Mike was upset. Foxy didn't come by to talk to him and every time he checked the Pirate's Cove, it would only show the curtains completely shut. Balloon Boy was just standing in his normal spot, staring off at who knows what. Even though yesterday Marionette didn't pop out, he was still being extra careful. So, even after what Bonnie said, he kept winding up the music box. Freddy was in the same position he always was on the stage. (Occasionally, he would glance at the camera menacingly, but Mike decided not to worry too much.) Bonnie's suit was sitting on the stage while her human-self walked around the rooms. She, once in a while, glanced at the camera and sent a few occasional winks. Mike chuckled and went back to looking through the other cameras. Pirate's Cove was still closed. His shoulders slumped.
Mike almost let out a scream when a 'hello' broke the silence. He turned and saw Balloon Boy curiously looking into the office. Mike jumped up and closed the door shut. He looked back at the camera and saw Freddy walking toward his office. He frowned and watched him get closer. Quickly, he closed the other door when Freddy got too close. He checked the other door and left it open once he saw BB was gone. He reached over to the other door and pressed the hallway light switch. His eyes widened when he saw a blonde, busty, petite-curvy girl posing sexy-like against the window. Her blueish-purplish eyes were eyeing him seductively, and she was biting her bottom lip, tempting him.
It was working.
Shit.
Chica was damn sexy, he'll give you that. Sure, Foxy and Bonnie were just as beautiful, but damn. He didn't realize he was reaching toward the button of the door until he felt his fingers brush against it. He watched Chica turn around and pop her butt up a little bit in the air.
Oh gosh.
Mike hit the button and watched Chica step right under the doorway. She had her shirt off in seconds, along with her bra. Her sweet yet naughty voice sent shivers down his spine. "I might of spied on your second session."
What's up with them looking into someone's privacy? Well...then again...this office isn't really at all that private. He thought.
Mike had his shirt off. He gasped when Chica launched herself at him, her hand on his jaw, pushing it upward. His eyes were now looking at the ceiling. She raked her nails gently down his chest causing Mike to let out a groan. Her hands worked as she fumbled with the zipper and shoes, and his pants and boxers were off in a jiff. Mouths collided after that, tongues battling, and hands feeling up each other. Mike was quickly working on her short, and she helped him pull them off.
Mike let out a groan of protest when Chica backed up and leaned against the wall. She began rubbing herself through her panties causing the wet spot to grow. She kept swaying her hips seductively, and then began to shimmy out of the material. Chica slowly and seductively turned around, moving her hips. She bent down, ass in the air, and then her hand reached between her thighs, parting the labia, exposing the inside. Mike licked his lips. She slipped two fingers inside and pumped them in and out. The sweet, innocent moans her mouth produced made him lose it.
Chica was now on the floor, ass up and her cheek pressed against the cold tile. He groaned and brought her hands behind her back, keeping them there. With one hand, he reached down and fondled her breasts. "So soft." He mumbled, pinching the nipples.
Chica was giggling and moaning. Mike growled huskily. "Keep your hands there."
He freed his left hand and fondled the left breast, giving it the same treatment as the right one. Mike slowly moved his hands up her sides and then down her thighs. Chica shivered.
"Mike. Please." She panted. "I want it all. Just give it to me."
He made sure to keep her hands behind her back and her face down. Once positioning himself, Mike thrust in. Chica gasped in pleasure. He pulled out only to bury himself deep in her. Then he began.
In. Out.
In. Out.
"Oh!" Her squeals spurred him on.
He pulled out and turned her over, pinning her down on the ground, lifting her legs up and as far apart as they could go. Mike slammed back in. "OH FUCK!" Chica screamed, eyes shut tightly. He gritted his teeth when her nails dug into his butt.
Mike huskily whispered in her ear. "Keep your legs like this."
She nodded eagerly.
He pulled out and slammed back in repeatedly. She was screaming now, raking her nails down his back. Her walls tightened around his dick more and more. She kept wanting it harder and finally, Mike decided to give her all he got. He went wild.
"YES! MIKE! YES!"
Mike leaned in and whispered dirty things, igniting the lust between them. He finally triggered a mind-blowing orgasm, and Chica screamed in ecstasy. Not long, he spilled his seed deep in her. Mike looked up to see human Foxy watching.
Seriously. What's up with that. He thought.
Chica was a panting mess, body limp expect for the heaving of her chest. She also looked at Foxy and let out a giggle. Foxy looked back at Mike, eyes dark. "Tomorrow night, you're mine."
Bonnie appeared behind Foxy and slowly slipped in. She smirked. "Hmm. I had plans for him, too, though."
He looked down when Chica shifted and faced him. She cupped his face and brought him down. "What about me?"
Mike gulped. "I-..." He looked up.
Foxy growled. "No excuses." Then she smirked. "I'll be having fun with you."
Bonnie scoffed. "So are we."
He hissed when Chica gripped his dick and inserted it back in her. She kissed him and smirked. "One more round, love."
Oh boy.
