Message from Velma: Make sure you are sitting comfortably before you start to read this scenario. It is the longest music scenario of all time. It continues in three parts, including three different songs: Divine Hammer by The Breeders, Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies, and Colour Me by Dot Allison. Once you reach the end of this first part, you will find a link at the bottom directing you to the continuing chapter. This might be considered a FanFic/Music Scenario hybrid. We'll just see if this works. Hope you enjoy!

Song: Divine Hammer by The Breeders

Scenario: by Velma, 5.22.02

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Is someone knocking at my door or am I dreaming? I was cat napping, curled up in the middle of my bed in the early afternoon. My eyes slowly opened and closed. Then, bolting out of my semi-dream state, I remembered I had asked the apartment management to send someone out today to repair a leak in my bedroom. The leak started the other night, during that terrible rainstorm we had. Drip. Drip. Drip. Plus, one of the lights in my kitchen ceiling had burned out and I couldn’t reach to change it out myself.

“Maintenance! Hello?” a muffled voice came through the door.

I was frantically running around looking for my shorts, as I had been sleeping in just my tank top. I could hear him giving up on the idea of someone being inside and trying to use his master key to open my front door.

“Just a sec! I’m here! Sorry! Just a sec!” I yelled.

The jostling of my door lock stopped. I found my shorts and ran to the door pulling them up, hopping, and zipping.

I looked through the peephole. The face before me wasn’t familiar, but it was . . . hmph . . . very nice. Pretty eyes. Semi-long brown hair, brushed back like a lion’s mane. Round nose. He was so close, I could see nothing else, but I felt confident he was whom he said. So, I opened up the door.

“Hi. I’m here to fix,” he said glancing down on a piece of paper. “ . . . a window leak and replace a light bulb?”

“Yes. Great. Come in,” I said opening the door wide and gesturing to his entrance. “Sorry, it took me so long to get to the door. You caught me napping.”

He just shrugged and smiled. His lips were full and perfectly framed his healthy white teeth. A small reddish-brown beard on his chin was carved like an arrow directing you to his bottom lip.

“Are you new? Usually Miller comes to make repairs.”

 “Yeah, sorry. Hi. I’m Apolo. I’ve been working for Miller for about a month now, ” he said in a smoky voice.

“Oh, okay. Cool. Nice to meet you.”

I closed the door and led this exotic repair guy into my kitchen where one of my track lights was burned out.  As he moved ahead of me in the kitchen space, a head-to-toe evaluation revealed he was wearing a thin white cotton v-neck t, a pair of jean shorts adorned with a classically loaded utility belt, and some light brown work boots with white tube socks.

“Sorry. My place is kinda messy right now. I’ve been slacking around today.”

“Oh, gosh. Don’t worry about it,” He said taking a glance around. “You should see how other people keep their places around here. It’s amazing. People are pretty nasty.”

“Dang.”

“Your place is nice, really. It even smells good,” he said with a friendly smile as he began looking up at my vaulted kitchen ceiling.

“Thanks,” I said with a light blush. “Apolo? Like the sun god?”

“Uh, heh, no. It’s a combination of Greek words. See, my dad . . . ah, it’s a long story. This bulb up here?”

“Yeah. The one that’s burned out,” I said smiling at him a like a silly school kid.

“Heh, right, duh,” he said rolling his eyes with a tiny bit of embarrassment followed by a chuckle.

He unfolded a stepladder he had carried in with him. His arms were solid, covered with creamy flan colored skin. Standing near by, I noticed he radiated a lot of heat, literally. I supposed he had been out on several calls before visiting me. It was that moist heat, musk you’d expect to come from a guy out there earning his pay in honest sweat.

“Hey, do you think you could stand there and just kinda hold the ladder leg? This thing is a little shaky.”

“Gosh, of course. No prob.”

As he began to climb up the ladder, I suddenly noticed this beautiful, round, full, perfect booty ascending before my face. It was so perfect it was almost disturbing. It was like watching a sunrise. (Nope, not a moon. We are talking about the glorious sun.) I’m not completely sure, but I’d swear I heard an angel choir begin to sing. I stood paralyzed from this epiphany, holding onto the ladder leg — now more in an effort to keep myself steady rather that securing the ladder itself.

“Hey, can you grab that?”

“Huh?” I said startled, shaking my shameful gaze away from his ass.

He was holding out the burnt bulb, jostling it in a signal for me to take it.

“Oh, yeah. Got it.”

Looking up at his face, I started thinking, “Man! Who is this? He really is beautiful. Really, really, really.” I mirrored his smile as he asked for the new bulb he had brought. He watched my fluster, disguised as giddy energy, while I gleefully put down the burnt out bulb and reached for the new bulb package lying on the counter next to me.

I’m just lookin’ for one divine hammer. I’d bang him all day. Like a carpenter goes bang, bang, bang.

“Well, whatever it means, Apolo is a really cool name,” I said stretching up to hand him the new bulb.

“Thanks,” he said with a light giggle and a grin that told me he knew I was making the gentlest of all first moves. I take a mental bow. Thank you. Thank you.

Suddenly, he stumbled, almost falling, causing the ladder to shake violently. He doubled over hugging onto the top step. I did my heroic best to keep the thing steady, my heart pounding out of my chest.

“Oh man! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah. Whoa! I’m fine,” he said finding his secure stance, and standing tall again to finish screwing in the bulb. “Thanks for holding on.”

Both his arms rose above his head; his body stretched upward causing the bottom of his shirt to slightly lift and waft, revealing a wavering peek at a firm but soft-looking tummy and a cute belly button.

I tranced out to this view, but was relieved when he started his descent down. When he looked like he was going to fall before, a news headline flashed in my head – “Stupid Girl Lets Totally Hot Repair Guy Fall to His Death in Her Kitchen.” So, having him down on the ground and safe was a good thing.

“Now, we have that leak coming from your window ceil?”

“Yes, it’s just above the south bedroom window, not so much the window itself,” I said leading him down the hallway back to my bedroom.

He moved passed me in the archway of my room, brushing up against me sending a tingle across my skin. I watched this rugged, but beautiful man scanning my bedroom of pink butterflies, painted flowers, and plush pillows. He was an alien invader in this girl’s space, but his juxtaposition was a welcomed change.

“I need to I pull the bed away from the window,” he said after assessing the situation. “Is that alright?”

“Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t do it for you already.”

“No prob,” he said.

His hands wrapped around the railing of my footboard, his back arched, and his knees bent as he pulled the base of the bed away from the wall and the window. The veins and muscles in his forearms and hands were forced outward, bulging impressions on his smooth skin. The cotton shirt that stretched across his arched back outlined his t-shaped shoulders and torso.

After pulling the bed back as far as needed, he went to the window and pulled on the blind cord. The blinds made a violent noise as they shot upward, but he was unphased. He inspected the crack above the window, laid various tools on my bed, picked one up to measure, used another to pry at the fractured drywall.

“Well, I definitely wanna to plug up your hole with some caulk,” he explained as my eyes grew wide and my bottom lip dropped open a bit. He knows what he just said, but has no idea what I just heard. I take in a deep breath. “But to actually fix the leak, I’ll have to do some work on the outside wall.”

He looked back at me, maybe to see some understanding in my face. I stood staring at him, my body leaning up against the wall. I was standing on my leg closest to the wall, while my foot tucked behind it was moving up and down caressing the back of my ankle to the back of my knee.

His body turned to me more, still looking at my face then slowly moving his eyes down. He made an unconscious glance over to my bed, probably noticing the little circle of sheets and comforters made from my daytime napping.

Jump him! Jump him now! Push him down on the bed and have your way with him!

“But, I’m gonna go ahead and patch up the inside fissure now, since I’m here,” he said in a slightly different tone than he had used before. It was deliberate, focused, and he was looking me straight in the eye.

“Uhmm, cool. Thanks,” I said pushing away from the wall.

He had to go out to his truck to get his caulk gun. I watched him as he picked up his stepladder and walked out my front door. He was careful, strong, beautiful, and in my apartment, but I could do nothing. I was frozen with shyness, stymied by propriety, and fearful of rejection.

RING. RING.

I picked up the phone. It was my friend, Jennifer.

“I can’t talk to you. There is a babe of a repair guy in my apartment right now,” I whispered into the receiver fearing he might walk back in the door at any moment.

“Ga-ga-ga . . . stop talking to me, you dope. I’ll expect a full report tomorrow,” she said.

“Will do! Bye!” I said clicking the phone off, tossing it back on the couch, and returning to an unassuming pose near the door.

He returned quickly, smiling at me standing in the hallway waiting for his return. I followed him back to my bedroom and watched him clean the crack then fill the hole with his caulk gun as he had promised. Then he was done, as quick as that.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to fix the outside,” he said.

“That will be great. I don’t think it is supposed to rain for a while.”

“Yeah. I think you’ll be okay,” he laughed.

There was something there. There was way too much smiling, way too much giggling, way too many awkward stares and silences. However, I hate to be wrong. I’d hate to be proven delusional.

With caulk gun in hand, he started heading for my entryway. Following, I reached out in front of him and opened the door like a good host to see him out. He paused and looked back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I had nothing at all cute or clever to say back. I just smiled at him like a girl who wanted to have sex with a hot guy who was walking away, but had just smiled at her and said he would be back tomorrow.

I closed the door, locked the deadbolts, and walked back into my bedroom. I looked at the spot where my leak once was. I wanna fill you with my cock. I shuttered, shook the idea from my mind, then smiled.

I knew I’d be seeing him again very soon.

He forgot his tools.

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