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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 (22,577 Views)
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The band had flown straight to Norway to begin their month-long stay in Scandinavia. After Olso, they would be taking up residency in Copenhagen for ten shows before moving on to Sweden and Finland before heading home to the US. On the plane, they talked and Gio sat nearby leaning over the plane chair to listen.

‘Please, be discreet in everything that you do’ James asked of her politely. Otherwise it’ll just draw attention to me and the other guys. ‘When we’re out in public, please go just ahead of me so if there’s people waiting outside the hotel I can easily get through. Usually, if there’s not too many people waiting I’ll stop for photos or autographs’ he explained, Kelly nodded. ‘If it’s busier, you’ll need to wait for Gio’s instructions. Sometimes we find some other way in or he might take me in. I don’t expect you to be my bodyguard, just to keep people back, ask for space, or something like that, ok?’ he smiled. Her young face was taking in as much as she could of what he was saying. James wondered if her youthfulness might be a hindrance. He knew at least, that he wanted to give her a chance. He thought perhaps Gio was thinking the same thing.

When they landed in Oslo, their car trip from the airport to the hotel was her first test. The band all travelled individually, and Kelly opened the car door for James, taking his carry-on bag and closing the door behind him. They rode the short car ride in near silence, their tour driver doing all the work. They pulled up outside the hotel, James remembered it well, they visited Olso nearly every other year. It was 11pm and only a handful of fans waited outside on the cold night for the band.

‘This’ll be no problem’ James observed. He stepped out onto the pavement and Kelly went ahead just as he asked. He paused to sign a few autographs in the cold night for the fans who had waited.

‘OK, thanks!’ he said and she led him inside into the warm hotel foyer. Gio followed inside with their bags, and Barbara led Lars to the front desk.

‘Check in under the alias’ James reminded her in a whisper. She grinned, she remembered. Upstairs she closed the curtains in James’ suite and hung up his clothes for the next day. She had asked ahead and the hotel staff had removed the alcohol from the mini-bar. He too had noticed she had passed that test.

‘So I’ll leave you to sleep?’ she asked, not knowing what else he wanted. But they were both jetlagged and had slept on the plane.

‘I was gonna get room service and watch tv for a bit, if you wanna hang out?’ James asked. He sat on the bed and took off his shoes. He knew that he was going to miss Hannah’s company while he was on tour. He and Ray were friends and had spent plenty of time on tour together, sight-seeing, eating out, watching movies and mooching around. But now, he wasn’t exactly sure how much of those things he could do with a hot young blonde he could barely stop having inappropriate thoughts about. He pushed the thoughts from his mind with a low growl that cleared his throat.

‘Are you hungry?’ she asked, offering him the menu. She sat nervously on the bed beside him. James took it from her carefully. Her top had gaped open as she leaned over to pass it to him. He had dared himself not to look, but he had. Her tits were smooth and curved and he had caught a glimpse of them framed in a white bra. She seemed to know he had, and flicked her loose blonde hair over her shoulder. She sat as close to him on the bed as she could without being in his lap.

‘I’ll share something with you?’ she offered. She deliberately touched his arm with hers as she pointed to the menu.

‘Buffalo wings?’ she suggested. James shook his head.

‘Too messy’ he said simply. She tried again, this time her tits rubbed his arm as she leant into him.

‘How about the turkey salad?’ she suggested.

‘With fries’ James smiled closing the menu. He wanted to be a little naughty, he couldn’t always keep to his diet.

He sat forward to move awkwardly away from her body that had moved into his. He thought perhaps it was a mistake to sit with her on the bed.

‘I’m gonna take a shower’ he announced, thinking of how he could escape from her for little while. He stood from the bed and found his shirt had stuck to his chest, it was wrinkled in sweat. All he could think about was the tight erection in his jeans from being close to her. But once more, he exercised his self-control.

‘Won’t be long’ he promised.
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*pulls out blackboard and puts on professor glasses* "Here students, we have the wonderment known as gravity. In it's infinite wisdom, nature has designed the male body in such a way that gravity pulls the blood away from the male mind that houses logic and straight into the one that gets him into trouble every time. Observe the next slides to see this in action" ~Professor Sharkington~
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August 23, 2012, 1:10 am
*pulls out blackboard and puts on professor glasses* "Here students, we have the wonderment known as gravity. In it's infinite wisdom, nature has designed the male body in such a way that gravity pulls the blood away from the male mind that houses logic and straight into the one that gets him into trouble every time. Observe the next slides to see this in action" ~Professor Sharkington~
:lol: Part two of this scene coming up next! :rolleyes:
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.....can I help him with that shower :biggrin
Oh Hetfield....like i said...glue the damn thing to your pants.... :lol:
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August 23, 2012, 5:43 am
.....can I help him with that shower :biggrin
Oh Hetfield....like i said...glue the damn thing to your pants.... :lol:
It's alright, he's helping himself! :lol:
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The food had arrived before James had emerged from the bathroom after his shower. He had combed his long wet hair to the side and wrapped a towel around his waist. He emerged shirtless and her eyes widened into impressed spheres as she saw him.

‘Sorry James’ she looked away, embarrassed to having been caught staring at his body. He took the clean black jeans from the wardrobe that were meant for tomorrow and pulled them up his legs under the towel. He dropped the towel to the floor and pulled a black TANK t-shirt over his head and turned back towards her.

‘That feels better’ he said out loud, grateful to feel clean. He had jerked off vigorously in the shower. He knew he couldn’t come back to the bedroom frustrated and with a throbbing erection. He didn’t want her to know he had any such thoughts going through his mind at all. He felt considerably clearer now. He sat at the table and ate hungrily.

‘So do you miss your wife?’ Kelly asked. James thought for a moment before he replied. He could only assume she meant Hannah, he didn’t think she knew anything about Francesca.

‘I do—Chelsea’s only four weeks old. I hope they’ll be alright’ he thought out loud.

‘How many kids do you have?’ she asked.

‘Five’ he replied, swallowing hard. He shovelled fries hungrily as he spoke.

‘And I just became a grandfather!’ he beamed.

‘You said!’ Kelly smiled. She sat cross-legged on the end of the bed. James had finished the salad all on his own, she hadn’t been hungry after all. She stood and poured them both a coffee before joining him at the small round breakfast table. She smiled at him for a long moment as he sipped his coffee nervously. Eventually, he wondered what she was looking at.

‘Who does your hair usually?’ she asked. She was eyeing his characteristic Hetfield cowlick. His hair was long and curled almost back behind his ear. It was certainly time he had a haircut.

‘Uh, a barber in San Rafael’ he said awkwardly. He realised he didn’t live there anymore, and he hadn’t had a haircut since.

‘I’m a trained hairdresser you know, I can cut your hair if you like?’ she offered. James swallowed hard in thought. He didn’t usually let anyone else touch his hair. He finished his coffee with a gulp knowing that he couldn’t do the press conference tomorrow with a messy haircut.

‘Sure—you got the stuff here?’ he asked.

‘Yep!’ Kelly stood in front of James stretching his long wet hair in her fingers. His eyes couldn’t help but trace the curves of her breasts that were an inch in front of his face.

‘I’ll get the scissors’ she smiled gently. James nodded without speaking, he just wanted to watch her body in front of him; she could do whatever she liked to his hair. She sat him on the edge of the bath in front of the bathroom mirror as she stretched his wet hair in her fingers, snipping short lengths in his hair. His golden hair fell to the while tiled floor in pieces.

‘Just tell me how you like to wear the front’ she smiled standing in front of him once more. His eyes flattered her breasts with a warm smile.

‘Kind of longer at the front, shorter on top’ he mumbled. She nodded and held his head gently on both sides with her hands, testing the length was even. This time, his mouth was within kissing distance of her smooth pale chest. He cleared his throat nervously feeling another erection coming on. She stood back to admire her work.

‘Okay, I’ll just finish off the back with the clippers’ she smiled. James dipped his head forward obediently as she did. It felt good, much lighter to be without this hair. It was the same hair he had been growing since he had left Francesca. It wasn’t until now that he realised it was intentional.

‘You’re done!’ she announced, her hands brushing the loose hair from his neck. He stood to admire her work in the mirror—it was as good as any haircut he’d had from his barber back home. He ran his hands around the back of his neck as he admired himself.

‘Right on!’ he grinned. He offered her an awkward fist-bump. The two of them stood stunted silence in the bathroom, the thought passing between them that she could stay the night in his room, but neither one acted upon it.

‘Well, I’m pretty tired!’ he mustered up a fake yawn. She nodded.

‘Okay—I’ll head to my room and see you in the morning’. James nodded, shutting his hotel suite door behind her. In the same breath, he found his phone in his jeans and called Hannah straight away as he made for bed. She answered with a bright voice.

‘James!’ I was so pleased to hear from him to know he’d arrived.

‘Just getting into bed with a massive hard on’ he teased.

‘Really?’ I breathed in interest. He lay back and slipped his jeans down his legs earnestly.

‘Yep—come on, make me a happy man my darling!’ he laughed.
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August 23, 2012, 6:23 am
lusy_orion
August 23, 2012, 5:43 am
.....can I help him with that shower :biggrin
Oh Hetfield....like i said...glue the damn thing to your pants.... :lol:
It's alright, he's helping himself! :lol:
:lol: :lol: I can bet on that...oh James,James....

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I'm reminded of a stand-up bit by Robin Williams when he referred to the male parts: "It may not have a conscience, but it does have a memory!"
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August 23, 2012, 7:53 am
I'm reminded of a stand-up bit by Robin Williams when he referred to the male parts: "It may not have a conscience, but it does have a memory!"
HAHAHAHA!!!! That's fantastic! :heart: Love Robin Williams! He's Kirk's neighbour now in China Beach btw.
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August 23, 2012, 7:47 pm
Auluna Raie
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I'm reminded of a stand-up bit by Robin Williams when he referred to the male parts: "It may not have a conscience, but it does have a memory!"
HAHAHAHA!!!! That's fantastic! :heart: Love Robin Williams! He's Kirk's neighbour now in China Beach btw.
No shit!? I can only imagine how awesome the parties around there would be with those two near each other :lol:
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I'm reminded of a stand-up bit by Robin Williams when he referred to the male parts: "It may not have a conscience, but it does have a memory!"
HAHAHAHA!!!! That's fantastic! :heart: Love Robin Williams! He's Kirk's neighbour now in China Beach btw.
No shit!? I can only imagine how awesome the parties around there would be with those two near each other :lol:
I know, right? :lol:
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James needs self control :lol:
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August 23, 2012, 9:29 pm
James needs self control :lol:
He's been very good so far!
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James needs self control :lol:
He's been very good so far!
Yeah, but we all know he's due to fold faster than Superman on laundry day... :biggrin
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Kelly had sent James a wake-up text at 6am. At 8am, he had not replied, so she crept nervously down the hall to his suite door, knocked once, then slipped the keycard in the hotel door. Inside, the curtains were still pulled and the room was dark, she heard the sound of James’ tired snores and realised he had not heard his phone—she would have to wake him up herself. Their press junket started at 9am, and already Lars had gone for his morning run. She hadn’t supposed James would be the difficult one to persuade out of bed.

‘James?’ she whispered quietly, but his sleeping body did not respond. She didn’t even know if she should be in here. She held her phone in her hand in front of her thinking that perhaps she should have called him instead, but it was too late now, she was standing at his bedside. She reached out to his nude shoulder seeing the red and black tattoo etched into his skin.

‘James?’ she shook his shoulder gently. She expected his skin to be soft, but instead his shoulder was hard muscle. His body was still for a moment before rousing to turn to her.

‘Hannah?’ he yawned, his eyes still closed. Kelly stood awkwardly at his bedside, her press pass hanging around her neck. It was show day and James was still in bed.

‘James –I’m sorry to wake you, but it’s 8am already and….’she stopped as he had sat up in surprise. He was startled to find her in his bedroom.

‘Uh, I think you should go’ he muttered. It was clear he was naked under the sheets. He reached for his phone, finding the text message she had sent him two hours ago. He ran his hand through his hair surprised at first to find it short, remembering the haircut she had given him the night before.

‘Oh, sorry’ he realised. ‘You should always call me, I won’t wake up otherwise. I’m kinda deaf’ he laughed at himself. ‘But yeah, please don’t come into my room in the mornings’ he explained kindly, but with a firm voice still. She nodded, backing out in embarrassment.

The press conference was already full with journalists an hour before the band arrived. Kelly had followed a much more organised Barbara to the hotel ballroom downstairs. They places glasses of water on the table and straightened the chairs and returned to find Lars and James waiting next door picking at a fruit platter. Kelly thought James offered her a mad glare as he spoke quietly to Lars.

‘I think James is mad with me’ Kelly whispered to Lars’ assistant Barbara. She shrugged.

‘I wouldn’t take it personally—it could be jetlag, and they have their days’ she observed. Lars and Kirk looked just as grumpy as James. Their head of security, Gio stood at the door.

‘Ready’ he announced.

‘We’ll lead them out’ she explained. It was a simple manoeuvre, all she had to do was stand to the left of James as they entered the conference room. A few stray photographers rushed at them as they walked. James expected her protection, but she had not seen them coming. Instead, six photographers rushed at James, blocking his way, shouting loudly for his attention and pushing him to the wall. Gio doubled back to intervene, pushing them roughly aside as James returned unprotected back to the waiting room. The band had gone ahead without him, and now stood awakrdly as a threesome in the conference room without James. Gio growled at Kelly, stopping her from entering. He knew she had no idea she was putting James at risk. Gio escorted James quickly to the conference room himself and much to the surprise of the waiting room, James joined the band a minute late.

‘You get lost?’ Lars joked and the room laughed. It had been only a few yards from the waiting room to the ball room. James had seemingly laughed it off, but Gio knew better. He knew Ray would never have allowed it to happen. In fact, Gio couldn’t think of a single security breach in the entire 11 years Ray had been James’ assistant.

At the arena later that night, James waited backstage with his guitar slung over his shoulders; his fingers pinged nervously at the raw strings. He cleared his throat gruffly and Gio knew he was still annoyed about this mornings’ mishap.

‘What do you think of Kelly, do you think she’ll learn?’ James asked his head of security. Gio had been their main man for over twenty years, they was no one who knew James’ needs better.

‘She might, but I’m not sure she’s got what it takes…perhaps for someone else, someone less high profile, but she can’t protect you’ Gio explained in concern.

‘I told her I didn’t need her to be a bodyguard, that you would do security for the band..’Gio cut James off.

‘James! Of course you need your assistant to be a minder too! Why do you think we got those guys with security experience for you to interview? You need that more than as assistant’ Gio told off James in a friendly voice. He was one of the only people who could in James’ close circle.

‘But Lars has Barbara, she’s okay’ James rebutted badly.

‘Lars doesn’t need half the security you need’ Gio said sharply. ‘You are not the same at all. Plus, he’s a short little shit, you know that!' James laughed at Gio’s joke. That was true, once again, listening to Lars had led him wrong. He was naïve to think that he could survive with a small, young female assistant to provide him security.

‘She’s 23, she’s 5ft nothing with nearly no experience’ Gio scalded James, thinking he knew why he really wanted her company on tour. ‘It’s like Cali trying to be your minder. She’s only a few years older than your own daughter, I’d say she needs protecting herself. I couldn’t have a relaxing day off leaving you in her hands’ Gio said honestly. His confession meant a lot to James. He thought pensively for a moment.

‘Do you think she’ll last to the end of the month or do I need to replace her sooner?’ James asked honestly. He knew now that he’d made a mistake.

‘You may as well keep her here until we go home, then we can organise someone else before the next leg’ Gio agreed. James nodded curtly, he had been a fool to expect more from her. She could be his hairdresser and wardrobe girl perhaps, as she had originally been hired to be. He burnt off his anger onstage in the first song, and by the end of Creeping Death, he had forgotten all about her.
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