Chapter One
Ben Jarvey was an average guy, at least in his self-evaluation. The way he saw it, on the plus side, he had his own locksmith business for many years, with many loyal clients, and was pretty much free to do what he wanted when he wanted. On the negative side he was 50. He was 6’ 1” tall and thin but still in possession of his muscles and trim body. All his kids were grown and on their own, though he was now somewhat bored in marriage and not free to pursue those later year surges in desire. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought he was attractive with short gray hair and still dark eyebrows. His mouth was soft and framed in harder cheek bones. He wasn’t a sculpture, or a movie star, but he was handsome enough to still draw plenty of attention. He knew that from all the propositions he still received.
Clients would ask him to stay for coffee after a job, invariably divorced or stay-at-home married women in similar states of boredom. Some would be so bold as to make hints about “checking the locks in the bedroom.” Others would ask out of the blue about the differences between door locks and handcuff locks. He always chuckled at that line. One bluntly warned him that he’d better not consent to put a chastity belt and lock on her if her husband called him (the call never came). There were more approaches than he could remember, but each was refused and he always went home faithfully to his wife.
But like anything in life, there is eventually an exception to the rule, that one set of circumstances that simply couldn’t be planned for, or denied when faced with its existence. And for Ben Jarvey, handsome locksmith and master of his own destiny, that fateful day was today.
Ben arose and went through the morning ritual on cue. Radio alarm at six. Three minutes of news. Rise and off to the bathroom for the full treatment from commode to shower to shave. To the kitchen for coffee and a nicely prepared bowl of cereal and toast and juice, followed by the mechanical kiss goodbye for the day. He hardly noticed his wife anymore.
But today there was one more item, that would later prove to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back in the decision to change his life. “Honey,” Wife Marian called to Ben as he opened the front door. “Remember, tonight I’ll be late – the bridge club annual dinner.” She was obviously happy to be going out and spending the evening differently for a change. “I’ll make some spaghetti for you and you can just nuke it when you get home, ok? Don’t forget now…” She waved to Ben as he stepped down off the porch and walked toward his minivan/work truck.
He waved back over his shoulder and simply replied, “Have fun!” Ben liked nights like this because he could watch what he wanted on tv, even break out a couple of the porn tapes he hid in the basement under the 1st floor at the edge of the foundation, or even get a little crazy and play with some of the toys he liked to make and experiment with in his shop down there. A night of freedom for Ben was a night alone at home. Pretty sick, he thought, but what the hell. Didn’t hurt anyone and kept his libido alive. He would enjoy himself tonight especially for this annual affair has never brought his wife home before one in the morning in the past.
Ben drove casually to his office and entered through his highly secured door system. He liked to use all the latest stuff himself before offering it to his clients. This was only one of the many ways he had ensured a flourishing business that enabled him to turn down unwanted clients without hurting his bottom line. In short, Ben was in demand.
Upon arrival at the office, with the lights on and the door open for business, Ben brought out his list of appointments for today and began to plan his approach. He was about to start loading locks and parts and tools into his van when the front door chimed open the entry of a customer he had never seen before. She was short, maybe only 5’ 2” or 3”, not overweight but not skinny by any means, built in the chest like a typical man’s dream of twin peaks and with beautiful wavy red hair well down below her shoulders. She turned from the profile position to face the counter, and Ben, and Ben nearly stumbled. She was beautiful.
The woman’s face was Latin, large black eyes, slightly puffy cheeks with a hollow still visible, and pouty lips that Ben thought must surely be collagen assisted. They were simply too lush to be natural. God never made any that good, he thought, but then again he could see no obvious signs of cosmetic alteration. Her nose was the perfect size to announce its presence but only maximize the impact of the rest of her features.
She was a proud woman too, self confident, Ben thought, as she held her chin high while marching up to the counter. Ben backed a bit at the force of her march, but she disarmed him with the warmest smile he could remember. Her teeth were white, unblemished in any way. Could this be the perfect woman, he mused to himself? His fantasy come true?
Then he realized what he was thinking and pulled himself back to earth. “Can I help you?” He asked in an officious tone.
“I hope so.” Her voice was melodic to Ben, and her delivery generous, soft, without presumption or command. “My husband and I just moved into a house nearby and I want to change all the locks of course. Is this something you would do? I just saw you open your store as I was coming into town or I probably would have used the Yellow Pages later.” She hesitated a moment, looking him over in an obvious way, and added, “I’m so glad you were here!”
She was nothing but sincere, he was convinced. “Lucky for me, I’d say.” Said Ben. He didn’t even know he had said it before it was out there. “Sure, ah, that is exactly what I do, locks, I mean change locks, on houses…” He was already loosing it in the distraction of staring at this gorgeous creature.
She smiled more broadly. Anita Benning was not unaccustomed to gawkers. She knew she was attractive and often got a kick out of the attention. On occasion she would play up to it with exotic walking or stirring in her chair at a restaurant. On this occasion, the man behind the counter was equally attractive to her. She liked looking up to him behind the counter. She liked a man with a mission in mind, and hand, and this man looked like he might be that type. After all, he had his own business.
“I wonder if you could come out and change all the locks on our new house?” She tried to get the conversation back on track.
“Why, ah, sure. Sure. Ah, I assume you would like an estimate?” He was slowly getting back under control.
“Why yes, that would be perfect. An estimate.” That way, she figured quickly, she would have him in her house at least twice. Yum! So when can you come out and give me an estimate, Mr. uh…”
“Jarvey.” Ben filled in. “I mean just call me Ben.” Hmm. Ben thought, her name. He reached down into a drawer and pulled out a work order. “Can I have some particulars please?” He just looked at her then, jaw down and gawking once again. This time his head and eyes had drifted lower to lock onto her breasts. They were creating cleavage in a tight knit top with a low “V” neck line. The flesh was so close to his face he could taste it. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more.
“Anita, Anita Benning,” She smiled. “And these are my 36D’s.” She held her hands under each breast and actually lifted them closer to his scrutiny.
Ben lost it. He staggered back half a step and looked up at Anita’s beautiful face. Was this some kind of joke? Was he being played? Of all the come-on’s he’d seen this was the most bold of all – right in his store, in full view from the window, and she was married!
“It’s ok,” She smiled, “They are hard to disregard. My husband is just as infatuated with them today as he was when we married ten years ago. I really don’t mind if you look. I kind of like it actually.” She smiled between every word. She was so open, so honest, so absolutely divine Ben was enthralled.
“I’m sorry, I..”
“Don’t be, really! I am very flattered. I mean that. Thank you for looking. I just wish that when a man looked at me like that he could say what was going through his mind. It is so much more exciting to cut through all the silly taboos and enjoy sex for the great feelings it can bring. You can look at any part of me any time, Mr. Ben Jarvey.” She shifted to one foot as if to say, “There’s the challenge, are you man enough to meet it?” But indeed, she left that for her voyeur to discover himself.
