Chuck E Cheese Helen Henny Novels & Stories

As her mouth closed around me I said, "Yes mom." Helen was the product of one of those little hollows that surround the coal fields of Bluefield, West Virginia. Somehow she had managed to scrape up enough money (a cousin of hers later told me she got most of it on her back) for a bus ticket to Detroit. She got off of the Gray Dog in downtown Detroit with just enough money for s cup of coffee and a donut.

I asked. “Making your favorite cookies,” Helen said. Helen smiled at me. I laughed. “Chocolate chip?” I raised my eyebrows. “Aunt Helen's famous chocolate cookie chocolate chip,” Helen corrected. It sounded all professional like which had me doubling over in laughter. “I can't wait,” I told her. I kissed her on the cheek. “Were you able to get everything you needed?” Helen asked. “Yes, I did. I should go back to town tomorrow and look for a job. I still have about a thousand dollars. Besides, I should maybe get a couple of more things to entertain Lyle,” I said. I didn’t want to say toys and get him worked up.

It was Helen. "Where are you?" she asked. "Almost to Pomona." "There's a Denny's there where we get off to go to the fair, remember?" "Yes. It's about two miles ahead." "Get off and I'll meet you there in twenty minutes. Ok?" "Sure. I'm hungry. Want me to order for you?" "No. I'll wait. Get started yourself though." I pulled off the freeway and parked at Denny's. A few minutes later Helen walked in. She was wearing jeans and a loose western shirt with western boots. Not at all what I expected.

"I'm not scared of the past." Helen's smile grew wider. She had always loved games. To make money when she was younger, she had worked in many bad places, secret poker games, illegal casinos. She knew how to read people's faces and how to cheat at cards. They played the first round. Helen drew a king. Vincenzo drew a jack. Helen won. She looked at Vincenzo, her eyes cold and hard. "My question. That night at the summer house, when you told me you loved me... you tried to force yourself on me when I said no, didn't you?"

Their usual spot was closed for a refreshing remodel, but Bunny knew where they needed to go. She showed her membership card and signed Helen in as a guest. Walking in, she saw the two women that she had texted. “Oh. My. God!” Marnie declared. “You’re fucking huge!” “Thanks.” Bunny grumbled as she sat down. “Marnie, Ella, this is Helen.” “Hi, Miss Helen.” Ella said. Helen looked at the woman and thought that she looked like a little girl in a woman’s body. Her retro t-shirt had Strawberry Shortcake and friends on it. Her blonde and pink hair was pulled up in two pigtails with matching bows.

Jake said, "You do love a big cock. Do you think of me when he fucks you?" I only paused for a moment before I answered. "Mm-hmm," I replied. I could tell Jake loved that answer. He let out a low groan and I squeezed his balls gently. "GOD that feels SO good!" Jake said through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, understand? And you're going to swallow every drop." Before I could answer the door burst open. There stood Helen. "Oh... my... GOD!" she shouted. I whipped my head around to see her, Jake's fat cock still twitching in my hand.

Julia “Are you sure about this?” Helen flashes me a reassuring smile. “This isn’t the first time I’ve gone to see Mama Janvier,” she says. It’s not lost on me that my neighbor looks like the last person who’d put any stock into the craft of a Voodoo priestess, but who am I to judge? Helen had promised her friend would know what to do, and it’s not like I have any other options.

Helen coaxed with a sly grin. Alex hesitated, clearly tempted by the offer. The thrill of playing arcade games from his last visit was still fresh in his mind. “Alright, I’ll help, but you can’t tell anyone,” he relented, his serious expression showing just how much his pride was at stake. Helen squatted down and made a promise. “I would never tell, I swear.” She carefully wiped off the top layer of the lipstick with a tissue before using her fingertip to apply the color to Alex’s lips.

She fanned herself with her hand, and if Mackenzie’s eyes weren’t deceiving her, a telltale blush crept over her friend’s cheeks. “You’d think after all these years… well, the man knows how to keep things exciting… He knows what button to push just to make me feel hot and bothered.” Helen turned to ask for a glass of wine as the waitress arrived. She waited until the waitress left, before continuing in a hushed and disturbingly breathless voice. “Let me tell you this… My man actually bought me… edible underwear. Can you believe it?” “Edible underwear?”

Denzel faced downwards, “I am a shrewd businessman. I can’t let my money go down the drain just like that. Helen will answer this. Stay there. Let me call Helen” Michael asked, “Who is Helen?”. Denzel blows air off his mouth, “She is the stepmother I sent money to clear their debt off. She must be hiding her. I will call her and get back to you”. Grace and Helen were still searching for my presence. A waitress walked up to them, “What do you request for?”. Grace said, “Fries and chicken”. The waitress stared at them, “Ok, I will bring it soon”. The waitress appeared quick with the food, “Here you are”. Grace paid for it. She cleaned her hands and drew her plate close. Helen was acting uninte