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L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali
Topic Started: July 1, 2012, 2:02 am (22,564 Views)
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L.A Connection

This story is part 4 in my series of James with Hannah: a high class call girl, based on Billie Piper's character Hannah from The UK ITV Series 'The Secret Diary of a Call Girl'.

Part 1: Call Me Francesca http://w11.zetaboards.com/Metallichicks/topic/7323974/1/
Part 2: A French Connection http://w11.zetaboards.com/Metallichicks/topic/7423406/1/
Part 3: A London Extra http://w11.zetaboards.com/Metallichicks/topic/7568399/1/
Part 4: L.A Connection

This story starts in 2017. Ray (James' former assistant) is now working for Lemmy Kilmister of Motorhead. They live in London during the rest of the year and go to LA for summer. This story begins two years after the end of part 3 (2015). It follows Ray, Hannah, James, Lemmy and the Hetfield's. No more spoilers in case you haven't read the earlier stories! ENJOY!




Ray had packed the last of Lemmy’s thirteen suitcases into the waiting SUV. Each one of them seemed heavier than the last—his strong arms were beginning to shake from the weight of them. Finally, with the last one, he got lazy, bouncing it down the tall spiral staircase on its flimsy wheels. He dragged it with effort across the London city cobblestone footpath and prepared himself for the final lurch, hoisting the heavy case into the truck with a groan. There were 8 bass guitar cases stuffed in there too. Ray had no idea how Hannah’s clothes were going to fit—she would have more than a few suitcases herself for five months in America. He was at least grateful they were flying to L.A this summer by private jet—he didn’t fancy dragging all his boss’ luggage through customs in Heathrow.

Motorhead’s summers were always spent in L.A writing and recording, and this year was set to be an even more productive summer for the band. Last year, Ray had travelled alone with Lemmy to Malibu for the summer with Ray providing the level of security in California he had once given James Hetfield. This year, his wife Hannah and their four year old son Anthony were joining them for their Californian trip. After nearly two years of working for Lemmy, Ray had settled again into his role of being a highly skilled personal assistant. Even now, as he packed the luggage into the car on the narrow street, the paparazzi stood some ten metres away; their cameras clicking and whirring knowing Lemmy would soon emerge.

Lemmy was the complete opposite of James to work for. At 69, he was a laid back, quiet, no-nonsense kind of guy—his wife and kids had grown and moved away from him, and now he lived life as he pleased at his own tempo. These days, it involved Cuban cigars and pungent deep brown whiskey. Standing on the street, the door to his mansion wide open, Lemmy wasn’t half as security conscious as James had once been, but Ray rather wished he was. Without Ray escorting him to the waiting car, Lemmy stepped boldly onto the street in the morning sun. He lit a cigarette and tipped his black cowboy hat at Ray. He wore the same heavy belt buckle, cowboy boots, black jeans and tasselled suede leather jacket. His long black hair was oily and scruffy, and he didn’t look an inch out of place in London.

‘Alright Kid?’ he checked in a husky voice. He always called Ray kid—he was as far as he was concerned. Ray’s head returned to sight—his body had been buried between suitcases. His pale face was red and exasperated.

‘I think that’s the best I can do’ he said. He’d made as much space for Hannah’s things as he thought he could. Unlike James, Lemmy didn’t give this slightest sense of caring about the paparazzi that were zooming in on them. He continued with his cigarette as Ray closed the door to the house behind them. Without hurrying, Lemmy accepted the open door Ray offered him to the SUV. He climbed in with embarrassment.

‘Alright alright, I’m not the damn Queen!’ he pretended to complain with a chuckle. Ray smirked as he shut the car door firmly behind him.

The two of them drove towards Hannah and Ray’s house in Chelsea. Ray thought of his young son Anthony with a smile. He was nearly four, and he hadn’t been back to the USA since he was a year old. It pained Ray to remember, but James—his old boss—had once been a father to his own son. Hannah had once left him for James, and Anthony was raised by James as his own for a year while Ray struggled with his vices in rehab. But even now, James retained a connection with Ray’s only son—James was his godfather. Ray had been only loosely in contact with James over the years since he had seen him last in California. When he had fallen in love with Hannah—James’ own call girl—he had left the employment of the Hetfield’s to follow her back to London. To his surprise, James had celebrated Ray’s marriage to Hannah—James’ longest running mistress of seven years. A year later, Ray and Hannah was welcomed baby Anthony into their lives, yet before he was even 6 months old, James had pursued Ray’s new wife once more. Hannah had left Ray for James, taking baby Anthony with her to San Francisco. This time, James had thought he had what he wanted: Hannah was finally set to be his wife. But it was not to be, she had been unable to leave her husband and the realisation that she had played James like the clever call girl she was had settled in hard with James. Hannah had returned to Ray with their baby son Anthony, and the two of them had done their best to rebuild their lives together in London. Now, for the first time since Hannah and Anthony had left James, they were heading back to California.

Los Angeles was already wearing a sticky, humid smog when they arrived. Lemmy’s acclimatisation to the Californian heat had involved removing his heavy leather coat and replacing it with a sleeveless vest. Hannah grinned, Lemmy was still overdressed in his black jeans. I barely spent time with Ray’s boss at all—this summer would be the first time aside from their London gigs that I had met him. His old black eyes smiled with interest at my pale English skin.

That evening, Lemmy welcomed us to his Malibu home. We relaxed poolside, soaking in the early summer sun. Ray remembered the house from the summer before, but I inspected it as new for the first time. To me, LA was completely foreign.

‘Do you mind the travelling, sweetheart?’ Lemmy asked me. His lip curled into an intrigued smile.

‘Not at all’ I smiled back, I was not quite sure that he knew of my working past as a call girl. I was sure Ray would not have told him. His eyes grinned, wetting deliciously with another question.

‘Your husband is a very lucky man’ he purred. His voice resonated in a warm growl that reminded me for a moment of James. I blushed as Lemmy caught my eye, his old face questioned my young eyes. He cast a look at Ray inside: he was preparing us drinks in the kitchen.

‘You’ll love L.A—I’m quite sure’ he winked. His left hand brushed my bare leg as I sat in my bikini. I watched Anthony playing in the shallow water of the pool, his floating device bobbing him along the surface. He was growing to look more and more like his father. I smiled kindly at Lemmy.

‘Yeah?’ I asked—his early attempt to flatter me had caught me off guard. Ray returned poolside with a tray of drinks, and Lemmy’s hand left my smooth pale thigh.

‘I was just telling your lovely wife about L.A in summer’ Lemmy’s voice raised a notch as Ray returned. Ray nodded.

‘When’s the Motorhead and friends gig gonna be?’ Ray asked. Lemmy spoke in his business-like voice.

‘At the Troubadour on the 5th’ Lemmy announced. It was merely two weeks away. Ray swallowed hard, he had an entire gig to organise and guests to invite.

‘Don’t forget the girls!’ Lemmy chuckled in warning, downing his whiskey in a single deep gulp.
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Run Hannah! Run! Lemmy's in the hall of fame and it aint for his skills as a musician!!!

Yay! The saga continues! :nanner: :nanner:
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July 1, 2012, 2:43 am
Run Hannah! Run! Lemmy's in the hall of fame and it aint for his skills as a musician!!!

Yay! The saga continues! :nanner: :nanner:
:lol: :lol: :lol:

Lemmy is a master indeed. There's a reason james idolises him! :lol: :heart:
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July 1, 2012, 2:45 am
Auluna Raie
July 1, 2012, 2:43 am
Run Hannah! Run! Lemmy's in the hall of fame and it aint for his skills as a musician!!!

Yay! The saga continues! :nanner: :nanner:
:lol: :lol: :lol:

Lemmy is a master indeed. There's a reason james idolises him! :lol: :heart:
Oh, poor Ray. He must have some clue about Lemmy's vices :lol: . I get the feeling that Lemmy will be one of those old men in convalescent homes that just sits in his wheelchair and pinches the bums of the female nurses as they walk by :rolleyes:
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Run Hannah! Run! Lemmy's in the hall of fame and it aint for his skills as a musician!!!

Yay! The saga continues! :nanner: :nanner:
:lol: :lol: :lol:

Lemmy is a master indeed. There's a reason james idolises him! :lol: :heart:
Oh, poor Ray. He must have some clue about Lemmy's vices :lol: . I get the feeling that Lemmy will be one of those old men in convalescent homes that just sits in his wheelchair and pinches the bums of the female nurses as they walk by :rolleyes:
Yes, yes he will be! :lol:

However, as you will see in the next chapter, Lemmy is not the only one after Hannah this summer! :wink

More up soon! :cool
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Oh, poor Ray. He must have some clue about Lemmy's vices :lol: . I get the feeling that Lemmy will be one of those old men in convalescent homes that just sits in his wheelchair and pinches the bums of the female nurses as they walk by :rolleyes:
Yes, yes he will be! :lol:

However, as you will see in the next chapter, Lemmy is not the only one after Hannah this summer! :wink

More up soon! :cool
Shall I, take the suit out of storage? :wink
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True to his promise, Ray had not forgotten to invite local girls. In amongst the busy club filled mostly with Lemmy’s friends and metal bands from the 80’s, I felt somewhat out of place in surrounded by young American girls—L.A girls no less. Ray was working on the guest list at the door, so inside I wandered alone, hoping I might see a familiar face. There were not many bands I had met before on the bill—Motorhead were throwing a party and had invited their oldest friends—The Obsournes, Ritchie Blackmore, Aerosmith, Anthrax, Slayer, Metal Church, Testament, Overkill. I wandered through a sea of faces to the bar and ordered a pint—the American bar tender pausing on my foreign face and pouring a standard sized beer.

‘There’s no pints here, darling’ he teased. ‘$4.50’ he said. I had reached for my purse, but a warm arm had leant over the bar.

‘I’ll pay’ he said kindly. I turned and read the gentle blue eyes of the man who offered to buy me a drink. Another pale faced man, with a long curled silver beard. I recognised him from the Big 4 in Amneville: it was Scott Ian from Anthrax. I was pleased his self-promoting shirt had given him away. He passed a ten dollar note across the bar and I smiled kindly as the barman took his offering.

‘Thank you!’ I flirted.

‘I remember you from somewhere…’ he began. His eyes were wondering , his hand touched my arm kindly and his fingers smoothed my forearm to my elbow.

‘Weren’t you on tour with us in Europe once?’ he guessed. I nodded, leaning into his ear to speak in the noisy crowd.

‘The big 4’ I explained. His face lit up.

‘Oh, of course, now I remember! I’m Scotty’ he introduced himself properly with a warm handshake.

‘Hannah’ I smiled warmly into his ear. He kissed my cheek kindly. He paused on my eyes, his hand held me waist still for a moment close to his body admiring me. There was a palpable three second exchange of silence, where he smiled gently imparting his silent thoughts. His eyes skirted noticeably over the curves of my chest .

‘My goodness you’re beautiful!’ he breathed into my throat. His mouth kissed my smooth skin in earnest. His face withdrew and checked mine for a response. He saw my surprised grin and offered me a short nod.

‘Yeah?’ he checked. I knew what he was asking, I knew more than he could ever know just what he wanted. I could read his type and imagine his strong body in bed.

‘Come backstage with me?’ he offered gently. His eyes were horny and directive and his hand slid naughtily down my arm to lock his fingers in mine. He led me through the crowd to the stage door, and we slipped into a narrow hallway backstage. He led me into a dressing room filled with guitars and gear stacked in messy piles. Cables and leads were in a tangled heap on the floor, and a large Marshall amp filled the centre of the small room. He walked me backwards to it, kissing my mouth hotly. My hands fumbled quickly for his belt buckle and he pulled his dick quickly from his shorts into his hand, jerking eagerly in front of me.

‘Can I see your beautiful titties?’ he whispered politely. I nodded eagerly slipping my dress down over my shoulders. I was excited from the adrenalin. I’d not been with a client or another man for a long time—in fact, since James. He moaned as he rubbed his hands eagerly over my pale chest. His mouth kissed my nude chest in a hazy rush.

‘Holy shit baby!’ he panted. He thrusted his hard cock in his hand against my middle. His hands fumbled with the hem of my short dress.

‘Please?’ he panted. I nodded, I wanted him. Voices walked past us in the corridor and we rushed frantically. He had already slid my panties to the floor and lifted me onto the big Marshall amp. He curled my legs around his hips hastily in preparation, rubbing his dick eagerly against me, and taking a deep breath before beginning his urgent pace with a sudden and energetic thrust. I looped my arms around his neck and he held my back as he fucked me hard. I had hoped he would silence me with the palm of his hand, but instead, he let my voice shout openly.

‘Oh fuck!’ he bleated into my throat. His panting voice groaned into my ear. His hips shuddered me along quickly to his pace.

‘Oh fuck that feels good!’ he choked.

‘Yeah!’ I breathed long in excitement. It had been a long time since I had been so eagerly propositioned by a man other than a client. I doubt he knew that men normally charged for my encounters. But his sudden urgency and attraction felt better than a paid opportunity: right in this moment, he wanted me. He groaned harder as he pounded me: his arms were strong and fit, tattooed almost as heavily as James. After a minute more, he lifted me to my feet from the tall amp and turned me around. He fucked me even faster from behind, his cock slid deep and hard to my open cries.

A loud knock came to the door and a voice called out.

‘Gotta get the gear!’ the tech called. It was clear from the hallway we were fucking loudly in the dressing room. Scotty refused to reply. He continued, his race was nearly over and as his hips buckled hard into me he made a heady cry.

The door opened, the tech was oblivious to our encounter. He took the leads he needed from the floor and left—the door was open to the hallway. I hardly cared, I slipped my panties quickly back up my legs and Scott helped smooth my dress back into place.

A deep chuckle came from the hallway, and I knew instantly it was Lemmy. Scott had slid his jeans back up his legs and rebuckled himself in front of me with a happy sigh.

‘Thank you!’ he kissed with a short laugh. I grinned, I had enjoyed it too. He made a quick exit, leaving me to untangle my hair in the dressing room mirror. I heard the tap of heavy metal-capped cowboy boots on the floor behind me.

‘Well, you are the prettiest thing I have ever seen’ Lemmy started in a coy voice. I turned to smile, pleased with my spontaneous encounter with an old acquaintance. I continued to smooth my hair, my eyes followed him in the mirror. He stood behind me, teasing me until I felt the cold metal of his belt buckle on my back. He rubbed his hips a little to prove his point.

‘Anytime you wanna to share that beautiful pussy in my dressing room is fine with me’ he purred into my ear standing behind me at the mirror. ‘Just I hope it’s me next time’ he added with a dirty laugh.
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I would say tie Lemmy down, but he's probably most dangerous when he's on his back :lol:

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I would say tie Lemmy down, but he's probably most dangerous when he's on his back :lol:

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And yes, you may need your shark costume. I have a LOT planned! :nanner:
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I would say tie Lemmy down, but he's probably most dangerous when he's on his back :lol:

:horns: :horns2
:lol:

And yes, you may need your shark costume. I have a LOT planned! :nanner:
Let's just hope Lemmy isn't too keen on a new pair of sharkskin boots :P
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After Motorhead’s set finished in the early hours of the morning, Ray led me from the club as it began to thin out. He and I were both skipping Lemmy’s after party and heading back home to Malibu. Lemmy was in full swing backstage chugging down shots of tequila and I knew Ray couldn’t stay to watch. He was trying hard not to regress and stay clean. I admired my husband for his strength, he still struggled with his vices but we both knew his boss was not always the best company for a recovering alcoholic.

On the dark street, Ray hailed us a cab. Finally, an empty car pulled up kerbside. Ray had stepped forward to open the passenger door for me, but had stopped short. A familiar man had spoken his name. At first, I had thought it were my guilty conscience at work after my backstage quickie with Scott. But this man’s voice was unmistakable.

‘Ray?’ James asked. Ray had turned in amazement to face his old friend. James stood on the sidewalk in his own leathers and jeans—I don’t know how I had missed him in the club!

‘Hannah!’ he exclaimed in surprise. ‘How are you both?’ he asked warmly. I stood next to my husband on the street with James in amazement—the realisation dawning on me that Ray had purposely not told me James had been invited. There was an awkward silence as my thought settled palpably between James and I. We had not seen each other since I had left him after our failed engagement two years prior.

‘We’re great!’ Ray answered a little forcefully. He squeezed my body tightly into his in front of James. I accepted my husband’s hug awkwardly as James’ eyes surveyed me with longing. I had not contacted him at all, and I knew he would be curious about Ray and I now and Anthony too.

‘How long are you here for?’ he asked. ‘You fly out for the weekend?’ James guessed casually, although I thought he knew otherwise.

‘No—we’re here until September’ Ray explained. James’ eyes widened and a smile broadened his face.

‘Oh, right!’ he grinned. ‘Well, I’m heading back to San Francisco tomorrow’ James explained. Ray’s face relaxed at the news.

‘In that case, you better come and visit us at Lemmy’s in Malibu’ Ray offered. ‘Anthony is here too’ I added. I was still shocked to see him—his broad shoulders, his skin, his eyes—and the red rose tattoo on his neck that he had inked for me captured my heart the way it always had. James gulped again at the sight of me, his eyes welling a little with tears.

‘I’d love that’ James admitted. His voice was choked up as he spoke.

‘See you guys tomorrow!’ and he offered a casual embarrassed wave as he disappeared into his waiting car.

‘Wow’ Ray mumbled. ‘I didn’t think he would show’ he admitted. I turned my head accusingly to my husband.

‘And when were you going to tell me you’d invited him?’ I asked defensively. Ray shot me a dark look. His bad mood grew into coldness between us on the sidewalk.

‘Taxi!’ he yelled angrily into the night.
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Oh and it continues :) :) Yes Yes Yes :nanner: :nanner: :nanner: :nanner: :nanner:

i wonder if Hannah will be able to resist James :biggrin :biggrin :biggrin
I think Not :)
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Oh and it continues :) :) Yes Yes Yes :nanner: :nanner: :nanner: :nanner: :nanner:

i wonder if Hannah will be able to resist James :biggrin :biggrin :biggrin
I think Not :)
:biggrin Hi! Glad you're back!! :heart:

I'll have another chapter up in a few mins....
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‘I didn’t invite him, Lemmy wanted him there!’ Ray growled. He had not spoken to me for the entire taxi ride home.

‘I thought he wouldn’t come if he knew you and I might be there, but apparently not’. Ray fumed. ‘Does he still call you?’ he whirled angrily. We were preparing to get into bed, although I wasn’t keen to start an argument with my husband in the early hours of the morning.

‘No, of course not! I’ve not spoken to him at all since I left!’ I defended myself. Ray knew everything, I had no secrets from him about James. I thought badly of my dressing room fling with Scott Ian from Anthrax earlier that night. I pulled back the blankets carefully and settled quietly into bed next to my husband.

‘I don’t fucking trust James around you!’ Ray steamed.

‘Oh calm down, Ray! He just wants to see Anthony!’ I explained. I rolled over and turned off the light above our bed.

‘If he so much as fucking looks at you, I’ll…..’ Ray’s voice wandered silently into an idle threat.

‘He won’t, Ray’ I said finally. I was exasperated with my husband. But I knew from the way James had scanned my eyes on the street that he missed me. Perhaps Ray had seen it too.

James arrived the next morning as promised. He was lively and jovial, greeting Lemmy as an old friend. The four of us chatted over coffee on the patio outside. An hour later I checked my watch.

‘I’ll just go and see if Anthony is awake now’ I offered. Ray nodded shortly and James’ face lit up. I left them waiting as I made to my son’s bedroom upstairs. His four year old face grinned at me, he was already up, smiling and happy to see me.

‘Anthony! There’s someone here to see you!’ I said.

‘Who?’ he asked innocently.

‘Remember I told you that we used to live in California?’ I asked him. His face nodded.

‘Well, a man called James used to live with you and mummy, he’s here to see you!’ I grinned. I knew now that Anthony would not remember James as his daddy the way he once had.

‘Okay’ he said. My announcement had not phased him, his child’s mind was unable to register the situation. I led him downstairs, he was a tall boy now, his head nearly made to my waist.
‘Anthony!’ James exclaimed. He stood in amazement to take in the features of the small boy who walked towards him. Ray turned his head away, not wanting to see James’ loving reaction to his son. I stood behind my son who saw James as a stranger, encouraging him to greet our visitor.

‘Anthony, this is James’ I whispered into my son’s ear. The horrible irony that he didn’t know the man who was once his father figure was painful to see on his confused face. ‘Say hello!’ I whispered. Anthony offered James a stiff hand and James shook it with a small laugh.

‘Hello again!’ he grinned. James opened his arms to Anthony and he looked to me with a confused expression. ‘Go on!’ I encouraged him, and my son accepted James’ awkward offer.

‘You’re so tall!’ James smiled, scruffing up my son’s hair. Anthony grinned, he knew to take a compliment politely.

‘Thank you’ he said in a small voice. James’ blue eyes adored Anthony’s small face once more, remembering his features like three years had not passed at all.

‘James, I’m sorry but I need to get on’ Ray stood breaking the reunion. My face looked at Ray sternly, knowing he was selfishly cutting James’ visit short.

‘Okay’ James accepted Ray was mad at him for his closeness with Anthony. In my mind, it was hypocritical for Ray to have asked him to be Anthony’s godfather without letting him visit. Although, I suppose it was before James and I had tried to cement our relationship. It had ended badly, I had broken off the engagement, but James had promised, he had sworn that he had always wanted our relationship to continue. He had accepted that finally, I didn’t, but his hopes of me becoming his wife had not ended—he had still loved me when he let me go. His final words to me in the car at the airport some three years ago were haunting me: I’ll never stop loving you, Hannah. And now, those same eyes begged me for a moment alone. I lifted Anthony into my seat next to Ray and walked James to the door. I had only a minute to speak with James out of earshot from my husband.

‘I’m sorry’ I whispered to James. He turned to face me with the kind, loving eyes he always offered me.

‘It’s alright, it’s just so good to see you Hannah—and Anthony’ he added warmly. He opened his mouth to speak, but paused for a moment.

‘I fly home today, but I’m back in LA in two days’ he admitted. ‘The band are just finishing recording the new album here in West Hollywood’ he explained. ‘I’ll be here during the weeks for the next few months’ he grinned. His eyes twinkled. ‘Can I come and see Anthony again another day…perhaps when Ray’s not around?’ he asked. His hand stroked my arm as the question settled in. I grinned. I knew exactly what he wanted.

‘Of course!’ I whispered. I opened the front door knowing Ray and Lemmy would be listening for James’ departing voice.

‘Nice to see you James!’ I said loudly. James grinned, knowing I was speaking this way on purpose.

‘I’ll see you again very soon, Hannah!’ he whispered, offering me a gentle parting kiss to the cheek.
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