Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 5

Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 5

The next time I was at the plant, which was the Saturday subsequent to the one on which I nearly demolished my dads sector with my licentious intentions, I made myself out to be an even greater fool than Mr. Smithers already likely thought I was.

On that Saturday, while on my way to the water fountain by the cafeteria, I overheard what sounded like an intense conversation between Mr. Smithers and Mr. Charles Montgomery Burns, the highest-level executive in the company. I knew I should have kept walking on my merry way to the fountain, but instead, I lingered by the open door and eavesdropped.

What were you thinking, hiring that woman as our new controls system design engineer? Shes an embarrassment to our corporation! Mr. Burns exclaimed with ire.

Mr. Smithers replied, bewildered, But sir, she has a degree from Dartmouth, a mass of experience with HVAC design, current security clearance

I dont care. Shes not right for this team.

Mr. Smithers attempted to remain calm. Why? Because shes not a man? Or because she doesnt look like Marge Simpson?

Whos Marge Simpson?

Mr. Smithers sighed. Mr. Burns, Ms. Stanley was the best applicant we received.

Mr. Burns stood up from his chair and raised his fist in the air histrionically. Well, it doesnt matter. I dont like her. So, fire her and go find someone else before I fire you! He then lifted a muffin off his breakfast plate and hurled it weakly at Mr. Smithers, who merely groaned with displeasure and left Mr. Burns office. I hid quickly before Mr. Smithers could witness my prying and waited until he had turned the corner before I walked into Mr. Burns office.

Mr. Burns?

Smithers, I thought I told you to leave and fire Mr. Burns looked around, and upon not seeing his friend, looked down at me. Oh, youre not Smithers at all. Who are you?

Im Lisa Simpson. Homer Simpsons daughter.

Im blanking on both names, but no matter. What do you want?

I cleared my throat. I just wanted to tell you that your maltreatment of your employees is repulsive.

What are you talking about?

I began with the most obvious issue, the one that would have previously angered me the most, but now was secondary in my heart. Firing that worker because she is a woman! That is sexism in its purest and most abhorrent form. And moreover, I heard how you talked to Mr. Smithers, how you abused him.

Mr. Burns rolled his eyes. Why, little girl, I merely threw a muffin at him. And by God, it didnt hurt him.

Maybe not physically, but

I thought you said you were Homer Simpsons daughter.

I hesitated, confused. Yes, I am.

Then why are you coming in here defending Smithers? Mr. Burns questioned, annoyed. Whats it to you?

I paused and looked downward. I dontknow.

Well, then I suggest you evacuate my office immediately before I fire your father. You think you can just come in here and question Montgomery Burns? Pish posh. Stupid girl.

I sadly turned away and was about to take my first step in the direction of the door when I saw Mr. Smithers standing by it. Miss Simpson? What are you doing here? he asked. I froze. Oh, God

Making my fear a reality, Mr. Burns decided to answer Smithers question for me. She came in here to insult me and question me in your defense. Did you put her up to this?

I felt like dying from mortification and fear. Mr. Smithers firstly looked shocked, then angry. No, I did not. He then turned to me coldly. Miss Simpson, I dont know whats going on with you. Being here all the time, messing with the equipment, snooping around. But I think its best for everyone if you stay out of this corporations affairs. Do you understand?

I nodded. Yes, sir.

Good. Tell your father he can have an early day so he can take you home.

I nodded once more and attempted to walk with dignity out of the office. Once I was gone from Mr. Smithers sight, I felt like I might begin crying. I had made myself out to be a fool of the highest degree in the eyes of one of the most people who I had desperately wished would not view me that way. I had betrayed my values; I had been an embarrassment to myself and to my family. I had always looked down on girls who did stupid things because of boys, and now I was one of them. And I just wanted to weep, but I was too ashamed to do that as well.

That night at home, I could barely eat my dinner, which of course roused concern in my mother. Lisa, honey, are you all right? Youve barely touched your vegetable salad.

I couldnt meet her eyes. Im fine, Mom. Just tired, I guess.

Hmmmwell, did you have fun at the plant? my mom asked, trying to cheer me up.

Yeah, sure, I mumbled.

Bart then piped, My day was totally awesome, Mom. I dared Milhouse to stick two pencils in his nostrils and then bark like a walrus when Ms. Krabappels back was turned, and he did, but then the pencils got stuck up there, and he had to get sent to the nurse. Haha!

My mom looked at Bart disapprovingly. HmmmBart, you shouldnt dare people to do things like that. He could have gotten seriously hurt. Then she looked back at me with worry. Lisa, if there is anything you need to talk about Luckily, at that moment, the phone rang.

Hello? my mom answered. She looked surprised by the voice on the other end. My daughter Lisa or my daughter Maggie?…Oh, Im sorry. I thought maybe you would like to speak to MaggieUm, okay, Ill get herLisa, its for you. Its Mr. Smithers?

I almost jumped out of my seat with shock and excitement. I ran to the phone and put it to my ear with anxiety. Hello?

Um, hello, Miss Simpson. Its Waylon Smithers. You know, from the power plant?

I wanted to say, Of course, I know! but I decided to play it cool. Oh, yeah, sure.

Well, I just wanted to apologize for my behavior at the plant today. I know you were only trying to help, and I should have been thanking rather than condemning you.

I took a deep breath. Oh, Mr. Smithers, Im the one who should be apologizing. What I did was completely crossing the line. I dont know what I was thinking, but if you forgive me, I promise not to do it again.

Of course, I forgive you. Do you forgive me?

Absolutely.

Great! Then, Ill see you tomorrow at the gala? Mr. Smithers asked.

What gala? I couldnt believe what I was hearing. Was he asking me to a party?

Mr. Smithers responded, Oh, your father didnt tell you? There is a company benefit dance tomorrow evening, and every workers family is invited.

Of course, he didnt tell me. He probably forgot or was planning to blow it off. No, he didnt tell us yet, but it sounds like a lot of fun. Ill definitely be there.

Excellent. I look forward to seeing you and your family tomorrow then. And know that you can come by the plant whenever you like, Mr. Smithers said.

I smiled. Thank you so much, Mr. Smithers.

Have a good night, Miss Simpson.

You too, sir. I hung up, beaming, and turned to face my family. It felt like waking up from some beautiful dream.

What was that about, Lisa? my mom asked. I told her and the family about the benefit tomorrow and couldnt stop smiling as I did so. My mom and dad didnt seem to notice the sudden happiness I was expelling, but my brother gave me a knowing look. And this scared me beyond measure.

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