Simpsons Porn Story: So You See Chapter 1

So You See: Chapter 1 – Big Man in Charge

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Simpsons.

Authoresses Note: This is my first Simpsons story. It’s only involving (as of now) Mr. Burns and Waylon Smithers. This chapter does not contain very many references to Smithers feelings towards Mr. Burns but rest assured the next and the ones following it will. They’re in this chapter in subtle ways. I hope you enjoy.

He was accompanying Burns to a party hosted by the very wealthy businessman Richard Vandershoot. This party was exclusive to the wealthy business owners and their faithful lackeys whom many rich party goers chose to bring. It wasnt the thought of the party that made him feel so tense, he had accompanied Burns to many parties in the past, it was the thought of spending an evening with the furious Mr. Burns.

Earlier that day Smithers had ruined Mr. Burnss lunch by putting slightly too much butter on his baguette. Next he had laid out a suit for Mr. Burns to wear to the party that had a single hair on the front breast pocket that Smithers in his inspection seemed to have missed. Mr. Burns had furiously accused him of trying to sabotage him at the biggest party of the year and claimed that Smithers incompetence couldve lost him some of the largest business deals of his long life.

Like always Smithers just took the abuse and did as he was told. Unfortunately Burnss mood hadnt lifted and Smithers feared for his job if something were to go wrong at this party. It wouldnt even have to be his fault, Mr. Burns would blame him anyways. He just hoped that Mr. Burns made some good business deals and became a little happier. Maybe if all went well then Smithers would be forgiven and Mr. Burns would show him a rare show of kindness that occasionally came about when his mood was very high.

Weve uh arrived sir. Waylon stammered as he pulled up to the valet.

Well what the devil are you waiting for Smithers? Get out and open my door! His boss snapped.

Yes sir. Smithers said obediently. He exited the limousine and opened the door for his employer who stepped out and gave him an ungrateful look. The pair set up the marble staircase that led to the magnificent oak door. The mansion was more like a castle, adorned with turrets and built out of pink and grey stone. A large wrought iron fence surrounded the large property on all sides.

The two stopped and Mr. Burns made a nudging motion with his head towards the large brass knocker.

Oh right of course sir. Smithers said quickly and lifted his hand to knock on the door when the door opened suddenly. A butler in a fancy black tuxedo opened the door from the inside and bowed them inside.

Montgomery Burns, a pleasure, Mr. Vandershoot has been expecting you. Please allow me to show you to him in the party. He said respectively. Mr. Burns nodded and they followed the butler inside to a very large and very expensively decorated room.

The large party room was complete with a grand piano in the far corner and a live jazz band playing a light tune in the opposite corner. The walls were seemingly painted gold and the marble floor was polished to the max. Many fancy, and obviously rich, people were mingling amongst themselves as waiters adorned in black tuxedos like the one the butler was wearing were weaving around the guests serving fancy hors doeuvres. In the center of the high ceiling a very large and very elaborate glass chandelier was hanging. Smithers had been to many mansions but this was by far the most intricate hed ever seen.

His shock and awe mustve shown because Burns elbowed him roughly in the ribs and hissed, Stop staring you ninny. Theyll think Im not nearly as rich as I am.

Smithers nodded and rubbed his sore ribs as the butler excused himself to go find Mr. Vandershoot.

As a waiter passed carrying a large tray of shrimp Smithers turned to his boss.

Would you like some shrimp sir? He asked. Burns just grunted his annoyance and snapped back at poor Waylon.

You fool. You make me late to the largest party of the year and now you offer me shrimp to try and make it up?! He angrily asked.

Were not late sir the party starts at- Smithers started to say but was cut off as the butler arrived with Richard Vandershoot. The butler bowed himself away.

Ah Monty! His loud voice boomed and he offered his hand to shake Burnss who accepted. Its been a long time. Howve you been cooped up in that plant of yours? He asked.

Ive been good, not as young as I used to be but Ive got my young assistant Smithers here to keep me youthful. He said, sounding nice for once, but Smithers knew it was all for show and he knew how to play along.

Nice to meet you sir. Smithers said politely and accepted Richards proffered hand.

Smithers eh? Ive heard of you from other acquaintances of Burns. If only I had a man like you working for me then Id never have to lift a finger. Youre one of the best. He complimented with a poke to Smithers chest.

Thank you very much sir. He responded back.

Now Monty lets say I introduce you to some of the new business men and women. You knows, maybe youll see a bright young talent and be interested in investing in a company. Richard threw an arm around Mr. Burnss shoulder and started to lead him away.

Smithers knew well enough not to follow. This was business between the rich and wealthy and he knew that Mr. Burns wouldnt want him tagging along and embarrassing him. Feeling slightly miserable he made his way over to the side of the room. The butler from earlier came up to him.

Rough night? He asked.

Yes kind of. He replied feeling down.

If you want you dont have to hang around here feeling bored. Theres a separate room for those whove the guests have brought along with them. Personal assistants and such. Its just down that corridor right there and third door on your left. He pointed at a door. Theres an open bar in there so if it interests you just go on ahead. Your boss wont mind Im sure.

Smithers thanked him and started walking towards the said room. He put his hands in his pockets and hung his head. The butler said that his boss wouldnt mind but he obviously didnt know Mr. Burns. If he needed something and didnt see Smithers his mood would certainly not lift. He decided to himself that hed just go for a drink and then check back up on Mr. Burns.

He walked into the staff lounge and looked around. It too was a very large, although not quite as large or elaborate as the previous one. He walked over to the bar and sat himself down in one of the handsome oak bar stools.

What will ye have? The bartender asked in a cockney accent.

A whiskey please. Smithers sighed.

He sat there drinking his shot when he started to think back at how Mr. Vandershoot had complimented him and Mr. Burns didnt say anything to agree. He just stood there. As one whiskey turned into ten to get rid of his depression his mood started to change. He started to become a little angry. After another five his mood went from a little angry to very angry. At some point his bowtie had loosened and now hung limply around his neck. His hair had become messy and unkempt.

That shtupid Mr. Burnsss. He horribly slurred his words. I ought to go tell him what I thinkssss of hic him. He got up slowly and after nearly falling several times and opening the wrong doors he found himself in a grand ballroom once more.

He somehow managed to spot his boss through all the people. He walked over to the grey haired man and grabbed him roughly by the shoulder.

Now ya listen here ssssir. He said angrily. I donnot like the way ya treat me. He started to poke the man angrily in the chest in a drunken fashion.

Smithers? He heard a voice from behind ask in a shocked voice. He turned around wobbly as he saw the real Mr. Burns standing behind him opened mouthed.

Oh. Sawrrry. He slurred to the man he had been previously telling off.

Mr. Burns tried to cover up his assistants drunkenness. Oh heh heh. Thats just Smithers idea of a joke. We should really be getting going now. He tried to give Smithers a gentle push to the door. There was now a lot of people staring. But Smithers resisted.

No sir. He started drunkenly. I work my assoff fer ya and ya donnot even care. Ya just treat meh like dirt. If I were one of thes fancy shmancy people I wouldnt make any businesss deals with ya. He told him angrily. If he wasnt drunk he wouldve never dared say these things to his bosses face in a room full of possible business partners let alone if it was just the two of them.

Burns looked horrified. He wouldve never expected Smithers to drunkenly open up to everyone. He looked at Smithers who was now swaying back and forth with a look of betrayal from his most faithful employee. However the look quickly turned to anger. To Smithers it was the last thing on his love interest’s face he saw before passing out face down surrounded by snooty looks of shock and annoyance by the wealthy men and women.

What happened last night? He wondered as he moved a hand up to his eyes to further block out the light seeping beneath his eyelids.

He must be back at home in his apartment. Where else could he be?

Good morning, Mr. Smithers. A sardonic voice said from across whatever room he was in.

He shot up and looked at the source of the voice. There at the desk in the grand office of the power plant was his employer Mr. Burns. He had a sort of forced smile on his face.

Err morning sir. What am I doing here exactly? Smithers asked, scratching the back of his neck embarrassedly.

Oh Im sure itll come to you Mr. Smithers. Just call me when it does. With that he put his head back down to whatever he was working on.

Smithers looked down at the bed. It seemed to be a small white cot from the medical office. As he was looking down he noticed he was still in his suit from the night before. And then it hit him.

Oh my G- He started to say but Mr. Burns gave a very forced laugh and cut him off.

After your little, scene, last night you lost me several big business deals. I had to drive both myself and you back here. I saved a trip from your house and back here by just bringing you straight up here myself and calling a night employee to bring up a spare cot. That way you didnt have to drag yourself out of bed this morning and come here.

Thats very kind of- He started to say but Mr. Burns cut him off with a very harsh and severe look.

Smithers, yesterday you behaved in a way I couldnt have believed possible from you. You embarrassed both myself and the company.

Please sir- Smithers started to plead. But Mr. Burns didnt stop.

Its unforgivable. Youve betrayed me after all these years of faithful service and now I cant trust you.

Just one more chance-

NO! Burns shouted angrily. One more chance would only cause you to ruin another business deal for me. This is it Smithers. This is the end of the line. Youre FIRED!

Waylon hung his head. Hot tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Instead of letting them fall however he raised his eyes to meet his bosss cold ones in an angry gaze.

Fine. Fine! Ill go and leave you alone. But listen to me and listen to me good! You never cared about me or the quality of the work I did! Ive put up with this thankless job for too long now! Putting up with your abuse for everything! Well thats it Monty! Youll hire new assistants but theyll never be like me! Theyll never put up with all of your crap, theyll all leave you. Youll die alone and friendless because the last person who cared about you just walked out of your life. Smithers told him sternly.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol he had consumed last night or maybe it was because of the pain of a hangover that he was feeling as he looked at his now former employer that made him say those things. Burns just sat in his large chair, fingers forming a steeple, staring at Waylon with an unreadable expression. Neither moved from their spot, employee standing off against employer. And then, finally, Waylon turned his back to Mr. Burns without another word and marched right out of his office.

Minutes passed and Mr. Burns still didnt move. After a long time he brought his hand to his forehead and closing his eyes massaged his temples wearily.