The
Drum Shop---By: Shannon
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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 that night's show 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 was in the area and 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. I'm the one who orders all accessories and 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 looked down to see
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, put up the closed sign 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.
With her body pressed against his the way it was, it was easy to feel the
growing lump in Peter's pants. 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 the insides of her
thighs and then softly stroked her clit with his thumb. Tina gasped and leaned
her head back. Her whole body was tingling and she felt herself growing wetter.
"You like that, don't you," he said continuing to stroke her. All she
could do was moan. Suddenly he slid his finger inside her and she cried out in
ecstasy.
"Oh yesss!" she said throwing her head back. He teased her with his
finger, easily finding that spot that drove her wild. He fingered her until she
thought she would cum and then he pulled it out. He licked her juices off of
his finger and then unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans, pulling them
down and freeing himself from his underwear.
He stroked her clit with his cock before slowly, torturously slowly sliding it
in. Tina let out a gasp and then a moan as she felt him easily slid in. She was
so wet and her body ached for his touch. He grabbed her hips and began
thrusting deeply into her. She couldn't believe this was happening to her and
she was enjoying every second of it.
Peter lifted her shirt and unhooked her bra so he could run his hands over her
breasts. He teased her nipples and Tina felt her first orgasm wash over her.
Peter continued to thrust into her, going deeper with each stroke.
"Harder," she said so he began thrusting even harder, causing her to
cry out with pleasure. "Oh god yesss!" she said. He leaned down and
began sucking on one of her nipples and she felt herself cum again. She felt
her muscles contract against his cock and then felt him swell inside her.
Suddenly his body tensed and he grabbed hold of her hips and rammed himself
deep inside her.
They stayed like that for a few moments and then he pulled out and helped her
sit up. He pulled up his pants and then helped her off the counter. She put her
panties back on and pulled her skirt down. 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.
"Why don't you go clean up and I'll wait for you," he said. Tina
nodded and went into the bathroom to clean up. She looked at her reflection in
the mirror and smiled. She silently thanked her boss for making her work and
then finished cleaning herself up. When she came out, Peter was patiently
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 must have 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