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Call Me Francesca; James/Belle (Call Girl)
Topic Started: Aug 2 2010, 10:11 AM (3,555 Views)
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James/Belle Fic

I’d agreed to the job even though it was last minute. He’d asked for a natural blonde, my agent said. Classy, yet casual. I’d been intrigued by the final snippet of the request.

‘And it’s very important that you do not reveal his identity, even if you recognise him. High profile clients are so important in this business...’

I’d heard it all before, after however many trumped-up business men I’d had, pretending to be more important than they really were. I’d been warned about keeping to the aliases’ they‘d provide, but this name wasn’t quite right: Ronnie. But she’d seemed so serious. For two thousand an hour, he’d better be important. Mayfair wasn’t exactly the usual residence of businessmen without the cash they so desired, but it was a good start; it wasn’t often that I’d met clients at this particular five star hotel. I’d thought, from my agent’s description, he wanted casual. I’d chosen a dark pair of jeans, a white singlet, patent stiletto’s, my gold Chanel cropped jacket, matching purse, and a long silver scarf. Not having the time to straighten my long hair—and partially out of annoyance—I’d pulled it up into a high bun.

I’d been told to expect an assistant by the name of Ray. A short man in a black wool jacket stood near the lifts. He motioned his head towards me and I followed him without greeting into the lift.

‘Belle?’ he had been expecting me. I followed him quietly down a long corridor, fashionably lit with marble tiles, his key card opened a suite door. I waited at the pause expecting an empty room; instead, were four more men official looking, all of whom were busy and didn’t take a second glance at me.

Ray lead me to the furthest door and produced a white envelope with a thick, padded contents. I’d expected an awkward moment—it nearly always is when money changes hands—instead, he spoke honestly.

‘There’s ten thousand’ he explained quietly. ‘Ronnie will let us know your arrangements for checking out’ he expressed badly. I nodded, I understood. In escort speak, his boss hadn’t told him what he wanted.

Straightening my jacket, Ray glanced uneasily once more looking me up and down and pausing on my blonde hair, as though he wanted to comment. Instead, he gave me a knowing glance as he opened the door cautiously to my client’s room.

Inside, standing looking out the high-rise window over the evening cityscape, was a tall man with messy blonde hair, and defiant broad shoulders. His jeans were ordinary; his hands slouched timidly in his pockets. He turned to face me and his expression grew warmly. His characteristic blonde beard and heavily inked arms gave him away in a second. I thought for a moment that the expression on my own face might have immediately shown my realisation of his identity.

James Hetfield! James FUCKING HETFIELD! I’d heard Metallica would be in town on tour, but I’d not thought for a second he’d be a client!

‘Ronnie’ I kept to his alias, and offered him a kiss to the cheek. He drew me into a cautious hug, his chest relaxing; he squeezed tight. I realised he mightn’t have many intimate moments away from his family so often. He didn’t carry the vibe--as some clients did--that he wanted sex immediately. Instead, it felt like he was simply pleased for the company.

I can’t believe it! James Hetfield! OH PLEASE don’t let him be a company-only client...

‘Thank you for coming, Belle’ he drew back, and I saw that his face was warm and friendly. ‘It’s been a long trip’. His eyes looked tired, and his Californian accent was strong and apparent to my ears. His blue eyes I’d seen before on television made me quiver. How was I going to keep this alias up!

He sat awkwardly on the couch, and without an invitation from the overly nervous client, I sat with him. Every facet of my racing mind was trying to read what he wanted. What would he want me to be? A groupie?He reached out to smooth my knee and I moved in closer, sliding into his lap, his hands found my waist quickly.

‘It’s cold here’ he said. ‘I forget each time we visit how cold it is in London. I thought it was supposed to be summer?!’ he shuddered. I rubbed his forearms warm, it was really an excuse to touch him, to get him relaxed.

‘You’ll be warm now, you have my company’ I smiled. He grinned happily, his mouth moved for mine and he took me into an unexpected warm kiss. My clients hardly ever wanted an emotional connection. I gratefully kissed him back, and he embraced me tightly for a few minutes as though I were familiar to him.

‘Would you like to get changed? He said quietly. ‘I want you to be comfortable.’ I nodded and he stood first, offering me his hand to stand, and he led me teasingly to the large bed.

I’d bought Pyjamas as he’d requested. I slid off my jeans first, giving him a teasing view of my black g-string, and lifted my shirt from my shoulders. I offered him my bra, and redressed in a short white satin nightdress. I stood in front of him once more, his eyes had been watching me excitedly as I stripped naked in front of him. He smiled at the sight of me, pausing on my hair.

‘Can I do one thing?’ he asked, carefully loosening my hair, it fell loose down my back and his fingers combed it straight.

‘I love long hair’ he breathed. He inhaled the scent of it. He definitely had a thing for blondes.

He was much taller than me, and I was daunted looking him in the face. His hands shook as he touched me, his fingers knowing dancing over my satin chest, but holding back still. He unbuckled his belt a notch. I’d hoped and expected him to step out of his pants, instead, he appeared to only be relieving himself of the strain.

He walked me a step back to the bed, and I sat, his open belt buckle begging for me to work on him. I wanted to call him James so badly.

‘Belle?’ he asked. His eyes closed shut in nerves. I could see what he wanted to ask, but I daren’t step over the line, he looked frightened. This man, terrified and gentle? I thought of him roaring on stage egging on the crowd. He couldn’t have been further from the nervous man whose hands shook as he reached to unzip himself from his jeans.

I looked up at him expectantly with big hungry eyes, smiling as I registered his fingers smoothing his bulging erection through his jeans.

‘Belle, can I watch you...? he asked so nervously his words barely made it out of his anxious mouth.

I nodded. I lay back on the bed as he stood in front of me, his hand sliding into his own jeans, still covering himself from view. He tugged joyfully at himself as I slid my g-string down my legs and treated him to a show. When his hand couldn’t work himself inside his jeans any longer, he pulled himself free. He let go of his cock to hold my hair, my mouth taking him warm and growing. He thrusted fast in my mouth; he knew now what he wanted.

‘Oh fuck, baby!’ he moaned. His hips moved fast in my mouth, his hands smoothed my hair gently from around my face.

I released him from my mouth and he was breathing hard, shaking and surprised at himself. He returned himself to his hand, he had fallen soft. With embarrassment, he struggled to bring his erection back. His anxiety was showing, his forehead brimming with sweat, I wanted to calm him before he built himself into frustration.

‘Ronnie, Ronnie’ I whispered urgently. I stood and smoothed my hands to his chest in reassurance.

‘You’re so hot, I wanna be hard for you’ he explained sadly.

‘It’s okay, there’s no rush’ I kissed him patiently to slow his urgency. His chest relaxed and he smiled appreciatively.

‘Thank you’ he admitted.

‘Would you like to shower with me?’ I asked. Even my most nervous clients enjoyed that, but it seemed to strike him down once more.

‘Oh, no’ He shook his head anxiously, his hand to his racing heart.

‘I mean, I’d love to, but yeah....’ his head sunk a little in shame.

‘I’d like to get into bed’ he admitted. I nodded, following his lead.

He held back the heavy blankets for me and I slid across the bed first and he followed, lifting his shirt over his head and climbing in after me. I snuggled into his chest, and his arms met around me under the covers. We lay in a tight embrace chatting about the little of his world he could reveal. He mentioned his children. A son and two daughters. He lit up, and I realised it was the casual friendship he really wanted. His family is what made him feel safe.

I’d noticed his wedding ring sitting vacant on the bedside table. I’d already made the connection between his asking for a blonde and his wants and desires. He’d mentioned his wife lovingly while he talked about his family.

‘Does your wife have long hair?’ I asked carefully. He’d been absent-mindedly stroking my hair this whole time.

‘She does’ he admitted, swallowing hard. I could see we were back to the topic of what it was exactly that he wanted.

‘And what is your wife’s name?’ I kissed gently, hoping he would reply.

‘Francesca.....’ he breathed back, his hands shaking on my bare skin.

‘You can call me Francesca, if you like?’ I asked, and he nodded eagerly, his mouth on mine, and I knew I’d found the source of what he needed.

With nothing more than a long and tight hug, and his eyes registering my face, we curled together, sharing each other’s company. Soon, the glow of the muted television accompanied his sleep. I lay awake for a while longer taking in the sight of his heavy sleeping face, before my eyes closed happily on his pillow.

To be continued!!...............
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Like I said .....

I LOVE this one....it´s so HOT!! :sotb
Thank you :horns2
Can´t wait to read the next chapter. :biggrin
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I know that I've already replied on the other forum but I can't help it:I LOVE IT! :horns
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I know that I've already replied on the other forum but I can't help it:I LOVE IT! :horns

Thank you very much! :hug:

I'll have the steamy bit up soon! :eager
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Like I said .....

I LOVE this one....it´s so HOT!! :sotb
Thank you :horns2
Can´t wait to read the next chapter. :biggrin

Thanks! :D
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I woke to the creak of a door and a chink of light, and for a moment, I’d almost forgotten where I was. Disorientated, I turned towards the light coming from the bathroom. He stood splashing water on his face; the patterns on his pale inked skin visible even to my sleepy eyes.

He turned, hearing he had disturbed my sleep. He returned to the bedroom, switching the light off behind him and returned to bed. The delicious glow of his pale skin climbing over me made my chest quiver; so he did want more than my company after all...And here I was thinking he might be too shy to go through with it after all....

He pinned himself over me, his hands either side of my neck. I realised he’d been arousing himself in the bathroom.

‘I’m really fucking hard’ he breathed into my ear, grinding his dick against my thigh.

I grinned appreciatively. ‘I thought you might be’ I replied smiling back in the darkness.

Sensing my mouth in the darkness, he lent in to kiss me, and I felt his breath; fast and horny was racing and excited. He rolled to my side and lifted my leg over his hip, his fingers finding me and working me wet. I sighed with an open mouth, and his tongue found my mouth once more.

‘Fuck’ he moaned, softly. My hand reached out for his dick, and tugged him gently as he paid me attention. His fingers worked me expertly, he’d thought this through...

‘I want you to fuck me’ I breathed. He was generous in spending time on me, given this was his bought time.

He shifted his weight in the bed, the glorious sound of the sheets moving as he rolled onto me once more, this time, his aching dick my pleasure.

He moved easily into me, his back arching, my head rolled back in surprise. He was big and he knew it, he tilted my back and slid me down the bed towards him, holding my back in his arms as he fucked me. I surprised myself, I couldn’t help but cry out. Most clients had no idea how to express their partner’s pleasure. Ronnie, on the other hand, knew it all.

I hooked my arm around his neck, my face in line with his collarbone, I watched the cross on his chest slid up and down, along with the harshness of his stubbled throat. I made to kiss his throat and take in his deep scent.

He stopped momentarily to return my kiss. He motioned slowly, rocking his hips to gauge my face. I’d not expected to be as overcome as I was. Usually, sex was my game, but he had this all planned out. I couldn’t help but moan back, he had me, and I couldn’t pretend anymore.

‘James, I want you to fuck me really hard!’ his name escaped my mouth as a dark and horny drawl before I could stop myself. He grinned knowingly.

‘Still okay if I call you Francesca?’ he asked. I nodded and slowly, fearful he might quit the game now that his alias was blown. I bit my lip in apology.

‘It’s okay’ he kissed. ‘I could tell you knew’ he admitted.

I stroked his arms reassuringly as he knelt over me. I wanted him to know our meeting was safely a secret with me, but we’d just clicked, his chest was still heaving and he wanted more. I decided to dive back into him, I loved that he wanted to kiss, it was a rare connection.

He entered me again, this time holding my knees around his hips. He was sure of himself, he’d just needed the time to bring himself up to it, and imagine that I was his wife.

‘Francesca’ he breathed into my neck. His chest shuddered with mine, his pace quickening.

‘Do you like that?’ he asked. He lifted himself off me, to watch his own hips pump me, and I ran my fingers down his sweating chest.

‘Yeah!’ I cried. My hands slid around his back, my nails digging in with surprise as he worked me hard.

He withdrew, panting at his own pace.

‘Baby, can I turn you over?’ he asked. I knelt obediently, and behind me, he held me with both hands on my hips, taking me fast in shuddering bursts.

‘I wanna fucking come!’ he drawled. I could tell he was close, his body was running more and more out of control.

He withdrew suddenly, and I turned to face him: met by the delicious sight of his red flushed face bringing himself violently in his hand; his loving cream patterning my chest.

He sighed at the sight of me, and he slowed reliquinshing himself, he reached for my hair, sweeping it clear around my shoulders.

‘I’m gonna shower’ I whispered finally when he was still. His face was bursting and overcome with his pace, I could see he wanted to calm down.

My hands trailed his hair as I stood and made for the bathroom.

James Hetfield! James fucking Hetfield!

I cleaned myself in the shower, his sweet scent still on my skin. I returned to the bedroom wrapped in a towel, my long hair still wet but towelled damp, . I’d found him lying naked, his hand still on himself under the sheets. At the softness of my body he welcomed me back to his body.

‘Oh fuuuck’ he moaned. His hands registered the softness of the water on my thighs and pulled me urgently back to him. I straddled him in his lap, and leant forward, his dick sliding easily into me. This time, I took a little more control. I circled in his lap, and his vacant face suggested I was succeeding, he gasped at my motions and his hands explored my back as I rode him.

‘Yeah that’s soooo good’ he breathed in relief. Once more, he wanted my hair. He tugged it free and held it tight in a wet pony tail, as I slid up and down him.

‘Shit!’ he begged. His mouth open, he characteristically bolted, he came once more. I enjoyed his relief and slid gratefully once more to his side.

‘Thank you, Francesca’ he kissed. ‘I love you’ he blurted.

‘Me too’ I replied. I knew his words had been a mistake, misdirected perhaps at the blonde in his lap. He smiled in reply at the irony.

‘What time is it?’ I yawned openly.

‘4:23am’ he replied. I smiled, and rested my head on my hands.

‘Time for more?’ he grinned.

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And part 3 will be up tomorrow! :D
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And part 3 will be up tomorrow! :D

:o :o
Oh my GOD!!!!
:drool :drool that was so HOT... :drool
Shit now I´m horny as hell....damn... :sex :sex


btw...I will comment this at Metchicks later too ;)
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And part 3 will be up tomorrow!  :D

:o :o
Oh my GOD!!!!
:drool :drool that was so HOT... :drool
Shit now I´m horny as hell....damn... :sex :sex


btw...I will comment this at Metchicks later too ;)

:sex

:lol Me too, because I just wrote it! :lol :sotb
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And part 3 will be up tomorrow!  :D

:o :o
Oh my GOD!!!!
:drool :drool that was so HOT... :drool
Shit now I´m horny as hell....damn... :sex :sex


btw...I will comment this at Metchicks later too ;)

:sex

:lol Me too, because I just wrote it! :lol :sotb

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As if I weren´t thinking enough about HIM today!!
:nutter :sex :giggle
:lol:

Can´t wait to read the next chapter!! :nutter
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I can't wait for the next chapter! :drool :aroused

Thanks!

I will have more up in a day or so. Too tired tonight! :P

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Here's the last part! ENJOY!


I nodded, there wasn’t any way my body could refuse him. Just hours earlier I’d fallen asleep thinking it was the easiest night’s work I’d ever done, curling up next to a client watching telly. And now, he was hungrily devouring my neck, his stubbled face sliding down my chest rough and enticing; his tongue licking my skin as he went. My hands guided his head, combing his sweaty hair. His tongue found my expertly, his mouth opening me up: I couldn’t hold back the scream. He held my thighs as my body wriggled, and he broke from his work to laugh.

‘Ssshhh!’ he crawled up my body to silence my mouth with his. ‘My wife will hear you!’ he joked.

We laughed into each other’s faces, his hips suggesting his erection to me once more. My legs curled willingly around his middle and he took me gently and slowly. Thinking all the most delicious moments had passed, I was quite wrong. He had it in him to be slow and forgiving.

His lips kissed mine with each slide: my hands slid to the crease of his waist, holding his sides as he enjoyed me.

‘You’re beautiful’ he breathed.

I moaned for more: ‘Please, yeah!’ I breathed. He was building once more. I held his ass as he arched his back. He responded with an approving groan; his hips rolling, pulsing into me fast. It was his turn to cry out, his voice was so familiar to me, but I’d never heard him whimper like this before. His body spasmed and I enjoyed his rush. He rolled happily to my side, and I hooked my arms around his neck, receiving his kiss in thanks.

‘I have an early morning start’ he kissed. ‘Lets sleep a little’ he explained. I nodded, happy to sleep in his content arms.

At 6am, I woke to his searching hands.

‘Can I take you up on that shower offer?’ he grinned.

I followed him willingly to the bathroom, it was easily the best overnight job I’d ever had with a client. He washed my hair, his large hands massaging my scalp. I didn’t want it to end, his wife was truly lucky. He watched me dress with interest.

‘These are so sexy’ he mumbled, tugging at my knickers. I’d been right to pick black lace for the occasion. In the morning light I’d noticed his guitar propped up against the couch.

‘You’re pretty awesome on stage’ I gushed, glad we’d broken down his alias the night before.

He grinned. ‘Do you play?’ he asked.

I shook my head. ‘Only a little, and very badly!’ I admitted.

‘Perhaps next time I can teach you something on guitar?’ he suggested in jest.

The thought of seeing him again made me sway a little on the spot.

‘Are you in London often?’ I asked, dressing, lifting my grey singlet over my head.

‘A few times this year’ he said.

Dressed, I slipped into my shoes and he offered me my coat.

‘Can I have your number?’ he mumbled nervously, his hands sliding into his pockets.

‘Of course’ I offered kindly.

He walked me to the door. He wore a smile, but seemed unsure of what to say. I spoke to break the silence.

‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Ronnie’ I winked, with a knowing grin. He lifted me into a short hug.

‘Have a great day’ he offered me a warm and acknowledging kiss, before opening the door to this team of waiting assistants.

Once more, Ray led me from the room. I turned to catch one last glimpse of the man I’d known for so much longer than the last few hours, I’d wanted to tell him of his posters I’d had on my wall growing up, of his songs which had got me through so much...But this hadn’t been about me, it had been for him. But casting my eyes through the room of busy assistants, he was gone.

The taxi ride home was surreal. I had stepped into another world for the night, and the light of day seemed to catch me like a foreign world. It was the kind of thing not even my own brain would believe if I tried to convince it. His scent on my skin, and I was reminded of his urgent face and his desire for his wife...a short vibrating beep and I checked my phone.

You’re quite something m’dear...Lets see each other again one day soon...JH x
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Okay! So I've decided there will be a lot more updates still, and Belle might even get to the meet the band too...

So here's the first part!!



Summer 2010

6 months later and I assumed I’d never hear from him again. He’d not replied to the kind response I’d sent him, and I thought better of harassing a high profile client with a wife. I accepted my role had most probably been a one-off and if he’d have wanted to meet again, he’d have called by now. I missed an international call at 5am from an unknown number. I thought nothing of it until the next day when an American man—clearly an assistant—left a message.

My client would like to see you again. We’ll be in Prague in mid-June. I’ll be in touch closer to the time.

Almost all of my high profile clients made anonymous bookings, so I cleared the week in my diary and hoped they would follow through. Eastern Europe in summer sounded like just the ticket. Three weeks later, what seemed like a lifetime since the last message, a deep husky American voice replied down the line.

‘Hello Belle?’ at first I’d not recognised him.

‘How have you been?’ he asked a little more gently. My mind whirled, I knew his voice, I just couldn’t place it. American clients...who was the last? Who had wanted to see me again?

‘I’m well, and you?’ I asked, hoping he’d identify himself.

‘Yeah, ye-ah’ he replied nervously, ‘I’m feelin’ good’. My mind whirled in realisation, and my mouth dropped open. It was the ‘yeah’ that had given him away. Here I was standing in my knickers in my London flat on a Sunday morning, talking to James fucking Hetfield!

‘It’s good to hear your voice again’ I admitted down the line. I heard his breath blush.

‘I’ve been thinking about you’ he admitted quietly after a short pause. I bit my lip: I was back in the Mayfair hotel room, remembering his nervous hands and his inked chest and arms. The resounding memory I was left with was his surprising gentle nature.

‘I really enjoyed my time with you, Ronnie’ I remembered. He eased up, hearing that I remembered his alias. I heard him smile down the phone.

‘I’ll be based in Prague for a week in June. I’d love to fly you out’ he explained quietly. I thought I heard the sound of drums and a distorted electric guitar in the background.

‘Are you available for a whole week?’ he asked. I nodded eagerly down the phone, laughing a little at myself.

‘Yes of course!’ It was going to be my longest booking so far!

‘I’d really like your company again’ he confessed.

‘So, I’ll be touring’ he explained, ‘and we’re based in Prague, so I’ll be in another city during the day, and then we’ll be back in the evenings’ he continued, ‘And I’d love for you to travel with me too’ he said.

‘Ray will call you soon to organise your fee, and flying you over here’ he said.

‘Okay’ I replied in shock. I hardly had a voice to speak with.

‘I look forward to seeing you soon’ he admitted. I heard the softness in his voice once more, and my chest raced to the click of the long distance call as he said his goodbye.
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