Simpsons Porn Story: Last Episode Ever – Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Marge, holding Maggie,
and Lisa jumped in the car at 6:55 and sped toward Springfield
Elementary. Homer drove to work.

Meanwhile,
at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant

Mr.
Burns was lying on a massage table in his office while Smithers gave
him a massage.

These
had to be some of the most uncomfortable moments of Waylon Smithers
life, simply because they were also sopleasurable.
Even if he wasnt the one beingerm,
pleasured.

But
it was very gratifying in a very unprofessional way when Mr. Burns
kept making noises and crying out things that sounded like they
weregetting down to a different kind of business.

Thank
God the doors were soundproof.

Mmm,
Mr. Burns groaned, Oooh, Smithersyes, thats nice. Nnh, a
little harder, please.

As
a light sweat broke out across Smithers forehead, a light rapping
was heard at the door. He stopped what he was doing, cringing as he
saw the slight scratches hed left on his employers back.
Amazingly, Mr. Burns hadnt complained of any pain when they were
being put there.

As
Smithers went to open the door, Burns raised his head. What are
you doing? he asked angrily, the massage apparently not succeeded
in relaxing him.

Somebody
knocked, sir.

Bother
that, you ninny! I think Ive got a knot, he turned over onto
his side and rubbed at his lower back, almost flashing him.

Smithers felt a shiver climbed up his
spine. He placed one hand to cover the door handle, the other to
strategically cover a certain spot on his own
anatomy. In a moment sir, he said and
flung open the door, practically pulling it off its hinges.

Homer
Simpson stood on the other side and Smithers called into his boss,
Simpsons here to see you, sir. If you dont need me, I think
Ill run to the restroom now. Excuse me.

Burns
sat up an regarded him with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. You
always dart off to the bathroom whenever youve finished giving me
a massage! he complained.

I
drink a lot of coffee, was Smithers excuse. It was true. Being
Mr. Burns personal assistant required the intake of a lot of
caffeine. He fled the room.

Mr. Burns scrutinized Simpson. What can I do for
you?

When they at
Springfield Elementary arrived, they were only five minutes late.
Marge dropped Lisa off at the curb and she leapt out before the car
even came to a complete stop. This caused her to stumble.

Lisa!
Are you alright? Marge asked worriedly.

Lisa
looked down and saw that she had skinned her knee, but not badly and
it wasnt painful. Uh, yeah.

However, she had been carrying her speech to give to the
youth council in a folder that had fallen open when she dropped it
and the papers scattered everywhere. Doh! As she gathered
them up, she looked up at her mom, who was getting out of the car.

No,
Mom, its alright. I got it. Just go home.

Marge
frowned, looking hurt. Dont you want me to stay and see if you
make it onto the council?

Oh,
Mom, Lisa sighed, Of course I do. And Id really like to have
your support, but we wont find out until the end of the assembly,
which is at eight oclock. And you have to be home to make sure
that Bart gets on the bussurely, well, you dont actually
believe you can trust him to get on it himself, do you?

Marge
clasped a hand to her chest defensively. What, do you think Im
new here? she cried, offended. She got back in the car.

Then,
gifting her daughter with one of her most loving looks, she said
affectionately, Good luck, sweetie, before driving off.

Lisa
finished picking up her papers and ran up the sidewalk, up the steps
to the school, down the quiet, deserted halls and into the
auditorium.

She
was just about to sprint onto the stage when she was a hand clamped
down on her shoulder and held her back. Nun uh! It was
Principal Skinner. Its good that you could make it, Lisa, but
youve got wait youre turn, little missy.

But
I was scheduled to go first! Lisa protested, breaking free of his
grip.

Yes
you were, Skinner agreed. But you werent here, so we let
Janey go ahead, he gestured toward the stage, where Janey was
giving her speech, Superintendent Chalmers standing off to the side.

Distressed,
Lisa asked, Does this mean I dont get to give my speech?!

Well
Principal Skinner thought about it, scratching his chin. If
theres time left after everybody else is done

Looking
around the auditorium, Lisa observed that there were only about five
students sitting in the front rows, waiting for their chance to
improve the youth council. Mayor Quimby himself wasnt there, as he
couldnt be bothered with kiddy stuff like this- not when it wasnt
an election year and a photo op at Springfield Elementary wouldnt
mean so much But his secretary was there, which was sort of a big
deal, Lisa supposed, eyeing her cynically. She was a gorgeous, busty
blond in a short, tight dress that was causing Willie, mopping the
floor near one of the fire exists, to literally drool. However, he
quickly mopped up the drool, too.

Turning
back to Skinner, Lisa nodded. That sounds fair. She took a seat
and listened to her peers speeches.

Two
were just plain terrible and nonsensical, two were mediocre at best,
and one (Martins) was fairly decent. Borderline impressive,
actually. Lisa was willing to bet hed be one of the junior members
selected today. But she, obviously, would be the other, and no matter
how good Martins speech had been, hers was gonna blow his outta
the water!

In
it, shed been sure to mention her many accomplishments, such as
being Miss Perfect Attendance, yearbook editor, school spelling
champ, state spelling runner-up, and the ideas she had for improving
the town.

When
the other students had finished, Principal Skinner ushered her up
onto the stage. Lisa took a deep breath, set her folder on the
podium, and smiled out at her meager audience.

It
was then that she realized she should have spent her time waiting
getting her papers in order; they were all mixed up. Lisa grimaced,
but remained calm, rifling through the pile. Graded assignments that
had been handed back to her, a printed copy of the lunch menu, her
math notes darn it, where was her speech?! She went through all
the papers. Twice. Her heart almost stopped.

It
wasnt there! Well, the last page was. Which contained a few
sentences and then two words: thank you. She heard
Superintendent Chalmers cough. Glancing in his direction, she saw him
shoot Skinner a Look, one that clearly said, This girl better
start soon, or else get her off the stage.

Lisa
blushed and ran off the stage to Principal Skinner. Plplease!
she said panting, utterly humiliated, I dropped my papers outside
before I came in here and II must not have picked all of them up!
Please, let me go outside and look for them! Please wait for me!

Skinner
glanced at his watch. Lisa

Not
waiting for him to say more, Lisa muttered a speedy Thank you!
and was out the door in a flash.

She
had forgotten how windy it was outside. The papers were not on the
sidewalk or by the curb or anywhere near there. They were nowhere
near anywhere! Tears welled up in her eyes as she circled the school
in a futile attempt to find them.

Returning
to the auditorium, she found Skinner up on stage, attempting to stall
the audience with a song:

How
am I supposed to live without you?

After
Ive been loving you so long

From
the audience, Mrs. Krabappel interjected with, You dont know
the first thing about love! Ha!

Shamefaced,
Skinner noticed that Lisa had come in. She shook her head sadly at
him.

Martin and Allison were named junior members of the
mayors youth council.