Regular Show Benson Costume Novels & Stories

Nothing can touch me. Even the sight of the Three B’s – Beth, Becca, and Bailey, the bitchiest blonde bimbos in school (except for Bailey – she’s not so bad) doesn’t phase me. They’re in the crowd, to the left of the stage, glaring up at me. Beth is dressed up as Goldilocks, in one of those porno adult fancy dress costumes you can buy online with a stupid name like “Sexy Goldilocks XXXX”, her platinum hair braided and beribboned.

He worked hard to calm his racing heart, which felt like it might leap out of his chest. Silence fell between them. Bonita’s eyes scanned Benjamin’s outfit—a neatly pressed short-sleeve formal shirt and jeans. Typically, Benjamin dressed casually at home in T-shirts and shorts or training pants. His current attire suggested he was planning to meet someone important or attend a prearranged event.

It's all sorts of nonsense. Someone clears their throat behind me, and I turn. Bessie approaches me on the edge. She's wearing a nosebleed boot, a net panty hose, and a green tee shirt underneath her black short dress. Her choker necklace matches the round shades over her eyes. She takes off her black hat and flaunts her red, flawless hair. "You clean up nice." I flash the ghost of a smile, wanting this done with. We are both wearing shades. She dressed like the usual mean Bessie for this meet. I wore a vintage wool long coat over a black turtleneck and pants. Yes, I always clean up nice.

I immediately went her way and gave her a kissed on a cheek, I stilled when I saw the person behind her. "Good evening, I'm Atty. Benencio." He smiled to everyone, I looked at Hance and he averted his eyes away from me. He’s wearing a white longsleeve polo while two buttons open, the sleeve are folded unto his elbow. Partnered with black trousers... like the usual pants he wear... before. His body features grown more, that makes a lot of women lay their eyes on him. His eyes were so dark... like before. His hair was in clean cut... like he used to.

Maybe he decided not to come? I saw Jen dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I’ve avoided looking at her since I saw her give Nate a kiss ages ago, but she looked beautiful in her yellow gown. I looked for her Beast, but didn’t see anyone who would fit that description. Then I saw her approach a guy dressed as a taco. Now it made sense. I rolled my eyes at the pun, and watched the dancers again.

It was rare to see a high-society young lady dressed so simply. She wore nothing but the plainest white hoodie and sweatpants, with no makeup or accessories at all. And yet, there was something pure and unpretentious about her, as if she had emerged from the muck untouched by it. The group stared in stunned silence as Hazel walked past them, still processing what they had just witnessed. It wasn’t until Butler Benson cleared his throat that they snapped out of it and shifted their gaze. Marco walked up to Hazel directly. "Miss Queen, it's not our first time meeting. You should remember me, right?"

I unfortunately have to open up the shop today in a half hour. After fifteen minutes of pleasure, and not just what I woke up to, I made sure to pleasure Benson as well. I head into the bathroom for a quick shower and put my clothes back on. I don’t have time to change, but thankfully I wear the same type of t-shirts every day to work. “So Andie, would you like to actually make it to dinner tonight? Or do you want to skip it and come straight to bed?” Benson thinks he’s cute doesn’t he?

He barely acknowledged the two freakishly muscular males following me like baby ducklings after their mother. “What’s wrong, Benson?” I asked. “Your father’s best suit is at the dry cleaners. He plans on wearing it tonight, and I have no way of picking it up. My car is in the shop.” “Have Joe take you in the limo,” I suggested. “Alex won’t mind.” “He’s using the limo today, Miss,” Benson replied. “I could take you,” I offered. “I have time.” Benson sighed with relief. “That would be wonderful, Miss Wilson. Thank you.”

“Who am I registering tonight? A Mr. Benjamin Harris?” Benji nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” “And are you our flag girl again this evening?” “Yes,” I said. She looked me over. “Good. You’re dressed more the part this evening.” Benji groaned beside me. He wasn’t happy with my outfit. It was apparently much worse than last week’s. It wasn’t raining, so I’d opted to wear a tight black skirt, strappy heels, and a long-sleeved black top with cut-outs in the front that showed my red bralette underneath.

I was stunned as I hadn't seen him dressed like this before. He mostly wore plain shirts and black trousers, and sometimes he wore tailored suits. So seeing him in a casual wear as he wore white canvas shoes made him look breathtakingly handsome. "Cat got your tongue?" Alpha Benson demanded as he saw me gawking at him from head to toe, instead of greeting him. I was only wearing a white towel around my chest, and I became conscious of my body that I was slightly unclothed.