Part 4: Gene's Island by Shannon





The boat bumped ashore and everyone started climbing out.  

Gene looked  over the edge, trying to find a way to make it 

onto the sand without  getting his boots wet.  They were 

expensive boots and he didn't relish the idea of  ruining 

them with seawater.  He noticed that the front of the boat 

was  up on dry sand so he carefully walked to the front and 

began climbing out.  He didn't see the large wave rolling 

up onto the sand and let out a rather undignified squawk as 

he lost his balance and went face first into the sand.



Shannon stood on the beach watching Gene try to find a dry 

way out of the boat.  She knew Gene hated the outdoors and 

could only imagine how he felt about being stuck on an 

island with no buildings, no electricity...nothing.  She 

was just about to warn Gene about the large wave rolling up 

behind him but she wasn't quick enough.  She covered her 

mouth to hide her laughter as he went face first into the 

sand.  She hurried over to him to help him up.



Gene lay there for a second, cursing under his breath when 

he heard stifled laughter and footsteps.  He glared up at 

the person in true Demon fashion only to find a beautiful 

young woman with shoulder-length reddish blonde hair 

standing over him in cut-off shorts and a halter top.  He 

could see she was trying to hide her laughter.



"Are you alright?" she asked crouching down next to him.  

He rolled over on his back, resting his head on the sand 

and sighed.



"Yeah, the only thing bruised is my pride," he said before 

sitting up.  He climbed to his feet and began brushing the 

sand from his clothes.  



"I didn't mean to laugh...it's just that..." she started by 

way of apology.



"It's not every day you see Gene Simmons take a header into 

the sand, right?" he asked with a sly grin.



"Yeah," she said. 



Shannon took a moment to eye Gene from head to toe.  She 

hadn't had the opportunity to meet him yet on the cruise so 

this was her first live encounter with him.  He was taller 

than she expected and up close, more handsome than she ever 

could have imagined.  He was dressed all in black and she 

knew he was going to regret his decision for attire.  The 

tropical sun was already causing sweat to bead on his face 

and neck and she tried to stop the erotic thoughts that ran 

through her mind.



"We should find some shade," he said.



"Huh?" she said, his words shaking her from her thoughts.  

Gene smiled.



"We should find some shade.  I'm dying!" he said.  They 

began walking in the direction everyone else had gone, 

hoping to find some shade and a cool drink of water.



Gene was still trying to figure out why they had split 

everyone up.  Why couldn't they all just be on one island?  

Wouldn't it be easier to keep track of everyone?  Why did 

they have to split the guys up?  Gene hated the outdoors 

and would have felt a whole lot better if one of the other 

guys were here to run things...well...anyone but Vinnie.  

He knew Paul wasn't that far away, but still, the idea of 

being with an island full of strangers was not his idea of 

a good time.



"My name is Shannon," she said offering him her hand as 

they continued to trudge across the sand.  Gene smiled and 

took her hand.



"Nice to meet you Shannon.  I hope someone here has some 

camping experience cuz I sure don't," he said not letting 

go of her hand.



"I do, and I'm sure some of the others do too.  I know 

you're not one for the outdoors," she said with a laugh.



"That's an understatement, doll," he said as they reached 

the rest of the group.  Gene took a moment to look over the 

occupants of 'his' island and a smile spread across his 

face.  Of the thirty people assigned to him, there were 

only about six men.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after 

all...



Gene was relieved to find out that there were actually 

several people who were familiar with not only camping but 

they had already set about putting up the tents.  It wasn't 

known what the climate was on the island so shelter from 

rain would be a good idea.  There were plenty of 

mattresses, pillows and blankets for everyone so at least 

they wouldn't be sleeping on the hard ground.



Gene went over to try and help, feeling he should since he 

was in charge of the island and its occupants but Shannon 

stopped him.



"Why don't you just relax.  There are enough people to get 

the tents set up and once that's done and sleeping 

arrangements are made, then we'll start making something to 

eat.  I know I'm starving," she said.  Gene just nodded and 

went to find a shady spot to sit and contemplate their 

predicament.



"Oh my god!  Shannon?" came a voice from behind.  Shannon 

turned to see her friend Misha running toward her.  They 

embraced.



"Misha!  I'm so glad you're on my island," said Shannon.  

She knew a few people on the cruise but most of them were 

on Paul's island.  She knew Melissa was around but couldn't 

remember if she was on Gene's island or if she had opted to 

go to Eric Singer's island.



"I saw you hanging all over Gene," said Misha with a mock 

glare.



"You're just jealous cuz I beat you to it!" said Shannon 

with a laugh.



"You know it!" replied Misha.  "But I get to 'have' him 

first," she said.



"Why don't we let Gene decide who he's gonna 'have' first," 

said Shannon.



"Good idea," replied Misha.



Gene watched Shannon and her friend talking and joking 

around.  Shannon was hot in those little excuses for shorts 

and that halter top and he just knew he would have to 

sample her delights...but her friend was pretty hot too.  

He hoped that the two friends wouldn't mind sharing him.



When the tents were set up and the mattresses distributed, 

Shannon came back over to Gene.  Someone had brought him 

something to eat and he was busy nibbling on a nice ripe 

peach.



"They've given you your own tent...so you can have some 

privacy," she said, her face flushing slightly.  Gene 

grinned up at her with a devilish glint in his eyes.



"Now why would I need privacy?" he asked taking her hand 

and pulling her to sit on his lap.



"Uh, I don't know...maybe so you don't feel so crowded by 

your fans," she said trying to retain her composure.



"I don't mind being crowded by my female fans," he said, 

his voice dropping to that sexy tone that sent shivers of 

desire all through her body.



"The tents are done.  What do you want done next?" asked 

one of the men as he strode up to where Gene and Shannon 

were.  Gene sighed.  Maybe having his own tent wasn't such 

a bad idea.  He leaned close to her ear.



"After everyone is asleep, come to my tent," he said 

stroking his tongue along the outer rim of her ear causing 

her to melt inside.



Shannon got up off his lap and went to help with meal 

preparations.  There were seven tents for the island which 

meant there were five people per tent with one left over 

for Gene.  The tents were large so it wasn't cramped and 

each person had a mattress, pillow and blankets, pretty 

comfortable accommodations considering their location.



Some of the men had gone out to survey the island and were 

just coming back as it was starting to get dark.  Everyone 

was sitting around a fire and listened to what they had to 

report.



"The island is pretty big and there are plenty of fruit 

trees here so we don't have to worry about fresh fruit," 

said one Shannon learned was named Mark.



"There are some small animals here so we're gonna wanna 

keep the food up off the ground to keep them from getting 

it.  Some monkeys and rats and stuff...nothing harmful that 

we found," said the one named Tim.



"Any signs of human life here?" asked on of the fans.  Tim 

shook his head.



"Nothing.  As far as we can tell, we're the only humans 

here," said Tim.  "We can see all islands from the top of 

the hill except Peter's island...and everyone had their 

flags up so things are going okay so far."



Gene was glad that they had taken it upon themselves to 

survey the island.  He wouldn't have thought of that.  He 

was too busy thinking about getting home...



"What about fresh water?  Is there a source of fresh water 

on the island?" asked Shannon.  Mark nodded.



"Yes, there's a small lagoon on the far side of the island, 

but we don't want to use that all up because I'm not sure 

if it's spring fed or if it's rain fed.  The desalination 

devices will probably be our best bet," said Mark.  

Everyone nodded their agreement.



"If anyone has any special skills they think might be 

useful to us here, please let Gene know so he can assign 

duties," said Tim.  



Tim and Mark sat down and Gene knew he was going to have to 

get up and say something to everyone.  He didn't know 

what...but he knew he had to say something to encourage 

them.  He stood up and walked into the center of the group.



"I know I've been designated the leader on the island but 

I'll admit right now, I know very little about the 

outdoors.  I'm lost when it comes to anything that doesn't 

have strings...or breasts," he said and was relieved when 

everyone laughed at his attempt at a joke.  "I don't 

consider myself the leader here.  I think we can all work 

together to make this island run smoothly, but I will have 

final say in any disputes.  Hopefully there won't be any, 

but you never know," he said.  "I just want to say I'm 

sorry for what happened to your cruise.  I know you were 

all looking forward to a relaxing trip, not 'KISS meets 

Robinson Crusoe', so I hope you will accept my apology and 

I assure you, we will refund your money when we return to 

the mainland," he said, cringing at the though of losing 

all that money, but knowing it was the only fair thing to 

do for the fans.  Everyone applauded as he went back to his 

seat.



Once dinner was done, everyone retired to their tents for 

the night.  Shannon was happy that Misha was sharing a tent 

with her.  She didn't relish the idea of sleeping with a 

group of complete strangers.  After everyone had settled 

down and she was sure everyone was asleep, Shannon got up 

and quietly made her way out of the tent.



"Have fun," came Misha's comment from under the blanket.  

Shannon giggled and whispered a thank you before heading 

quietly over to Gene's tent.  



There was no way to knock on a tent...so she just unzipped 

the door.  It was dark enough that she couldn't see 

anything.



"I was wondering if you were going to come," said Gene from 

the dark.



"Had to wait for everyone to fall asleep," she said coming 

in and zipping the door behind her.  She felt strong arms 

wrap around her and she felt herself being hugged to his 

chest just before his lips came down on hers in a 

passionate kiss.  



"Welcome to my humble home," he said leading her over to 

the mattress that served as his bed.



"Gee, it looks just like mine," she said with a giggle.  

They sat down and Gene pulled her to him and kissed her 

again, his tongue finding hers and caressing it.



He lay her back on the bed and continued to kiss her.  Shannon 

moaned.  It had been a long time since a man had touched her 

the way he was and to top it all off, this was Gene Simmons...

her ultimate fantasy.  

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The sun and the sound of voices woke Shannon and she was 

momentarily disoriented.  She couldn't figure out why she 

couldn't get up at first until she realized that someone's 

arm was preventing her from getting up.  She turned over to 

see Gene smiling at her.  He kissed her.



"Good morning," he said.



"Good morning," she replied sitting up.  She rubbed her 

eyes and looked at her watch.  She could hear voices 

outside and knew Misha would be looking for her soon.  "I 

better get going," she said gathering her clothes and 

dressing quickly.  Gene pulled her to him in a passionate 

kiss.



"Thank you for sharing the night with me," he said and she 

smiled.



"My pleasure," she replied before leaving the tent.



She smiled at the people beginning to wake.  This was going 

to be an interesting adventure!