The Luck of the Irish-Book Four

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".....final answer?"

Gene paced the floor of the green room nervously, he wasn't used to this kind

of setting. He didn't think he would ever be asked to be on "Who Wants To Be

A Millionaire", but when Doc told him that Calen McGregor would be on this

addition of "Celebrity Millionaire", he quickly agreed. Now, he was

beginning to regret his decision. He didn't want to mess up in front of

someone he admired as much as he did her, so he continued to pace and awaited

her arrival. He had heard a rumor that she might not be able to even show

up, which just made matters worse. This is the first opportunity he has had

to get a chance to meet her since he became a fan 7 years ago.

Calen rushed as fast as she could to the studio. She couldn't believe that

she was going to be on a celebrity addition of "Millionaire". She had been

so busy doing "The Practice", that she didn't even have an idea if she was

going to make it at all. Beverly told her that one of the other contestants

would be Gene Simmons, which thrilled her. She had never met Gene, and was

looking forward to it, if, of course, she could keep herself calm. She

didn't want to go out there looking like a complete idiot.

She was shown to the large green room where she was introduced to the other

contestants. She became really disappointed when she didn't see Gene. But,

after sitting down and taking a breath, she counted and realized that there

were 3 people missing. She asked the producer where the rest of the

contestants were and was told that there were 3 green rooms set up and that

everyone was spread out so they can meet with the other producers, have hair

and make-up done, and just gather themselves. Relieved, Calen settled back

on the couch and pulled out her large folder out of her bag. She opened it

and took out some papers, they were e-mails she was catching up on. She had

joined a KISS e-mail group about 2 months ago, using her screen name Jade.

It was a girls only group and no one in the group knew who she really was,

which is what she preferred. Many members of the group would submit stories,

which she would save, then print out and read on the airplane or whenever she

needed to relax. A member of the group, Shannon, had sent her several of her

stories that she hadn't read, so she had Sheri print them out so she could

read them while waiting for "Millionaire" to tape. She had read "The

Rebellion" on the airplane to NYC, and now she was going to start on the

others. She was still debating on what to read next when the door of the

green room opened up and Gene walked in. She glanced up and spotted him and

a wave of terror went over her. She was so sure she was going to make a mess

of herself, she didn't even bother to get up.

The producer introduced Gene to some of the other contestants, then over to

Calen. Gene was nervous, but tried to be cool, offering his hand to her.

She shook his hand and smiled, then Gene turned and walked over to the other

side of the room and sat down to talk to another producer.

Calen figured that was it for her one-time meeting with Gene Simmons, so she

continued looking through her papers. Sheri came over and sat down next to

Calen.

"Aren't you even going to go over and talk to him?" she asked

"No, he’s busy. Besides, he seems rather uninterested. Anyway, which story should

I read next?"

"I like the title of this one, 'The Pool', read that one, ok?"

"Good, its short, I'll give it a try." She smiled.

"Ok, let me know if you like it, I might read it too." Sheri said, picking up

a magazine.

Calen began reading "The Pool" and soon enough, it began to get

Good, very good. She couldn't help but smile, as she would glance over

at Gene, sitting across the room. It was so strange reading about him while

LOOKING at him. Before she knew it, she caught herself giggle.

"That story MUST be good!" said Sheri, looking up from her magazine.

"Yeah, really good, Shannon gets Gene in a swimming pool, and they…uh, well…"

"WOW!! Give me that!!" Sheri said, grabbing the paper from Calen.

"Wait! I'm not finished with that!" laughed Calen, trying to take the paper back without causing a commotion.

Sheri held the story and they both continued to read. They tried their best

to keep their giggles to themselves, but the story was just so good, they

couldn't help it.

Gene sat and watched Calen intensely. He couldn't figure out what she was

reading, but he figured it must have been good, he could see her blush

slightly, and giggle like a schoolgirl. He loved it, it made her even more

beautiful. His curiosity piqued, he wanted to go over and ask her about it,

but he wanted to wait until she was alone.

When they finally finished with the story, Calen got up and went over to the

refreshment table and got her something to drink. She really needed ice to

put down her pants, she thought, but it would mess up her outfit. She turned

and gently glanced over at Gene, but he wasn't looking at her. Disappointed, she

returned to the couch.

"Chic, why do you think that Gene is uninterested? He hasn't stopped staring

at you," asked Sheri.

"What are you talking about? He hasn't looked at me once since he got in

here." She whispered, leaning in.

"Of course he has, he just looks away when he sees you glance his way."

"Are you sure?" asked Calen wishfully, wanting to look over at Gene.

"Yeah, he is looking at you right now......don't look! Just trust me! He’s

studying every move you make!"

"No way! Really?"

"It might be best if I leave you alone, maybe he'll come over and talk to

you" Sheri said, getting up and walking briskly outta the room before Calen could utter a response.

"But, wait." Calen said, but it was too late, Sheri had already left.

Calen put her stories away and got up to look around. She went back to the

refreshment table, but didn't see anything that appealed to her, so she walked

over to the large make-up mirror and gave herself another check. She

straightened her leather skirt and white, cropped sweater and ran her fingers

through her hair. She checked through the drawers, hoping to find a brush,

but was out of luck. When she looked up, she saw in the mirror that Gene was

standing behind her, smiling. She turned around and looked up at him.

"Hello," he said with a sly smile. He had finally gotten his confidence

back. "I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you sooner, but there was just

so much going on, you know..."

"Yes, I understand that, don't worry about it." said Calen. She could since

his self-assuredness and met it with her own.

"I was curious, I hope you don't mind, what were you looking at earlier that

had you so amused?" Gene asked.

"Oh, it was just some e-mail that someone sent, it wouldn't interest you."

“Did it have to do with me?” he asked.

Calen scratched her head. “Well, yes, but, I’m not sure if you would want to read something like this.”

"I don't know, try me."

"Well, ok, since everyone has left, you might get a kick out of it." said

Calen, as she went to get the story out of her bag. Gene followed.

"Here it is," Calen said, handing it to Gene. "It was written by a woman on

my e-mail list.”

“You have an email list?” he asked.

“Well, I have several, but this isn’t for me, it’s a KISS list.” She smiled.

Gene smiled, sat down began to read. He stopped abruptly and looked back up at Calen. "Well, this doesn't waste much time does it?" he asked,

blushing slightly.

Calen laughed. "Yeah, I know." she said sitting down next to Gene.

"Is this what my fans think of me?" he asked flabbergasted. "I have never

thought of myself as a sex symbol."

"Yes, many fans do, they find you sexy, and mysterious. It's an image of

course. I go through this all the time, but this is different, I…" she stopped.

Gene was curious. "How is this different?"

"These are fantasies, things that could, in some way, possibly happen, taking

the real you, and putting you in their lives. I can relate to that."

"Oh, you can? Then, can I assume you are a fan?" Gene teased.

"Uh, yes, you can say that." Calen laughed. She didn't laugh out of embarrassment of admitting she was a fan, but rather at Gene’s reaction to her revelation.

"Well, then if you are also on this list, then is it safe to assume you also

have a fantasy?" Gene asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"Umm, well, yes, I guess I do." Calen said, also beginning to

tease. She knew where his questions were leading, but wasn't going to let

him get the best of her.

Gene moved closer and held out the story to her. "Why don't we just read

this together?"

"Well, ok, I'll read Shannon's part and narrate, you be yourself." she said.

She hadn't expected him to do this, but she loved the idea.

"Good." said Gene, scooting even closer to her.

They both began to read from the beginning. For the most part, it went well,

but then after Gene got in the pool, it began to heat up.

"'Knowing you were naked, wet and alone, how was I supposed to go back to

sleep?'" Gene read in his usual cool, seductive voice. It was slowly driving

Calen crazy, and he knew it.

"'How did you know I wasn't expecting someone to meet me here?'" Calen

continued to read.

"'Were you?'" Gene read.

"'No, but what if I was?'" she read, her breath getting more shallow, knowing

what was coming next.

"'I would have told him to go away and come back another day because you were

busy'" Gene read, a big smile on his face.

"'Busy doing what?'" she read in an equally seductive voice.

"'Me'" he read, while whispering it in her ear.

Calen dropped the paper and got up, she couldn't read anymore. This was just

too much for her.

"Are you alright?" Gene asked.

"No, well yeah, I’m fine, just read on and you'll see why." she said breathless

Gene continued to read aloud, Calen hanging on every word. Damn! He is

good! she thought to herself. When he got finished, he looked up at her and

grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Well, that is a good story!" he said. "So tell me, is that the kinds of

fantasies you have also?"

Calen blushed, but turned away before he could see it. She was determined to

not fold up under the pressure, she was going to have this man, but it would be under her terms.

"Maybe…" she said, turning back around. "What about you? Do YOU

have any fantasies?"

"Yes, I do" he answered, getting caught off guard, but not too much.

That was exactly the ammunition Calen needed. She turned back around and started him in the eye. "Are they about me?" she asked slowly walking over to him.

"Yes" he answered in a tone that made Calen's breasts tingle. “I would be lying if I said I didn't think about you in a, umm, less than friendly way.”

“Oh? Well, maybe you would like to share some of those, not so friendly, thoughts with me?”

Gene shifted in his seat a bit. "I don't think talking about it would be a very good idea right now, but I would be more than happy to show you," he said, reaching out and touching her the inside of her thigh.

She loved the way it felt for him to touch her, but she had to stay in the driver’s seat in order to win this little game. She backed away slowly, and

began to walk around the room, like a cat stalking her prey.

"There will be plenty of time for that later. Or have you forgotten, we have

a show to do?" she said.

"Yes, I remember," he sighed, "but can you blame me if I want to touch you?" he

asked, slowly standing to his feet.

Calen went and stood in front of the mirror again, and watched as Gene came

up behind her and put his hands around her waist. He buried his face in her

hair and worked his way down to her neck. She felt his finger pull away her shirt from her neck and his soft kisses coming fast behind. She lost

herself for a moment and laid her head back against him and sighed. Gene

smiled to himself, thinking he had won, but Calen was slick. She regained

her composure and moved away from him.

"No, no, no, Mr. Simmons, you aren't going to win that easily." she laughed at herself for losing control.

"You're going to make me work at this aren't you?" he asked.

Calen just laughed and Gene got his answer.

"5 minutes Mr. Simmons, Miss McGregor!" the producer shouted. Calen headed for the door, but Gene grabbed her arm.

"I just don't know if I can wait that long. I'm not used to waiting. If you’re a real fan of mine, you know that I'm more accustomed to getting things my way." Gene teased.

Calen reached up and grabbed Gene by the shoulders, pulling him down to his knees. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "The first time I ever discovered what you could truly do to me, I was 17. I watched an old video with my friends, and there was a small clip of you during your bass solo in makeup. I watched, not sure what you were going to do, but then, slowly, I marveled as the blood began to come

out of your mouth, ummm, just from the edges at first, then I saw your tongue slide out, exactly as I wanted it.” She ran her hands through his hair, as Gene ran his hands around and caressed her ass through her leather skirt. He was hanging on every word she whispered. “It was if you did just as I commanded. I have never wanted anything more in my life than to have you inside me. That was 14 years ago. I have been a very patient girl. My prize will come soon. Now, it’s your turn to wait. I promise I will be worth it."

Gene cleared his throat. "So, you're going to make me suffer then?" he asked, his face buried in her

chest.

"Think of it like cookies, your favorite chocolate chip cookies.” She said, backing away from him. “You see this cookie,it's brand new, you have never tasted it before, but you know it will be delicious, probably the best you ever had, now, if you walk right over and get it and eat it, then it's gone, but if you wait, think about it, anticipate it, WANT it, then when you finally get to taste it, you go crazy and devour it, like an animal, loving every bite. Make since?"

Gene was speechless. He just looked at her, licking his lips. Calen smiled

back and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She leaned against it and shut her eyes. She couldn’t believe how well she had held out against him. Oh God, she moaned, walking toward the studio.

Finally after a long day of taping, everyone was told to come back tomorrow.

Calen headed for the green room to retrieve her stuff and head back to her

hotel to get some rest. She also wanted to get away from Gene, who was

beginning to stalk her. Not that she cared of course, but she wanted to make

it last, she wasn't quite ready to give in yet. She had her bags in hand, when Gene cornered her at the door before she could get out.

"Ohhh, and where might you be going?" he asked slyly.

"Ummm, back to my hotel" she said with total assuredness.

"Not so fast, I think we might have something to do first."

He walked over to her and took her bags, throwing them next to the couch. Then he

grabbed her and kissed her, letting his tongue tease hers. She moaned under

his soft kiss and threw her hands around his neck and grabbed his hair. He

ran his hands down to her ass again, rubbing hard and pressing her against

him.

As much as her mind tried, she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, fight him any longer. She allowed Gene to have total control over her. He ran his mouth down the

length of her neck, taking in the scent of her perfume and the feel of her

soft skin. There was no way out now, he knew he couldn't wait to get to the

hotel.

"Please, let me have you now…" he begged in her ear.

"Oh yes, lock the door." was all she could whisper He reached around her back and immediately locked the door. Neither one of them was in the mood to be interrupted.

"Wrap yourself around me." he said. She did as he commanded, wrapping her

legs around his waist. He then picked her up and carried her to the

back dressing area. He placed her up on the large counter, then

reached over and with one swift motion, knocked all of the items off into the floor. Calen leaned her head against the mirror, arching her back as Gene ran his hand up her thigh again, while his other

hand caressed her breasts. Then, he got down on his knees and started

kissing her thighs, all the while slowly spreading her legs apart. This was

driving her insane and she began to moan. She grabbed his head and directed

his way up, but he stopped before he got to her most sensitive area. He

grabbed her underwear and ripped it off, then, standing back up, he pulled

her tightly to him. She could feel his erection through his pants. She

reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands through his chest, all

the way down to the top of his pants. Eagerly, she unzipped them and reached

her hand in, feeling the hardness of his erection. Gene leaned his head

back and growled at her touch, knowing if she didn't stop soon, he would

come. He took her hand away and again pulled her to him, but this time there

was nothing between them. He entered her hard, pushing her back against the

mirror and she held on to the counter for support. She again wrapped herself

around his waist, but he took her legs and pushed them up high, allowing him

to get deep inside her. Like a hungry animal, he thrust himself in and out

of her, deeper each time. He loved the way she felt inside, so hot and wet,

and she loved how he felt, so hard and long. She begged him to thrust harder

and like a slave, he accommodated his mistress.

"Oh God Gene, I'm so hot!" she cried out. Her arms were getting tired from

pressing against the counter, but she didn't dare ask to stop, she was loving

this position and wanted to continue as long as he did. Gene continued to

growl as he thrust in and out of her, holding on and waiting for her to cum.

"AWWWWW!!!!" she screamed finally as she came, reaching up and grabbing Gene

around the neck, hugging him, knowing he wouldn't be far behind. The cries

of her cumming made him explode with such force, he thought he would go

through the roof! He held her tight, listening to her last few moans of

pleasure. Thoroughly exhausted, they didn't move for what seemed like an

eternity. Then, they heard a knock.

“Oh god, someone heard us.” She panicked. Gene put his finger to her mouth.

“Shhhhh, its ok, there’s no way anyone can hear us in here.” He assured her.

“Miss McGregor? Are you in there?”

"Yes?" Calen finally answered, trying to not sound out of breath.

"Miss McGregor, we will be closing this room in 10 minutes, and your friend

is waiting outside for you." said a stage-hand.

"Thank you! Tell her I will be out in a minute!" she yelled back.

They waited, not saying a word until they heard him leave, then they started

laughing.

"Boy! I can just see the headline in the Enquirer now!" Calen joked.

They both got straightened up, then Calen got her bags

and headed for the door, but turned back to Gene. She wanted too much to

think that this wouldn’t be the end, but she had a feeling it was.

“What's wrong Calen?” he asked, observing her odd expression.

“Oh, its nothing. Just that I, well, never mind. I guess I’ll see ya around.” She answered, grabbing the door knob.

Gene smiled and took her hand, kissing it.

"Come on." he said, "My hotel has a swimming pool."

Calen laughed with relief as she walked with Gene hand in hand out of the

studio.

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