The wind blew my hair across my face and I pushed it away with my hand.
On my way to the concert, I shivered a little bit as it was getting colder outside.
I zip up my jacket and my breasts stuck out from my low cut shirt.
As the crowd excitedly walked to their seats, I took out my ticket and showed it to the man at the ticket booth.
He took one look at it and nodded his head.
I took it back from him and he handed me my free backstage pass.
They were for the true fans who were always loyal to KISS.
I only happened to be one of the few girls who didn't have a boyfriend.
Sex wasn't really my thing, but I knew that the guys in the band couldn't possibly say no to a few kisses or getting banged.
The next thing I knew, I could hear the announcer on the speaker.
Four men dressed in glamorous costumes and wearing face paint took to the stage and the crowd cheered and screamed their heart out.
I was grinning from ear to ear.
Then, one of the band members took notice of me.
He had a black star painted over his left eye.
Paul Stanley.
That name stuck to me in my mind.
He smiled and mumbled to me.
"Meet me after the show, beautiful".
Paul winked at me and then he chuckled when my face turned red with shyness.
I couldn't believe my luck.
He actually invited me to his own dressing room?!
