Betty felt like she was floating across the room. She glowed with joyful brilliance as she choreographed a light step in amongst the crowd in search of her friend Violet. She entered the ballroom and recognized a lovely waltz playing from the orchestra. Betty momentarily looked over and saw Rachel at the piano playing, “Chopin, I believe. How pretty,” she deemed. Betty listened to how Rachel had improved her skills and hoped that more of Mr. Foxonian’s former students would play for future social events. Guests and hostesses were scattered about the floor carrying on conversations, laughing, and enjoying the ivory and ebony ambience. Violet was standing by the organ talking with a tall elk in corduroy overalls. Betty curiously approached the two.
“Betty! I’m so glad you’re here. This is Wilbur Hensley. I was just telling him about you. He’s a repairman and he has a proposition for us,” Violet boasted.
“Nice to make your acquaintance,” Betty said. “At the risk of sounding rude, I’m afraid we already have enough repairmen on staff.”
“Yes, but he has offered to fix the phonograph,” Violet insisted. “Jillian doesn’t have experience in repairing that kind of mechanism and won’t touch it. But Wilbur is willing to do it for free,” she confidently grinned.
“How generous,” Betty mused. “But surely you require some sort of compensation.”
“Miss Goldblum, I have been asked to pay you a favor from Mr. Foxonian for debuting his students. I would be more then delighted to repair your gramophone for you,” the handsome elk persisted.
“I suggested it would make a divine addition to one of the prive’s,” Violet said. Betty thought it over briefly and imagined satisfying customers with the aid of music might bring in a few extra florins.
“Very well, Mr. Hensley,” Betty agreed. “When can you start the repairs?”
“Tonight!” Violet eagerly informed. She clung to his arm and wondered what he would be like in the bedroom with cunning eyes. Wilbur blushed slightly.
“Yes, I’m prepared to start immediately,” the blushing repairman said amassing his toolbox.
“Shall we take him to it, Betty?” Violet requested fondling his overall strap.
“Okay, Violet,” Betty laughed. “In due time,” she directed to Violet winking. “Please follow me, Mr. Hensley.” She turned and led Wilbur and Violet to the grand staircase. “I hope you can do something with it. It’s been here since I was a little girl,” she said arriving at the top landing. “This way.” The three traveled down the hall to a locked door inscribed Broom Closet. “Violet, do you have the skeleton key?”
“Yes,” Violet confirmed pulling it on a thin necklace from her cleavage causing Wilbur to flush. Violet handed the key to Betty who unlocked the small door. They stepped into a rather large walk-in closet passing a few brooms and mops to a lonely gramophone waiting in the corner. Betty blew away the cobwebs and dust from the aged machine.
“I’m afraid this old thing hasn’t seen the light of day in a few years,” Betty apologized.
“That’s quite alright,” Wilbur assured. “But I will need to move it to a place with better light.”
“That will be no trouble. I’ll have Jillian help you move it to my private quarters,” Betty said. “Will you fetch her for Mr. Hensley please, Violet?”
“Yes, of course,” Violet cheerfully accepted and went downstairs to find the repairwoman. Betty turned back to Wilbur who was inspecting the phonograph for imperfections.
“When was the last time you used this?” he asked.
“The last I remember was when I was ten and Edelweiss played it for her guests one day,” Betty reminisced. “I still have the records. I managed to save five or six of them. But we tried to play one a year or two ago and we couldn’t get it to play.”
“Well, once I complete the repairs we’ll try one to see if it works properly.”
“Splendid! Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Hensley.”
“Wilbur, please,” he chuckled.
“Very well, Wilbur. But what do you think is wrong with it?”
“I’m not sure. It might be the needle…” he supposed as Violet came back with Jillian speckled with deep blue paint drops.
“Ah, Wilbur. This is Jillian. She’ll assist you with the phonograph to my bedroom.” Betty started to leave the room with Violet to her room down the hall. Jillian and Wilbur lifted the machine up and followed single file out of the closet and into the hall to Betty standing in her doorway. “You may set it down on the space in the center.” The two workers entered Betty’s bedroom and placed the dusty gramophone down. Jillian stood up and wiped her brow.
“Well, good luck. I’ll be finishing some painting if you need me,” Jillian said turning to face the door.
“Thank you, Jillian,” Wilbur said standing. As Jillian left Betty and Violet followed her stopping at the entrance.
“Well, then I will leave you to your work Wilbur. Violet will you stay with Mr. Hensley and keep him…company?” Betty asked.
“Yes. Most definitely,” Violet agreed. Betty nodded and left the room. Wilbur kneeled to open his toolbox while Violet grinned as she slyly shut the door. Violet watched Wilbur handle his tools to start disassembling the machine to fix the problem. He removed the horn and stopped to scrutinize the machine further. Violet couldn’t quite see what he was looking at but she did try to imagine him naked which slightly aroused her. She giggled and walked to the bed to sit down. Violet lifted her gown showing her thighs and kicked off her heels to lay her legs down. She stretched a little and propped herself on her elbows to look over Wilbur’s shoulder. She watched him apply an adhesive patch to the mechanism. He carefully tweaked the coil and handle, straightened the arm, and cleaned around the needle which he quickly replaced. The procedure seemed as easy for Wilbur as juggling was to a skilled magician. He warily reset the horn on and stood up to double check his work. He then started to address Violet who was undressing him with her eyes.
“Well, I believe that will take care of the problem,” he said putting away his tools. “There was a crack near the small end of the horn I had to mend. The patch should hold but it will need at least thirty minutes to set. I also straightened the arm so it doesn’t press too hard against a spinning record. The needle was in bad condition so I gave it a fairly new one.”
“Mmmm, my my. You’re awfully good with your hands,” Violet cooed. “I had no doubt you could fix it.” Wilbur began to turn red.
“Well, we’ll find out if I fixed it in a half hour or so when the adhesive dries.”
“Goodness, what shall we do in the meantime?” she hinted spreading her thighs and crossing her ankles behind her. Wilbur was a little confused about how to answer her. He wasn’t sure if she was propositioning him or not. She abruptly stood up on her knees stretched a hand out to pull him to her. She grabbed his overall straps and led him to her on the bed. She brought her legs around to either side of the sweetly nervous elk and began to straddle him. Their noses touched. She smiled licking her lips and he grinned to acknowledge the fact that she was indeed propositioning him. She leaned back and brought Wilbur to his knees on the bed. “So, why don’t you take your shoes off and show me what those hands can do?”