A Friendly Helper

Emily remembered what the next job was, then with a sigh she lifted her tired body up off the grass and mentally prepared to keep working.

‘Hey New Girl!’ A voice close behind made her jump. Turning quickly Emily saw it was Christine from the Ferris Wheel. This girl had protected Emily’s modesty from the crowds, but it was still very embarrassing coming face to face with her so soon.

‘Oh, hi,’ she began. ‘Look, I’m sorry about running away, I wanted to say thank you…’

‘No, thank you!’ Christine laughed. ‘That was the most fun I’ve had here in years!’

‘It wasn’t fun!’ Emily insisted. ‘I could have died!’

‘Don’t over-react,’ said Christine, ‘it wasn’t that bad. It was only about fifty people got a good look at your minge!’

Emily wanted the ground to swallow her up. ‘Well thanks, I guess. I have to go and work, I’ll see you later.’

‘Wait, you are going to carry on working? Like that?’

‘I told Mr Jackson I would.’

‘Fuck Mr Jackson. Why don’t you come with me instead? I think it would be a lot of fun to hang out with you.’

Christine really did seem nice, thought Emily. It might be fun… but she had a job to do.

‘I’ll tell you what,’ Christine could tell that this girl was going to be a pushover, ‘Let me go and talk to Mr Jackson. I’ll tell him you had a little accident and I have to take you home. He’ll be fine with it, then I’ll take you to my place and get you some clothes.’

This did sound like a sensible plan to Emily. Even if she made it home she wasn’t sure she would be able to get in. It would be bad to lie to Mr Jackson though. But then she had suffered at least one little accident, and he didn't need to know the details. If there was one thing she knew about Mr Jackson it was that he would definitely not want to have to think about her on the Ferris Wheel with her legs spread out and her lady bits on display.

‘Okay,’ she agreed. ‘But only if he’s not cross.’

Christine walked away in the direction of Mr Jackson’s office, telling Emily to wait here. When just out of sight she stood at the corner of the hot dog stand and lit a cigarette. Obviously she had no intention of going to talk to that old creep. She watched Emily while she smoked. Standing under the tree the girl glanced around to check nobody was watching, then looked down and lifted up the front of her t-shirt. She briefly showed her fanny then quickly pulled the shirt down to her thighs again, looking shocked. It certainly would be a lot of fun hanging out with this girl, Christine thought. Shit, what was her name again?