‘What the hell? What wrong with me? usually people 
don’t have these kind of dreams unless they’re 
deprived. Which I cant say I am….doesn’t make any 
sense.’ He thought to himself.

He sighed and glanced at the beside clock. "Three 
AM…hell its Friday, well Saturday now but I might be 
able to find an available female somewhere…"

He looked down at himself. ‘But first things first…I 
need a cold shower…cant go out in public like this….’

* * * * * * * * * * *

Christine wanted so badly to slam her head into the 
bar counter, she was so bored. Her friends had dragged 
her to this dance club knowing full and well she 
couldn’t dance. Currently they were out on the dance 
floor strutting their stuff, leaving her to amuse 
herself at the bar.

She shook her head in a useless effort to get her wild 
mane of brown curls under control. ‘God, this is so 
lame.’ She mentally groaned.

The main reason for even agreeing to come out on the 
town tonight had been to get her a man. So far the 
pickings had been slim and none of the prospective 
guys had been her type. 

She felt someone tap her on the shoulder and stifled a 
scream. She turned and saw a guy about her age with 
blond hair and blue eyes smiling at her.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his speech slightly 
slurred.

‘Even if I say no, you’ll still sit there anyway. As 
if I have a choice in the matter.’ She thought trying 
not to roll her eyes. They guy was kind of cute but 
definitely not her type. She really didn’t care for 
the skater boy look this guy had going on. Not to 
mention he reeked of alcohol and had obviously had a 
few drinks that night.

"Have a seat." She answered with a smile that she 
hoped didn’t look too fake.

He grinned and gave her a once over. She happened to 
be wearing skin tight, black leather pants and a 
matching halter top along with her six inch heeled 
boots and a black choker with the KISS logo on it. 
Apparently this guy liked what he saw.

"I’m Greg by the way." He said.

"Christine." She gazed out onto the dance floor 
longingly, hoping that maybe one of her friends would 
come to her rescue. She sighed and turned back to the 
bar.

"Can I get you a drink. I’m having a beer…" he said 
waiving the bartender over.

"Just a ginger ale please." She answered.

" Don’t you want something with a little more kick to 
it?" he winked at her.

Ugh. I think I’m going to be sick.

"I don’t drink alcohol. A ginger ale is just fine." 
She told him firmly.

"Uh…ok then." Greg placed their orders and a moment 
later a beer and a ginger ale were passed their way.

Christine made polite conversation with Greg, all the 
while sincerely hoping a distraction would come along 
because she was getting a bad vibe from this guy. Her 
prayers were answered a few moments later in the form 
of a man who walked through the door.

Mmmm…dark curly hair, dark eyes, leather. Wow. 
She took a minute to drool over the guy.

Suddenly recognition hit her and her jaw almost 
dropped as she realized who it was. There, dressed in 
black leather pants, a button down silk shirt, and 
leather jacket that complimented his body very nicely, 
was the man of her dreams.

Holy shit!!! What the hell is Gene Simmons doing 
here?? Oh well, I don’t care what he’s doing but he 
sure as hell can get me out of this situation.

She turned to Greg and smiled politely. "Hey, its been 
great but I’ve got to get going."

Greg’s smile turned to a frown. " And just where the 
hell do you think your going Christine? I’m not 
through with you yet." He answered, his speech even 
more slurred than before.

Shit! I knew this guy was bad news. Why the hell 
didn’t I leave earlier?

"My boyfriend just got here." She lied, hoping that it 
would calm him down a little. But it didn’t. He sat 
there seething and Christine quickly got up and 
started walking away.

Greg tried to grab her arm and she hurried over in 
Gene’s direction.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Gene walked into the crowded dance club feeling 
totally out of place. Clubs weren’t really his style 
but at least he knew there would be women here. He 
paid his entrance fee to the bouncer who stood there 
and received a stamp.

The room was hazy and smoke filled and the bass boomed 
out a rhythm. Along the back wall was a bar and the 
majority of the space to the right was the dance 
floor, which at the moment was packed.

I can’t believe I’m at a dance club at three thirty 
in the morning. He grumbled to himself.

He was debating whether or not to go back to the hotel 
when something, or someone rather, caught his eye. A 
gorgeous brunette in a skintight leather outfit and 
six inch heels was practically running towards him.

Christine ran up to Gene and before he could say 
anything she grabbed his face and whispered "Gene, 
listen, there’s this guy behind me. The pissed off 
skater dude? He’s been trying to hit on me for the 
last thirty minutes and got pissed when I tried to 
leave. I’m afraid he’s going to try something. All I 
need you to do is act like my boyfriend until he fucks 
off….please?"

She was shocked at what had just come out of her mouth 
and judging by Gene’s facial expression she realized 
he was surprised at how straight forward she had been.

Gene simply nodded and wrapped an arm around her as 
Greg walked up.

Gene smiled and glanced at the beautiful woman next to 
him. "Friend of yours babe?"

Christine shrugged and smiled.

"Gene and you are?" he said extending a hand towards 
Greg.

"Greg." He muttered.

They shook hands and Greg glared at Christine.

"So is she really your chick?" Greg asked. Gene nodded 
and pulled Christine closer. Christine knew she had to 
play it cool and seem convincing, but her heart was 
pounding and her mind was screaming oh my god it’s 
Gene Simmons! over and over.

Greg decided he wasn’t ready to try to take Gene on, 
shot Christine one more glare and walked away. 

As soon as he was out of sight, Christine pulled away 
from gene and gasped "Oh my god! You saved my life. 
Thank you so much!"

"Not so fast babe. What did he do to you?" Gene asked 
softly.

Christine sighed. 

"Wanna grab a table and something to drink? My treat?"

Gene grinned. "Now how can I refuse an offer like 
that. I never usually have lovely ladies buy me 
drinks. Sounds good. And after all I’m supposed to be 
you ‘boyfriend’ remember?" he added with a wink.

Christine blushed at the intensity of Gene’s eyes on 
her as well as the words he had just said. They walked 
over to a small table in the back corner and sat down. 
One of the bartenders walked over to them.

"Two large ginger ales please." Christine ordered out 
of automatic habit. She cringed and turned to Gene. 
"That’s ok?" she asked.

Gene nodded "Definitely." The bartender left and Gene 
leaned across the table expectantly, causing a shiver 
to go down Christine’s spine. Gene Simmons is 
sitting here….with ME of all people. And he’s flirting 
with me. Her thoughts raced.

She cleared her throat "Greg, that guy….he came up to 
me at the bar and offered to buy me a drink. I agreed 
but he kept trying to get me to drink alcohol, which I 
DON’T. I kept getting a strange feeling from him…like 
he was going to try something. Then I saw you walk in. 
I recognized you and I told him I had to go meet my 
boyfriend." She blushed. "Crazy huh?"

Poor girl. She seems as lost in this place as I 
am.

Gene nodded. "He was drunk and who knows what he would 
have tried. I’m glad you came to me. One thing I’m 
curious about though, you don’t seem like the dancing 
type. What brings you here?"

Christine burst out laughing at this. His statement 
was true but she found it amusing that he of all 
people would say it. He stuck out worse than she did 
at this place. "My friends dragged me here. They’re 
somewhere dancing. I cant dance so I was on the prowl 
for a man. Seems I’ve found one to my liking!" She 
winked at him.

Jesus Christine. When’d you become such a 
flirt? She thought to herself amazed.

Gene chuckled and winked back. "What a coincidence. I 
couldn’t sleep and I went hunting for a lady to keep 
me busy. Seems I’ve found one."

Christine realized what Gene had just said and her 
heart leapt into her throat. She tried not to blush 
but failed miserably. 

Gene smiled and moved closer to her. He touched her 
cheek gently, causing her to shudder slightly and 
close her eyes. It was something like out of a romance 
novel, when the man in the story touches the woman for 
the first time and she feels a jolt of desire go 
through her body. Christine had never experienced that 
till now but she welcomed and enjoyed it.

Gene felt her shudder and asked, "Are you ok?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm. I just can’t believe this is happening."

Gene pulled her closer, their noses touching, and 
placed his lips on her own. At first her eyes widened 
in shock, but then she relaxed to enjoy the moment. 
His tongue touched her lips, seeking entrance and 
proceeded to ravage her mouth. She timidly touched her 
own tongue to his, growing more and more bold by the 
second.

Christine suddenly broke off the steamy kiss, gasping 
for air. At Gene’s questioning look she smiled and 
moved from her chair to sit on his lap.

"Comfortable babe?" Gene asked, amused by how bold she 
was getting.

Christine grinned, grabbed his face, and kissed him 
passionately. The kiss grew more and more intense and 
Gene’s hands began to wander up and down her body, 
stopping to tease certain areas now and then. 
Christine pulled back a little and kissed down his jaw 
line to his neck. Gene’s breathing grew heavier from 
the magic Christine was working on his neck. It had 
been a while since a woman had actually concentrated 
on pleasuring him completely. Straight to the point 
sex was great but so was foreplay.

"Mmmm. You leave a hickey and I’ll kill you." He 
muttered, jokingly.

All the sudden, they heard whistling and laughing. 
Gene and Christine turned to the source of the noise. 
Christine grinned at her group of friends who had 
found their way off the dance floor.

"You go girl!" one of them shouted.

"He looks like a keeper! You should take him home and 
have your way with him!" another one added. Christine 
laughed and waved them away. She turned back to Gene 
who was smiling.

"That last comment didn’t sound like such a bad idea. 
I could really use someone to ‘have their way with me 
right now." Gene said, pulling her to where she was 
straddling him. Her eyes widened and she laughed. 
"Yeah you could! My place isn’t that far away. Why 
don’t we go back there. If you can walk that is!" 

Gene grinned. " I think I can manage. Let me just grab 
my coat."

Christine stood up trying not to make it noticeable 
how weak in the knees she was at the moment. Gene 
stood and put his leather jacket on, thankful that he 
had taken the longer jacket with him. He wrapped his 
arms around Christine’s waist and pulled her to him 
again. He kissed her and asked, "So how far away is 
you place?"

"A five minute cab ride. You’ll live. Now lets go." 

And with that they walked out of the club to go hail a 
cab.