When Your Walls Come Down
by Lorie

	"ARGH! I don't believe it!" Jackie looked at the e-
mail in disbelief. Her overnight package didn't arrive with 
the revisions for the new tour books and 5,000 were printed 
with the wrong dates. She pulled off her glasses and rubbed 
her tired eyes. She never knew being the business manager 
for the KISS reunion tour was going to be such a pain. She 
was a talented business manager with lots of experience but 
nothing prepared her for this. For days everything she 
touched seem to go wrong and the stress was getting to her. 
It was a rare night off for the band, so she took the 
opportunity to catch up on her never-ending paperwork.  She 
was still dressed in her business clothes from her meetings 
that day and was trying to eat her dinner as she read 
through her e-mail. 
	When she took the job, she thought how hard could it 
be managing the business end of a tour? The fact it was 
KISS had made the job too tempting to pass up. She felt 
lucky she was hired and would be working with legends in 
rock and roll. Then reality hit and hit hard. She was doing 
the best she could with what she had and it never seemed 
enough. If she wasn't arguing with Doc or Tim, she was 
playing miracle worker fixing problems. What hurt most is 
no one ever said thank you. If Gene, Ace, Peter, or Paul 
(especially Paul) said thanks for all her hard work, it 
would be easier to get out of bed in the morning. 
	She leaned back in her chair and thought about Paul. A 
smile crept over Jackie's lips as she thought of the 
Starchild. She knew she would never have the nerve to 
approach him about anything except tour business. She was 
very shy outside of her job. On the job she came off as a 
hard assed bitch to hide her lack of confidence in her 
abilities. But she always wondered what it would be like to 
be held in a man's arms especially Paul's, to let go and be 
a woman. But he barely acknowledged her existence.
	 A knock on the door of her hotel room snapped her out 
of her reverie. "Oh leave me alone!" she sighed as she 
stalked to the door.  Thinking it was probably Doc wanting 
her to perform another miracle, she pulled open the door in 
a fury, "WHAT?!" A shocked Paul Stanley was standing 
outside holding his tour info binder in his hand, "Uh…hi." 
Jackie jumped back, "I'm sorry. I thought you were Doc." 
Paul looked confused, "No, it's just me." After a short 
silence, "What can I do for you?" 
	Paul looked at her and thought, "Put me out of my 
misery and let me make love to you all night long." He held 
out his binder, "You promised me the revised schedule, 
remember." She smacked her forehead, "Oh, God. I forgot. 
Come on in and I'll print it out for you now." He followed 
her in and enjoyed watching her walk. He had been in lust 
with her ever since he met her and wanted her badly. She 
was beautiful but so uptight; proper suits, hair done up in 
a twist, rarely smiling. It was usually those types that 
were wild in bed. As he watched her hook up her printer, 
bending over several times to plug in cables, he felt his 
jeans grow tight. 
	She rushed in getting her printer set up, embarrassed 
she had forgotten the print out. "I'm sorry about this, 
Paul. It's been a bad week." she explained as she loaded 
the paper. She kept her back to him because she knew she 
was blushing. This was not the way to impress someone, she 
thought, by forgetting little things like this. After the 
printer was ready to go, she sat down and searched for the 
schedule. Her hands were shaking as she typed and she 
unsuccessfully willed herself to calm down.
	Paul noticed her nervousness and smiled. She reminded 
him how a fan would act when meeting him. A mental light 
bulb went on with this thought. Could it be she wanted him? 
He thought. He decided to find out and walked up behind her 
as she sat at the desk. He slowly laid his hands on her 
shoulders and started massaging them. 
	She jumped slightly when he did this not believing he 
would touch her like this. He tugged lightly on her jacket, 
"Take this off. It's hard working through all this cloth." 
With shaking hands, she undid the buttons and slid the 
jacket off her shoulders. Paul helped her slide it off her 
arms and tossed it on the other chair in the room. He 
started rubbing her shoulders again then stopped. He leaned 
down and spoke softly in her ear, "There's still too much. 
I prefer bare skin." He pulled down the zipper on the back 
of her dress slowly and let his fingers trace a light touch 
along her spine. She was staring straight ahead in shock, 
her breathing slightly heavy. When Paul pushed the front of 
her dress forward off her shoulders to just above her 
breast, she shivered as the cool air caressed her skin. He 
pushed the straps of her bra down her arms and started 
rubbing her shoulders again. "There. That's much better. 
Don't you think?" he whispered, his breath tickling her 
ear. 
	He smiled as she quickly nodded her head and tried to 
act calm. He knew the answer to his earlier question and 
decided to continue taking the lead. If there was one thing 
in life he enjoyed, it was seducing a beautiful woman. He 
continued massaging her shoulders and blowing lightly on 
the back of her neck. He worked his hands lower on her 
chest until his fingertips were just above where he pushed 
down her dress. He looked in the mirror by the desk and saw 
she had her eyes closed.  Like his song, her walls were 
coming down.
	On the edge of the desk, her hands were clenched into 
fist, her knuckles white as she fought for control. It had 
been a long time since someone had touched her and it was 
never like this. Could he know that she desired him? That 
she wanted to be wanton and decedent? As his hands firmly 
rubbed her shoulders and upper chest, she decided to throw 
caution to the wind. She relaxed and leaned into him, 
laying her head back on his shoulder, exposing her throat.
	Paul ran his fingertips up her throat and back down to 
her chest, "Do you want me, baby?" She opened eyes and 
gazed into his, "Yes, but please be gentle. It's been so 
long." He held her face in his hand, "I will be." And he 
claimed her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.
When they separated he looked into her eyes that were dark 
with passion. "Oh baby, It's been too long for you." He 
said as he turned her around in her chair. He knelt in 
front of her, looked deep into her eyes and slowly slid his 
hand over her thighs, "Too long since you been touched." He 
ran his hands lightly up her arms, "or caressed." She sat 
motionless as he seduced her with his touch, her eyes never 
leaving his. He leaned toward her and whispered, "or 
loved." Her heart was pounding as started kissing her throat 
and worked his way down.
	Paul stopped and lifted his head, "Let's take this 
over to the bed. You deserve to be made love to the right 
way." He picked her up, carried her over to the bed and 
laid her down gently. He laid down on top of her and kissed 
her long and slow. Just then the phone rang, it shrill bell 
slicing the air like a hot knife. She jumped and moved to 
answer it. Paul held her down, "They can wait. I don't want 
this to stop." She tried to protest but was silenced by his 
mouth on hers.  When the phone stopped ringing, she 
momentarily thought of the hell she would have to pay 
because she didn't answer it. She didn't think about it for 
long as Paul reach for her hand and , one by one, sucked on 
her fingers. The sensation sent shock waves straight to her 
core. 
	Jackie's reaction was turning him on. By seeing her 
naked lust for him, he was ready to claim her. He 
struggled to hold himself in check. He wanted to do this 
right. He got up on his knees and slid the rest of her 
clothes off. Once she was naked before him on the bed, he 
let his eyes travel over body. Man, she was beautiful, he 
thought. When he reached her eyes, he saw conflict there 
as she wanted to love him but didn't know what to do.  
He pulled her into a sitting position and place he hands 
on his chest near the buttons of his shirt. "Go on, baby.  
You want to." He whispered as he let go of her hands. 
	She stared at her hands as they rested on his chest. 
Beneath the fabric of his shirt she feel the heat of his 
skin and the beating of his heart. She willed her fingers 
the work as she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it free 
from his pants. After she tugged it off his shoulders and 
threw it on the floor, she looked at the muscular chest 
covered in swirls of black curls. Hesitantly she ran her 
hands over his torso and watched as the hair curled around 
her fingers and his muscles quiver at her touch. So many 
times she had seen him without his shirt and wondered what 
it would be like to touch him. When she looked up to his 
face, she saw desire in his eyes, desire for her. Her lips 
trembled in want of a kiss and he pulled her up to her 
knees to oblige. 
	He held her to his chest as he ravaged her mouth in a 
passionate kiss. He felt the warmth of her skin and  her 
full breasts press against him. He broke the kiss and raised his 
head for a deep breath to clear his head. As he inhaled, 
the scent of her perfume assaulted his senses. "Please, baby. 
I want you." 
        They made passionate love, concentraing only on each 
other.
	Afterwards Paul was the first to speak, "I've wanted 
to do that since I first saw you. You are so wonderful." Jackie 
smiled up at him, "It's been a long time since anyone has ever 
taken their time with me. I usually freeze up." He lightly 
caressed her cheek, "It's worth it."