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Evil Benni Ch. 01

By: Egmont Grigor



This is story of an erratic journey from college disaster to eventual 'coming of age' of a very unusual and troubled young man. Benni is not really liked by his mom, whereas a very limited number of other women are prepared to shoulder his undesirable attributes to get a piece of him. Be warned, he's not a graduate from Sunday school nor the model family, and he doesn't think and act like you may well do and/or expect him to. But the contention is that while Benni may frustrate and disappoint you, it's Benni's story – and I can't change that. Author.

ONE

Benni – that's how his mom and dad named him – is an evil cuss, according to his mom. His dad Ross James isn't so sure, arguing, "Gladys, there must be a minute blob of goodness within that boy; no-one is completely bad."

"That boy is," sniffed Gladys, though unable to really believe that totally. After all, Benni had saved the family – Ross, herself, himself, May-Bell, Frank, Ivan, Jerry and Archie. 

Everyone in the family and most of the neighborhood were amazed that one young man could achieve so much; however, he still wasn't proclaimed a hero.

It began when Benni, the oldest son, arrived home finished with college – actually he was expelled for a night of mayhem in a women's dorm. Because the sensationalism of so many females lining up to have sexual intercourse with this masked intruder would have made headlines around the country – nay, around the world – he escaped being hauled before a Judge and jailed.

Back home, Benni found the family was being terrorized by the Mason families – the families of two brothers whose older boys had been competing for sisters who also had attracted Frank (19) and Ivan (18) James. 

Fighting broke out and that brought in the parents. Then arguments and insults were traded between the parents and fueled an all out feud, with serious threats being made that finally resulted in Ross and Gladys refusing to allow their sons to go out at night.

The police were called and both families were orders to 'cool it'. But still it simmered. 

"I'll fix it," Benni promised on his home-coming when Frank and Ivan vented their frustration, and fix it he did. 

On his first Friday night home, Benni persuaded a former girlfriend now barmaid at Hank's Tavern, Jacqui Roberts, to separately lure the two Mason men out behind the tavern. On both occasions, with Jacqui faking a scream to indicate non-involvement, Benni clubbed each man. They were bound and trucked to a disused quarry.

When the Mason fathers regained consciousness, they found themselves bound to stakes. 

That was rather puzzling and uncomfortable for them. So they struggled but failed to slip free; they hollered but no-one came to rescue them. 

An hour later someone they could not see in the darkness threw a bucket of water over them then, leaving them to half freeze.

Then an hour after that vehicle headlights switched on and Jed Mason watched a guy dressed in black approach, carriying a rifle. Jed yelled to his brother Arnold to wake up. Arnie was the real mean brother.

"Good evening guys, are you cold?"

Teeth chattering the brothers agreed they were.

"Well then, I'll light a fire. By the way, I'm Benni James."

The brothers watched horrified, yelling their concern as Benni tipped two bags of fire-starters around them and then poured kerosene all over them from the neck down.

"I avoided pouring any incendiary over your dicks so they'll be the last to go; I thought you'll like that respectful touch."

By now Arnold was cursing Benni while Jed was telling him to shut up and plead for his life.

Benni flicked his dad's cigarette lighter.

"Good, it's working."

The brothers had fallen silent, both wide-eyed and shaking.

After a couple of very long minutes Benni stopped tossing up and catching the lighter, this extended and seemingly pointless action watched almost unblinkingly by two pairs of dulling eyes as the events in their lives careered through the brains of the two facing apparent death.

Benni stared at them, then smiled.

"I don't want you to plead for your lives. I just want you to promise to leave my family alone. No more feuding – just being really nice neighbors."

"Yes, I promise," shrilled Jed.

"Arnie?"

"Yeah."

Benni picked up the rifle, pulled out a knife and cut them free. 

"Just step away from the fireplaces guys."

They went ten feet away and faced Benni, who pointed the rifle into the air and fired it.

"You can see it's loaded. Now, next time – if there is to be a next time – I'll kill you and perhaps pick off members of your families – those rotten sons of yours, for sure. I'll kill you if you report this offence even if it's after I serve eight to ten for doing this. The only way you'll be able to stop me is to kill me.

"Catch Arnie!"

Benni threw the rifle at Arnie, and then stood his ground.

"You stupid bastard, prepared to die," sneered Arnold. Even he had urinated in his pants, which was easy to see. 

But as mean as he was he'd never killed a man. He aimed between Benni's eyes and his hands began to tremble; he aimed at Benni's right kneecap but then thought of the consequences of Benni coming out of hospital and then coming after him.

"Fuck, come on Jed," snarled Arnold, throwing the rifle to the ground. "And don't fucking light a cigarette until we get out of these clothes."

"Oh Arnie," said Benni. "Catch – your truck is parked under those trees up there. I walked out last night and found it at the tavern where you left it, thinking I'd need something to put the bodies in."

Arnold caught the keys and they both ran off.

By the weekend both families had left town, leaving their properties up for sale.

Gladys had hugged Benni and thanked Benni after he'd he explained what he'd done.

His father had said it was a brilliantly conceived plan but with one flaw – throwing a loaded rifle to Arnie.

"You mug, he could have killed you."

"Well, for one thing, if he had I wouldn't have known he had unless he was a rotten shot. 

"When he checked and saw the rifle really was loaded he was overwhelmed as basically he's a coward, and the fight ran out of him. Unable to shoot he knew I'd broken his spirit – but even worse, he knew I knew that. Already he was thinking of moving out of the district."

"Christmas," said his mom. "Exactly what did they teach you at that college?"

The family celebrated with a special dinner when it was confirmed both Mason families had departed.

TWO

A couple of days later the near penniless Benni had bought the two Mason's properties, getting loans and guarantees from both lots of his grandparents, each of whom unbeknown to the other, accepted that Benni needed a home of his own to settle down where he could concentrate on giving them great-grandchildren.

"You told my parents that cock and bull story," shrieked his mom. 

"You fucking swindled my parents out of fifty thousand bucks!" roared his father.

"Look, look," soothed Benni, showing no fear although smaller than both his parents. "They're loans and they know I'm good to pay them back because I'm their grandson."

"Oh," that's different, smiled Gladys frostily. "You are mom and dad's favorite grandson and you of course know both believe with missionary zeal they can save you from yourself."

Benni's dad was suspicious, sensing something was not quite right. " When are you due to pay back the loans?"

"I'm a good negotiator, dad. Both loans are interest-free and are due to be paid back in twenty years."

"But in all probability all grandparents won't be around in twenty years."

"Good one, dad. You know that, mom knows that and I know that, but as sure as the sun rises in the morning they don't know that. All four of them believe they won't die until they're ready to die."

"You're evil thinking like that and taking advantage of them like that," replied Ross, shaking his head. "You'll have to give the money back."

"They've got heaps of money just sitting there. And mom, what is evil...like me, you don't believe Satan exists?"

"I'm worried about you son," said Gladys, turning into Ross's arms.

There was a shortage of rental accommodation in the city, so Benni let both vacated houses for sharp rents and the grateful tenants agreed to paint their homes and put in new lawns and gardens and undertake all repairs and interior refurbishments with no contribution from the landlord.

The real estate agent who'd made the introductions for a fee was amazed, not only at the rent levels but at the conditions to which the tenants had agreed.

She asked Benni how could such a young person act so outrageously and get away with it.

"Look, buy me lunch and drop fifteen percent off your commission and I'll five you some tips," smiled Benni.

"Lunch and ten percent."

"Wrong, that makes you look cheap – you should have said let's split lunch and toss a coin over the request for a reduction in commission. That would have left me knowing I'm not having to pay for your lunch and thinking I'll probably win the toss."

"Wow, good thinking. Okay, you're on."

Over lunch Trish Johnstone was amazed how much Benni knew about marketing and negotiation, being able to answer all her questions convincingly.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-three. How old are you?"

"Thirty-eight."

"Are you married?"

"Separated," said the reasonably attractive blonde with a small chest but great legs, wondering what lay ahead in this particularly conversation. She got it that instant.

"Can I come and live with you, I need somewhere to stay?"

"But I only met you yesterday when you came into our office."

"I know, but I'm in a hurry, and have to make things move."

Benni timed his follow-up perfectly.

"You like me, admire my brains and have been sneaking looks at my body."

Trish turned pink and opened her mouth to deny it, but was not a habitual liar, even though she worked in real estate.

"You have a nice body, I agree," she said, clenching and unclenching her hands as she was under increasing tension; this situation was getting out of her control.

"Let's negotiate," said Benni, then sipped his wine. 

That put Trish back into territory she understood.

"You pay me two hundred a week, make your own bed, do all the dishes, help the children with their homework, do odd jobs for me and you eat out at nights. Oh, I'll give you your own key and you need to supply me with written references."

"That sounds fine, you drive a hard deal."

"You're accepting that without attempting to negotiate?"

"Yeah, I knew if I tried to beat you back you'd think less of me; I wouldn't want that."

"Yes, you're quite right, and that's consistent with what you were teaching me earlier. You're going to be a well-paying boarder and my little slave, aren't you?"

"Yeah, Trish, my problem here was I had no position from which to negotiate as you weren't seeking a boarder. So I'll just have to pay $200 bucks a week, eat mostly crap meals out seven nights a week and be your little slave."

"Crap meals, you say? Hmmmm. Perhaps you could have dinner with us on Saturday and Sunday nights?"

"Oh no, spare me, Trish. I don't want to intrude on prime family life. You say you have two children – how old are they?"

"Bryan's fourteen and Sally's twelve."

"Oh."

"Oh what?"

"The lad's at an age where he's really missing a father figure and Sally's entering the age when nothing's right, she hates everything including her mother and her brother and all she wants to do is to go out and stay out late and not being asked where she is going, with whom and then next morning not being asked about her night."

"Are you sure you're not thirty or forty, though I know you don't look it?"

Benni laughed and said his sister had been a real problem at thirteen, so knew the score. "Well, this is all very interesting I better go and earn some money. So we have a deal – two hundred bucks and modest slavery."

"Yes, but...um."

"Um what?"

"It doesn't matter, you wouldn't wear it." Trish dropped her handbag on the table and sat back, looking a little intrigued, knowing negotiations had just resumed.

"Try me."

"No rent, no slavery, no eating out and in return I sleep with you and fuck you however, whenever and wherever you say so."

Benni had not lowered his voice and Trish, blushing furiously, looking around but no-one seemed interested. Perhaps this was the usual sort of thing people talked about in restaurants.

"I couldn't possibly accept that proposition; it's outrageous."

"Do you get it often, Trish?"

Trish stared right back at him: "What do you think, with two children?"

Benni said that was surprising as she was attractive and had great legs.

Then he said, looking at her almost affectionately: "Why don't you think about it?"

"Well, I suppose I could. Give me your cell phone number."

"Don't have one."

"Well, silly, give me you home phone number."

"I was tossed out of home this morning for giving sexual instruction – theory of course – to my sister at her request. She just turned eighteen and is not having much success."

"Well, where are you sleeping tonight?"

"Under a bridge I suppose."

"Oh Jesus."

"That sounds sympathetic."

"And you sound very much like a con artist, even if you're only twenty-three. Here's my card and my money for this lunch. Be at my home at 4:30. If the children like you, you may stay the night."

Trish walked away, and Benni called loudly, "Nice legs."

She turned to say something, saw everyone grinning at her, so fled.

THREE

Benni drove up in an old wreck of a car that had been left in a shed on one of the Mason's properties. He'd managed to get it going after installing a replacement carb bought after a haggle at a wrecker's yard.

"Hi," he said to a lanky kid looking bored, cleaning his bike in front of the garage. You must be Bryan."

"Yeah, mom's expecting you. She'd just got home. She's in the shower and wants to change. Are you someone important?"

"I like to think so, but I have trouble making other people see it my way. Stand up straight for a moment. Right, this bike's too small for you."

"I know; mom says she'll get me a new one when her check comes at the end of the month."

"Right, fetch me a wrench and I'll get the handlebars and seat up a bit."

"Mum's already tried that. Things are rusty."

"Well fetch me a wrench plus CRC."

"What's that?"

"Look around the tools for a spray can that has CRC in big writing on it."

Bryan returned with the wrench and can. He was then asked to bring a screwdriver – the type with a flat end, and a pair of pliers.

By then the CRC had worked into the gaps to lubricate the shafts a little and was soaking into the threads. Benni raised the seat and the handlebars, re-tightened the nuts and then flipped the bike to rest on the handlebars and seat.

"Does the chain come off much?"

"At least once ever couple of days."

"It's stretched, I'll take out a link and then you'll be amazed that you'll power away faster, particularly with the seat higher giving you better leg drive."

Bryan went out on to the street and came back, flushed and smiling. "It's a different bike; thanks."

"Good. I say Bryan, go in and tell your sister how cool I am. I'll find your mom as you said she was expecting me."

Benni went to the end of the passage and saw Trish, dressed in black underwear, sitting on an old low nursing chair beside the bed, pulling on a black hi-thigh stocking.

"Knock, knock," he called, adding "Great legs."

She smiled and made no effort to cover up.

"You're not supposed to see me like this."

"I know, but my mom calls me evil."

"Is your mother a good judge of character?"

"Like all women, she's capable of making mistakes."

Trish grinned and said answered like a con man.

"I heard you out there talking to Bryan. Did you bribe him?"

"That would be evil."

"Quite. Please wait in the living room while I finish dressing."

As it turned out, there wasn't any need to skirt around the delicate bits.

Trish entered with the two children and explained that she was hoping Mr James would be able to stay with them.

"Are you going to sleep with mom?"

"Yes, Sally," he smiled reassuringly.

"I thought you would have lied about that," said Sally and then didn't seem to know what to say next.

"How long have you known Mr James mom? asked Bryan.

Trish looked at her watch and said for quite some time.

"He'd cool, mom. I'm going out to ride my bike."

"Will you be able to help with my school homework?".

"I recokon so, Sally, I've just left college."

"College! I'm going to go to college. You must be very smart."

"I thought so, until I got there. I didn't know I was only average until my first week at college."

"That's why I need help with homework. Will you be staying tonight?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm going over to Lizzy's place mom."

Looking a little astounded, Trish asked: "Don't you want to ask any more questions dear?"

"No, he's a little young but otherwise looks just right for you mom. He'd taller, wider and more handsome than dad."

"Behave over at Lizzy's dear," said Trish, looking a little flustered. "I need a drink."

The slight precociousness of the children was gone by dinnertime. It began a little stiff, the children watching Benni quietly.

"Er, which of these knives and forks do I use, Sally?"

She jumped up and held the right ones out for him.

"Thanks."

"Are you sure you went to college?" she asked, making her mother scream with laughter.

The ice was broken.

 FOUR

Trish locked the bedroom door and backed against it, hands behind her, which pushed her small breasts forward bravely.

"You would have seen that I have small breasts."

"I did and hoped they were matched by a small cunt."

"Gawd, your mother is right, you are evil."

"And you've had a lot of wine."

"I needed Dutch courage; a man has never come into my life like this before."

"And I'll go out of it in similar fashion."

"I know. I expected you to take the wine bottle away from me so that I didn't drink too much to spoil your enjoyment."

"I may be evil but I'm not that mean and self-centered. I'll help you make decisions but I won't make them for you."

"That makes you sound like a nice man," said Trish, kicking off her shoes.

"How do you want it?" he invited.

"Standing up – I've never done it standing up before."

"Good, you've got to do it to be able to judge, but there are better ways."

"Please don't get me screaming and raving like a crazed bitch, at least not when the children are in the house. I'll get them over to their grandmother's some Saturday nights."

"Sounds very sensible to me. I can always wank off if you don't satisfy me."

"My goodness, you're not shy about talking to a woman like this; how many times can you get off in the one night?"

"Not telling; that's for you to find out. Got a calculator?"

"I think I'm going to really like you," she grinned, and let her hand drift down to her crotch.

"But don't get to like me too much, Trish. I will be drifting on."

"I know.

Benni walked up to her and touched her covered chest.

"Now what do we have here: small tits with small, medium or big nipples?"

"That's for you to find out," said Trish, her hazel eyes darkening and brown hair she'd only let down seconds before was coming almost over her right eye.

"Sexy," whispered Benni, leaning down and kissing the offered lips. 

A great sigh went through Trish when that happened – their first kiss. It was just a sigh of loneliness temporarily departing, not an orgasm.

"Lovely lips," he said, performing with the authority of a man with twenty of thirty years' more experience as a seducer of women. 


Evil Benni Ch. 01



Eying Trish intently, he slowly began unbuttoning the tiny buttons on the front of her dress – too slowly for her. Trish feverishly helped until enough buttons were undone for her to wriggle the dress over her hips; she then kicked it away and moaned.

Benni pretended to be fumble fingers with the bra hooks. She brushed his fingers aside and with practiced ease had that garment off and flying across the room in seconds.

"These cute little titties need a good licking," he muttered, and Trish moaned as his wet tongue slid over her chest and stopped.

"What's this?" he cried, lifting his head. "I've hit an obstruction – ohmigawd, look at the size of it – a fucking huge nipple."

Trish closed her eyes and enjoyed an orgasm that rocked her body.

"Ho, ho, ho! Why didn't you tell me – you're all wet, ready and waiting down here," he said, slipping fingers in through the brown curly hair; two fingers entered a very sloppy vagina.

The nonsense was then over, with Benni becoming very intent, unzipping and freeing an eager, thick penis that already was wet around the head.

"Hold the door handle," he commanded. "Now balance as I'm going to left this leg up into the crook of my arm.

"Good, that's it and here we go."

Trish wasn't an unfucked woman since the separation – she'd infrequently found a male or female client prepared to help her to release, and if those occasions were too far apart there always was someone at the office bored and willing to drive off somewhere quiet with her. But this was the first time she'd not felt the pressure of having a 'quickie' and it was the first time she'd had a man in her own house since Douglas had gone off.

As her leg lifted Trish could feel herself opening up to him. Her head slammed against the door and she began to heat up and pant. Fuck, he's not even entered me yet, she thought. How can he be so accomplished at his age? Oh yeah, he would have been running with evil women; I hope I don't get an STD out of this...ah, I have a condom in my purse. I'll..." 

"Aaaaaaah" she sighed, feeling her outer labia being forced apart by a thick intruder that slowly slipped into her depths, setting off multiple waves of nerve-end sensations as it headed towards her womb, stopping short of it, of course, simply through running out of length.

Oh isn't it lovely having a male interested enough to want to pleasure me, she sighed, being very pleased she'd taken in a boarder.

Benni also had his thoughts.

Well, this little hole ain't been reamed out to full width today at least, he grinned, appling more pressure; it was quite hard going.

It wasn't because of lack of lubrication, it was because his cock was thick and she was on the small side. She's naturally small, he grunted, pushing deeper as it must still be in use. A good looking babe like this going into bedrooms alone with randy old clients waiting for the tiniest indication she's a 'goer' would get lucky if she thought her pussy was neglected and ready for exercising.

Benni didn't mind a stand-up fuck, though it was damn hard work; what he liked about it was the way a woman's juices would pour out, coating his balls and her thighs – really erotic, man! The position meant the woman couldn't break away if she had a change of mind – that's evil you bastard, he grinned. Benni was keeping his thoughts on something other than picturing his cock sliding in and out of her vagina; that allowed him to last longer.

Bang! Trish slapped a hand over her mouth and yelled into ejaculation as he bit one of her nipples standing so proud. 

Oh, that was another thing about the stand-up fuck – the eyes, mouth, ears, neck and tits were easily within reach. He couldn't bounce around with this one because he was holding her leg; really fit chicks hold their own leg out and rock back as well. Ooops, she was saying something.

"I asked, are you finished?"

"Nope."

"Oh gawd, I don't think I'm going to last. I'm all hot and sweaty, more than you I think, and I've just messed all over you."

"That's not mess, baby, just think of you and me sucking all of that up together."

"Oh gawd, I think I'm about to cum again."

After she'd had two more, Benni could see she was almost out on her feet. He pulled out with a hugely rude squelchy plop, which had him grinning ear to ear. He carried Trish to the bed and gently placed her, feet hanging down to the floor. Her thighs and even her tummy glistening with her juices and their combined sweat.

She stared at him under hooded eyes, near exhausted but those eyes widened when she realized he was fisted himself. 

As he closed his eyes and threw his head back she opened he mouth, knowing that's what he'd be wanting her to do. She was splattered until she fantasized she was almost awash. Some of the goo landed into her mouth and she she swallowed. She did that not only trying to please him but also because she had a touch of naughtiness herself, but not that she would call that evil. A woman having to diet needs some protein! She smiled at that clever little thought then began to giggle aloud.

To her horror she heard him asking, "Ready to go again, are we?"

"Go and have a shower, Benni and then go to sleep; I'm absolutely fucked."

FIVE

The children were squabbling as usual in the morning then they calmed down. Trish came out to find the three of them including the big kid engaged in a spelling bee. This quite warmed her heart. Then when the children went to leave for the school bus Trish didn't know what to think when they lined up to kiss him, without any prompting.

"Children, I must tell you not to get too comfortable about having Benni around; he may move on soon."

"Relax mom," said Bryan. "He's already explained that to us, haven't you Benni."

Benni? What happened to Mister James?

"Yes, he's going as soon as he finds a new opportunity, mom, and by that he means employment, not another woman."

"He told you that, Sally?" asked Trish aghast.

"I tacked on the last bit just to make it clear. I know enough to know that he won't need another woman with you around."

"I think I can hear the bus."

Bryan looked at the clock –"It won't be here for another two minutes. Are you all right, mom? You seem to be acting a little strange."

"I'm all right dear, just adjusting to change I think." " Well, don't get too comfortable with change. Benni had promised me he won't go off without saying a proper goodbye. Come on Byran."

They kissed her and Trish watched them go. Trust a con artist to have them in his palm so easily. I'm not going to fall in love with him, she said firmly – but only because he's so young.

"Are you happy to have them call you Benni?"

"Yeah, of course. Sally asked if she could and I said yes. I tend to try to adjust my ways to make it more comfortable for children; they seem to prefer it that way."

"That's rather wise of you."

"I'm the oldest of a largish family."

"Yes, I'd forgotten."

"Look, I could scarcely walk when I got out of bed. But I'm beginning to feel great. Would you mind if I came home about 1 o'clock for..." 

Trish stopped, turning bright pink.

"A fuck?" he grinned, attempting to look evil.

"Um, yes – and a bite to eat."

"Certainly ma'am, I'm here to service you."

Oh my, though Trish, I'm going to make him keep his word, using him to live out my secret desires. I've always wanted someone to make love to me in the bath, over a balcony and, um, oh yeah, on a rocking chair. I'm so lucky to have a good keen young man at my beck and call.

"What will you do while I'm away – you have the complete run of the house though I would prefer it if you didn't wear my knickers."

Benni grinned, and then wiped the smile off her face.

"I'll get in some relocating guys and clean out the house of everything to sell to get some cash."

"Oooh," Trish said, fighting a wave of panic, then recovered, saying, "That will give me the opportunity to get the new furniture I've always wanted."

"Glad to see you have a humor. Tomorrow I wanted to come out with you and observe you in action to see if I can give you some money-making tips."

SIX

Three months later Benni announced it was time for him to leave. He told Trish first; she cried and said he'd have to tell the children himself. He did and they took it on the chin.

"I was going off you anyway," sniffed Sally. "I'm now more interest in boys my own age."

"You always said you'd be going so I always knew this day would come," said Bryan. "Are you going to take us out for a farewell dinner?"

"Bryan!"

"What?"

"No, it;s okay Trish. Dinner is already booked. I pick up my new vehicle tomorrow so we'll go out in that."

"Great, what are you getting?" asked Bryan.

"It's a five-year-old extended cab Chevy pick-up, lowered and re-engined with a supercharged V8."

"Wow!" said Bryan.

"Is it painted a pretty color?" asked Sally, and Trish listened interestedly for the answer.

"Metallic – starting as light purple from the roof and gradually changing to black down lower."

"Far out!" cried Bryan. "And with flaring flames painted along the bottom?"

"Bryan, it's not a hot-rod, I've bought it as a business vehicle."

Nevertheless, a perfect fit for an evil man, thought Trish. But he's not all evil, despite what he's told me he's done over the years.

She thought how Benni had gone out with her with clients for three days. She'd became quite convinced he was going along for the ride just to chat up her clients. But on Saturday the children were at Grandma Nellie's house. Benni took her out to dinner at 7:00, which she'd thought was rather early. 

For the next two hours solid they drank wine as Benni gave her tips on how to improve her approach, to be tough and refuse to continue to deal with time-wasters. He said she was just being a taxi-driver for some people wanting something to do, especially on rainy days and they loved looking through houses. He also had her rehearsing some lines to deliver then told her how to 'ask for the order' in a manner she understood far better than her professional trainers had managed to convey that big message. 

Trish was convinced she felt she now understood far better the basic process and how to incrementally apply the pressure. He was forever going on about that – 'pressure without the client knowing it's pressure'.

They spent the next hour drinking and eating and talking with easy flowing humor, returning home by cab gloriously drunk. Trying to have sex was a hilarious failure.

When Benni had arrived into her life, Trish's commission earnings on sales and rentals had her placed sixth out of the fourteen salespersons. 

Six weeks ago she'd become Number One and still held that lead, in fact extending it and the principals of other real estate offices were trying to head-hunt her.

Their final dinner out was not at all sad – the children were excited as Trish had gone out that afternoon and bought them new clothes.

There were hugs and kisses and some tears all round when he left in his purple-black pick-up. And then he was gone.

"Don't worry mom, Sally said, comforting her weepy mom in bed. Someone else will come along."

Early on Saturday morning the front door bell and Trish opened the door to a nice man holding three packages for them.

"Hi, I'm Bert Wheeler from Wheeler's Sports and Cycle Store – say, I think I know you ma'am, you work at Key Real Estate, don't you?."

"Yes I do and I've see you when I'm out having the occasional morning coffee."

"Yeah, right. Well Benni has bought these skates for you guys as the new ice-skating rink opens this Saturday. He's asked me to deliver these to you and to invite you to accompany me to the rink Saturday evening."

"Why would he suggest that, Mr Wheeler?"

"Because I was a skating instructor before coming a ski instructor and he insisted that I tell you I am divorced, with no children but a dog called Moses."

Trish colored and walked into the house saying, "Then you better come in and meet the children, Mr Wheeler."

"What sort of dog, Mr Wheeler?" asked Bryan.

Benni you evil skunk, thought Trish, temperature and pulse rate rising as a result of the close presence of Mr Wheeler who no doubt was trying to take in her French perfume. 

She smiled – that emphasis on the dog to capture Bryan's attention was absolutely classic Benni. She stretched, picturing Benni's beloved face, thinking, that young man's going far, providing he stays out of jail.

To Be Continued...



Evil Benni Ch. 02



With one woman left in his wake yet not forgotten, Benni makes a determined effort to make his mom like him, at least a little more. It's time to try to set himself up to make some real money so he examines what are his main interests and concludes there are only two – women and vehicles. He shrugs, thinking that's not much to go on but it's his own fault that he allowed his eager penis to get in the way of coming out of college with a useful degree.

SEVEN

Gladys James was hanging out the washing on Saturday morning when an appliance service man arrived, and smoothed his moustache while watching her bending over the basket of laundry.

"I've come to service you," he grinned.

Gladys hadn't come down in the last shower; she'd had years of dealing with servicemen with an over-abundance of hormones.

"Buzz off, there's nothing to service around here."

"Are you Gladys James?"

"Yes."

"Well, I've got a new combo washer/dryer to install in your laundry.

"It says here on the note attached to the receipt and guarantee, 'Have a nice day, mom' and it's signed by someone who's misspelled his name as B-E-N-N-I."

Gladys burst into tears.

"Are you all right, ma'am?"

"What have you done to my wife!" roared Ross, running out from the house.

"Nothing. She just upped and started the waterworks."

"It's Benni," she sobbed. "He's done this to make me feel guilty."

Benni was now working at Pfeiffer Chevrolet, moving out Chevy pickups and doing very well, especially with farming folk who had no idea they were in the market for a replacement vehicle.

Barron Pfeiffer had given the well-dressed young Benni a month's trial as he knew Benni's father, playing snooker with him every Tuesday night. 

That young man will be trouble, Marlene Pfeiffer had warned her husband, as she knew all about men, and how right she was...well, at least Benni would trouble her.

After two months, forgetting that Benni was on a month's trial, Barron asked Benni about his health, thinking the young man was losing weight and yawning a lot. But in spite of that Benni continued to build up sales volume.

"Yeah," just stretching it a bit," Benni had answered vaguely. 

Benni knew the rule, never hump the boss's wife, but he had broken that rule and the never-never-definitely-never rule about humping the boss's daughter, but that was unavoidable because Bess had seen Benni humping her mom and threatened him with blackmail. 

So Benni had both of them going, though never together despite often thinking about that.

It all began with Benni going out to the Johannsen's farm and convincing Lars he needed to trade-in his one-year old pickup for the latest model, adding the sweetener that he'd supply and fit an air horn without charge. 

Elke Johannsen kicked up a storm when coming home and finding the new vehicle in their driveway. She phoned her best friend Marlene Pfeiffer who was shocked at the audacity of Benni, although saying the deal had been done so there was nothing she could do about it apart from seeing if they could get another five hundred dollars in on-selling the trade-in and she'd pass that $500 on to Elke to personally pocket.

Then Marlene, the company's secretary/accountant and board chairman, decided to kick butt, rushing out to confront Benni who was just driving away in his own vehicle.

"Hop in if you want a chat," he said, "I have to hurry these white-wall tires to Fenton Jones as he has a guy at the farm waiting to fit them."

Marlene, who's forty-two, still doesn't know how it happened. All she said was his vehicle sounded powerful. 

Benni stopped and jumped out without saying anything. He opened her door and helped her to climb over into the driver's seat, his hands all over her.

Out on the dirt road up to Fenton's farm Benni called, 'Floor it!" She did and had one of the most exhilarating drives in her life.

Unbeknown to Benni, as a teenager Marlene had been in car gang classified by the deceptively respectful-sounding name of a 'V8 Babe' – the babes being shared round for test drives like the vehicles. 

She stopped on the roadside, panting in excitement and experiencing a surge from those good ol' days. When Benni leaned over to help her over the divider to the passenger's seat she just lost in, grabbed him and it was all on; his dick was through the side of her panties and into her before she fully realized it, and then she just didn't care.

Marlene had Benni drop her off at her home and was in the shower trying to douche cum when she realized she hadn't even mentioned the Johannsen sale to him.

"My gawd," she said lewdly in a girlish sing-song voice, "That boy really is something; I have a regular job for him."

That same day Barron Pfeiffer came across his 20-year-old daughter Bess being shafted by new car sales manager, Ralph Oates. Ralph was fired and everyone moved up a slot with Benni becoming a senior salesman and Barron took the opportunity of putting him on the permanent staff list.

Benni started hanging around Barron, feeling a little guilty at screwing Marlene and the two men began getting along well. Barron learned that Benni had played a bit of golf at college so invited him to partner with him at the Country Club. Benni played well enough for them to take the side-bets and soon they were playing together two or three times a month. 

Before too long Barron had been talked into putting Benni up for membership and then somehow finding himself agreeing to pay Benni's membership fees.

Next thing Barron noticed the vehicles of the three senior club administrators and the two professionals had switched from Ford, Chrysler and Japanese models to Chevrolet – all with the Pfeiffer Chevrolet stickers on them. 

Checking the sales records Barron found all had been sold by Benni and all within the permitted discount range. The only abnormal expense listed was each purchaser received a handmade white calfskin golf bag with their name hand-tooled on to both sides of the bag and no other brand name showing. 

Barron checked for the invoice for the five golf bags and raised his eyebrows in surprise – the price for each bag was high, but not over the moon, and Benni had got a 30% discount for a bulk order. This boy's got something, decided Barron, completely unaware that Benni had got Marlene covered and even his daughter Bess was unaware that she was about to latch on to her mother's occasional lover as well.

Bess was tight as a drum through having her regular seducer removed from her side by her stupid father and was looking around hornily for a replacement. 

On Tuesday she went to her parent's home from the accountancy office where she worked for late lunch and a chat with her mom who was often home lunching at this time. 

Bess heard grunting and the slapping of wet flesh coming from her parent's room. Peeping round the corner she gasped, seeing her nude mom lifting up and the new salesman directing streams of cum on to her mother's breasts. Bess sighed lustily, never having seen so much cum flying about as this.

Quickly making a sandwich and a container of coffee, she drove off to the lookout over the river to think how to report her finding to her father. Her pussy began twitching so her hand automatically went in to attend to its restlessness. But she pulled her hand away, thinking why should she to do that massaging – that audacious mother-fucker could do it for her.

That evening, leaving work in heavy rain in his distinctive pick-up, Benni was flagged down by a young woman standing on the roadside.

"Jump in – do you want to buy a pickup or are you just seeking shelter or a ride," he grinned.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Er, I think there's some mistake. I don't know you...wait a minute,I've seen you in Barron's office a few times. Are you his daughter?"

"Yes, my name's Bess. Hi Benni."

"You know my name?" he asked stupidly.

"I don't think there are an awful lot of Benni's around in this city, even fewer in this area and even fewer sitting in this vehicle with a peculiar spelling of Benni on it's plate. I would have thought you were a little brighter that this."

"Watch your mouth, baby; I don't take crap from anyone and being Barron's sexy little daughter won't save you."

"That's better – oh god, you called me sexy. Have you any idea how I feel?"

"If you gave me a feel I reckon I could answer that question intelligently," Benni grinned.

"Oooooh. Mr Smoothtalker, eh? No wonder my mom is letting you screw her."

The pick-up careered up on to the sidewalk. Benni hit the brakes, stopping less than a foot from plowing through a shop window.

"It's a bit late to go shopping, the lights are out and everyone's gone," giggled Bess.

Half an hour later she'd had a bath at Benni's small apartment and was bouncing up and down on his dick, sighing in happiness and getting very warm indeed. After cumming twice she pulled herself down his legs and invited him to flood himself all over her tits – "just like I saw you do to mom."

That disclosure earned her Benni's maximum ejaculation, and she screamed in delight.

"If we do this at least once a week, I'll promise not to tell dad what you are doing to mom and to me." In saying that she almost was sprayed again.

EIGHT

Although now living dangerously, life was going very well for Benni and he rather appreciated the loss of weight and he certainly felt fitter.

At golf one afternoon Barron and the two other players in their four were going on about the dictatorial president of their business and profession association, Balfour Washington.

"Vote him out if you don't like him."

"You don't know what you're talking about Benni, said the elderly Kevin Saunders. He's got that position for life, thanks to his cronies and all the members who own him favors. There's nothing that can be done."

"Talk like that, Kevin, and nothing will be done."

"That's being a little impertinent Benni," said Barron. "Kevin is a life member of this club."

"No offence intended, Kevin."

"None taken son, but listen. If you in your wildest dream were to think up something to get rid of Balfour, I'd give you a hundred bucks."

Benni noted the three of them were nodding, so smelt business brewing.

"Tell you what; you guys organize a consortium to rake up $5000 to be held by Kevin and payable to me if I get rid of this Balfour bastard for you – without physically harming him, of course."

"That sounds interesting," said Barron. "We'd need you to explain your plan and for us to set a deadline."

"Three months from the time we've raised the full five grand," said Chris.

"Nah, thirty days will be enough. And I don't wish to tell you how I do it, once I have a plan figured out."

"Right – agreed boys?" asked Kevin.

They agreed, but negotiations continued.

"I tell you what, Benni. I've got a hunch you'll do it," said Kevin. "If you do it, I'll add another five grand from my own pocket; that's how much I dislike Balfour; he's holding back the development of business in this city. The fucking mall is screwing many of our members."

"I'll match Kevin's generosity," smiled Barron. 

Tight-fisted Chris jumped into his cart and urged them to resume playing golf, not wishing to risk five grand no matter how tiny were the chances of that happening.

Benni found himself disliking Balfour just hearing all about him. After Barron finished his résumé, Bennie asked about Balfour's women folk.

"His mother died nigh on ten years ago, his wife Francine is a pillar of society and both daughters are married and live overseas."

"And?"

Barron shrugged and said that's all, but flushed.

"And?"

"Bette Lucas, wife of the Chief of Police. But for fuck sake don't breathe to anyone I told you that."

"What's she like?"

"She's Bud's second wife, about forty, stuck up and one would think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, but incredibly Balfour Washington has got into her pants. Go near her, Benni, and you're in dangerous territory. Balfour is Fire Chief and a tough cookie from way back, ex-military."

"Don't worry; I have my evil ways that give me mole-like characteristics. Look, I need to take a time off to work on it."

"Why bother asking me? You slip away from time to time now. Who are you screwing?"

"I'm just using that time to distribute flowers to patients in hospital."

"Good one, Benni. I'd picked you as been tight-lipped when it counts. Sadly for you though, I think my money is safe."

"Like to bet on that?"

"Why not?"

"You double your five G's if I succeed; I pay you one grand if I fail."

"That's a bit-lopsided."

"Yeah, and so what you rake in annually compared with what I earn; I reckon I'm being very generous."

"You're got a smart mouth, Benni. All right, agreed."

NINE

Bette Lucas had two scarves in front of her on the shop counter and stood undecided. A male voice behind her said, "Please hold the green one up against your face."

She turned, to see a young man in his mid twenties in a smart suit smiling at her and nodding encouragingly. His eyes looked trustworthy and he looked intelligent.

She did what he'd asked. And then to another request held up the blue one.

"The blue one." He then began walking away.

"Just a minute young man."

Benni turned.

"Why the blue one?"

"It's you soul color."

"How on earth did you know that?"

"I didn't, but as soon as those blues came close to your skin they seemed to fuse into you. My granny taught me about colors, she was an artist."

"Well I never. Is there anything else you can tell me?"

"Yes, that bra you're wearing doesn't suit you."

Bette flared and was about to chew his ear, but hesitated; he'd been right about her soul color. She'd been dithering, thinking she's already had half a wardrobe of blues.

"That is an impertinent thing to say to a woman whom you do not know."

"I'll be off then and please accept my apology."

"Apology? Who's asking for an apology?"

"Well, I assumed..."

"Well you're assuming too much young man. Wait till I ask them to wrap up the blue scarf and I'll take you for coffee."

"Now who's assuming?"

"Oh dear, an incurable confrontationist, are we?"

"Not at all; 'we' may prefer a glass of wine."

"Is that the singular or proper plural usage of we?"

"Take your pick."

"Well, since I am curious to find out what wrong with my bra I think we shall find a bar. My name is Mrs Lucas."

Benni was delighted; she had in fact done much to spin his web herself.

"Good afternoon Mrs Lucas. My name is Benni."

"Well, well. You are clever, aren't you?"

"How's that, Mrs Lucas?"

"As if you didn't know. Here you are addressing me formally, leaving me to address you casually which means I'm at a disadvantage."

"I'm happy to leave it that way."

"I'm not, my name is Bette."

"Benni and Bette – we sound as if we come from the circus."

They both laughed and walked the short distance to a bar.

"Benni?"

"White wine, something expensive since you are paying?"

"My word, where did you escape from? The school of extortionists?"

"Or seducers."

Bette eyed him for almost ten seconds before signaling to the bartender.

Sipping their drinks Bette asked Benni to tell her what was wrong with her choice of bra.

"I'm no authority – you should go to a consultant. I just said that to provoke you."

"I don't believe you – give me your unprofessional opinion."

"The bra you are wearing is bunching your breasts together; today's trend is to have them well divided. You are, I'd guess, around forty. You should be presenting yourself more like a thirty-year-old than a fifty-year-old."

"Good gracious, you don't pull your punches, do you?"

"I suppose you now want to see my breasts unrestrained to give me a more detailed unprofessional consultancy."

"You said that, not me."

"You're wasting time and energy, though it is nice talking to a younger man. Why did you want sexual intercourse with me?"

"I don't, though I am open to offers."

"What do you want then?"

"Dirt on Balfour Washington."

"Christ," whispered Bette, looking around nervously. "Have you any idea what you are saying?"

"Yes."

"You knew who I was before we even spoke?"

"Yes."

"Are you a private detective?"

"No, a car salesman."

"Are you for real?"

During the next fifteen minutes Benni put Bette at ease, giving her his business card and telling her in detail about his Balfour project.

"My husband might kill me if he learns about my affair."

"I don't think so. Anyway, who's going to tell him? I'm certainly not, and I can't see you telling him."

"Right, so who told you?"

"Come on Bette, you know I can't tell you that. But I can tell you this; whether or not you help me Balfour will be hit hard, dishonored I would think. I'll work till I get the dirt on him – he looks a corruptible fellow to me."

Bette's eyes misted and she sighed deeply.

Benni's brain went into top gear and in seconds he had it all worked out.

"This is a guess: is your husband impotent?"

She nodded, eyes widening, but said he had could get it up artificially; his medical adviser would not prescribed chemical aids because of a possible heart defect.

"So you really need a lover?"

Bette nodded, her eyes misting again.

"Do you happen to know Barron Pfeiffer?"

"Yes, his family and my family were very close; he's a few years older than me. Why do you ask?"

"If I can dislodge Balfour, Barron could well be interested in you. I happen to have his ear."

Just as Benni hoped, Bette didn't reject that suggestion, but neither did she look enthusiastic. 

"You've hit me during a period of weakness. I believe Balfour has taken on someone else, as he's now only seeing me twice a month, whereas until six weeks ago it was at least once a week. I was thinking of engaging a private detective."

"This way would be cleaner – get the bastard out of your life and replace him with a really great character."

"Who?"

"Barron Pfeiffer?"

"Hmmmm. He's never really noticed me in the past." " People change. He's well liked which as far as I am aware the same can't be said about Balfour. Can you tell me anything?"

Bette shifted on her bar stool nervously. Then she whispered: "He and the CEO of the association are two of a kind. It could be revealing to get an internal audit done. 

"That's all I'm going to say. It's your shout – a very expensive wine please."

An hour later when they were parting company before walking from the bar, Benni said: "You have my card so give me a call if you want me to open the way for a liaison."

"I'll think about that. Would you have tried bedding me had I not been so loose-mouthed so soon?"

"Yes."

"Me and my big mouth," she smiled. "Perhaps I'll see you at the bra counter sometime?"

"Who knows? And thanks, if the hint of talk you've picked up in being in the company of Balfour proves to be spot on, it will be the best kind of dirt I could have found about him; business and profession people have an aversion against being financially fleeced."

"I'd like to kiss you goodbye, but they have surveillance cameras in places like this one. Goodbye Benni – I feel that I've been thoroughly seduce, verbally. Hmmmmm!"

A week later the president and chief executive of the business and professional association appeared in Court to answer charges relating to fraud – some $52,038 from general funds could not be accounted for and $72,858 was missing from the reserves account for special promotions.

While protesting his innocence, Balfour Washington resigned from the association, with immediate affect, providing a big 'pay day' for Benni, totaling $20,000 which Barron Pfeiffer and the elderly Kevin Saunders handed across with heartiest congratulations.




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...



Evil Benni Ch. 03



Life is going smoothly for Benni; he's sorted out his double-dipping problem and is happy that Bess seems to adore him. That's a big improvement on her mother whose interest seemed confined to his tongue, fingers and penis, though that doesn't necessarily indicate that daughters are more sophisticated than their mothers. Here we learn more about Benni – his childhood and more about the reason for him being booted out of college, narrowly missing jail. It just seems to drag on...

TEN

Bess Pfeiffer was in a quandary; although only twenty-two she'd had a few lovers but none as appealing to her as Benni James, who had this penchant for calling himself Evil Benni.

Okay, he had been screwing her mom, but surely that was as an opportunist, rather than being evil? 

She'd also pieced together enough from over-hearing her parents talking that Benni had been instrumental in bringing down the president and CEO of the business and professional association who were milking the members' funds of $125,000. It seems that Benni had used his sex appeal – and he had plenty of that – to get information from the president's mistress that led to the unmasking of the two fraudsters. Well that seemed a little evil, though only a little.

Of more concern was the callous rejection of her mom as soon as it suited him, which occurred when she'd been introduced to him by her father. Benni had made out he was meeting her for the first time and was so convincing she'd almost believed him. She'd begun that deception of course. However it did seem rather evil of him to be screwing both her and her mother at the same time in that while she was aware that he was double-dipping, her mother was not. A gentleman would have ended one affair before starting the next one, surely.

She thought of real evil as being absolutely wicked: if he'd been seducing both her and her mother together and torturing them, then that certainly would have be wicked.

Bess had satisfied herself he was not wicked. Then to complicate matters, last night in bed when they couldn't get asleep but she was too exhausted to fuck anymore, she'd asked him why he'd not completed college.

Benni told her - and she'd gulped - that he'd sent twelve young women into orgasms in one session, one of them a second time. 

Trying hard to find in his favor, she decided in fairness she had to regard that as a feat of endurance, rather than being evil. 

Then Benni went on to tell her how he broke the feud between the Mason and James families. She had to admit what he did to those two men, terrifying them so they peed themselves, was definitely evil though she had to concede something had to be done as the police, faced with accusations but no evidence of feuding, had been next to useless.

Well he had a point: he admitted to having evil tendencies. Yet she was not overly worried about that as he could also be so lovely and charming; in fact she'd never seen him angry.

Bess decided her main concern was to keep him; not only was he the best lover she'd had by far, but he was interesting to be with – he knew how to chat with a woman. He also made her feel good about herself. She decided to speak to her father about this and ask why her Benni wasn't new vehicle salesman supervisor as he was now the biggest earner of commissions in the company. 

Her parents knew that she and Benni were going at it like bunnies, because her father had asked if they were 'together'. She'd laughed at the quaintness of that comment and told him that were going at it like bunnies. He'd have passed that description on to her mom – actually it was remarkable that Marlene was still talking to her! 

Stewing about all this, Bess homed in on the fact the company had some private shareholders – she knew the largest 'outside' one, her dad's golfing buddy Kevin Saunders. He'd come up with money to help build the new vehicle servicing centre. Yes – that's it; her dad should allow Benni to enter the company financially like Mr Saunders had. If her dad allocated a wad of shares to Benni, allowing him to pay for them over time, then he'd want to stay as he'd really feel bound to the company!

Good thinking, girl, she applauded herself as she called her dad and arranged to meet for lunch.

Meanwhile, if Bess Pfeiffer was in a quandary, then her mother was state of despair. 

First she'd suffered the humiliation of Benni James dumping her for her daughter and now she'd been told by his grinning husband that according to Bess, Benni and Bess were fucking like rabbits. 

Well, really!

Then an extraordinary thing had happened that same morning. She'd returned to the bathroom to put a lipstick in her purse. Barron was in the shower and there on the washbasin was a used condom, knotted closed.

Barron never used condoms and confirmed it himself, denying absolutely the condom wasn't his. How extraordinary she'd said, then asking who's was it? He didn't know. 

Barron dressed and came back into the bathroom where she was still looking at the thing, trying to work out how on earth it could have got there.

"Do you think Benni and Bess would have been in here?"

"No," he'd said. "I'll get rid of it and that will be the end of that."

He took it over and flushed the toilet, but she noticed he palmed it into the pocket of his slacks, presumably thinking she wouldn't see him do that. It then occurred to Marlene, desperately trying to unravel this mystery, he must be secretly taking a sample for testing – perhaps he feared he had cancer of the prostrate or testicles? 

Oh, for goodness sake, what would she do if he had that and couldn't get an erection? Currently she didn't have someone to fall back on to. That thought made her giggle.

"Are you okay?" he grunted.

"Yes. Have you had your prostrate checked recently?"

"Yes and Doc Boswell said the tests indicate I'm all clear. Now may we go off to work?"

Marlene was back to square one. 

If the condom of sperm was not for cancer testing, what was it for? Her eyes widened – perhaps her husband was acting as a donor for some poor woman whose husband was infertile? Who could this person be – one of their friends, or more likely one of their friend's daughter? 

Marlene realized she was going to have a busy day trying to work out his intrigue; Barron the bastard had never been a good communicator.

A little over 24 hours later, socialite Betty Lucas, wife of the Chief of Police, jumped in fright when she slit open a thick paper envelope and a white piece of rounded membrane dropped out. Her immediate thought was a letter bomb but as she opened her mouth to scream she realized the thing on the floor was a used condom, knotted to keep its contest intact. She read the note – all that was on it were the initials 'B P'. 

"Well, Barron Pfeiffer, let me sort out a hotel room where we can meet. Out of our police district is best for me!"

ELEVEN

On Saturday morning Bess drove up the track to the house on five acres on the edge of the city. She was driving a demo vehicle from the showroom, an SSR Roadster painted in aqua blur.

Two high school-aged boys were careering around on small motor-cycles and came roaring over to greet her.

"Cool car," said the older one, perhaps aged sixteen. "Let me drive it; I promise not to take it on the road."

This has to be the James' property, that kid looks and talks like Benni, smiled Bess.

"Sorry, the roadster doesn't belong to me."

"What are you selling, ma'am," asked the quieter and younger brother.

"My personality."

"Huh,"

"Bye boys."

Bess planted her foot and spun off the unsealed track.

"You ought to learn how to drive before trying to show off," said the older boy, riding his bike slowly past her, grinning. "Mind that boulder to your right."

A woman came from the house taking off her apron and smoothing down her hair in a multi-task action that women accomplish with ease.

"We're not buying anything today."

"Good morning Mrs James, I'm Bess Pfeiffer."

"I said we're not buying anything today. Mind how you drive back on to the highway – I'd hate you to damage this beautiful truck. It's painted to appeal to women, isn't it?"

"I'm Benni's girlfriend, Mrs James."

Gladys took a careful look at the visitor, then turned and said, "Then you'd better come inside."

They sat in the big family-type kitchen suvivor of the 1950s and Gladys poured coffee.

"Are you sure you're my son's girlfriend – you look rather nice."

"I'm sure," Mrs James, "and Benni's a nice guy."

"I must admit he seems to have softened a little. Look, let's be frank – you coming here, are your pregnant?"

"I wish I were, Mrs James, they I might have a chance of nailing him. That's what I've come to you about: I want advice on how to hogtie Benni, so to speak."

"He's improved, young girl, I've admitted that. But you're loony if you want to settle down permanently with him."

Bess stood up, her short black hair swishing and dark brown eyes blazing. She was angry.

"I'd better go."

"Why?"

"Because I don't like the way you denigrate Benni."

"If denigrate mean what I think it might, how I regard Benni is my business; he's my son, and has been a pain in the ass to us for most of his life. Now you sit down young lady and finish your coffee. We work on country hospitality in this home and nobody walks out that door angry, do you hear?"

Well, thought Bess, eying the solid woman of perhaps just over six-feet with her chin thrusting forward from a speckled pink and white face; she'd better do what she was told. This woman looked capable of knocking her through the wall.

"Nice coffee."

"It passes. I'm not offering you food because with a body like that you obviously are one of these modern women who eat only at night, and then leave half of it on the plate untouched."

"Why are you so hard on Benni, Mrs James?"

"You're a woman and trying to become family; call me Gladys. It's a long story, so I'll only give some of the bits that really got up my nose.

"As a baby, he cried day and night and drove us to despair. My husband Ross is a fencing contractor and works long hours; he was so tired at being kept awake by this bawling kid that he would go off to work like a zombie."

Bess took a deep breath.

"The baby probably had acute colic; exacerbated by a still perforated stomach lining leaching the milk he was being fed."

Gladys's eyebrows raised a little.

"In those days we mothers didn't know much about baby rearing. Milk into then, change the nappies, put the little darling down to sleep, and then start the cycle all over again. Being told the crying problem was related to the thing you just said would have scared the crap out of us."

"So how did you overcome the problem, or did Benni just come out of it quickly?"

"We put him out in the shed with the poultry at nights."

"Good heavens! What about the tender care, the hugging he needed; the hen house would have been infested with rats."

"Ours wasn't young woman, and I'll thank you not to be so nasty. Perhaps you may be suited to Benni."

Bess chose to let that one go.

"So when he stabilized with his milk and solids intake and stopped crying, you let him sleep back in his bassinette?"

"Our bed; this house was very small in those days – lounge/kitchen, bathroom and bedroom."

"Oh dear."

"Not all of us were born with silver spoons in their mouths young lady."

"Of course. And what other challenges in life did poor little Benni have to face?"

"Well, you're right about that. At school he had this brute of a teacher, who started picking on young Benni because one thing about Benni is he rarely backs down. So this teacher – it was a one-teacher school in those days – began thrashing him. So Ross went down and massaged the bastard's jaw."

"Hit him?"

"Yes, what else? The bastard took so long to wake up that for a while Ross feared he'd killed him."

"My god!"

"So the cunning bastard of a teacher stopped hitting Benni, using unseen torture instead."

"Does that mean nasty psychological pressure?"

"I think so. Always whispering into Benni's ear what a loser he was and how everyone hated him and he was not really our child."

"My god, what did Mr James do when he found out?"

"It was too late as the teacher was long gone. This only came out after the Judge ordered that we admit Benni into an institution to have his brain examined by those special doctors."

"Yes, of course. But why did the Judge do that?"

"Because when Benni was fourteen he boozed himself stupid one night and went back to his old schoolhouse and burned it to the ground."

"Jesus!"

"I'd thank you for not using that name like that in this house."

"Oh, Gladys, I do apologize. So how did you manage to get Benni back into high school?"

"Because of what he told the doctors under therapy. It turned out the teacher had been scaring the shit out of some of the kids, turning some of them into a bed-wetter and not wanting to go to school. Benni had also seen the teacher playing with two of the older girls, his hand down their knickers."

"Jesus!"

"I think I used that same word when I read our copy of the report that went to the Judge. The Judge dismissed the charges against Benni, most of which would have failed anyway because of his age. A warrant was issued for the arrest of the schoolteacher but he never was located."

"Oh Gladys, that was terrible. But don't you think Benni hardly deserves being called evil, not after what he went through."

"He was evil, no-one in either of our families has ever been apprehended by the police and taken to court, burned down a schoolhouse, being accused of rape, stole cars or had fights in MainStreet in broad daylight."

"So, he eventually went to prison?"

"No, the Judges kept letting him off with a severe warning after reading police and medical reports. Before he appeared on the charge of rape the girl's parents reported she'd made similar accusations twice before, which is why they had moved to this part of the country.

"So he wasn't guilty?"

"The girl refused to change her story, but the Judge didn't believe her."

"There are heaps of other things, not too serious, so I'll only mention two more. 

"Ross caught Benni smoking dope when he was home for the Spring Break during his first year at college. Benni claimed he'd decided to try to get used to it as most of the kids at college were smoking it, but it made him sick. Ross called him a liar. It was in the kitchen here – and I watched them fight and wreck my kitchen. They battled for I reckon fifteen minutes. You haven't seen my Ross – he's fat and slow but he's six feet six, or was before he began stooping and shrinking.

"I thought Ross would kill Benni, and picked up the skillet to bang him one if he badly injured my boy. But he had such a hard time getting Benni lined up to punch him properly. He became madder and madder and restored to flailing his arms and really cracking Benni a number of times. Both had cut faces, blood flying everywhere. Then Ross, tiring badly stumbled and Benni landed a rabbit punch on the back of Ross' neck and that was lights out for Ross.

"You watched them, didn't try to stop it."

"What for – they'd been picking at each other for years. It was time for the showdown – I realized it had to come but thought Benni was still too immature to take him."

"So what happened?"

"Benni was in the worst mess – a broken nose and cut tongue and both eyes closing. I later found terrible bruising all over his chest and sides.

"I rushed at him with my medical kit but he said, 'Nah, mom – go to dad first, he's the one worth giving your attention."

"Ross had come around and heard that. From that day those two have been the best of mates."

"What an amazing epic story of growing up – so much pain and suffering and yet he'd emerged as a very nice man."

"Oh dear, you poor judge of men. Let me tell you about his last disgrace when they threw him out of college."

"I know – he's told me – twelve young women, one twice."

"The evil bragger!"

"Gladys, now you listen to me. He wasn't bragging, he'd just decided to tell me something about himself that I wouldn't like because he sensed I might be going soft on him. He wanted me to know why he called himself Evil Benni."

"He calls himself that? But..."

"Gladys, Benni is not ashamed of what he did at college, in fact he's rather proud of his achievement; the girls were probably in a state of mass horniness I would think, akin to mass hysteria. One of them had invited Benni in and it was she who'd suggested the mask. The students were actually a rather naughty group, coming together from time to time for a dorm dildo party."

"What's that?"

"Um, perhaps it's best if I continue: After what you told me about Benni being left as an infant to sleep with fowls, alone, he probably never learned to show real love. He may have received it from your guys, but perhaps he doesn't feel love and affection like you guys do. And I reckon he has not learned to show remorse because he doesn't feel it – his emotional development has been stunted. I'm no expert, Gladys, but I think he's done remarkable well to get where he is today."

Gladys looked at the clock and said she needed another coffee and a biscuit. She ate six thick biscuits while Bess nibbled her way through one.

"So, despite knowing my son is emotionally lacking, you want him. Why?"

"He's the best lover I've ever had."

Gladys looked at Bess, smiled and started shaking. They both began laughing loudly. Wiping her eyes Gladys said at least Bess had her priorities right.

"Are you two telling dirty jokes?" asked the younger boy, coming into the kitchen and grabbing two sodas and a handful of biscuits.

"Don't be cheeky Archie, and wipe your feet before you come into my kitchen."

For the next half hour Bess told Gladys some truths about her oldest son, how Benni was now her father's most trusted employee, how her mother had affection for him and the friends he'd made including Trish and her two children and how Trish's lover Bert Wheeler had asked Benni to be his best man when he and Trish married soon.

"You mean Bert Wheeler wants my son to be his best man – have you any idea who Bert Wheeler is?"

Of course, he was a skater, skier coach and is now proprietor of a sports and cycle shop."

Gladys became steely-eyed.

"Alert Wheeler, young lady, was the best male ice skater this region ever produced. We all thought he would be picked to go to the Olympics but his partner was killed in a train accident and he just walked away from competitive skating, heartbroken. It's so sad but I'm amazed that Benni even knows him."

Bess was dismayed that Benni's mother would think her son was socially below the level of people with whom he mixed.

"Benni is beginning to rise in the business world, Gladys, and I'm going to push to make sure it happens."

"Well dear, I really can't give you good advice because I really don't know my eldest son that well. You seem to be very intelligent, and well as pretty, and seem to have his confidence. All I can say is be there for him and you'll get it back in return, with interest. I should know, as my Ross still loves me dearly, after all these years."

The boys were sitting on the front steps when Bess left.

"Move your butts for a lady, boys," called their mother.

Bess tossed the keys to the older boy.

"Just to the gate, and no hooning. I'll be beside you and I'll whack you if you mistreat my father's Chevy."

"You can't let him drive it, Bess – it's new, probably worth over $20,000."

"Fifty thousand, Gladys. But he'll be careful because he's scared of me. What's your name, boy?"

"Ivan. You've got great tits."

"Ivan!" screamed his mother.

"It's all right, Gladys," said Bess, taking Ivan by the ear and twisting it until he cried 'Ouch'. "I know how to handle naughty young men."




Evil Benni Ch. 03



Bess had Archie between her and the door so she could get at Ivan if he misbehaved. But he knew where to put the key, how to adjust the seat and even the alter the rake of the steering wheel. 

"Good, a six-speed manual – I hate autos," he said, and off they went with some wheel spin.

"It's not a sealed surface," Bess said nervously.

"It's our track, I should know," he answered.

Ivan slowed near the gate, putting the car into a bit of a slide under braking but corrected without any hint of over-correction and the vehicle never left the track.

"Cool roadster, and you're cool. Can't imagine any other old babe letting me do this."

"You're welcome, Ivan."

"When you come back next to sell something to mom, could I have a turn?"

"I'll think about it Archie – dad really won't like me placing this vehicle in the hands of anyone under eighteen," Bess said, trying to image the face of her dad watching the roadster going into that slide and then realizing the driver was a school kid.

Bess accelerated away, covering the boys in dust. They waved and she peered in the mirror, seeing them grinning at her. It was only with great luck – no time for skillful evasion – that she narrowly missed hitting a gatepost.

TWELVE

A worried-looking Barron came out into the showroom to talk to Benni.

"Going to a funeral?" asked Benni and Barron opened and closed his mouth like a fish and failed to come up with an instant reply.

"Er, just going away for the afternoon."

He sounded evasive and his face had darkened. Benni decided it was time to give advice.

"Is it that Lucas woman?"

Barron looked around in panic, relaxing when seeing no-one was within earshot.

"Keep your fucking voice down."

"Sorry, but I wanted to say you look like someone advertising himself as an adulterer."

Barron cringed.

"What do you mean?"

"You should be wearing casual clothes, the ones you were wearing this morning. Did you cache your suit in your office?"

Barron nodded.

"For fuck sake sneak back to your office and change. If Marlene sees you dressed up like this she'll smell a rat unless she knows you are going to a funeral and besides, Mrs Lucas will be interested in getting your clothes off you rather than inspecting what you're wearing."

"She'll be expecting to see class," Barron said stiffly.

"Oh yeah, flop your dick out as soon as you arrive and remember to tell me what she noticed – meat or wrapping!

"Quick, back to your office – here's Marlene arriving back with the flowers."

Barron changed in record time and emerged to see Benni talking to Marlene who was surprised to have Benni asking her about the flowers; he'd never before taken such an interest. 

"Hi darling, just off to play a round of golf with, um, Kevin Saunders."

"But you don't usually play on Saturdays because it's such a busy day for us."

"Kevin twisted my arm; he's our largest outside shareholder as you know."

"Oh yes, well have fun. It's rather slack for me so I think I'll see if I can get my hair done."

"Bye darling, you are a walking advertisement of beauty for this business of ours."

"Oh darling, how sweet, although I thought our clients were here to buy vehicles."

An hour later Benni noticed with horror Kevin Saunders entering the parking lot. He raced out to him.

"Hi, Kevin – look, Barron had had to slip off. Can I take you to lunch?"

"Why would I want you to take me to lunch?"

"Because I'm charming company who'll help to give you a younger outlook on life and I, um, have some ideas to help push more sales through this dealership."

"Now that sounds good, jump in."

"No thanks, I need to arrange cover and sign out – I'll meet your over at Rizzo's."

Just as Benni entered the showroom Marlene said, "Isn't that Kevin Sounder's personalized Cavalier Xtreme?"

"Yeah," said Benni faking a cough, aware it was the only Xtreme of that color in the entire city. "There's a rattle somewhere above the steering wheel and one of the boys is looking at it while Kevin is at golf."

"Oh, that's a good idea. With Barron at golf you and I could have been locked away in his office. Pity that had to finish, but I'm glad you're making Bess so happy. She appears to be walking on air – now you don't dump her as abruptly as you did me, do your hear!"

"Loud and clear, Marlene, but you know it would have been unacceptable for me to be screwing the both of you."

"To whom would it have been unacceptable? Not to you I'm sure. And by that I hope you didn't mean simultaneously."

"You're an evil woman," Benni laughed. "I do believe you haven't finished with me yet."

"If you think I'm going to rush back into your arms you've got another think coming, Benni, but after I know you've finished rutting my daughter I may rethink my situation."

Benni walked over and whispered, "It really was at home being in your juicy pussy, Marlene."

"Oh Benni," signed Marlene. "Shove off before I lose control."

Benni walked back to his office, thinking he'd done well, getting Barron into the clear. He saw through the glass Bess was sitting in his office.

"Are you still having it off with my mom?" demanded Bess as soon as he walked in.

"Of course not, and that's the truth. She was asking me how it was going with you and I said brilliantly. She then said an odd thing, that I should not dump you abruptly. Why would I want to finish with you?"

"Yes, why? But you bent over her and I could almost see steam coming out of her ears."

"Er, she asked were you any good in bed?"

"And?"

"I said great, but that she might have an edge because of a near lifelong experience."

"You beast, you wait – I'm sleeping the night at your place. Don't drink too much today because I'm going to give you the fuck of your life."

"Do we really need to go out for dinner?"

"That's better, yes we do, my friends the Madden's are eager to meet you. I came in to talk to dad, where's is he?"

"Oh, gone to golf with Kevin Saunders."

"That's funny, I waved to Mr Saunders who was leaving here just as I entered."

"Er, your father will be cross, Kevin's late."

"Well, shall we go out for a sandwich?"

"I'm meeting a client for lunch."

"Damn. Then I'll go out with mom."

"She mentioned she was going to the hair salon."

"Great – I've join her. I have my best woman-to-woman chats with mom when we're at the salon together. Today I think we shall talk about you. The whole salon will be silenced when we begin to argue over the size of your dick."

"Perhaps I could cancel my lunch," said Benni weakly. 

"No, silly. I was only teasing – I'm not going to have your dick discussed in front of that bunch of gossiping women.

TO BE CONTINUED... 



Evil Benni Ch. 04



Bess is beginning to feel nesting tendencies towards Benni just at the time her dad is eager to start up an affair with the sophisticated scarlet woman, Mrs Lucas. The story crawls onwards, though without too many adulterous affairs, and the hero is given the opportunity to buy stock in the company – daddy's little daughter's idea to give Benni greater incentive to remain close to her side. 

THIRTEEN

At lunch Benni said to Kevin Saunders that Marlene was acting suspiciously towards Barron who had to go out of town, so if Marlene happened to ask how was lunch with Barron, could he play along?

"Barron's taking up with someone again, eh," laughed Kevin. "I wish I still had the firepower in my loins to do that. I remember..."

Kevin managed to cram in lurid details of four affairs before the waitress arrived to take their food order, apologizing for the delay and offering them another drink on the house, which was accepted. Smiling, Benni asked the waitress with a wink to make sure it was top shelf wine.

"Now boy, what are these ideas of yours about drumming up more business?"

Benni suggested the wall of the waiting room should be replaced with glass, so that clients in the waiting room could see their vehicles being serviced – how clean everything was, how caring the service people were and they the name workshop should be changed to car nursery."

"That's a daft name."

"A nursery is synonymous with care and most of our clients' vehicles are young and some owners even proudly call their vehicle their baby."

"Hmmmm. Barron should seek professional advice about that. Have you told him your ideas?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because he's not used to me discussing anything but sales with him yet. He doesn't think I know anything about overall marketing, business operations and planning."

"But you do."

"Yes."

"Well that Barron is a fool. He only needs to see the skill you've employed to cover his ass today to realize that. Marlene's at work today, isn't she?"

"Yes."

"Then he would have told her that he was going to golf with me, because what man tells his wife he's off to pull down the knickers of another woman? Then you saw me drive up, realized the implications and had me scuttling off for a free lunch before she saw me."

Benni said that was pretty accurate, but there was more.

"She saw your car, and then Bess saw your car and now they are at the hairdressers yakking on about anything that comes into their heads."

"Oh shit."

"But I told Marlene that there was a rattle above the steering wheel in your car and we were looking for it while you were at golf, and I told Bess who saw you that you were dashing off to golf late, and her dad would be displeased about that."

"Well done! With a tortuous mind like you seem to have, no wonder you were able to milk that mistress of Balfour's to bring him down. Has Barron now latched on to that woman?"

"I wouldn't think so – none of you were told her name, although you were pumping me like crazy, especially you."

"Yeah, right. So who is she?"

"Disclosure would ruin her socially and probably destroy her marriage. Sorry, Kevin, we're becoming good pals in my opinion, but I simply cannot tell you. Sometimes a guy has to remain true."

"Well said, Benni, I admire you for that although it frustrates me, and yes I would agree we are becoming good friends. That fact you have some integrity makes me feel even better about you."

"Only some integrity?" grinned Benni.

"And I rather like your attitude. I hear you're plumbing Barron's daughter?"

"Er, we are going out a bit."

"Plumbing?"

"Er, yes."

"Well, take some advice from an old coot, son. You finish off your degree over the Internet thing as banks and other financiers like fellows to have degrees these days, and encourage that little bunny of yours to accelerate completion of her business administration degree that she's doing part-time. Then your two can gradually take over running the business."

"Bunny?...Running the business?"

"Oh that bunny thing. Apparently Barron asked Bess straight out what was going on between you two and she looked at him in the eye and said you were going at it like bunnies. That really appealed to him."

"She said that to him?"

"Yes, what did you expect her to do – lie?"

"No, of course not. But she could have said..."

"My boy, her father thinks it's the funniest things she'd said to him since in that first year when she was beginning to talk and express herself."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm getting the impression you think everything between people is black and white; it's anything but. You accept that, don't you?"

"It's taking time, but I seem to becoming more in tune."

"Did you have a hard life as a kid?"

"Um, you could say that."

"Now, you keep you mouth shut about this, but Barron thinks you're the best salesperson he's ever come across – you're become his top performer in less that a year whereas it often takes some years to get into the groove, as he puts in. Then they who stay on only really begin to succeed when they have built up a loyal following to secure repeat business. You haven't had time to secure repeat business."

"I've had thirteen return clients."

"Thirteen!"

"Yep, eight came back to buy another vehicle and five traded in for the latest model after I phoned them."

Kevin grinned and shook his head.

"Barron says you've got a knack of selling people something they didn't know they wanted."

"Oh, they usually know what they want, Kevin, only they haven't been encouraged to focus on it. Incidentally, we're taking advance orders for the facelift model you're driving, can I..."

"Fuck off you, Benni – I'll decide when I want to upgrade, not you."

"Of course, definitely Kevin. I'm only pointing out opportunities. The resale value on your vehicle is beginning to slide, and there's nothing we can do about that. But in order to get a few samples of the new model running around town, we are prepared to offer a little incentive."

"What kind of incentive?"

"In your case Kevin, I'm prepared to upgrade you to all leather trim, the premier paint finish and, oh, toss in a hand crafted white and black calfskin golf bag with your name hand-tooled into the white leather section."

"Black and white leather, not white like the two pros have got, eh?"

"Yes, it looks more distinctive."

"I'll think about it."

"Good, drop in after we've finished here. I'm putting the order in for the golf bags on Monday and Barron wants one, but I'll make sure only yours is black and white."

"I know what's going on here, Benni."

"Of course you do, Kevin. It's your decision entirely. You don't want the improved upgrade model and your old golf bag has many more years of life left in it. Your decision entirely, so what do we do? Come to an agreement now or do you want to give more thought about these opportunities I've presented. 

"Who wants a flashier car anyway – the moment you drive it out of the door it's losing value. Of course most people who see you driving about in it don't know that.

"Now, let's get you another drink, Kevin." 

They watched the waitress approach.

"Doesn't she have nice tits?"

Kevin thought at least the boy got that one right.

"Same again, thanks Tina."

"Oh, by the way, Kevin, I'll know someone who'll take your current car. I'm prepared to offer you $500 above the indicative resale value I can show you on the computer."

"I'm on to you, Benni. I know what you're attempting to do."

"Yeah, you're too long in the tooth to be outsmarted by a young gun like me, Kevin. But I know you'll come to your own decision just as I know you'll sign up for the facelift model within the next hour. Nice doing business with you, pal."

"I haven't..."

"You wouldn't want to fib to me, would you Kevin? I rather look up to you as a role model."

"You're full of bullshit, Benni. Little wonder you're the top performing salesman. When do I take delivery of car and golf bag?"

FOURTEEN

Because the various wedding party clients booked into the salon had all gone through and to to experience their moments of delight as the groom and beautifully coiffured bride stood before the pastor, priest or Auntie Maud the celebrant, the hair salon was able to take mother and daughter for late simultaneous bookings at adjoining chairs.

"How is that boy really treating you, Bess?"

"He's a young man, mom."

"All right, young man."

"Very nicely, thank you."

"I mean is he tender towards you?"

"When we get going mom, we having such a cracking time I get so aroused that I can't decide if I'm Bess, a mess, or lost in space."

"I don't mean THAT. I mean when you're lounging around, just talking?"

"He's about as considerate and sensitive as you are to me, mom."

"Well, I'm not sure how to interpret that answer, my dear."

"He's fine mom, just like you; he rarely gets up my ass."

"Darling, really! There are other people listening."

"I was speaking figuratively, mom, but only you wouldn't know that."

There was a brief pause and coffee was delivered to them.

"Thank you, Annette."

"Thanks Annie."

There was another pause as they sipped, until...

"I visited his mom this morning."

"Good heavens. What's she like?"

"Not feminine like you, mom; she'd eat you for breakfast."

"You mean she does that judo stuff?"

"No, mom. She's a small mountain – six feet high, three foot across and she juts out her jaw and her hands are the size of bread and butter plates."

"My goodness."

"She told me Benni cried day and night when he was a baby so she put him out in the hen house at nights to sleep, so they could get to sleep."

The chatter in the salon stopped abruptly, the only sound was the shuffling of the hairdressers' feet and the snipping of scissors.

"My god, the rats."

"Apparently never touched him, mom; probably due to smelly nappies."

"That woman is inhuman."

"Steady on, mom, I've got the feeling I'm going to like her; you know where you are with her."

"Meaning?"

"Let's move on, mom. He burned down the schoolhouse, apparently trying to exorcise bad memories."

"Discipline at the school must have been lax."

"The sole teacher, a foul male, was psychologically assailing him as well as dipping his hands into the panties of some of the girls."

Even the shuffling sound of feet stopped.

"Oh dear."

"The Judge dismissed the firebug case, saying the boy had been intolerably provoked and was justified, though not lawfully, in trying to remove those horrible days from his mind."

"How remarkable – one would not expect to find a humane Judge like that these days. Is there anything else?"

"Some young women at college were having a dildo party..."

"A party - doesn't everyone use theirs in private?"

Everyone one in the salon nodded, except for two young hairdressers who shook their heads and two elderly clients whispering, "What's a dildo?"

"Is that all – scarcely seems a reason to justify the expulsion of the young man; he couldn't have even there as it would have been the female dorm."

"There's more, mom," said Bess, suddenly realizing that half the clients and all of the hairdressers were now grouped around her, listening.

Bess shrugged and continued; they wouldn't know it was Benni.

"He had been invited by one of the girls to the dorm at 9 o'clock provided he dressed in only a cape and wore a mask."

"Oh, I see, it was Halloween?"

"No, I figure it would have been several months after Halloween."

"He entered, excited the students and had sex with his girlfriend. Then another wanted some and another and so on. He brought all twelve young women to an orgasm – either true of faked – and then his girlfriend was back for more."

"Ooooooooh" and calls of 'Unbelievable" came from the women gathered around Bess and her mom. 

"I want him; he sounds super hot," giggled Annette.

"I still can't imagine what people would do at a dildo party – the thought I have makes me feel quite faint," Marlene said.

FIFTEEN

Benni arrive back from doing a demo, selling a brace of Trailblazers to a husband and wife. 

Barron beckoned his into his office.

"How did it go, boss – you're still standing," Benni grinned.

"She'd much too much for me," Barron winced and she doesn't want me back."

"But why? You've being going to the gym to tone up and you always eat well; you should have had horsepower to spare."

"Benni, she's a fucking vampire – she totally drained me, so much my balls feel like two dried peas. Then she had the gall to tell me I'm not mobile enough for her, sprawl over her too heavily and come much too fast. She's used to what she calls 'an elegant lover who is a long stayer'.

"Then the bitch kissed me and said there is no need to meet again. I feel totally humiliated."

"Well, she's vampire-like, isn't she?"

"Yeah."

"And you plug Marlene and presumably without complaint?"

"Yeah – she sometimes moans I'm into her too often."

"Well then, you're the man, Barron. Marlene is the gal you have to worry about but she's happy so you've the man. Marlene probably thinks you're the greatest stickman on the planet."

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks a lot Benni, I feel much better. Fuck that other bitch."

"Right on, Barron. Now, what did you want me for?"

Barron scowled.

"Benni, I've had a heap of people talk to me about you."

"Yeah, what about?"

Barron said the first was Marlene, telling Barron he had to fire Benni because he burned down a schoolhouse and was almost jailed for it and practically raped a whole dorm of senior students which is why he was thrown out of college in his final year.

"Are those allegations true, Benni?"

"Yeah, more or less. The Judge more or less ruled that I had justification for burning down that schoolhouse. I can get you the Judge's report and newspaper cuttings stating that I'd become a local hero for what I did. People wrote letters to newspapers saying that would have done the same thing had they been in my shoes."

"Really? Well, that explanation is good enough for me, Benni. It must have been a terrible time for you."

"Don't say that, boss. Everyone around here reckons you have no heart – you're ruining my image of you."

"Yeah, yeah Benni. This is serious stuff you know."

"I know, but one can still smile and even laugh, no matter how deep the shit gets."

"I guess so, but what about riding twelve babes in one session? I can't imagine how you'd be able to do that."

"Control, boss. You have to have the ability to keep it up, but you also have to exert control not to fire the cannon every time or even most of the time. Those senior babes were so hot they were only concentrating on getting themselves off and finding out it they could scream the loudest."

"And you were invited to be there?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"And none of the women left when they saw you nailing your girl friend?"

"No, they stood around either cheering or arguing who was going next."

"And you never forced yourself on any of them?"

"Boss, I've never had to do that if my life; once babes see my dick they want it."

"You're a very lucky man. Fuck sacking you, I envy you."

Benni shrugged and asked could he go. He was told to remain seated.

"Half an hour ago in comes Bess and with her mother still here, demands that I promote you to new vehicle salesman supervisor and allocate stock in the company."

"Why would I want stock?"

"To induce you to stay here to be with her."

"So long as she's offering me pussy...er...oops."

"That all right, Benni – you always tell it how it is. Bess always gets me around her finger so I've decided to recommend to the board that we allocate you $50,000 worth of stock which I'm buying back off Bert, as he wants to reduce his holding in the company.

"I don't have money like that."

"You'll be given five years to pay otherwise the allocated but upaid stock return to the company. Bess will be offering to manage your financial affairs to get them paid down much sooner, perhaps within two years."

"I'll have to work my ass off to generate that sort of income."

"I was hoping you'd say that," grinned Barron.

"I've spoken to Lane Kaplan and he's accepted an upgrade of car in return for you jumping over him as the senior salesman to the new position of assistant sales manager new vehicles – brackets, non commercial."

"Wow, thanks boss."

"You need to thank Kevin. He came moaning to me about you selling him an upgrade when he didn't really want it but conceded he'd made the decision, and you were very particular about telling him that. 

"Then Kevin got up my nose saying that you're tossing in a black and white calfskin golf bag whereas mine will be white just like the big guns at the golf club have from buying vehicles off you. I told him he was a fool buying a new car just to get an exclusive golf bag and he reckoned that was bullshit, that as soon as you began talking to him he realized he wanted that new model."

"Yeah, I'll thank him but I don't know what for?"

"Because I didn't want to issue new stock and when I was grouching about selling down some of my holding to make stock available to you, he offered to sell back some of his.

"Then, when I said I really didn't want to push Lane out of his seat as the new sales supervisor Bert said I should make you deputy sales manager which was a brilliant solution as we're hitting new records. New sales manager Stan Tippett is now completely into admin, without time to devote to sales training – practical as well as out in the field."

"Geeze, I do have to thank Kevin."

"It seems he's taken a shine to you – he and Maud never had kids you know, though they've got nieces and nephews, but none living near them. He wants to see you succeed just like he did, as he was a kid who broke out of real poverty."

"Oh, I didn't know that. What success did he have, he only drives a Chevy and even then not top of the line?"

"You're young, and still on a learning curve, Benni – never forget that. Bert could buy this dealership ten perhaps twenty times over. At one time he and his dad owned Mersey Oilfields and sold out to one of the big boys during the big fuel crisis. After pocketing those millions, he went out and bought a new set of tires for his eight-year-old car. Not everyone is what they seem, boyo."

Benni thanked Barron again.

"That's all right, son," said Barron slapping him on the back. "Oh crap, look at the time. We're meeting at the golf club at six for cocktails then early dinner. I've invited senior execs of the company and wives - they're all coming even though it's such late notice; makes you wonder what people usually do on Saturday night. Kevin is coming and Bess is asking the Slaters."

"I think she means the skaters."

"Whatever. Bess has taken a baby sitter out and is fetching back your dad and mom."

"Dad and mom at the golf club?"

"Yeah – I've told Bess to charge up a new suit and new dress to the company if your folk feel they need it."

"I-I don't know what to say."

"Say nothing. You've already thanked me twice."

SIXTEEN

Gladys had never used a non-family babysitter and was nervous above having one in the house, what with her mother's good china in the cabinet and her father's coin collection in the attic. 

She fretted until Bess arrived and Gladys was relived as she recognised the sitter – Mavis Young or Mavis Setter as was she was when they were at school together. Mavis had reared four boys so Gladys' two would be no problem for Marvis; she now had no fears about the good china and coin collection.

When Bess saw the size of Mr James she was glad she'd take an Avalanche from the pre-owned stock; he was huge. She'd need the V8 power to move these two giants!




Evil Benni Ch. 04



They were in their Sunday best but would look rather out of place at the golf club. Bess worked on Gladys, who stubbornly refused to have a new dress bought for her whereas Ross had said yep, providing the new suit was free; he was aware he should have replaced his suit years ago.

Bess knew she was beaten – they'd stop and get Ross into a new suit and perhaps people wouldn't notice Gladys – yeah not notice a six foot woman built like a barrel? Oh dear.

The words just slipped out: "Benni will be disappointed."

"What? Benni wants us dress in new clothes?"

"Yes Gladys, he does – he really does."

"He's paying for the clothes, not your motor shop?"

"Yes Gladys," sighed Bess. She hated lying.

"Right then, a new dress it is if they can find one that fits."

Bess knew not to go to the mall, which caters mainly for the young and the fashionable – slender fashionable. She went down MainStreet to 'Smithers and Son, outfitters to the nation.' 

The shop was just closing. Bess pressed to toot the horn but the blasted thing was wired to an air horn. She saw old Mr Smithers who was closing the door jump a foot into the air.

Old Mr Smithers took one look at Gladys and then looked at Ross through narrowed eyes. The suit he chose for Ross fitted almost perfectly – actually a little room for growth. The dress for Gladys, however, wouldn't quite go.

"You'll have to buy a corset."

"I don't wear corsets, never have, and never will. What folk see is me – all of me, and I don't want my insides squashed as I might yet have another baby."

"Huh?" went Ross is astonishment.

"Do you wear a corset, young lady?" asked Old Mr Smither.

"Only when wearing a ball gown when I wish to look young and sleek."

"Is that the truth, Bess?" challenged Gladys, who was surprised how rapidly Bess moved over to feel the texture of Ross's suit.

"Well, you better wrap me up in one of those confounded things. I've no idea of how to do it."

"Madam, I'm a man."

"I can see that – I suppose your female staff have gone. Just do it, otherwise you'll be making us late to be with our son."

"Very well, madam, I'll try not to look. I can't see why the young lady can't help you."

"Because she's never been near a corset in her life – with a body like that why would she need to?"

"Exactly madam; well said I should think. A beautiful body."

"Listen buster, watch your mouth. That lady is going to become my daughter."

"Yes, madam, let us remove these top clothes of yours."

"All right, but just watch where your hands are going. One slip and it's goodnight nurse for you."

"Of course, madam. What else could I rightfully expect?"

They were the last to arrive.

"Hi Benni," said his mother, trying to sound very modern.

"Are you okay mom, you've lost weight?"

"Just for tonight, dear. Now introduce me to the big boss and his filly."

"His wife, mom. They've been married for years and are Bess's parents.

The introductions were made. Barron greeted Ross warmly, as they knew each other from Tuesday night snooker. Barron then made the mistake of giving Gladys a hearty handshake but received back a power grip that made his eyes water. 

Marlene trembled as she placed her dainty hand into the Ross's huge paw and was amazed how delicate the handshake was.

"Omigawd, omigawd," boomed the voice of Gladys as she was introduced to Bert Wheeler. "Albert Wheeler, one of the greatest sporting heroes of this region."

Everyone in the clubhouse stood and clapped. 

Bert acknowledged the attention gracefully and said loudly, "Gladys was my greatest fan."

She received a handclap and looked ever so pleased.

An hour later when everyone in the party was seated in the dinning room Barron made the simple announcement: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are here tonight as guests of the company to celebrate the appointment this afternoon of Benni James as deputy sales manager, brackets, non-commercial – a new position in this company. Congratulations Benni."

Everyone clapped and Barron then invited the deputy-chairman of the company to say a few words.

Kevin Saunders delivered a witty speech, explaining how earlier that day he'd been convinced by Benni that he needed to upgrade his car.

He recited the story poker-faced, added exactly how he felt coming under pressure yet it didn't seem like pressure.

People were still laughing when Kevin finished. He called for order. 

"Benni is becoming a stockholder in the company. At a brief meeting of directors a few minutes ago it was agreed that Benni be appointed a director of the company, filling the vacancy caused by the recently resignation of Dr Lewis who has left the country to live in Hawaii."

Benni, his parents and Bess along with most present, sat with their mouths open momentarily.

"You're going up in the world son," boomed his mother proudly.

"Speech, speech," the gathering chanted and Barron called on him to say a few words.

"Barron my confidante, your lovely wife Marlene, endearing daughter Bess, the dark horse Kevin Saunders who you all should know is always in the market for a new car (laughter), my tough but loveable mom and my steadfast dad – that takes care of the brass, so thanks everyone for being here to enjoy this moment with me. I'll not let you down. 

"I had no idea of the directorship and suppose I must accept it, so I guess the champagne is on me. Could you please organize it Bess while I give my thanks personally to your mom and dad and Kevin. Thank you."

Kevin stood, flicking at his eyes, as the assembly sang 'For He's A Jolly Good Fellow'.

Five hours later, when in bed with Bess, he lay slumped with an arm over his eyes.

"I can't believe this, Bess. It's never happened to me before. I always get a stiffy including when I don't want it to show."

"Hush, darling – wait till the morning. You've had an awfully big day with a hugely emotional ending this evening. It's all been a little too much for you. Evil Benni indeed; you are my little angel."

Benni managed a grin: "Thank goodness you said angel. For a moment I thought you were going to say bunny."

TO BE CONTINUED... 



Evil Benni Ch. 05



Respectability is beginning to close in around Benni. He is given another task more suited to a much older and experienced specialist in the field of strategic business development. Benni's approach is ad hoc but he does get assistance from a beautiful woman who works for the enemy – the mall. With Benni being Benni the hero is bound to pull this one off, but how?

SEVENTEEN

Benni 'Mr Popularity' James was driving to his workplace from his new apartment three weeks after his promotion, still amazed that life could be so sweet. People actually smiled when they saw him coming toward them and to his mom he was now 'Dear Benni'.

Bess had moved in with him; he really considered himself fortunate and first the first time in his life had moments when he was thinking he was being regarded as a good guy...an amazing turnaround.

Approaching work he could see the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance.

"Fuck, we've had a break-in and someone's hurt."

"You can't go in there son," said a cop guarding the main door.

"I work here," said Benni, showing his personalized business card with photo.

The gathering was at Barron's office and Benni was allowed in.

"He's been calling for someone called Benni; this guy's Benni James."

"Let him in," said a medic.

Barron was on a stretcher, head bandaged and face bloodied and arm in a splint. He was barely conscious.

"Talk to him Benni, but make it quick; we want him in hospital but as far as we can tell here he should be okay."

"Benni," croaked Barron, spitting out some blood. "The bastard had a knuckleduster."

"Who?"

"Get them away."

Benni asked the medic who'd spoken to him to move the people back a bit. They moved but if anything the cops moved in closer. Benni leaned over Barron.

"Her husband, Benni. Broke through the rear entry – the alarms were switched off of course. Said he'd become suspicious of her and was having her tailed. He'd come to warn me off. The fucking Chief of Police did this to me Benni, I recognized him. I only got a couple of punches in and that was the end of me. Warn her, Benni, but watch yourself."

"Right, I'll get the alarms changed and change the electronic code on the safe as you suggested, Barron," said Benni in a loud voice, giving the impression Barron had been briefing him about security.

Barron was taken away.

A detective wanted to interview Benni but first he phoned Marlene who screamed and said she'd go straight to the hospital.

"Take care driving, urged Benni." Pick us Bess on the way; I'll phone her and she'll be waiting for you outside our new apartment – got the address. Good, that's it. Let her drive. As I said, the medics reckon he's going to be okay." 

Benni was questioned by the detective for almost ten minutes.

"I reckon Barron got beaten up like that because he refused to give the code to open the safe," he said. "Then something must have disturbed him or them. Who called you cops?"

"Mr Pfeiffer did when regaining consciousness."

Barron was kept in hospital for forty-eight hours but no concussion or sign of internal bleeding eventuated.

Late at night on the day of the attack, Benni went to see an old school buddy, Hal Beamish, who managed to finish high school despite four suspensions. Hal now had a police record that included on jailing safe-blowing and getting away with $15,000, of which only $1300 was recovered.

"You caught me just as I was going to bed," grinned Hal. The woman scowled at Benni and walked off.

"What brings you here with those beers, my old pal?"

Benni drove back home very pleased with his session with Hal. He now had the technical knowledge to make a gas explosion inside a house look like it was accidental. He now only had to make three decisions: When to do it, how to make sure Bette Lucas and any pets were not inside the house and whether he wanted her police chief husband to be approaching the house when the big bang occurred so that he experienced his vulnerability.

"Yuk, you smell of beer," Bess said, when he climbed into bed. "You'll have to wait till morning for your aerobics. Dad's fine – reckons robbery was the motive. He's pleased as punch because on the TV clip he was described as 'The charismatic Chevy dealer Barron Pfeiffer."

"I'm glad he's fine, I'll visit him in the morning."

Before going to the hospital Benni, driving a gray compact he'd taken from the pre-owned lot, parked across the street from the Police Chief's home and pretended to be reading a newspaper. A couple of minutes later he drove off cursing, because of a double whammy. 

The first was there were TV monitors on very high poles at both the front and back of the house and no doubt there were exterior infrared scanners. He'd not been prepared for this although Hal had briefed him about ordinary house alarms; obviously the police valued their chief and had him well protected. 

The second thing was there was no gas box near the front of the property – he'd stupidly had assumed the Lucas' would have had gas for heating and stove top cooking like most other people. What a fuckup!

That night, after Bess's aerobics workout stretched him to near limits, he left the bed when she fell asleep and took a mug of coffee on to the deck.

You stupid sod, he thought. You went in to dent Lucas's rump like a brainless amateur – you're getting soft, losing your natural cunning at counter-attack.

He'd enrolled at university on-line to finish his bachelor's degree in sales and marketing and reading the onsite information for part-time students with a busy work and home life, a particular message came through very strongly – plan, plan, plan.

That's it; he needed to hatch a plan about how to get Lucas. He'd not done that, yet he'd planned how to warn Bette Lucas that she was under surveillance and executed that plan which went very smoothly. He simply went to the department store and paid a clerk twenty bucks to phone Bette. That caller then said she was handing the phone over to her department manager.

"No names," said Benny as Bette picked up the phone. "Wrong bra type, remember?"

"I do," she said calmly.

"Himself has you under surveillance."

Benni heard Bette's sharp intake of breath as he put the receiver down. It was very unlikely her calls were being monitored 24/7 by eavesdroppers, and when Scumbag Lucas checked incoming calls for his wife he'd see this one as coming from the department store where he wife spent a fortune; he'd think nothing of it.

Now, sitting on the deck watching the moon rise, Benni knew he needed a plan that would not lead any police investigation to him or Barron or bring Nancy Lucas under suspicion.

For days he grappled with the problem – only for an hour or so, but he found it taxing, so frustrating.

"Are you getting too much sex – you appear to be getting grumpy?" Bess had asked, quite seriously. Oh shit; cut off the supply and I'll be really grumpy, though Benni.

"Let's meet for a sandwich at lunchtime and we'll look around for a wee present for you."

"Wee?"

"If you open those legs more frequency I'll make it a big present."

"Oh yes, yes! How big is big?"

Well, that was easy. Why can't I knock over Scumbag Lucas that easy?

While Bess was trying on a little black dress at lunchtime, Benni picked up one of those muckraking newspapers the girl serving Bess had been reading. The front cover picture showed a man trying to shield his face from the camera and the over-line screamed: 'Politician Betrays Wife'.

A huge grin spread over Benni's face: if Lucas wasn't getting it regularly from his wife, he'd be getting it elsewhere.

Benni took Barron to lunch and told him the plan.

"Brilliant, you're a genius Benni; if it comes off he's finished and won't even consider us being behind such an exposé. Even if it doesn't come off I'm prepared to pay big for the initial investigation. Brilliant, Benni. I'm thinking of putting you into a Corvette with all options."

"No thanks, boss. I like my Old Faithful too much."

"Then I'll send you and Bess on a Second Honeymoon to Hawaii."

"We haven't had our first yet."

"Oh. Neither you have – you two seem so much like young marrieds I forgotten."

Benni looked worried.

"For fuck sake, Barron. Don't joke about that to the women; that would trigger wedding bells."

Benni's plan was brilliant. Hire a detective agency to find if the Police of Chief has a regular girlfriend and to take that information to a drop-off point to be collected by the unidentified client. No use leaving any scent around! 

Stage two was a mystery caller (Benni)using a public call phone giving full details to that trash newspaper he'd read recently in the dress store. The newspaper would then allocate the assignment to a stringer photographer who'd work her/his guts out trying to get the photograph as she/he would only be paid on results and in this case hugely, as the photograph would be on-sold to other media.

Three weeks latter the photograph was published under the heading, 'Horny Police Chief Betrays Beautiful Wife' and next day the photograph appeared in other newspapers and on TV, along with film clips and photographs of the ashen-faced Chief Lucas being arrested, after resigning his job. He was then charged with consorting with an unlicensed prostitute, which was a holding charge while he was being investigated on suspicion of corruption in allowing call girls to operate unchalleged by the police.

A week later Bess and Benni flew to Hawaii with Bess, sprawled in her first-class seat drinking champagne, saying: "I feel as if I'm on my honeymoon.

Fear tickled the pit of Benni's stomach, it being the first time she'd made such a reference. Hopefully it was the champagne talking; this was her sixth refill, his fifth.

EIGHTEEN

At the monthly meeting of the executive of the business and professional association (Bus-Pro), nine membership applications were approved, on the recommendation of the recently appoint CEO. 

Acting president Marty Brancato was confirmed as president which left his vacated position of vice-president to be filled.

"We need a strong personality, someone tough who can call the shots and kick butt when the response is poor, said Bert Wheeler. "I believe I have found such a man to work alongside Mick our CEO and President Marty to get this association back to its dominant position of steering the development of this city. Our influence has been severely eroded by those faceless bureaucrats at City Hall led by thjat arrogant self-serving Mayor Josephs.

"I move that we accept this late nomination, moved by member Nstton Pfeiffer and seconded by myself. A late nomination is allowed under Membership Rule 29.13.7."

The motion was carried unanimously. 

The president then invited Bert to outline the attributes of the latest nominee, Benni James.

Next morning Ross James was skimming the newspaper before heading off to work.

"Look at this dear."

Gladys came over and read the item under the photo of her son.

"Vice-pres..."

Thump, she collapsed on to the floor.

Ross poured some milk over her face, thinking his coffee was too hot.

"Why the hell did you do that?" spluttered Gladys as Ross helped her to her feet.

"I once read it's what you do when people faint."

"You're supposed to use cold water," complained Gladys.

"Our son's going to be famous one day, isn't he?"

"Once I would have disagreed with that," said Gladys. "But now I think Evil Benni had come of age."

In Hawaii, Bess lay on the bench, sore in the crotch from over-use. They had been having a great time. She was watching Benni at last catching a ride on his board under the encouragement of his instructress, whose bra and thong were obscenely small. Bess's phone alarm went; she read the email with delight.

Bess saw that sexy instructor kiss Benni goodbye, full on the lips with her left leg bent, off the ground, and thought your next lesson is with a male instructor, my boy. She knew it wasn't Benni's fault really that he was getting this attention but he'd being working very hard at the gym over the past few months and it was really showing. Gawd, she only had to watch him walking away from her and she felt a big stirring coming on.

Benni flopped down beside Bess, kissed her and asked how the over-use syndrome was going. He was ignored.

"Got an email from Marlene. You are now a member of Bus-Pro and have been named as its new vice-president"

"What? I didn't have a nomination submitted and anyway I haven't a clue what the association does."

"Its biggest problem is to protect its funds, but you're already solved that leakage for them. Executive members have remembered that when voting you in; it was a three-way contest as you would have seen. Its business is serving members, dealing with the interconnecting political ramifications on business and the promotion of the activities of association members as a whole."

Benni looked at Bess almost in awe.

"It sounds as you should be the new vice-president."

"Thank you darling, but I must keep myself free in case of other family duties arise."

That perplexed Benni. What other 'family duties'? Slowly it dawned on him: there could only be two substantially impacting circumstances: Death or disability of either one or both or her parents or...he paused, feeling almost overwhelmed: Pregnancy. She was at it again – nudge, nudge, wink, wink. This underhand pressure was almost becoming too much.

Three weeks later, at the first meeting of the business and professional association executive, Benni realized he was on show. Those who had supported his nomination wanted to see him perform well, those supporting one of the other two contenders would hope to see him shaft himself. Not a setting akin to a walk in the park.

During discussion on the business viability of the central business district, where almost all of members derived their income, it was stated that with few exceptions businesses overall were doing very well.

"What do you say, Benni?" asked Ritchie Smart who'd backed Ralph Zachary for the vice-presidency.

"I'm sure the meeting is not interested to hear from the new boy," Benni said nervously.

"We expect our VP to be constantly engaged in and hands-on approach to matters affecting the livelihood of members," said Ralph.

"Steady on, Ralph, give him time to find his feet," admonished President Marty, though smiling .

"Come on, Marty," countered Ralph. "We don't want deadwood occupying chairs around this table. Our charter states we shall strive to be a progressive society."

"Okay, Ralph," said Benni, accepting the challenge. "We all know that you have three good performing businesses in MainStreet and you are deputy-Mayor of this city. You assume you are the biggest operator in the area, apart from the neighboring mall as a total business operation. 

Do you wish me to continue?"

"You've got those facts right, so proceed."

"MainStreet business has slumped 3.9% in reported turnover in the past 12 months whereas turnover at the mall has jumped 5.3%, taking business off us and adjoining strip shopping centers. Unless we can reverse that trend MainStreet business, which includes businesses on the peripheral within 200 yards of MainStreet and includes the company with which I am associated, face business paralysis.

"Fortunately, not all will be afflicted – my company obviously being one of the exceptions as you only have to look to see our new service centre has doubled in size and our showroom is currently being extended.

"Unfortunately, many of our members will just sit and wait, sit and wait, hoping that turnover will improve, although aware that just like bathwater, once the plug has been pulled the water runs out.

"Ralph, there are two dine in/take-out businesses, members of our association, that exceed the turnover of not one, but all three of your businesses. There is one professional business that has half the turnover of your largest unit and Ralph, my boss's company has a turnover three times the size of your stated business turnover. That is something I do not wish to boast about, but Ralph, four years ago the turnover of Pfeiffer Chevrolet was only one third the reported turnover of your three businesses. So what we need here is a working party to investigate what's happening, and how can we work collectively to reverse this trend.

"We all think we know the problems/solutions, but our opinions differ, so we need some solid information, analysis and recommendations to place before our members if we want authorization to spend on a solid repair job.

"President Marty, I move than a five-person working party be formed with Ralph being appointed a member of that group and to convene it."

The president called for a seconder and Ritchie Smart seconded the two-part motion.

The meeting broke up almost an hour later. 

On the way out Benni expressed satisfaction to himself with his maiden performance, particularly as the elder statesman of the Bus-Pro Kevin Saunders had not been there to back him up. Bess had been going on so much about 'fabulous Hawaii' that Kevin had taken two nieces and two nephews with him to see for himself.

Marty and Michael (Mick) Smith-Wells were talking near the door, and Marty called Benni over.

"Very impressive performance, Benni," said Marty. "What surprises is that you obviously feel strongly about this but didn't hint that you wanted to head the investigating team, quite the reverse. Like to tell us why?"

"Well, it seems to me anyone can investigate anything but in this case our members will be looking for solid recommendations from a solid-looking team before they front up with extra bucks – and this thing is going to take big bucks to fix. I picked Ralph would be the biggest opponent to full-on action; he's got a big mouth and some influential cronies around him. So I thought he's the guy to carry the sword."

"Jesus, that's brilliant, Benni – risky but I see it as brilliant. What do you reckon Mick?"

"Actually Marty, it's a tactic taught at business schools and probably other schools as well, loosely described if you can't move the elephant off the mountain, move the mountain instead. I agree in this case it's risky, but it's up to you to push Ralph along, boss."

"Oh, thank you, Mick. Like to join Mick and me for a drink, Benni?"

"Don't mind if I do, Marty. Are you including Ralph?"

"No, don't think so. Did you play with matches when you were a kid, Benni? You seem to enjoy lighting fires."

They all laughed, Marty slapping Benni on the back. 

Benni had this desire to tell a certain person about his debut at Bus-Pro, so went in the restroom at the bar sent off an email to his unofficial godfather – Kevin Saunders, presently in Hawaii.

On the way home Benni called in to see Barron, whose facial wounds had left only faint scars, most of which were partially masked by gathering skin wrinkles from premature ageing of a heavy drinker. Barron and Marlene were out in the rear garden drinking martinis, watching the sunset.

"Smart move with Ralph, good to have him as the front man, but you better get in there and do some digging yourself, my boy. You appear good at that. Take all the time you need."

Benni was pleased to hear that, but what almost floored him was Marlene. She'd sat listening, not saying a word while her husband kept trying to pull more information from Benni about the meeting.

All she said was, "I'm proud of you Benni."

"You've been drinking, but at least it's not beer," said Bess, greeting Benni's arrival warmly.

"Why are you turning the oven down? Why are you carrying me off to bed so early, dinner is almost ready?

"Oooooh, that was lovely, kiss me like that again."

NINETEEN

Basically, Benni's approach to anything is 'full ahead' so it was typically full throttle with an economic appraisal of the business viability of MainStreet and environs extended to include the mall. The overal appraisal was a huge undertaking, far too large for one person even working at it fulltime. But Benni wasn't interested in the overall picture, he zeroed into a small sector of the big picture.




Evil Benni Ch. 05



Benni drew up a plan, looked at it repeatedly, made some adjustments and was finally satisfied. He emailed a tutor at university and two days later was authorization to change his final term paper: The title was now 'MainStreet Survival – Problems and Programmed Solutions'. 

Benni had decided his MainStreet investigations offered an academic advantage to him: killing two birds with one stone. Drowsy MainStreet of course, was unaware what was about to hit it, not that anyone will know much until the plan to advance MainStreet is finally unveiled.

Ralph and the working party, of which he is a member, would approach everything under Ralph's direction, but Ralph seemed to be a guy who liked to talk rather than act, so Benni knew he needed to do extra-curricular work himself. 

The problem would be to get his individual report accepted and considered by the working party, but he even had a plan for that, and that involved lighting a shocking fire, so to speak.

The plan called for a study of three selected businesses and the mall, the mall being the hardest nut to crack as mall management builds a virtual strong room around sales, marketing and promotional figures. Retailers sign documents promising to keep mall business secret. The sales figures released publicly were given as percentages – but percentages of what? The figures are damn useless, grumbled Benni.

The three MainStreet businesses he chose were partly influenced by the fact that the proprietors were bound to be cooperative participants in Benni's research project – they were Pfeiffer Chevrolet (Barron and Marlene Pfeiffer) for numerous reasons, one being it was currently the most dynamic business in the city, Wheelers' Sports and Cycles (Bert Wheeler) as a prime example of a rundown business being revitalized, and McKenzie's Haberdashery (Elsie and Martha McKenzie) as a business going down the gurgler.

The mall – that bastion of confidential business; Benni chose to try to crack that one through the way he knew best – with his dick.

Redhead Alexis Hope was working at her laptop unaware she was being studied. She was a former college cheerleader, had a master's degree in marketing and promotion and was married to the darling of late-nighters, Billy G. Evans, host of the widely syndicated TV show, 'After Midnight'.

In the reception area of mall management, Benni yawned and watched Alexis put away her laptop and pick up the phone.

"Mrs Hope will see you now, Mr James," said the pretty and smartly dressed young assistant. 

Following her flashing legs, Benni realized he'd never decided whether he liked seamed stockings. At this moment he'd come closer to making that decision.

"Please sit down, Mr James," said Alexis beautifully, flashing big bucks of dental architecture at him through a near perfect mouth. The only trouble was the green eyes were far from warm.

"I'm here to talk about a joint promotion," said Benni smoothly. "But first I'd like to be personal, but not too personal. Do you suffer stiffness, even soreness in the back?"

One, two, three, four, five...oh shit, thought Benni, as the green eyes searched his face, I've blown it. She's not going to reply, she'll ask me to state my business and then tell me to fuck off in the nicest possible way she can manage without spitting. 

"As a matter of fact I do."

She smiled as Benni's face lit up.

"Toss out this desk and replace it with one that lowers your working space to an adjustable height to suit keyboarding.

"I glimpsed you at your laptop and thought, that babe's typing at a height that can only do harm to her back. I must give her some friendly advice."

"Babe?" asked the victim, smiling thinly. "My published profile gives my age at 36."

"We can add two years to that," grinned Benni. "At the same time I can say as some sort of authority, that well-made babes retain that status all their lives – good construction always remains good construction."

"And I am good construction, as you put it?"

The pendulum had swung back Benni's way. He allowed his eyes to slowly roam the parts of her body he could see above her desk. He counted one, two, three, four, five. Then he saw it; she shifted her body, either indicating a little nervousness or possibly the opposite, beginning to reach for a baseball bat to wallop him.

"Definitely."

"Is that all?"

"Definitely."

"Then please state your business, Mr James. And thank you for being so kind, but I like this desk. I shall get a computer trolley."

"Not the right decision."

"And why not?"

Benni could see her interest growing. Would she be thinking this is a young guy on the make but at least he seems to know what he's talking about. 

"Because of the lightweight construction and small footprint of a trolley there is vibration at best, off-putting shakiness at worst. Using your desk is superior – and easier on your back – to work at than to swinging around in your chair to use a trolley or even a side desk extension.

"Well, that gives me something to think about. Thank you. And the nature of your business, Mr James? I see from your card you sell cars, so I shall be able to terminate this business call. Sadly for you, I am not requiring a new vehicle; I take what mall management gives me."

"Oh, tut-tut. There ought to be a solution to that unsatisfactory state of affairs."

"I find the 4X4 vehicle they provide is quite satisfactory."

"Quite satisfactory is not good enough for a babe."

"I would rather you..."

"May I invite you to dinner this evening at midnight?"

Alexis's face delivered a mixed message and that pleased Benni, believing that he was in with a chance. He interpreted the changing facial expression as going from annoyance through surprise to curiosity but underpinned with hostility.

"Why midnight?" 

That was the curiosity at work. He leaned forward as he focused to respond quickly. Keeping her a little surprised and confused by his audacity would allow him to turn the final screw.

"Because you husband works from midnight."

"Do you know my husband?"

"No."

"Well he leaves home just before eight as he must prepare for the show."

"Then dinner at eight."

"I really don't know, this is..."

"As this is a working dinner I think it preferable that you meet me at Antonio's - I'll get the time changed to eight."

"You have the booking already?"

Benni stood up and stepped towards the door, still facing the curious-faced director of mall promotion.

"Certainly Mrs Hope. An astute businesswoman like yourself should not find that surprising and after all it is a business meeting to discuss confidential matters including a business arrangement to your advantage for which mall management will be very pleased, but individuals will be pea green with envy."

"Thank you," Mr James.

"Till eight, then?"

"Perhaps," she said coolly, face impassive but those green eyes still trying to read him.

Benni was at the bar at Antonio's at 7:50 waiting for his guest and knowing she'd come as she and her assistant will have checked up on him and Mrs Hope will now know his link with the enemy – the MainStreet business machine, Bus-Pro.

She arrived precisely at eight, looking dressed down which didn't surprise him. She sat beside him and Benni ordered a lemon-scented vodka on the rocks for her and a dry martini for himself, catching the fleeting surprised look on her face as he looked in the mirror behind the bar. She now knew he'd been researching her, right down to her favorite drink.

"Do you think you are Mr Superior?"

That triggered Benni's alarm: a question like that meant she was a little annoyed, probably thinking he was out to seduce her. Time to be very careful.

"You've found out about me so why would I fake being a cool dude?"

Alexis colored slightly, being tossed two truths in one question.

"Okay, I'll admit I checked on you, I was not going to expose myself to a total stranger."

"Expose yourself?" Benni asked deadpanned.

Alexis turned brick red.

"Christ, you use your aggression expertly."

"Oh, please accept my apology. It was unintentional – almost unintentional."

"That's a dog of an apology."

"I am a dog."

"Now that fits your profile."

"Now who ought to be apologizing?"

"I'm sorry, that was a bit below the...er. It was a little rude."

Benni looked at her; the crisis was over. She'd decided to stay and have dinner.

"May I call you Alexis?"

"Please do – I wanted to suggest that when you were in my office as it's a long time that someone has genuinely called me a babe."

"That's shocking! What's wrong with the world today? What about your husband?"

She'd given Benni the opening he was looking for, and he seized it, being a guy who is a little unscrupulous.

"My half husband."

Benni boggled; he'd not come across that term.

"That means?" " That I involuntarily am sharing him with another woman, but not a stranger; she is my sister."

"Jesus!"

"Exactly the word I used when I found out and could speak again. I then used the word bitch and other words I cannot repeat in front of a gentleman."

"Thank you," smiled Benni. "It can be a hard life, can't it?"

"Indeed, as you would well know."

A waitress approached with two menus and said Benni's table was ready whenever he was.

Before standing, Alexis changed the subject: "What is the nature of this business dinner."

"Let's go to our table," Benni said abruptly. "This area is too public."

The waitress marked herself up for a bigger tip by appearing in front of them as Benni helped Alexis off her stool. He was going to pull his arm away but suddenly it was locked under her arm. He had no problem with that.

At the table he said: "Don't talk, just listened – okay?"

"Okay, Benni."

He said she would be aware he was with the enemy, the Bus-Pro. She nodded, looking quite unconcerned.

Benny said he wanted information from her and she'd be rewarded for it in a legitimate manner. 

He'd not ask her to go anywhere near the borderline that could lead to her being accused of betraying her employer or going deeper into the criminal realm of commercial espionage which was a felony.

"That I accept and may I say I did not take you for a fool who'd think he could seduce me into becoming a blabbermouth."

"I had not thought of seduction as a tool."

"Oh yeah," smirked Alexis, then began giggling. "You should see your face – it' the look of a boy caught with a finger in the cookie jar."

It was Benni's turn to blush. He was so concerned at having been caught out lying that he missed the hint coming from Alexis that she might be interested in more than a business chat. Benni honestly believes that most women are sluts; in Alexis' case he already had assumed the sluttishness was buried deeply.

Pressing on, Benni said all he wanted were figures in percentages – rather than primary figures. That was consistent with the way mall management issued business figures publicly.

"What information do you seek?"

"The mall has been open nine years – so I want graphs showing the residency locations of mall shoppers over the past nine years. You will have that information through customer surveys and hard data from delivery addresses, credit checks and whatever."

"We do, but mall management hasn't released such information."

"Yes, I know – I just want you to release it to me for my research and then for you to advise me how MainStreet and mall trading could be better aligned for a more beneficial co-existence."

"But the mall and MainStreet are at loggerheads, always have been."

"I know that, but why?"

"One word, 'money'."

"Yes, but that's mostly historical – the dust began to settle surely within the first five years. There has been a natural development of co-existence irrespective of the two management administrations."

"I would concede that, but knives are still drawn."

"Yes, Alexis, but that's the old brigade – what about the new breed of retailer?"

"Yes, indeed. The fact you are I are talking is indicative of that."

"All right, I'm prepared to co-operate with grave reservations, but will proceed if I deem it to the ultimate benefit of mall managers but particularly to our retailers."

"That's great, Alexis. Let's start with the wine – red or white."

"French champagne if this is to be the start of a seduction, otherwise iced-water with lemon."

Benni looked up and their waitress was already on her way over. Benni ordered a jug of iced-water with lemon and as the waitress walked away he added, "And a bottle of Bollinger's, please." 

He felt the toe of Alexis shoe resting just against his leg below his trouser cuff; but despite that Benni knew this was not going to be an easy pushover.

He was wrong about that. As they left the restaurant and the cool air hit them, Alexis said: "This champagne has hit me, I better wait for a while before driving. Come sit with me in my car and cuddle me."

Fifteen minutes later Alexis shifted the car to the darkest corner of the parking lot. She climbed over Benni and asked him get his trousers opene. He readily obliged, and then his hands burrowed in under the top of her dress and under her bra.

"I really don't think we should be doing this," sighed Alexis, dripping pussy juice over his trousers and some splattering his dick.

"You're okay, babe, you're just nervous as it's a long time since you've been a slut."

"It's not that, Benni, I haven't been unfaithful since my marriage and you are not free as well – you're running with Mr Pfeiffer's daughter."

Benni gritted his teeth, diverting his cockhead as she dropped her dripping cunt towards it.

"Hold it babe – here we go, back to your seat, he said, his face screwing with effort as he lifted her over the divider of her Lexus.

"Oh Benni," she wailed, "I didn't mean to spoil it for you."

"Don't make a sacrifice over me, babe and I have no desire to corrupt you."

"Oh Benni, oh Benni," she howled.

"Shhhhh, Alexis. You're with a friend. Calm down and be happy. I'll go home and get a shot away and I'll feel all better. You can use your dildo or fist. I'm sorry I chickened out at the last second, but you did mention Bess, though not be name."

"Oh damn, can I just suck it then?"

"Okay – be my guest, honey. I'm going to enjoy this."

They talked for the next two hours.

"I'll tell you what you want to know, Benni. I know it is professionally unethical of me but that's only according to the general concepts of ethics. I truly believe that at the end of the day, if you ring true with your intentions and don't dishonor me, our retailers will be better off."

"Now, I feel you better zip up and go. I have enjoyed your company very much and feel your CV should be re-written with the title: A near-honorable man."

Benni grinned.

"If only you knew Alexis, Bess is rather cute, deserving of consideration."

"If you don't know how deeply you realize that Benni, you are thick and don't deserve her. You did an amazing thing tonight – I've never known a man to turn aside a fuck at the point of fusion."

"Huh?"

"Think about it Benni."

"Right, but listen. I said you would be rewarded – but it will be ethically. Pfeiffer Chevrolet will present mall management with a standard Corvette coupe or convertible, your pick, with only two conditions - that you are the sole driver of the car and that it has a 2-inch high signs sponsored by Pfeiffer Chevrolet on both front doors and a 6-in high sign at the rear. 

"The vehicle will cost mall management factory price but will take care of all other charges to deliver it to you at the mall, which photographers present of course. "A Corvette?" "Only the best for you, babe."

TWENTY

Benni arrived home at midnight and made the mistake of not showering.

"You smell of a woman," cried Bess, waking up feeling her top hip being stroked. "You beast. Get out of my bed!"

It was Benni's bed actually, but he slunk off to the guest room, ashamed with himself. He'd as good as fucked Alexis, although there had been no penetration. He'd forgotten about her leakage on to him.

Bess came into breakfast calm but dresolute.

"I'm finished with you Benni. "I'm staying to pack up this morning. I'm prepared to remain friends but am leaving you; this relationship is leading nowhere."

"It may in due course."

"That's exactly what I mean, Benni."

"Perhaps you should undergo counseling." Bess was astounded.

"Me, Benni! Haven't you got your thinking a little misdirected?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh for goodness sake, Benni, fuck off to work and tell my parents the news. You'll be fired for sure. I'm sorry, but I've had enough. I won't lift a finger to help you save your career."

"Then it's a very good morning to you, Bess. Thank you for your time with me; you've done heaps for me, Bess. But the truth is I'm not ready to marry and you'll find a much better guy than me to give your ever-lasting happiness. I've never lasted at anything."

"Thank you Benni. You've given me many happy times as well, and I've enjoying fucking with you day and night. But now please go. I wish to cry without you."

At the office Benni called a meeting in Barron's office.

For once in his life he felt overpowered, with Barron and Marlene sitting in front of him looking like executioners, but the truth was they were concerned that he looked so devastated.

"What is it Benni?" asked Barron encouragingly.

"Bess and I have split up, she says it's terminal."

"Oh, is that all; I knew it wouldn't last. I thought you were going to tell us you had cancer."

"Marlene!"

"What, Barron? Don't give him any sympathy, he's a pig with women and he knows it."

"Please accept my resignation; you'll get it in writing."

"Sit the fuck down, Benni, you're going nowhere. Just because you're no longer fucking my daughter doesn't mean you have to split on Marlene and me."

"I-I..."

"He's quite right Benni," said Marlene, coming over and putting Benni's head into her bosom. "Sadly, you'll find another woman and then another and then another while our Bess finds the perfect man to marry who she will never love as she does you. Barron is right, Benni, you're going nowhere. You're family."

Benni walked from the office reeling. He'd entered as a cad and came out smelling of roses. If he'd been Bess's father he'd butt-kicked her two-timing boyfriend out of town. 

Two weeks later Benni had all the information he needed from Alexis. When they finished their final strategic meeting they kissed – like friends. He'd not told her Bess had finished with him. 

"Goodbye, Benni," she said. "I guess will run into each other from time to time."

He just loved that touching moment, tears running down her cheeks. It was rare for a woman to cry over him, although Trish Johnson had been a notable exception. Her marriage to Bert Wheeler was scheduled for the end of the month.

Two mornings later Benni opened business news section in the newspaper. The front page photo was of Alexis being handed the keys by a grinning Barron Pfeiffer to a bright yellow Corvette. Behind the car was a half circle of grinning mall management executives.

The enemy or business associates. Benni was about to light a fire that could change nine years of business adversity. 

TO BE CONCLUDED... 



Evil Benni Ch. 06



With Bess gone from his bed, Benni devotes himself to pulling various parties together to moving in a positive direction for parallel business development. He must win over Ralph who is holding a back-stabbing knife with Benni's name on it. Will Bess return to Benni's bed, or will he find someone else – the swine! Will she find someone else? This story appears to be going nowhere, but beware of illusions! 

TWENTYONE

Benni duitifully had been making contributions to the working party's Plan of Action for Cit Business District development, working to Ralph Zachary's preferred line of approach. 

At the outset Benni had indicated that he was do some independent research relating to MainStreet's future viability as part of a paper towards completion of his degree.

"That's little more than garbage to the real world of business, Benni, but you go along with it and present it to our meeting when you're ready," smiled Ralph. "We promise to look at it, won't we boys?"

"I think we should look seriously at Benni's report," said Mick, the CEO.

"Yeah, will do that Mick – and that's a promise," said Ralph, aware that Mick was emerging as the real business brain of the Bus-Pro.

That time had now arrived, the final meeting of the working party; its report would be presented to the full executive on Friday.

"This is fantastic, Benni," said Mick who was attached to the working party ex-officio.

"It's absolutely suicidal," snorted Ralph, but he was in a minority; one other opposition view was, "This is too radical – it'll get us all booted out of office."

"Read from page 21," said Benni calmly. "It's the real nub with you guys: money."

"Ohmigod, Benni," said Mick, speed-reading but with analytical finesse. How sure are you of these figures and projections?"

"I had working beside me an expert in this field, who wishes to remain anonymous for professional reasons."

"So we've got no way of verifying these contentions and conclusions."

"Hah, bloody rubbish," said Ralph. "We're wasting our time."

"I don't think so," said Mick. "Look at page 29. The graphs clearly show leakage of MainStreet retailing to the mall has slowed remarkably during the past five years – that mall growth has originated from much farther a field."

"Yes," echoed Ritchie Smart. "I'd go along with that. Look at page 31 – the case study of the turnaround of Bert Wheeler's business as a result of restructuring and more aggressive marketing and compare that with the case study of the McKenzie girls' business decline towards oblivion," 

Ritchie, head of the city's biggest law firm, added: "I know some of the recommendations outlined in the preamble are radical, but if we're looking at upping the ante we must look at taking radical steps. 

"The final recommendation is that Bus-Pro brings in an acknowledged expert in the revitalization of city business districts and that consultancy has the responsibility to facilitate bilateral talks involving mall management and the Bus-Pro executive. In my view it's now or never. 

"What Benni says is the possibility of an outfit wanting to establish a whole new super city centre poses a real threat – but if we are integrated and thriving they won't want to risk competing with us, and possibly losing."

"A super city centre threat – where do I find that?" asked Ralph, turning white. He was directed to the appropriate pages.

An hour later a few edited pages from Ralph's Plan of Action were inserted into Benni's paper and it was agreed that the consolidated report be presented to the executive as the 'MainStreet Restructuring Report'.

It was suggested that Benni present the report as 95% of it was his.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who am I? This needs to be a Working Party report presented by Ralph; otherwise it will have no credibility."

Ralph beamed when that suggestion passed as a motion; he nodded at Benni and called for acclamation for the great job Benni had performed for Bus-Pro. 

At the executive meeting the same warnings that the recommendations were too radical were presented and it was decided to hold the matter over for discussion at a special meeting the following week.

Benni went into a huddle at drinks time with the president and CEO. They both patted him on the back as he left the room in a hurry.

"Hi, beautiful butterfly, how's the Corvette."

"Oh Benni!" cried Alexis, as she emerged from the car showing a good amount of streamlined leg. "You're on enemy ground you know."

She kissed him, like a friend, but in her excitement went crotch-to-crotch.

Benni pushed a copy of the report under her arm.

"Rush that to Owen Childs, business news editor of The Daily Sun. I need the report leaked, and he's waiting for it. If you take it to him I honestly can tell my accusers at Bus-Con that my confidential consultant has leaked it. Owen Childs guarantees press confidentiality and I won't reveal your identity under any circumstances. Our president has authorized me to arrange the leak but only if you do it. Trust me, it's okay."

"Right, I'm off to The Sun. I gather by the excited look on your face they've close to adopting your report?"

"Our joint report," he grinned. Benni watched in admiration as Alexis burned rubber, looking as if she and the car were one.

That evening Bess Pfeiffer was having dinner with her parents, feeling very lonely.

"How's Benni going?" she asked her father.

"His figures are down a little as he's been putting so much effort into the Bus-Pro research paper."

"Shouldn't he be selling vehicles and earning money for the company and himself?"

"Bess, if this project comes off we are going to be a much stronger regional shopping centre with the mall properly integrated into it – we see this as a big plus for our business as more money will be generated through more people being attracted. With greater retail and professional throughput, salaries will tend to rise and people with more money tend toupgrade their vehicles. It's as simple as that, and Benni knows that.

"But he's also, in reality, back at college I mean university, as he's had his assistant professor accept this research paper as his final term paper which counts towards his degree. He's on the last lap towards finishing his degree – a year ahead of you finishing your master's.

"Bess, I see that you guys are still friendly."

"Yes, it's strange. We're very friendly – it's like a sister-brother relationship."

"Then there's no chance of him coming back to you?" asked Marlene.

"Why, mother!"

"Hey, hey – your mother was only enquiring," soothed Barron.

The front door bell chimed and Marlene returned with a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Secret admirer, huh?" grinned Barron.

"They are for you, Bess, and the young gentleman at the door says if you are interested in going to dinner with him on Saturday night, please go to the door and tell him."

Marlene added: "He's good looking and very polite. He said there is a note in the flowers from a friend of yours."

Bess was on her feet, digging into the flowers. She pulled out a red envelope and her parents looked at her face as she read the note:

 Hi, sweetie. You know this is typically my style. This young gentleman – emphasis on gentleman - is the new assistant general manager at the mall. He's twenty-eight and currently unattached, having just arrived from working in Australia. His name is Stephen and his parents are Rita and Mick Smith-Wells. Mick is the CEO of Bus-Pro. I sense he's right for you – well-mannnered, thoughtful, reliable, potentially a huge money earner and wants to be married before he's thirty. Try him out Bess, it's worth the punt. Believe me. Benni

Bess frowned as she put down the card. Then she smelt the flowers and her spirits lifted.

She grinned: "Set another place mom, dad another glass please. Mr Angus Smith-Wells is coming to dinner. You behave dad, and don't embarrass him as he'll be a bit nervous. Mom, I want you at you social best – chic with just a touch of sexiness."

Bess then rushed off to the front door.

The next morning the front page of the newspaper and the front page of the business news section comprehensively covered the main proposals of the report - described as a leaked document. 

It was termed as the most innovative piece of original thinking that had come out of the business and profession association in 100 years and promised an exciting future for the city.

As soon as he saw the newspaper, Michael Smith-Wells called his counterpart at the mall who was furious that a matter implicating the mall should appear in the press before being raised with mall management.

"I apologize, Evan – it's a foul leak, very embarrassing and has taken us all by surprise. Our president is shocked. Look, the report calls for a Joint Working Party to be set up – may I suggest you chair that group, with me as your deputy?

After ten more minutes of ranting, Evan had cooled down and accepted.

"Come over here for lunch with me, Mick."

"What, at the mall?"

"Yeah, why not? We have a big future together, don't we?"

"Right – I'll be at your office at one o'clock, Evan. Have a great day."

TWENTY-TWO

Three months went by. Parker, Parker and Simpson were appointed by the Joint Project Development Committee as consultants, with Alexis being appointed a liaison officer between the consultants, Bus-Pro and mall management.

Sadly for Benni, Alexis remained out of contact. He did nothing to renew it, knowing she'd made her decision as a married woman and that he should respect that.

When he felt like having sex he took Janice from accounts to dinner and then Janice took him with great gusto, her husband being out of the country completing his doctorate in engineering. But really, Benni's heart wasn't in it.

However, Benni was happy. His term paper was submitted and received high praise from the assistant professor who indicated Benni had more than exceeded minimum requirements to be awarded his degree. This was great news but something was missing from his life and he knew what it was – fun. 

It was so happy being with a woman with whom he really liked having robust sex, taking her to eat out, walk the promenade, go to the movies and especially to go dancing and afterwards sitting in the open car, in suitable weather, on a cliff top. That was so romantic for women.

Those days will come again, my boy, he said with conviction. He realized, of course, that next time he must be prepared to put more into the relationship if he wanted to get more out of it.

He talked to his mom about this. She agreed with him, dunked his head into her massive chest and while near-suffocating him, thumped him heavily on the back saying, "You've come of age, Benni; it's taken far longer than it should have, but you've come of age." 

She then sprayed him with tears.

These days Benni's really enthusiastic girlfriends are the McKenzie sisters. Just to keep himself busy at nights Benni had written up a strategic plan and a business plan for their ailing business. He took the documents to their home one evening and they listened to him with interest, but said politely there were 'not of a mind' to change their ways. 

Benni left the documents and went home and finished a half bottle of whisky, once again putting himself 'off whisky for life'.

At the weekend he received a phone call from Martha McKenzie who also spoke on behalf of her sister.

Two months later Benni was guest of honor at the opening of their new store – they had gone ahead with Benni's recommendations. The sisters' haberdashery went down one side of the store while the centre and other side of the premises were occupied by women's fashion underwear and nightwear marketed by very attractive young women employed by the sisters. 

Business boomed; mothers shopped with daughters and mothers shopped with their mothers and all of them had a lovely time together, each person going out carrying distinctive shopping bags carrying the words in big lettering: 'Been to McKenzie's Yet?' 

Girls took their McKenzie's bags to school: teachers have children, mothers and some have grandmothers and many of these people headed to the store. Almost overwhelmed by the increase in business the McKenzie sisters phoned Benni in panic. He advised them to buy the shop next door, and what their maximum offer should be. That owner refused so Elsie McKenzie phoned Benni pleading for his direct involvement.

Benni secured the premises for $5000 less that the sisters, who are in their sixties, had offered. The owner bought a new car from Pfeiffer Chevrolet and went on a holiday with his wife to Europe while his new leased premises in the mall (this smart relocation being at the suggestion of Benni) were being fitted out.

"You're simply marvelous, Benni," said Elsie at the restaurant.

"Yes, and you're so cute. I really can't understand why a woman hasn't snatched you up," said Martha.

"Oh look – something special is coming on TV. There must have been a terrible disaster. Turn up the volume, miss," shouted Elsie McKenzie.

The entire pizza restaurant hushed as the 'News Flash" heading was followed by a smiling young woman.

"We've just learned that Billy G Evans, fabulously popular host of our top late evening show 'After Midnight' has divorced his wife the lovely Alexis Hope on the grounds of irreconcilable differences. Following an amicable agreement over splitting the spoils, the Court this afternoon dissolved the marriage and awarded Miss Hope cash of $3,255,000 already deposited with the Court. Billy leaves tonight on a cruise in the company of his famous girlfriend, Mary-Lou Perkins, our senior weather presenter.

A buzz filled the restaurant when the brief news flash ended.

"Oh Benni, that lovely Mary-Lou would have made a great wife for you," said one of the sisters. Benni shrugged and filled his mouth with pizza so the ladies would not expect him to talk for a few minutes. His heart had burst when he heard the word 'divorced' but then he despaired on hearing about the big settlement. No-one would see Alexis now for the dust as she headed off into the sunset.

Better look at my phone – she may be attempting to contact me, he grinned. Yeah, I'd be the first person to jump into her mind as she came out of Court.

He took the sisters home, unlocking the door for them. They both kissed him as he left. 

"We're old enough to kiss a young man on the cheek without a chaperone being present," said Martha.

Benni parked and walked along to his apartment block. Alexis was sitting on the stairs, a suitcase beside her.

"Can you put me up, or do you have someone?"

"No, I just have a little sidekick to relieve me when I need it, but she's never come here. I'd love you to stay. Stay as long as you like."

"That's kind of you. I think I may have some astonishing news for you."

"Can that wait till the morning; I just want to cuddle."

Inside the apartment Benni stood in front of the big window with its view over the city, kissing Alexis softly.

"You can fuck me if you wish."

"That's not a nice word for a lady."

"Benni, don't waste time – make love to me."

Benni looked into those deep, green eyes.

"I wish to go slowly, as I want to remember this evening forever."

"Benni, it's only a fuck."

"Shhhh, Alexis. Be romantic."

"Oh Benni. Look, first I must tell your something. My marriage was dissolved by the Court this afternoon."

"Oh Alexis. That's marvelous news. Now shut up and kiss me."

"But Benni, there's more..."

"Tell me in the morning. Now let's see if I can pull some of the slut out of you."

"Oh Benni, please talk dirty to me like that. You're making my hair stand on end."

"Your hair down there?"

"Sorry Benni if that's your penchant, I don't have a single hair below my neck."

"Now who's talking dirty?"

"I want your cock plunging deep and deeper into me, Benni. I don't want you saying I'm beautiful...I want you telling me my cunt muscles are almost pulling the head of your dick off and..."

"Alexis! Please, throttle back a bit, will you. I'll be horrified if I have a premature ejaculation; you're bringing me to near climax already."

"Oh my poor darling. Let mummy get that zip down. Hullo, Oooooooh. Now if...." " Ahhhhhhhhhh," groaned Benni. "Swallow the lot, you darling bitch."

"Oh Benni, gurgled Alexis. We are two of a kind. Please marry me!"

"Oooooh. You're shooting again – what a river!"

"Can we talk about marriage in the morning," chocked Benni aware that he was facing a very solid night.

THE END