| Welcome to zetaboards. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: July 1, 2012, 2:02 am (22,578 Views) | |
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 8:11 am Post #376 |
|
Deleted User
|
Sense? James?
|
|
|
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 8:12 am Post #377 |
|
Deleted User
|
Downstairs at home that night, out of earshot from Hannah, James called Sammy Hagar. He missed being in San Rafael sometimes, if only because his buddies would drop by his workshop where he and Hagar would talk cars, engines, petrol, guitars and girls for hours. Tonight’s call was social too, making up for lost time between them. He was one of James’ few genuine friends beyond the band. They also shared each other’s’ vices: booze and hot young blondes. Hagar’s chain of Cabo Wabo Tequila bars across the US employed hundreds of hot young girls in bikini’s serving brews by Hagar himself. James had done his best to stay away from bars of any kind since he’d achieved sobriety, but still, Hagar told him all about his success in the bar and entertainment business. ‘I’m telling ya, these girls, they can sell drink like nothing else. I’m shifting more of it that I can make in Hawaii. Just opened a new bar in Maui last year, I can’t get enough girls behind the bar to serve, it’s packed!’ he boasted. James listened to Hagar ramble about his success for a while longer. ‘So how have you been keeping?’ he asked James at last. ‘Good—Chelsea was born last month!’ James exclaimed, recounting the story of his third daughter’s birth. Eventually the topic changed to the reason for his call. ‘So ah, I’m calling to ask you about a girl named Kelly Young?’ James asked carefully. ‘Yeah? What about her?’ Hagar had turned on his teasing voice, and James knew and had expected that he might. ‘The hot blonde with the butterfly tattoos?’ Hagar corrected her in his mind. ‘Yeah, that’s the one’ James admitted settling deep into his leather couch. He was sitting in the dark, in stealth, hoping Hannah could not overhear him. ‘Well, I can’t say I ever got to fuck her, sadly, because I would’ve’ Sammy began. James cringed, he thought as much. ‘She worked at my bar in Vegas, then I asked her to come out on tour with Chickenfoot in 09’ he explained. ‘She did, but I think we were a bit much for her. She stayed out on the road with us for a few weeks, but went home’ he trailed off. ‘Can I ask why?’ James inquired, this was exactly why he had rung his friend for her character reference. ‘Well, let’s just say she sucks dick like a pro. Like really, I mean holy fuck!’ he boasted. James couldn’t help but admit that he had already entertained the thought. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. His hand slid absent-mindedly to his thigh. ‘Fuck yes!’ Hagar confirmed. ‘Why, you thinking of taking her out on the road?’ he laughed. James coughed, admitting that he did. ‘Right, well I think she’d be fine’ Hagar admitted. ‘You do?’ James asked nervously. ‘Yeah—why, you never had a female assistant?’ Hagar chuckled. James was too ashamed to admit he had not. ‘Nope. The last assistant I had was Ray, remember him?’ ‘I sure do!’ Hagar laughed. ‘Jesus, he was a great kid. Whatever happened to him?’ he asked with a hearty laugh. James couldn’t even begin to explain. ‘He’s split between London and L.A now, he works for Lemmy’ James admitted. He couldn’t even begin to explain about Hannah. ‘Well, say hi to your Mrs for me’ Hagar chuckled. ‘Is she your wife yet?’ ‘No, not yet’ James replied. He thought on his friend’s suggestion, last time he had proposed to Hannah had not gone so well. He was too afraid to try again. ‘Kelly’ll be good to ya, I promise!’ Hagar laughed. James sat in silence holding his phone before deciding to make the call. He was nervous, he registered the butterflies that formed in his stomach like the one’s inked to her arm as he dialled her number. She answered almost immediately. ‘Kelly?’ he asked. ‘Yes, James?’ she breathed eagerly. He could tell she had been waiting for his call. ‘Would you like to work for me on the upcoming tour on a trial, with the hope of becoming my permanent PA?’ he asked generously. ‘Oh yes!’ she squealed excitedly. She seemed to be sharing the news with someone in the background. James breathed a laughing sigh at her jubilance down the phone. ‘I can’t wait!’ she replied. His stomach did a nervous flip: neither could he. |
|
|
| -DJ- | August 22, 2012, 8:26 am Post #378 |
|
Blackened
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
God, he's so annoying! Poor hannah and the kids
|
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 8:28 am Post #379 |
|
Deleted User
|
You know me, plot twist Queen. Just wait and see......
|
|
|
| Oh Hell | August 22, 2012, 8:35 am Post #380 |
![]()
Outlaw Torn
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
*shines boots* So... she sucks good dick huh? She should go find herself a guy called Richard... |
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 8:37 am Post #381 |
|
Deleted User
|
|
|
|
| lusy_orion | August 22, 2012, 9:11 am Post #382 |
![]()
To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
My first thought about all of this was "she's gonna taste her own medicine", because she's gonna stay at home and he got himself a new "assistant"...and she is supposedly very good in assists... ...oh and James, glue the damn thing to your pants if if there is no other way... So....more please this is getting very interesting...
|
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 9:12 am Post #383 |
|
Deleted User
|
Yeah, he'll have to work very hard at keeping it in his pants I think!Thanks for reading! More on the way! |
|
|
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 9:14 am Post #384 |
|
Deleted User
|
Two days before they left for tour, Kelly arrived at James and Hannah’s home in West Hollywood. He introduced her to Hannah as the wardrobe girl and led her up to his bedroom where she packed four large suitcases full of clothes for tour. I watched her intently as I breastfed Chelsea on the daybed in our bedroom. James had gone downstairs to his music room to choose his gear to take leaving Kelly to do her job. Naively, I didn’t question Kelly’s presence. I knew now that he didn’t have Ray as an assistant anymore, that touring would be logistically more difficult for him, so the wardrobe girl packing up his closet didn’t strike me at all as unusual. James returned at a quick run up the stairs, his face had broken into an embarrassed sweat. I looked up at him with a smile and he kissed me as I held Chelsea in my arms. ‘She’s feeding well this morning’ he observed. He stroked his daughter’s head kindly. Kelly had raised her head to see the baby. ‘James, can you show me which jackets you wear most often?’ she asked. His entire wardrobe was filled with black leather jackets. I answered for him. ‘The one closest to you, on the large wooden hanger’ I replied. She smiled and took it from the hanger. James joined her in the our walk-in wardrobe. ‘Take this one too’ he pointed. ‘And I wear this one a lot’ he took his black high collared woollen coat off a tall hanger out of her reach. ‘Thank you’ she smiled. James nodded kindly, watching her arrange his clothes carefully in his suitcases far neater than he ever could. Lars was right. She knelt on the floor, her long blonde hair trailing forward as she folded and packed his numerous black t-shirts. He realised he had been watching her for a good minute without moving, once more he shook himself out of her spell he was finding himself under. She knelt, looking up at him from the floor with a naughty smile. ‘You’ll have to tell me which ones are your favourite for when I do laundry’ she smiled. James blushed at her position beneath him on the floor, he knew he shouldn’t be alone with her in his walk-in wardrobe. ‘Sure’ he said, turning to leave to give her space. She continued to pack and James wiped his forehead with his sleeve. An hour later, he met her downstairs to talk. He had ground rules to run through. ‘I’m a recovering alcoholic, so I don’t want any alcohol anywhere near me. I don’t want it in the hotel mini-bar please make sure it gets taken out before I get there, I don’t ever want to see any booze in my dressing room either. Sorry to sound pedantic, but I just can’t it’s really important to me. And the same goes for not drinking around me when you’re working. No drugs either, alright?’ she nodded curtly to James’ stern voice. ‘On the days off on tour when we’re not playing a gig you can have a day off too. I only want you to work to start with on days we play a show’ he explained. ‘And please, never touch me in public, the paparazzi are bad they’ll turn anything into a scandal. Security will always keep fans from getting too close, so you don’t really need to be my minder. I can take care of myself most of the time’ James explained. ‘The exception is at the gig when we have security around, but you’ll pick it up. And you know Barbara? She can help you out too, I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine’ he explained. He helped her load his heavy suitcases into the car before she left. He returned inside to find me waiting in the kitchen with Anthony. I offered James a sandwich identical to the one I’d just made for our son. ‘Much more to do before you go?’ I asked sadly. I didn’t want him to leave on tour, a month was so long. He stood behind me and smoothed his hands around my waist under my top teasing bare skin. ‘Just a shower with a hot blonde’ he teased kissing my neck. I turned to him with a smile. ‘I hope that’s me!’ I joked. But little did I know, Francesca had once been James’ very first wardrobe girl. |
|
|
| Shayniz21 | August 22, 2012, 10:56 am Post #385 |
|
Poor Twisted Me
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Uh oh, tell me he is going to think with the wrong head and up ruining what he has with Hannah? Oh James you will never learn! |
![]() |
|
| HannahBanana | August 22, 2012, 4:21 pm Post #386 |
|
Poor Twisted Me
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Permission to slap James if anything happens
|
![]() |
|
| Auluna Raie | August 22, 2012, 5:55 pm Post #387 |
|
Shark-Tastic!
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Remember, God gave man a penis and a brain, and only enough blood to run one at a time. Besides, we ALL know how gravity works
|
![]() |
|
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 7:16 pm Post #388 |
|
Deleted User
|
Permission granted!
|
|
|
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 7:16 pm Post #389 |
|
Deleted User
|
We'll have to wait and see!
|
|
|
| Deleted User | August 22, 2012, 7:17 pm Post #390 |
|
Deleted User
|
Indeed! More up very soon, I've got the writing bug back!
|
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
|
|
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Het / Gen · Next Topic » |



Since when has James ever done that?!




![]](http://z1.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)




8:41 PM Jul 10