Gentleman Caller

Lounging in the hot, bubble-filled tub, a cucumber slice over either eye, Betty tries to relax after a long day in front of the movie cameras. A hand over the side of the crowfoot bathtub, she fingers the rim of a glass of bee's knees...made in the same bathtub, not two days before. A decent bottle of Canadian gin is getting harder and harder to find after a decade of prohibition, even for an up-and-coming movie starlet such as herself.

Just as she raises the glass to take a slug of the lemony concoction, the telephone rings in the outer hall. Betty groans her displeasure at the ill-timed call, setting the glass down, and plucking the vegetables from her eyes. Not bothering with a towel or a robe, the naked and dripping raven-haired woman makes her way to the hallway table. Raising the candlestick telephone's mouthpiece to her ruby-colored lips, she raises the receiver to her ear.

Betty: Hello, Boop residence.

On the other end of the line, the masculine-sounding caller says nothing, breathing heavily in Betty's ear.

Betty: Golly, Mister! Are you okay? You sound terrible!

The breathing continues, quicker and ragged-sounding.

Betty: Geez! You're not havin' an asthma attack are yuh?
Caller: Wha... What're are you wearing?
Betty: What am I...? Well, I obviously ain't wearin' no nurse outfit, but maybe you oughta hang up and call a doctor or somethin', mister.

Betty hears only halting groans coming through the receiver, the callers exhales coming quicker and quicker with every passing second.

Betty: You really need to lay off the butts, Father Time. You sound like yuh got a bad case of emphysema goin' on there.
Caller: B-butt... Sexy butt... Wanna come all over that sexy, little butt.
Betty: You wanna what now? Saaaayyyy! Wait a second! Is this... Is this one of those obscene phone calls?
Caller: Come... All... All over... All over that... Sexy... Little...
Betty: Nope! Uh-uhhh! Dis' girl don't play the back nine! I'll have you know, I waaass soakin' in the tub before you called and disturbed me, sir. Buuuut, to answer your previous question, I ain't wearin' nothing but a...

Betty clicks the receiver cradle, ending the call with a devious grin. Leaving the receiver off the hook, she sets the telephone down and makes her way back to the bathroom. Sliding into the now lukewarm water, Betty replaces her cucumber slices, finally reaching to take a sip of her homemade alcoholic beverage.

Betty: Wearin' nothin' but a smile.


Original Sketch by Haich
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2