Charley's big day

[afternooner]

OOC Chanaud and I are starting this one, I'm not sure if she wants company but there are possibilities. if so lets keep it light and fun and flirty ok give her a chance to post first though and then well... we'll see. don't be afraid to ooc or pm either. thanks
IC
God was this job boring Charley groaned, not a trouble call for a week and that was to get a cat out of a dryer, what a mess! Nothing technical. He had all these fancy tools and a brand new shinny tool box but not a chance to use it. He picked his 6' lanky body up out of the chair and began to pace. his hand went through his dark brown hair before he adjusted his tie and straightened his jacket His brown eyes blazed with indignation at the idea of wearing the damn thing but it was company policy like those blue uniform pants two sizes to small did'nt they know about xxLarge around here. jeeeze Martha.

At 22 he'd just graduated from tech school and was raring to show off his stuff. He just needed a customer. like now already.

His pacing was interupted by the ringing of the phone another telemarketer he grumbled but rushed to pick it up any way. Trying to be pleasant he said Hello Maytag repair shop This is Charley.

From the phone came the sweetest voice Charley swore he ever heard...Charley...Help.. He almost droped the phone....

 

[chanaud]

Samantha Jones

This is my first job and I had to lie at landing this one. I’m 19 yrs old and was in desperate state when I got evicted from my apartment. Nowhere to turn and no money in my bank account, I answered the only promising ad, Live In Maid Wanted.

One glance at my forged resume, I was hired on the spot. Little did I know, my employer, an eccentric single millionaire was desperate for help and little did he know, I didn’t know anything about cleaning professionally. I moved in that night on the understanding I was to start tomorrow.

I woke early on my first day on the job. Since, I didn’t ask about a uniform, I didn’t know what to expect. So, I decided to play it safe. My dark auburn hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail and I wore my best blue jeans with a V-neck white shirt. The shirt was a little too clingy but I decided to go with it anyway. Beside, my employer won’t work me too hard on my first day, will he?

Wrong! I skipped downstairs expecting a hearty good morning with complete breakfast and a tour of the house. What I found instead was a four-page outline of my daily responsibilities and instructions on how to handle each art deco piece. A little note with red ink was clipped to the front of the instructions, Do laundry first!

I somehow found the oversized laundry room. I had to gasp at what was next to it. There were heaps of dirty clothes. Staring at the monstrous machines, I started loading forgetting to separate the whites from colors. I turned the knob until I heard the loud echoing of water filling the large tub and poured a capful of Tide. I noticed how large the tub was and noticed how it seems to hold more than the average. Proud of myself for using good judgment, I poured another capful and another just in case. Satisfied, I went on to my next responsibility – breakfast dishes.

Ten minutes later, I walked in and to my dismay the large white machine was shaking and bouncing around. Panicking, I turned all the knobs but nothing changed. In sheer desperation, I unplugged the cord at the electrical outlet. After a few more bounces, it stopped. Sighing a relief, I did what any other would do when she’s alone. Call a professional.

Hello, I would like to speak to a Maytag repairman, please.

A voice on the other line seemed to fade. So, I decided a different tactic.

Pleeease…help me. I’m desperate.

 

[afternooner]

charley on the spot

That was all I needed to know someone, and a sweet sounding female, at that, was needing help desperately. I got the address, grabbed my tool box and ii was out of there.

I drove my truck to this place in the hills, real swank neighborhood gotta be bucks here I think maybe theres more jobs I can do here if I play my cards right. Stopping at the gate a camera scanning me. I pass inspection I guess as the gate opens I know enough to use the service entrance and I ring the bell straightening my tie and running my hands thru my hair.I look down to see if my shoes are shined and when I look back up I'm looking into the bluest eyes I've ever seen with the most helpless look Iv'e ever seen I almost drop my tool box she is so drop dead georgeous dark auburn hair dressed in tight blue jeans and a clingy v neck shirt.

"Hello mam. My names Charley" I say a little nervous but trying to be professional. What's the problem.

 

[chanaud]

As soon as I opened the door, I had to gasp at his height. When my eyes had a chance to make its way down, I noticed how fit forming his uniform was. In fact, if was so fit forming, I was able to see every ripple of his muscles through his uniform. Yes, it's obvious he works out, I assumed as my tongue traced my lips involuntarily.

My eyes finally made its way up to his eyes. After looking deep into his deep browns, I guessed him to be in his early 20s.

"Hello mam. My names Charley"

His shaky voice brought me back to reality. That's right, he's here to repair the washer.

I grabbed his hand and led him to the downstairs cellar.

I am soooo glad you're here.

His hand was warm, smooth and damp. I had to smile at his nervousness.

"What's the problem, Ma'm?"

Showing him the big monstrous machine, Ermmm...it jumps around and makes a loud wailing noise. That's not right, is it?

 

[afternooner]

Charley

I looked at the machine and then back to her Clearing my throat.

It's a comercial model I told her usually very dependable ,like the repairman. I blushed a little. but when they break down they can be hard to fix.
I saw her face fall and the huge pile of clothes and quickly added but I'll take care of you mam... What did you say your name was?

I opened my tool box and began to rummage through tools, making small talk.

Is this your parents home, you must be lucky to live here this place is so awesome, do you go to college? I mean you look like the college type smart I mean and pretty.

I realize I'm rambling on and blush again. I'm jittery as hell, my first big job. I take a breath don't blow it. Charley shes just another broad nothing to get goofy about And then Ii look at her at her blue eyes and how sad she looks.

I slam my tool box shut on my thumb and now the damn thing's bleeding. God, Charley whats next?

 

[chanaud]

I had to giggle at his stream of questions. It's obvious I was making him nervous. But, when he jammed his finger on his shiny new toolbox, I winced in pain with him. He sure was doing a good job in holding it in, I thought as his eyes watered before me.

Blood dripped down the underside of his arm. I grabbed the closest cloth I can find. A man's dress shirt. Shrugging, I decided, oh well, I have to stop him from bleeding before he passes out.

"Are you ok?" He nodded numbly.

"Say something. Please." I begged him, trying to shake him back to reality.

"You're beautiful." His whisper was light as a faint spring breeze.

Giggling, I knew he was alright. "You're fine and thank you."

Charley was written on the tag of his uniform. "Charley, can you fix this washer?"

My eyes gazed down as he puffed out his chest making his shirt tighter. It took my breath away.

 

[afternooner]

Charley

Just the way she said my name made my heart flutter. I looked at her dark auburn hair in its neat pony tail, at her blue eyes and pouty sensous lips. Then down at her v-neck shirt with just a hint of cleavage showing, I was fluttering a bit lower too..Then and there I decided I was in love with her.....and I didn't even know her name!

I clear my throat trying to look professional and reply,

"Sure can, miss, our motto is "we never leave a customer unsatisfied."

I reach out and turn the machine on "Lets see how this thing works".

It rumbles and jumps and all of a sudden starts heading toward us! The door to the hall is closed and I realize, we're trapped! At the mercy of this damn machine! No where to run, no where to hide!

I look at her and reach down scooping her lithe body up as I jump on top of the rumbling beast!

Our weight seems to settle it down and it starts going into its fill cycle, purring like a kitten. I look at her and smile because I feel her warm and soft in my lap and because she's looking gratefully into my eyes and because were getting some clothes washed.