Gene Simmons part two

After leaving Inflation with Gene his face covered with a hankie and four bodyguards, we get in the limo. A bodyguard either side of us, one opposite and one in the passenger seat next to the driver. Now I hate to tell you this, but this was the most exciting part of the evening.

As we pull into the underground car park of the Southern Cross Hotel, hundreds of screaming girls surrounded us. I felt like a pop star for a moment, it was exciting. We get into the hotel and the bodyguards leave Gene and I as we enter his suite.

Now don't forget, if you read my previous Blog I had been sitting on dirty concrete at VFL park watching Kiss perform, I had no knickers on and a very short Jenny Bannister white leather min so I felt filthy.

I say to Gene, I need a shower, he says NO, I say YES, I've been sitting on concrete watching you fly through the air and my bum is dirty. He still says NO. So I'm feeling a bit uncomfortble.

Gene says do I mind if he takes some polaroids of me. So I say sure, but he liked my legs the most so concentrated on the the most, had me bending over the couch and touching my toes, all my junk was exposed. After taking heaps of pics. he wants to get busy.

Now here's a tip for all men. Not every woman likes guys going down on us. At least I don't. He spent what seemed like hours buried in my crotch, all I could see was his long wild hair buried between my legs. I'm soo bored. all I can think about is, a couple of hours ago he was flying through the air spitting fire. Now he is worshiping at my alter.

That finshed we talked and got to know each other a little bit. Found out, he does not do any drugs, or drink alcohol, but loves Horror Movies. We watch a movie. Then get down to what I like, kissing and kissing some more. Yes we closed the deal and he was great.

Next morning Gene want's me to go to Adelaide with him and Kiss, but I can't it's my son Bretts birthday 17 November. I ask Gene to sign something for Brett, which he does. Years later I found out from another Rock God, that to ask for a autograph after fcuking them is an insult, who knew.

I'm sent home in a limo, not to my house but to my mothers so I can pick up Brett. Holy shit, all hell breaks loose. In the backyard is my mum, dad, bro and bloody Pierre, my longtime boyfriend. Bloody Pierre has told them that I ditched him and went off with the guy with the long tongue from Kiss.

My mother and I NEVER got along, both Aries both Dragons. She never had an orgasm in her life, so could never understand why I enjoyed sex. I got called every derogatory name under the sun, a common occurance in my family.

I give Brett his autograph which he proudly takes to school to show his friends. I was a good mum.

Years later I had a fling with a guy from The Scatt Brothers another American band. The photographer on this tour was Bob. He was just a friend. When the band went to leave Oz Bob wanted to stay. As Pierre had moved out, I said he could be my flatmate. Bob was 6'8", red henna hair, covered in tattoos and pierceings, a gentle giant. Bob wore a black satin bomber jacket with 'The Worlds Most Fmous Photographer' on the back.

When Bob left a year later, he got in touch with me to tell me he had just seen some photos of me on Gene Simmons wall. Bob was at Gene's house doing a shoot, and Gene showed him his trophy room with polaroids of all the women he had hooked up with from all over the world. I think it was 3000 women then, now it's up to 8000.

This is just one of my many stories about hooking up with famous Rock Gods, more to follow.