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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