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Subject: {ASSM} [RP] Mr. Walter's Helper (MF) [01/20] - MWH01.txt (1/1)
Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 07:10:04 -0400
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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you 
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or 
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this 
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read 
any further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench 
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in 
which physical acts and human responses are not limited 
to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and 
responses in this story may be physically impossible 
and/or physiologically improbable.  

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this 
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful - 
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused breasts to 
droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces.  The 
men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.  
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.  
In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, 
morals, or unwanted pregnancies.  Guilt is a four-
letter word.  Most important of all, neither strength 
of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief 
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus.  This can 
be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle 
or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.  

For those of you who didn't understand the preceding 
statements, GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment 
of consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the 
things described in this story.  You could injure 
yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her 
father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story 
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited 
where you are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility 
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure 
that results from reading this story.  If you don't, GO 
AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on 
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for 
it. 

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy 
the story!....:) 

NightShade


















Mr. Walter's Helper

by NightShade

(FF, MF, oral, vaginal, anal, light bd, light sm, rom)


12/96, revised 6/99


Chapter 1

Elmer had watched the endless parade of job applicants 
drag on for three days.  For the miserly wages he was 
allowed to offer by the cheap bitch owner who ran 
Silver's Department Store, where he worked, it was no 
wonder the people who applied for the job had no idea 
what being a photographer's assistant was about.  Most 
of the applicants just sat in the chair across from his 
desk and dumbly nodded or shrugged at his questions.  
Then they usually asked him to sign a form for the 
Unemployment Office to show they had been looking for a 
job.  What a fucking waste of time!

So it was with not a small amount of rancor that he 
waited for his next appointment.  Ol' lady Silver's 
secretary had set this one up herself.  Orders from the 
top.  No way to say `No' on this one.  During the one-
sided conversation he had had less than an hour ago, 
with the fucking secretary doing all the talking, he 
had as much as been told that he would hire this next 
applicant, no questions asked.  This one, a young girl, 
was a relative of the big bitch herself and Ol' lady 
Silver was taking a personal interest in finding her 
something to do.  

How Mrs. Silver got saddled babysitting her niece made 
for interesting speculation, but you had to give her 
credit.  She really had been trying to find a spot for 
her to fit in and learn the department store business.  
Apparently, Mrs. Silver's niece had screwed up her last 
four positions in Finance, Counter Sales, Customer 
Service and Shipping.  Elmer guessed that put him at 
the bottom of the corporate totem pole as the in-house 
photographer for Advertising.  Elmer was the last place 
for the owner to dump her niece.  She had already been 
assigned to him.  The interview process was simply a 
formality.

He had been told to use her however he could and to 
keep her out of Mrs. Silver's way.  No one else in the 
company wanted her after the stories of her 
catastrophic performances in the other departments had 
gone around the rumor mill.  Elmer hadn't heard all of 
them, but he could almost hear the secretary's eyes 
rolling in her head over the phone as she had filled 
him in on what Mrs. Silver didn't want to hear about.

Fuming and muttering to himself, he didn't hear the 
timid knock on the door.  When he didn't answer, the 
knock came again, this time only slightly louder.

"Come in," he barked.

The door crept open just enough to admit an obviously 
shy young girl.  He guessed her age at 16 or 17, though 
she had to be at least 18 years old to work here.  Or 
were relatives of the owner exempt?  He couldn't 
remember.  The waif-like girl was dressed in a 
shapeless old frock and run-down, but sensible shoes.  
Her dirty dark hair was oily and stringy, hanging in 
clumps.  There was no make-up on her face.  This 
frumpy, lumpy shapeless blob was not at all what he had 
expected of the owner's niece.  He had expected a 
spoiled brat, not Cinderella.

"Please, sit down," he said.  Her wide-eyed innocent 
look amused him, and he cocked his head as he looked at 
her more closely.  His photographer's eye automatically 
analyzed her and he was surprised when he found that 
she had possibilities in front of the camera.  Very 
strong possibilities.  The bone structure of her face 
would accept make-up nicely.  She had classic lines in 
her cheekbones and nose.  He couldn't make out her 
figure through the multiple layers of her dress, but 
her face didn't show either excess fat or anorexia.

"Not a beauty right now, but she definitely could be a 
looker," he thought to himself.  Out loud he started, 
"I'm Elmer Walters.  So, you're going to be working for 
me, Miss ...?"  

He paused, waiting for her to supply her last name for 
him.

"Suzy," she answered.  "Suzy Smith.  But please call me 
Suzy."

"OK, Suzy.  What do you know about photography or 
advertising?" he continued, not knowing what to expect 
with this one.

"Oh, is that what you do down here?" she asked 
innocently, not realizing she had touched a nerve as to 
the location of his office.  "Nothing, I guess."

Inwardly, Elmer flinched.  "Damn that woman and all her 
fucking relatives."

With a sigh, Elmer began to outline the 
responsibilities of the job to the young girl.  He 
talked about working all night to meet the newspaper 
deadlines, doing make-up for the models, building the 
sets, getting the props down the freight elevators from 
the various departments upstairs and then back before 
the store opened in the morning, loading the still 
cameras, working with the film, running the back-up 
video cameras, setting up the lights for the shoots and 
developing the film.  

The girl sat quietly and listened.  Elmer was not sure 
if she had understood anything until he noticed a tear 
trickle down her cheek.

"Oh, SHIT!" he swore under his breath.  "A fuckin' 
crier."

Biting his tongue, he softly asked, "Is there something 
wrong?"  It came out a whole lot more gentle than he 
felt, but this was the boss's niece after all, and who 
knew how direct the pipeline back to the boss was.

This show of sympathy, however false, seemed to break 
the dam holding back a flood of tears.  Finally, she 
stopped the flow of tears, wiped the snot running from 
her nose on a soiled handkerchief she pulled from the 
sleeve of her blouse.  She started mumbling with her 
head bent down in shame.

"Suzy!  Sit up straight and speak up!" he told her 
sharply.  

Startled, she sat up.

"Yes Sir!  But I can't do make-up.  I - I - I don't 
know how," she managed to get out between sobs.  "And I 
wouldn't know which end of a camera to point at the 
models.  And, well, I - I -I...," she stuttered on.

"Easy to fix that," he answered.  "I know a couple of 
the girls up in Cosmetics.  You can take lessons from 
them.  And we'll get you some clothes from the Young 
Miss Department and make an appointment with the Beauty 
Salon."  He paused.  "Can you start tomorrow?  OK?  
We'll teach you everything else you need to know as we 
go along."

The look of gratitude in her eyes amazed him.  

"Had no one ever shown this kid even basic kindness?" 
he wondered as he watched her leave his office.  He 
reached for the phone on his desk.  He had several 
calls to make.

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End of chapter

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