Family Guy Porn Story: Battle at Quahog – Chapter 7

A/N: Hey everyone! My friend has been helping me out with my stories (typing wise) so I would just like to thank her :). So here’s chapter 7.

Stewie’s POV

So today was my first day. I was apathetic about this whole thing. Lois said that I needed to “learn responsibility” so I came to my grandparents’ country club. Oh and the best thing is I’m a lowly towel boy. Great isn’t it? Well you’re wrong if you believe that. So today is my first day. As I walked in the front doors of the club I looked around. IT was huge…well of course rich show offs came here. Anyway I walked up to the counter to check in.

“So you’re the new towel boy, eh?” he asked. For a clerk of a hotel you’d expect someone who was …well… well dressed. This guy looked like he got dressed in the dark while blindfolded.

“Yea,” I answered him back trying not to stare at his yellowish colored teeth.

“Well here’s your key to your locker,” he said, “the locker room is the very last area to your right.” He pointed me down a long yet narrow hallway. The squeeze through the door was a tight one yet somehow I managed to get through. I always did have an enlongated head. I remember how it happened to. Brian was suppose to watch me while Lois and Peter were out on one of their ‘date nights’.

FLASHBACK

I was a toddler and wanted to have some fun. Meg wasn’t payin attention to me so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I got on my mom and dad’s bed and started jumping up and down and as I bounced harder I flew up higher. I was having so much fun and then I bounced too hard and hit my head on the ceiling.

END FLASHBACK

“Mr. Griffin, I was told to give you these.”

The clerk tossed a stack of towels in my arms. Did I mention that I hated being a towel boy.

I had to make sure everyone who got out of the pool had a dry towel. I had to make sure everyone had a ‘frickin’ towel. I didn’t even see the point of this job even exisiting. I mean, isn’t everyone capable of getting their own towel instead of hiring someone to do it for you.

“Hey towel nerd, I need a dry towel.”

I walked over to the kid and handed him his towel. He grabbed it and then threw it back in my face. It took all of my energy to not just haul off and punch this sorry excuse for a human being in the face. He could tel this too, which made me even angrier.

“Towel nerd, I want my towel soft, not this scratchy crap you call a ‘towel’.”

Ok, I had it with this idiot. I launched at him and tackled him to the ground. I started punching at him and smacking him. I felt like that kid Ralphie in that christmas movie they show all day on Christmas Eve on TBS. I wasn’t muttering curse words thank god, but I was still going to town on him. It took his friends and a couple of lifeguards to get me off of him. I was still trying to get at him even after they took him to the first aid center.

“Mr. Stewert Griffin, please report to Mr. Pewterschmidt’s office A.S.A.P.!”

I shrugged off the muscle and stormed off towards my grandfather’s office. This was either going to be really bad, or extremely bad. I opened the door saw my grandfather facing the window. I made my presence known and he turned around he looked mad. No, make that pissed. He was just about to say something when I heard an all too familiar laugh.

I turned and I saw non other than Bertrum. He had the red swim trunks, white tank top with a red cross in the middle and above the cross said ‘Life’ and under it, it said ‘Guard’. Then it hit me. Bertrum was a lifeguard here at the country club.

“Hello Stewert, looks like we both need a summer job.”

A/N: so again thank you to my friend for typing up my last 2 chapters for me. You should check out her stories. Look for her pen name under my favorite authors