Evil Benni Ch. 02

Just before leaving work that evening, Benni dropped in on Barron and said that if Barron were ever in need of a partner for a social function should Marlene not be available, Mrs Bette Lucas might be a very suitable fill-in date.

"She's a remarkably attractive woman."

Barron licked his lips and said he'd keep that in mind.

They walked out together and waiting in the foyer were Marlene and Bess all dressed up. Obviously the family was going out to dinner.

"Oh Benni, you know Marlene of course. This other little darling is my daughter Bess – say hullo to Benni James, Bess."

"Good evening, Mr James."

"Good evening, Miss Pfeiffer."

"Oh look, you two young things don't need to be so formal," said Barron. "Benni, would you please join us for dinner tonight?"

Benni smiled at Marlene whose body language was screaming at him, 'No, no!".

"What a wonderful idea, thank you Barron.

"May I call you, Bess?"

"Of course, Benni. Please take my arm. Isn't he really cute, mom?"

"That had occurred to me," sniffed Marlene. I'm now in the mood to drink myself legless."

"Good, I'll join you darling. Bess will drive."

NINE

By now Benni was creaming in the money and periodically had Sunday dinner with his family, the first time he was invited not long after gifting the laundry appliance to his mother. This Sunday invitation was to a special dinner to farewell for the twins, May-Bell and Frank, who were off to college the following week.

After muching a good share of the roast, Benni made a phone call and soon after that a big truck came rumbling along the street, and with a hiss of air brakes stopped outside the Mason's home.

"I wonder what that monster truck is doing in our street?" Benni asked. "Perhaps we should go and take a look?"

He'd borrowed the auto transporter and paid a driver to cart over the trade-in vehicles he'd been buying at cost plus 5% from Barron.

The family was overwhelmed by what came off the transporter with their names sprayed on the sides in removable marking ink.

His dad's beaten up Ford pickup, retained because he and Gladys (who didn't drive) were sacrificing everything to get the kids a college education, was taken away, replaced with an 18-month old Avalanche 4-door pickup. Benni had bought for it for a steal at just under $14,000.

The twins each were presented with two-year old Impalas while Frank received his first vehicle – a Silverado low-mileage three-year old pickup.

As Jerry and Archie were still at school, they received second-hand off-road motor-cycles.

Just as he was leaving, so-called evil Benni gave his mom an envelope and he took off, not wanting to be deluged by the waterworks. Waving him goodbye Gladys ripped open the envelope and found a check for $20,000 with a note "Put this towards the kids' education and get a life! Evil Benni."

Benni had decided it would be improper to keep on banging mother and daughter, so had to make the choice. He met Marlene for lunch and gave her his decision.

"I think it's improper to be satisfying the needs of a sweet young thing while banging her mother as if there was not tomorrow," he said.

"That's very considerate of you Benni," sniffed Marlene. "Please comfort me by holding my hand."

It was so easy, and Benni had expected it to be so if he avoided telling the truth. In being presented with the truth Marlene would have tried beheading him had he said she'd become lazy in bed, scarcely moving her butt anymore, and she was regularly complaining of shoulder ache, back ache and vulva overuse syndrome. In short, she was no longer fun whereas, her daughter – she was a young filly, desiring to fill his every need and getting herself filled to the max in accomplishing that. It was s-w-e-e-t!

They kissed as they left the restaurant – it being significant that he kissed Marlene on both cheeks and she made no effort to seal his lips with hers.

"Goodbye dear one," she sobbed. "I was such a lovely affair; I shall remember you always."

"I'll see you back at the office, Marlene," said Benni, with an eyebrow raised in puzzlement by her farewell speech.

Driving back to the dealership, he recalled that first dinner with the three Pfeiffers. While eating his soup daughter Bess was rubbing her shoe up the side of her leg while her mother had her shoe off and was playing with his balls with her stocking foott, squashing his slack dick in the process.

When husband and wife were chatting, Benni had said: "May I take you out somewhere tonight, Bess?"

"Yes, that would be nice. Can we go parking?"

Marlene's foot instantly withdrew from Benni's crotch.

"Parking? We used to go to the movies for our slap and tickle," mused Barron.

"Dad, I think slapping a man's hand back went out with the ark."

"Really you two, could we please have some intelligent conversation," huffed Marlene.

"Benni, what charities do you support?" asked Barron, attempting to pacify his wife.

"Only one – my family."

"Oh."

Bess drove her near-inebriated parents home and then went out to Benni. Before even shutting the door of his pickup, she commanded: "Get your zip down, boyo!" As he started the vehicle hot wet lips closed around his stiff rod and he sighed, "This is the life. What can I do for you later?"

"I want you to tongue my entire body."

She choked as an unexpected stream of cum shot into her mouth.

At 9:30 next morning Benni received an urgent call to Barron's office; idly he wondered if Marlene was in hospital getting her stomach pumped out.

"What is it?" he asked, looking at Barron's ashen face.

"This," said Barron, holding up a bright blue thong. "Smell it."

Benni dipped his nose into the crotch and it smelled excessively of pussy juices with only a faint odor of urine.

"Gosh, someone has sent you a powerful message."

"The parcel was address to me and marked private and confidential and the card inside simply says B.L."

"Bette Lucas."

"Perhaps, but I don't know for sure."

"It doesn't matter, I gave your her address. Just send the response marked B. F. and she'll know it's from you and will contact you about an assignation."

"A what?"

"Arrange somewhere for you two to fuck."

"Oh, but what is the appropriate response?"

"Shoot a load into a condom, tie the condom into a knot and mail it to her."

"But that's disgusting."

"The whole aspect of recreational as distinct from procreation sex is disgusting, but don't we just love it."

Barron roared with laughter, Benni adding his snigger.

"How do you know things like this, Benni?"

"I'm just evil; ask my parents. Anything else?"

Barron said there were two things.

First, Marlene was keen for Barron to be fired.

"She gave no reason; for some reason she'd lost her keenness for you. I suggested she visit a psychologist."

Both men laughed.

"The second thing is I've been invited to stand for nomination to the executive of the business and professional association, but am not interested, so I'm nominating you and Kevin Saunders is seconding the nomination."

"But I'm not even a member."

"Yes you are; I sent the check off with your application form last night."

"But I didn't sign it."

"True I did, don't you think you have evil all to yourself. Heh-heh-heh."

"You better get down to the gym, Barron – I'm picking that Mrs Lucas will prove to be one hell of a handful in bed."

"You think that also? Well, I better be off."

"Good, get a personal trainer and tell him or her why you need to build your fitness. They'll understand and run out a special program for you."

On Saturday evening Bess wanted to go ice-skating and Benni went along reluctantly, saying he'd be useless. He was. Picking himself up for the tenth time he was suddenly sandwiched between two people and he was skating as if on air.

"Hi, Benni," greeted Trish. "Hi," he said delightedly, and looking to his right greeted the smiling Bert Wheeler just as enthusiastically.

"Hey, this is great," said Benni. "You two are still together."

"My divorce should be through soon and we're going to be married before a small gathering of friends. Trish has suggested I get you to be best man and I'd like that – will you?"

"It would be my pleasure."

"Hullo Mr Wheeler."

"Why hullo, Bess. It's a long time since we last spoke. Bess was one of my star pupils when she was a young teenager, but threw it away over some boy."

"Um, Mr Wheeler..."

"Bert, please."

"Bert, I'm here with Benni – he and I are a number."

"Migawd, what a small world!"

Benni introduced Bess to Trish, explaining that Trish was responsible for getting it together for him after he'd been thrown out of his family home.

"Oh, you're that lady? Benni told me you were a lovely woman and I can see that was no exaggeration. He said you have two lovely children – are they here?"

"Yes, they're both on their first skating dates, so they are rather shy."

"Are you still good enough for a demo, Bess?"

"I hope so, Bert. I'll give it a go."

Bert glided effortlessly over to the control box. The woman in the box blew the siren and asked for the floor to be cleared.

"We're honored to have this evening a demonstration dance by a former regional junior lady freestyle champion Bess Pfeiffer and a multi award winner and former ice dance national champion Albert Wheeler. Please bear with them as neither has danced competitively for years. They have elected to do a simplified version of the Skaters' Waltz."

"I don't realize you were once a champion skater," said Trish.

"Nor I, and had not realized you were up there with the best, Bess," said Benni.

Bess shrugged and Albert said he couldn't have become a regional coach without some form behind him. The musice started and they entered the waltz, moving beautifully to the cheers and clapping of their appreciative audience.

After that was finished Sally and Bryan came gliding over, greeted Benni most affectionately. Holding him steady they took him on a half dozen circuits of the rink without mishap.

"You two must come round for dinner one night, give me your card please, Benni."

Benni handed it to Trish and kissed her goodnight.

"Let me know when you want me," Benni said, shaking Bert's hand. "You two look wonderful together."

"Learn to skate and we may be able to say the same about you and Bess," giggled Trish.

TO BE CONTINUED...