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Call Me Francesca; James/Belle (Call Girl)
Topic Started: Aug 2 2010, 10:11 AM (3,564 Views)
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Aug 9 2010, 04:09 PM
That was so sweet and couple-y but, I think Francesca's about to go verbally postal on him. I can't wait until he grows the balls to call her back. I wouldn't wanna!

Yeah, she's gonna kick his ass! :lol :giggle
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That´s the medicine I like :biggrin

I LOVE this story!!
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Thank you! :biggrin
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Ooooooh Jamie's gon' cop eeett!!!! :giggle
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He’d slipped his nervous hands under my shirt in the lift, and I could tell he wanted to fuck me fast and frantically. When the key card opened the suite door, he walked me backwards to the couch and I sunk expectantly to my knees. He was already tugging at himself, and he was hard in his hand when he offered me his dick; red and swollen. He groaned and lifted his shirt free from his chest as I sucked him. He moved his hips in my mouth, frantic to come hard and fast. His jeans fell to his knees, and his hips were free. He adored my loose hair around my shoulders as I sucked him.

In his jeans pocket around his feet, his phone vibrated. At first he ignored it; a text message from Lars perhaps? A ringtone began, building in sharp frequency. I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I let him slide from my mouth and he searched his jeans pockets for his phone. The caller ID screen flashed: Home. He apologised with a wave of his hand and I left him alone while he answered. In the bedroom I listened through an open door. I saw him notice and read the hand-written messages on the table.

‘Hi Sweetie, how was your show?’ he asked affectionately. His older daughter Cali was on the phone. When his sorry tone of voice didn’t approve he continued apologetically. ‘ I would have loved to have been there, honey’ he lamented. ‘I’m sure you sung beautifully’ he reassured her.

‘Okay’ he paused, and he waited on the line as Cali handed the phone to his wife.

‘Hi’ he breathed in his adult voice. He spoke cautiously, and waited silently for long periods of time as an angry voice shot back at him down the line.

‘I was flying back and then I went straight to bed!’ he complained. ‘I was in the middle of a show when she called!’

His wife rebutted: It’s not good enough James! Do I have to call you first, every time?! I shouldn’t have to remind you to call your own daughter! He wiped his face in fury, he sat awkwardly nude on the couch from our quick romp, his t-shirt in his lap. He couldn’t risk the sound of his loose pants and jingling metal belt down the phone to his wife...

‘And I wanted to talk to you this morning’ she continued.

‘I miss you, James’ she confessed. ‘I’m sorry we couldn’t come with you this time’. He hung on the line in silent response, his guilty thoughts heavy on his mind. I stood still near the open door, hearing both their voices: his wife’s Californian accent was sweet, but firm.

‘I miss you too’ he said in a small voice. His voice choked out and he cleared his throat loudly.

‘Tell Castor and the girls I love them, and I’ll be home soon’ he spoke sadly. He’d not confessed the same to his wife.

‘I love you’ she said expectantly.

He nodded sadly down the line, unable to reply, the tears rolling thick and fast down his cheeks.
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James sat alone in the lounge, his head in his hands for nearly an hour before I quietly excused myself from the suite.

‘I’ll be back in a couple of hours’ I said softly. He nodded sadly as I left the suite apologetically.

Downstairs, I had a coffee in the hotel bar, checking my phone for messages from London for the first time since I’d arrived. After the second coffee, the caffeine wasn’t enough to sooth my guilt, and I ordered a glass of wine. I was glad as it pulled back my senses. The second was even cooler and fresh than the first. The bar grew quickly in size as a team of the band’s crew arrived. Shortly after, came Lars shouting the crew all a round each. He noticed me across the bar and joined me, sitting casually next to me, but it was clear that walking across the room he had a purpose.

‘How are you, Hannah?’ he asked, his face was already flustered red from his first few wines.

‘I’m enjoying myself very much’ I smiled. He smiled back and his hand dropped to my thigh. His tipsy face moved in close to mine as he spoke through the crowd.

‘Are you free for a little while this afternoon?’ he asked quietly, a horny expression crossing his face. The buzzing voices of the bar obscured his request. My face flushed, I knew what he wanted.

‘Sure, I am’ I flirted back. He cut straight to the chase, I liked a client like that.

‘Can I buy you another drink first?’ he asked warmly. I’d had a few too many to be taking a client as it was. I was breaking my own rules of not drinking on the job.

‘Just a coke’ I replied kindly.

‘Okay’ he accepted. ‘Two cokes’ he added plainly to the barman. I caught the time on his silver Rolex; the kind that cost half a million: it was 4:30pm.

At 5pm he lead me upstairs to his suite. It was on the opposite side of the building from James’ and had a completely different view of the city. His two assistants in the lounge realised the purpose of my company and left immediately. Lars led me to the bedroom and closed the door behind us without speaking.

He was quick and eager, and there was no messing around. His suite was already a mess after only two days, his clothes were strewn everywhere. He threw his jacket roughly onto the bed and turned to me with a devious smile.

‘Come here sweetheart’ he beckoned.

I stepped towards him and he lifted my shirt over my head, and his face plunged into my chest. He lapped at my chest eagerly, his hand roaming between my legs; he knew what he wanted. His mouth left my body and he unbuckled himself fast, his jeans falling to his feet, he pulled his own briefs down to expose himself to me. He pulled himself roughly in his hand as he watched me step out of my jeans. He was bigger than I thought, but not as staggering as James. He worked himself in his hand with excitement, taking mine in encouragement. I continued as he lay on the end of the bed, my mouth warming him harder. He groaned loudly as my mouth warmed him. We switched places and I lay on the bed for him as he knelt over me.

‘I love your focking titties’ he drooled. His mouth darted for my chest once more and I giggled at his eagerness. His hips bucked fast and dirty at my middle as he did. He faced me again.

‘Baby, I wanna taste your beautiful pussy’ he moaned in a desperate and horny voice. I lifted my knees willingly for him, and once more he went directly to me. His tongue lapped enthusiastically at me, his horniness clear in his rhythm. I cried out in pleasure, his mouth was definitely expert at this.

‘Oh my god!’ I shuddered at his wet mouth, and his racing tongue. He held my legs as I wriggled in his mouth.

‘Baby are you ready for me?’ he begged. I was throbbing with excitement and I replied eagerly. He stood at the end of the bed and pulled me into him, I lay, gripping the sheets as he fucked me.

‘Oh my focking god baby, oh my god!’ He moaned outloud to himself, his head rolling back in ecstasy. ‘I focking love your pussy! Oh my focking god!’ His arms fell forward and he pinned me to the bed. His much smaller body was more my size, and his gait was easy to take. He was short and sharp, where James was long and loving. Unlike James, he had no desire to kiss me. He was more like my usual clients, less emotionally connected, and more focused on the physical. He fucked me fast and with little affection. He pulled out urgently.

‘Turn over darling, quickly!’ he shook the tip of his dick in his hand, and I knew he was desperate to come. He pushed hard and fast into me from behind, urgent to finish himself. He came with a high growl, his hands holding my hips firmly as he thrusted. He collapsed over me, and we lay on the bed together breathing hard.

His face mellowed as he calmed. He smoothed my back as we lay talking. In the rush of it all, I’d forgotten my professionalism. I’d not asked him to pay first, but I suppose I knew he had no intention of not paying. As he stood and dressed himself, I watched him tighten his belt.

‘So how much do I owe you, darling?’ he asked gently. It was nearly 6pm, and for an hour of my time in London, I charged £2000.

‘£2000’ I said. I expected him to wince, but he accepted my price gratefully. He opened a small safe under the desk and withdrew a rolled-up wad of green bills.

‘I have US dollars, is that okay? He asked kindly. I accepted gratefully, we both knew it was more than my going rate. He handed me a large roll of green notes.

‘That’s close enough!’ he waved a hand casually, blushing as the money changed hands.

‘Thank you my darling’ he kissed me without feeling, but it felt like a normal client exchange to me.

‘You’re welcome’ I smiled. I slipped the rolled up notes into my purse and left with a casual wave knowing that either way, I would see him again soon.
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<_< Awww....James in the lounge was a little sad. :hug:
But damn that little horny Larsy :biggrin That was hotHotHOT!!!

Hope he and James will not fight over Hannah :giggle

:horns good one :horns2
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Hmmm well now. This is interesting... Lars. 'Stealing James' girl'. This is gonna be a fun one! I hated the other chapter because, it made me feel guilty <_<
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Jonschwil, Switzerland

We’d landed in a remote airport, a mere runway in a field, and Lars swearing as we descended the steps of the plane.

‘Where the fock are we?! He joked. I thought we were going to play a focking festival?!’ Kirk laughed.

‘Dude, this IS the festival!’ A wide open paddock had greeted us. Lars and Kirk’s jovial tone had made James smile. They not been talking as much as the start of the touring week.

The rain was coming down fast as we ran to the waiting cars. James’ arm sheltered me, and he offered me an open door. He climbed in quickly behind me.
We drove down country roads taking the back way St. Galeen, the driver was hidden behind a dark piece of glass didn’t speak to us. I watched James’ face serenely take in the scenery. I wiggled my hand into his, and his arm received me warmly around my back. He smiled gently with a content face. He took my lips and we kissed hotly, as his hand directed mine to his belt buckle. My fingertips teased the skin underneath and he wriggled at the sensation.

‘Are you horny?’ he whispered in my ear. I bit my lip and nodded. He checked for his driver’s gaze, seeing he was looking ahead to the road, he unzipped himself slowly. My hand slipped between the open denim and caressed his length, he gasped outloud with a gentle ‘Ohh’ as I did. He moved his hips underneath my hand. My gently stroking wasn’t enough.

‘Pull me out’ he whispered. I turned my head to the driver and back.

‘Are you sure?’ I whispered back deviously.

‘Do it’ he commanded simply. His gaze turned me on, and I loosened him from his briefs willingly.

‘I’ve always wanted to do this’ he mouthed. My lips settled on his growing erection and he gasped louder this time. I rubbed his length quickly and he grew eagerly in my hand. But his fantasy was too much for him to enact.

‘You better stop’ he bleated a little, shaking himself; his face red and urgent. He came across his jeans, my mouth only catching a little of his seed. He re-zipped himself quickly, we had left the rural fields and now houses and streets were passing by the window. The car stopped at the lights, we were in the city now, tall buildings surrounded us. The black Bentley carrying Lars pulled up next to us. I thought of Lars handing me the money the day before, and wondered if it was a service he’d used before...

James spoke with a grainy voice in my ear.

‘I love that you’re a horny little bitch’ he growled. I turned to him with a growing smile.

‘It’s just for you’ I said teasingly. It’s a good rule, to always make your client feel like they’re the only one. He kissed me again, this time holding my lips more passionately, and the car accelerated once more.

‘Thank you’ he whispered honestly. I thought his voice was a little sad.

‘You okay?’ asked carefully. We’d driven into a carpark underneath the hotel. We sat waiting for the rest of the motorcade to catch up. He nodded, holding back his wet eyes; he stroked my blonde hair gently.

‘You’re the most courageous woman I’ve ever met’ he confessed. His eyes were whole and honest. They searched mine for a returning emotion. He invited me into his lap and I kissed him willingly, holding his face in my hands.

‘Can’t say I’ve ever met anyone quite like you!’ I confessed lovingly. He smiled, he’d heard what he wanted to hear.
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After..‘Are you horny?’ ....and...‘Pull me out’
I totally lost it :sotb :sotb :giggle

The little back-seat action was..
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Ohhh I love this story!!!! :horns :biggrin :horns2
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‘James!’ Lars’ voice echoed in our room even though he was in the hallway.

‘Hurry the fock up! The helicopter’s here already! FOCK!’ James was struggling to stuff his bag with his show gear.

‘Okay Lars!’ he shot back. He slung his bag over his shoulder in a hurry.

‘I’ll see you there!’ he turned to me. His dark glasses covered his eyes, and his blue jeans and black leather jacket got me. His back was slung casually over his shoulder. I must have startled him, as he turned back for a kiss.

‘What?’ he asked, his lips tasting mine.

‘You look really great’ I smiled. ‘Will I see you before the show?’ I asked hopefully.

‘Of course. Ray will bring you backstage’ James assured me. See you soon’ he kissed. He gave me a short wave as he left with Lars.

An hour later, Ray knocked quietly on the door.

‘Are you ready?’ he asked.

‘Yes, I think so’ I replied.

He led me to the basement garage, and this time I travelled alone in the same black Bentley in which we had arrived. We approached another large field, and at the top of a hill, a stage set up, with a broad crowd patterning the landscape. The distant roar of the crowd grew louder as we approached. The rain was still falling and the mud was thick and covered the scene. I saw suspicious figures through the tinted car windows looking in, wondering if I was the band themselves arriving. We parked behind an odd brick building behind the stage, and Ray lead me quickly inside at a run. The paparazzi where everywhere, and we had only a few seconds to make it from the car to the back entrance.

Inside, a large collection of assistants from all four bands organised a press junket. Anthrax were on stage, and Megadeath were running interviews. Dave Mustaine sat under lights on a tall chair; his golden hair a mess. Lars was voicing his opinion loudly over a buffet of food, Rob Trujillo and Kerry King enjoying Lars’ company. I was overcome by the press and the sight of the musicians who had once adorned my bedroom walls. But Lars, seeing my anxious face broke himself apart from Rob and Kerry to introduce me. Once again, his hand slipped around my waist, and he walked me teasingly to Kerry. I was in awe, he was as striking in person as I’d ever imagined, his dark glasses covered his eyes, and his tattooed head captured me. His left arm displayed a large armoured sleeve of nails. It was the ultimate sadist weapon.

‘Kerry this is Hannah. She’s the girl I’ve been telling you about... I hope you don’t mind, darling’ Lars whispered with a dirty growl into my ear. Lars was acting like he owned me. Kerry looked me up and down, his eyes settling on me with interest. I was close enough to see his eyes under the dark lenses.

‘Fuck yeah, she’s hot!’ he said outloud. He seemed to be talking neither to me or Lars. He adjusted his crotch crudely as he looked at me.

‘So you’re Hetfield’s, huh?’ he asked. Lars seemed to have filled him in.

‘Yeah’ I replied a little more roughly. I could see this man drew deals by intimidation. I turned looking behind me, but Ray had gone. Lars stood behind me, his hand tracing the small of my back.

‘Think you can help me with something?’ King drawled. His hand was fidgeting deep in his pocket. He led me away from the press, down a long hallway, a flight of stairs and to Slayer’s dressing room. Lars followed us both obediently.

In the hallway, he paused. He turned to me unzipping himself, bringing his large dick into his hand in front of me in his spiked arm. His tattoo carved his skin down his arm and to his fingers. I dropped to his knees, mesmerised by his size. I took him roughly in my mouth and he growled in response, pulling my hair roughly, tugging my head back and forth in motion. He loved the choking sound and I obliged him. It was a nice change from James’ gentle nature. Lars stood to my side, his hand working himself in his own jeans. He was jealously a part of our intimacy.

King withdrew to watch his pre-cum string from my tongue. He slapped my face with his dick a couple of times and I smiled with an open mouth. He was every bit as rough and dirty as I liked. His fist holding his shaft made me wonder how deliciously rough he would be. His dick was even larger than James’, and I knew he would hurt to take. God I wanted him to fuck me, if only Lars wasn’t watching...If only we weren’t in a fucking hallway.....

He shoved his dick forcefully back into my mouth and I took it eagerly. I wanted it all, I wanted him to come and fucking love it... He moaned louder in frustration, and I heard footsteps approaching down the hallway. Two guitar techs passed us, averting their gaze, they continued down the hall without much notice. I was only pleased it had not been James. King held my head still and I knew he was fit to burst. As I gagged he withdrew, his hot messy cum spilling down my mouth and chest.

‘Ohhhhhh baaaaaby!’ he breathed. He returned himself to his trousers, patting my face gently in thanks as he did. I turned to face Lars, he’d pulled himself free, his much smaller dick also eager to explode. His thin stream of paste speckled my skin as he let loose with a groan. Another pair of footsteps drew near and he returned himself quickly to his jeans. King pulled his wallet from his back pocket, and produced four blue American notes.

‘You fuckin’ beautiful whore’ he smiled. Still on my knees, I thanked him: I felt deliciously inferior.

He turned and entered his dressed room, leaving Lars and I alone in the hallway. He offered me a hand and led me two doors down to Metallica’s bathroom.

‘Here’ he said kindly pointing at the door. ‘You better shower before James is back’ he admitted, and I thought his face looked worried.
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Oohh Oohh... James will definitely not like that :lol:
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And yes! James is getting WAY too emotionally involved! ;)
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After..‘Are you horny?’ ....and...‘Pull me out’
I totally lost it :sotb :sotb :giggle

The little back-seat action was..
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Is James getting a little bit to emotional involved?
Ohhh I love this story!!!! :horns :biggrin :horns2

Glad you liked it! :D
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In the shower, I heard a male voice join me. I turned to find Kirk, the curly haired guitarist on the opposite side of the large shower room. Through the steam he gave me an awkward wave.

‘Hey’ he slung casually. I walked to him, already nude and wet, my skin red from the hot water. His hands covered his groin in embarrassment as I approached him.

‘Fuck!’ he smiled, his face blushing.

‘Hannah, right?’ he asked. I nodded. I was listening to his face to read what he wanted. The hand covering himself began to stroke his own length with interest. His eyes eagerly took in my wet, naked body. I knelt to my knees, preparing to take him too. He was excited and interested; even still, he was squirming.

‘No I can’t’ he stopped himself. ‘You’re really really attractive’ he blushed, ‘but I can’t, I’m married’.

‘Okay’ I smiled. I stepped out of the shower, taking a towel from the shelf and faced him as I wrapped my body.

‘I’m very discreet if you change your mind’ I smiled, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

I waited in James’ dressing room, fresh from my shower. I dried my hair by rubbing the towel between my hands across the length. I combed it straight and let it to dry, long and wet on my shoulders. I’d already run my story through my head if he asked: Tell James you fell over in the mud and had to shower... I was ready and waiting for him. I knew he wanted to see me before the show, but I wasn’t sure what he’d want. Another blow job? Or maybe he’d have thought about how to fuck me in this small room. I cast my eyes around the room, there was a large guitar travelling case, a single lounge chair, and a mirror and dressing table. I’d be happy with any of them. I knew James’ fantasy: the very one his own wife had never re-enacted, was to be blown-off backstage before a show. Perhaps today that was what he wanted?

His security flanked him when he returned from his press interviews. He looked slightly tired, but still pleased to see me. I sat on the dressing table and he stood in front of me, holding my legs either side of his as he kissed me in welcome.

‘I wanted to see you before the show...’ he began nervously. I smiled, so he did want his blow job after all....

‘I have something for you’ he said softly. He found his bag and produced a small black wallet, handing it to me carefully.

‘I hope you like it, it was my mom’s’ he said. My face dropped in surprise. He was giving me something so valuable to him? Inside was a long blue suede jewellery box. I opened the old hinge carefully and inside was a necklace on an old silver chain, with a single black transparent stone.

‘Is it an opal?’ I asked inquisitively. ‘No, it’s obsidian’ he said. He lifted the necklace to my neck and connected it gently.

‘It’s beautiful James, thank you!’ I stood and kissed him appreciatively, and he hugged me happily in thanks.

‘Do you still want me to suck you off tonight before the show?’ I asked eagerly. His face was caught in reasoning, and he shook his head slowly.

‘I have something to tell you Hannah’ he explained. I listened carefully in surprise. ‘I don’t want you to pretend to be like my wife anymore’ he said. His eyes searched mine once more.

‘I want you to be you...I’m really feeling something’ he gulped. ‘Woah!’ he said outloud. ‘This—he pointed his finger back and forth from my chest to his—is becoming way more intense than I imagined. I’ve been imagining not going home to my wife’ he confessed. I was speechless for a minute. What was he saying?!

‘But you love her!’ I said in surprise. He agreed, nodding silently. ‘But it’s not enough’ he sighed. ‘What about your children?’ I asked urgently.

‘Lars still sees his kids, and he’s divorced’ James shrugged. ‘Hannah’ he breathed seriously into my mouth. ‘Will you consider coming back to San Francisco with me?’ he asked. Kerry’s dirty game from the hallway only an hour earlier still hadn’t left me.

‘I’ll think about it James, sure’ I said cautiously. ‘Let’s talk more, though?’ I asked. He nodded, his mouth not breaking from mine; and his hands lifted my singlet top over my head. He sighed happily at the sight of my bare breasts that he wanted all for himself.
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Dear James,

What the FUCK are you doing? She's a fucking hooker for fuck's sake!!!

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Dear Francesca,

Want me to help you kick his ass?

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Dear Kirk,

Damn you and your fucking sweetness and honestly! Now go find the whore and let me watch!!







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