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The Inexplicable Reality - Sideshow Bob Pt.1	By : Wendell Urth Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 4157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The Simpsons and all associated characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story.

Chapter 6: Moe’s
Madge(?) was coming to work at Moe’s!
Moe had spent more money to welcome his new employee than he had spent on anything else in years. He considered it a good deal, she was going to work for tips, no salary! And she had to split the tips with him. He’d originally demanded a 50/50 split, but she’d talked him down to 35%. That was OK, since he’d collect and hold the money for her, the actual split would be closer to 90/10, but that was just good business. “Broads don’t know what to do with money anyway.”
He shook his head for a moment. “Clean towels?!? Who ever imagined such a thing? Dames sure have funny ideas…”
The construction work on the small room in the back, “Marge’s Office” had been finished that morning. It was an unusual project the contractor thought, but kept his mouth shut. Moe had complained about having to pay cash, but no one with half a brain in Springfield would take a check from Moe.
Moe smiled and finished gift-wrapping Madge’s ‘Welcome To Moe’s’ gift. Technically it was yellowed Christmas wrapping paper that had been in the storeroom for the last few decades. He was sure the yellow stain wasn’t piss… reasonably sure. Barney sometimes passed out down there.
“Hi Moe… err… Mr. Szyslak!” Marge smiled, arriving a little early to start her new job. “Boss!” She laughed.
“Hiya there, Midge… ahhh Madge, welcome to Moe’s” In all the years she had known him, he’d rarely bothered to get her name right.
He thrust out the poorly wrapped box to her. “For me? Awww, you didn’t have to do that.”
Marge opened the present excitedly. She was somewhat disappointed to discover it was a case of Krusty Brand condoms. Twenty years past expiration date. “What’s this?” she asked. “I told you, I’m not fucking anybody.”
“Only the best for my star money maker… And speaking of “money maker” let’s see da’ goods, Madge.”
She smiled at her boss who began to grope her. This might have been an issue to take to HR, except that Moe was the official HR Rep at Moe’s, also her Shop Steward and Union Rep.
Pushing him away gently (but firmly). “Why don’t you show me where I’ll be working.”
“Sure thing there, uh… Sweet Cheeks.” He’d forgotten her name again.
“Welcome to your boudoir… I mean office.”
A small store room off the toilet had been partitioned and painted. Off one wall a platform had been built with a wooden chair. Just below eye level of someone sitting in the chair was a round hole cut into the wall. A small panel with a one-way mirror was inserted over the hole.
“Err, Moe… I mean Mr. Szyslak, the mirrors facing the wrong way. I’m supposed to be able to see them, but they’re not supposed to see me.”
“Now Madge, that just don’t make no sense. Guys need to know what they’re getting, not no catfish. This aint a gay bar, ya’ know. Besides, think of the mystery! That could be anybody there… like it’s your Prince Charmin’!” Marge rolled her eyes, but maybe Moe was right.
Then he said, “Let’s try this out. Get comfy!”
Marge shook her head, she expected to have to give the boss an occasional freebee. She climbed the platform, sat in the chair which was a little rickety and crossed her legs. He shook his head. She shrugged. Under her trench coat she wore a tiny red thong which barely contained her thatch of blue pubic hair… and nothing else. Her soft meaty breasts hung low on her chest with two reddish brown nipples pointing outwards. Nipples like the tips of her pinkies.
Moe stumbled back, snorted from the vial of coke he wore around his neck then popped a nitro tablet under his tongue (he did have a heart condition). “Sweet Mother Marie!” he moaned. He ran out of the room. A second later the florescent lights on the bathroom came on.
A slimy gray dick popped through the hole, inches from her face. Although the one-way mirror blocked her sight, she could tell it was fogging up on the other side. His face must be pressed against it. She winked at her first customer of the night and went to town on Moe.
He came fast, he came hard. He’d been saving up for this moment all his life! Moe was in love with the mouth at the hole in his toilet wall. And, he’d make a fortune!
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The Inexplicable Reality - Sideshow Bob Pt.1