Peter Story
By $hannon

Tina had taken the job at the local drum shop for one 
reason and only one reason.  She wanted to meet Peter 
Criss.  Every day she hoped that he would come in there for 
some equipment, supplies, ANYTHING but for the past 3 
years, she hadn't met him or even been able to go to a 
show.  She had tried to get tickets through her job but was 
never able to.  

Once again the radio announced the show for that night at 
the Blockbuster Pavilion and once again Tina kicked the 
wall.  She had tickets to the concert, good tickets, but 
her stupid boss had stuck her with closing the shop so he 
could go to the show, stranding her.  

Business had tapered off by 5:00 and Tina was seriously 
considering closing early and leaving.  Who would come in 
this late for anything?  No one!  She had just decided she 
was going to leave when she heard the bell over the door 
ring.  She cursed under her breath and turned around to 
glare at the customer when she found herself face to face 
with Peter Criss.

"I'm sure glad you guys are still open," he said with a 
smile.  Tina stood there staring stupidly at him for a 
moment.  He glanced up at the HUGE poster on the wall.  It 
was an advertisement for Pearl Drums from the Destroyer 
tour back in 1976.  Peter looked back at her and smiled.

"What did you need?" she asked trying to keep her voice 
from shaking.

"Drum sticks!" he said emphatically.  "The drum tech 
managed to 'misplace' the whole box and now I have nothing 
to use," he said.  She was surprised that he would come 
himself and not just send someone else to get them for him.  
"I'd have sent him to get them but I don't trust him to get 
the right ones.  He's new," he said with a smile.  Tina 
returned his smile and leaned over the counter making it 
impossible for Peter to look anywhere but down her low-cut 
KISS shirt.  He smiled again.  "Can you help me?" he asked.

"Of course.  Since I am the one who orders all accessories, 
I always make sure I have these in stock," she said pulling 
out a box of drum sticks.  Peter looked at them and then 
back at her.

"I didn't think they made these anymore.  I thought it was 
a one-time deal," he said pulling a pair from the box.  
They were the exact same sticks he used in concert and even 
had his signature on them.  

"It was, but I convinced the supplier that they were in 
high demand," she said with a smile.  "How many do you 
need?" she asked sweetly.

"How many boxes do you have?" he asked.  

"I have a dozen boxes," she said.  "Would you like all 
twelve?" she asked.  He nodded and she got the ladder so 
she could get the remaining boxes off the shelf.  She 
climbed the ladder and remembered that she had a skirt on.  
She looked down and noticed Peter looking up her skirt.  
She smiled to herself.

She grabbed the boxes off the shelf and was making her way 
down the ladder when her foot slipped off the rung and she 
fell...right into the arms of Peter.  The boxes hit the 
floor with a loud noise and drumsticks went rolling  
everywhere but Tina didn't care.  She looked at Peter and 
smiled sheepishly.

"Thank you.  I'm so clumsy," she said as he carefully set 
her down.  She got down on her hands and knees and began 
picking up the drumsticks and putting them back in the 
boxes.  Peter started to help her and when they reached for 
the same stick at the same time she looked at him and he 
leaned forward and kissed her.  

Tina was so stunned that her eyes remained closed even 
after his lips released hers.  When she did open them she 
found him staring at her.  He stood up and held out his 
hand to help her to her feet.  He pulled her to him and 
kissed her passionately, dropping the drumsticks he had in 
his hand so he could run it across her ass.  

Tina pressed herself against him and moaned softly when she 
felt his hand on her butt.  What were the chances of 
anything like this happening?  Slim to none!  She didn't 
want him to ever let her go but she knew he would have to 
eventually.  Once again he released her lips and smiled.  
He started walking toward the door and Tina was surprised 
and disappointed at the same time.  Her heart leapt when 
she realized he was just locking the door.  He pulled the 
shade on the door and then came back over to her.

"We don't want any interruptions," he said pulling her to 
him again.  He kissed her and backed her up to the counter 
and then lifted her up onto it.  Tina spread her legs and 
wrapped them around him as he continued to kiss her, 
caressing her tongue with his own. 

She wanted him so badly and wondered just how far he'd go.  
She felt his hands on her thighs and sighed.  He slid her 
skirt up and she moved so that he could pull it all the 
way up.  He looked down and smiled.  She had worn her 
black "KISS this" satin panties.  

"I like those on you," he said as he continued to stroke 
her thighs.  "But I think I'll like them even better off of 
you," he said slowly pulling them down.  

He dropped them to the floor and then ran his hands up her 
legs.  Tina gasped and leaned her head back.  Her 
whole body was tingling. 

"You like that, don't you," he said.  All she could do was moan.
He then gave her good reason to moan as he made love to her.

Afterwards he helped her off the counter and they straightened
their clothing.  Peter pulled her to him and kissed her again.

"Were you going to the show tonight?" he asked.

"I had tickets, but I need to close the shop," she said.

"I'd say it's closed.  Come to the show and when it's over, 
give this to the security guard and he'll let you back 
stage," said Peter handing her a pass.  She smiled and 
kissed him.

"Thank you," she said.  "Just give me a minute to freshen up."

"I'll wait for you," he said.  Tina nodded and went into the 
bathroom.  She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.  
She silently thanked her boss for making her work.  When she 
came out, Peter was waiting.  "Would you like to ride in the 
limo with me?" he asked.  Of course she accepted and headed 
out the door with Peter to enjoy the concert.

The next day she was dusting the drum sets when her boss 
came up to her.

"I never realized Peter Criss had signed that poster," he 
said pointing to the Pearl Drum poster on the wall.  Tina 
looked up and realized that he had signed it while she was 
in the bathroom.  She looked at what he had written  and 
smiled.  "Tina, thanks for all your hard work.  Love, Peter 
Criss," it said.  "What hard work did he mean?" he asked.

"I helped him with his drumsticks," she said laughing and 
walked into the back without saying another word.

              The End