11:15 P.M.

An old buddy had told me earlier that day that I need a life if I was arriving at work forty-five minutes early at a kids pizza joint. I had just laughed and headed to work. I had brought a ton of food with me, thinking I'd have dinner with whoever one the game tonight. I always found myself hungry after rigorous activity and I wondered if any of them did too. When I walked into the office, I was surprised to find Tim waiting for me. He smiled real big and asked, "Hey, Marcus. How're you doing?"

I chuckled and said, "I'm a little stiff and my nose is all screwed up but other than that, I'm just fine, thanks. Everything alright?"

"Absolutely, everything is great. The girls told me about what happened last night. We owe you. So I'm giving you a raise - a substantial one too. When this place expands and we get a larger security staff, you're gonna be the supervisor. My question is do you want to stay on nights when this happens?"

I was stunned. "Um... Tim, I've only been here for a week. Tonight is night seven for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered and honored but are you sure I'm the man you want for the job?"

Tim chuckled and proffered my hand. "Marcus, you proved that you are the best person for the job hands down. You handled a tough situation and, to hear the ladies talk about it, you proved yourself a hero in a harrowing situation. I'm pretty sure Foxy's fallen full force in love with you! If I want anyone in charge when this place gets bigger, I want it to be you."

I was flattered and had to resist the urge to snap to attention like a good soldier and call out happily, "Roger that, Sir!"

Instead, I took his hand and shook it enthusiastically. "I'm your man, Tim. You can count on me."

Tim was elated and flashed a huge smile. "I know I can. So... day or night shift when this place gets bigger?"

"Night;" I said without hesitation and Tim laughed. "I suspected that. Well, I'm gonna say goodnight to my girls and give them the good news. Keep up the good work, Marcus and you'll go far in this company."

11:25 P.M.

I was getting set up in the office when I heard the patter of many feet. Frowning, I turned towards the door in time to be group-tackled to the floor by the girls. All five of them were smiling and happy. Bonnie, who laying on top of me under all the others, kissed me and said, "Tim told us you're staying on nights when this place booms! We're so happy to hear that!"

I laughed and quipped, "Really? I can't tell."

They laughed more and, one by one, got off of me. When I stood, they all kissed and hugged me tightly in turn. When they had finished, Chica smiled seductively and said, "So... new game season starting tonight, right? You ready, Marky?"

I grinned and said, "I thinks so, yes. Are you ladies ready?"

They all took sexy poses and smiled sultry smiles in answer. Gredda lifted her shirt slightly to show a rope around her waist and winked at me. Only Foxy didn't and that didn't surprise me. She chewed her lip and looked at me as if contemplating or gauging something. I smiled and said, "Well the game doesn't start for another half hour. What should we do till then?"

They all looked around and shrugged and I chuckled. "Well, I'm going to get a round knocked out. Feel free to come along or hang out as you please."

They all came along and we chatted about this and that while I checked and double checked every window and every door. The back door that Mike had gotten into, I wedged a door stop beneath and shoved a metal chair beneath the handle. "Try and get in this door again. I dare you, you sick bastard;" I muttered to myself.

11:55 P.M.

One at a time, they walked out, leaving me words and looks filled with promises of wonderful things to come for me and I couldn't help but grin like a pubescent teenager. I had just a couple minutes so I set the laptop and the game began in earnest. One after the other came down the hallways and I kept track of them pretty well. However, my power was going quickly. When two A.M. rolled around, I was at seventy-two percent power which was alright. I was sweating though and breathing hard. I checked the cameras and didn't see a single one of the the girls.

2:05 A.M.

Freeda, Gredda, Bonnie and Chica all came at me at once and I just barely managed to get the doors shut. They all looked a little miffed at me. Freeda and Gredda turned away and Bonnie with them but Chica lifted her shirt and exposed her large breasts, pressing them against the glass. I chuckled and opened the left door before watching her as she rubbed them up and down and chewed her lower lip, trying to tempt me to let her in. It didn't work though and I just enjoyed the show between glancing at the cameras. Suddenly, Chica's mouth fell open before a look of pure frustration covered it. She lowered her shirt, turned around and walked away. I chuckled and shook my head when a metal hook tapped my shoulder. I froze for just a moment before turning slowly. Foxy stood there, not wearing her normal outfit or even her dramatic stage outfit. Nope, this time she was wearing that sports bra and those tiny, tight athletic shorts she had warn the night of the birthday party this week. I had to force my mouth shut as she smiled a little shyly. "Is it fair that I jus' got ter spend the shift with ye last night, Marcus?" she asked anxiously. I cleared my dry throat a couple times and said, "Yup. Like Chica said, it's a new game season but," and I cleared my throat again, trying not to stare at her luscious cleavage or his trim belly or her long, shapely legs as I asked hoarsely, "why are you dressed like that, Foxy?"

She looked even more anxious and said, "Well I remem'er ye were staring at me the night of the party and I thought that mayhaps ye liked what ye saw. Is it okay?"

I swallowed again and said, "Oh it's fine. It's just - well I mean - when you're dressed - like that, it's extremely difficult to, well, not stare at you."

Foxy smiled with pleasure and said a little shyly, "Well that be the point, Marcus. I want ye to. I want - I want what the others got from ye. I want to-" and she blushed deeply. I myself was a little nervous. I cupped her chin and lifted her eyes to mine. "Foxy, are you sure about this? You know I won't think less of you or want to spend less time with you if you don't want to."

She looked uncertain again. "Do ye not want to have sex with me, Marcus? Is something wrong we me? Is it the me eye or me hook?"

She looked liked she was about to burst into tears and I felt like such a bastard. Sighing, I pulled her into a hug and shushed her before saying, "Foxy, I just want you to be sure. I'm willing if you are but I need you to be sure you are. After Mike-"

She reached up and placed the back of her cold hook against my lips and said, "Marcus, ye'r nothin' like that bastard. Don't even put yourself on the same boat as him. Ye'r protective an' selfless. He is the exact opposite. I want this;" and she suddenly grinned seductively at me and took one of my hands, placing it against one of hr plump, full breasts. "Can't ye tell?"

I could. Through the stretchy fabric of her sports bra, I felt the tiny bud of an aroused nipple. Immediately, it affected me too. I had wanted this myself but had refused to entertain the idea of it because that's not what Foxy had wanted. "As long as you're sure;" I gritted out, barely containing my desire to take her. Her face became devilish and she stepped back before removing the sports bra in one smooth motion. "I'm sure;" she cooed before stepping back into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately. It was a little odd, I have to say, since Foxy's face had a pronounced muzzle. It wasn't long and sharp like an actual foxes but it was there. None of the others had that. Chica's beak wasn't even real. Despite this, the kiss was unbelievable. Her long tongue slid in and plundered my mouth with surprising thoroughness. My hands slid up her sides, my thumbs brushing against the sides of her breasts. She shivered and gave a feint moan. With desperate motions, she spun me around and pushed me back into the office chair before attacking the belt and zipper of my cargo pants. "The others said ye were a big boy. I want to see for meself, I think."

I tried to relax but her hook was a little close to my dick for comfort but I should have known better. She was very careful with it. When my cock sprang free, her eye went wide. "Fuck me! Ye got a monster in yer pants, Marcus! How do ye keep it hidden?"

I was about to answer with some snarky remark or another when her long tongue licks a stripe up my shaft and I stifled a groan. She did it again, I swear, just to try and get a rise out of me, and then she closed her mouth over me. Even though I could tell that she wasn't as experienced as some of the others, it still felt like heaven. Suddenly, she popped her head off and asked nervously, "Am I doing okay? I've never done this before."

I nodded my head and smiled with difficulty. I wanted to reassure her but she just put her head back down and went back to business. The way she was wrapping her tongue around my dick was unbelievable. My aching cock needed release and I could help grabbing the back of her head and slamming it down on my cock. Immediately, I let her go, about to apologize. She was just grinning around my shaft. Grabbing my hips, she slammed herself onto me even harder than I had had slammed her. I groaned and just let her keep going. Within less than a minute, gasped out, "Foxy, I'm about to cum!"

She paused but then started again, slamming her head down again and again, "Foxy!"

I came hard and her large eye went wide. Lurching back, she coughed and gagged. Shakily, I gave her a water bottle and wheezed out, "I'm sorry. You okay?"

Foxy gulped water and said, "Aye. How the hell do the others do that?"

I shrugged and said, "I've always wondered that."

Foxy smiled and asked anxiously, "Was it okay?"

"You're a natural. But now it's my turn;" and I picked her up and put her in the chair before pulling the athletic shorts off. "What are ye gonna do to me?"

I winked and knelt down, spreading her legs and looking at her pussy. Giving her a wink, I dove right in, kissing her slick pussy lips. Foxy gave a very satisfying gasp and I drove my tongue between them. Another gasp and a moan. "Fuck, Marcus, what the hell are ye doing? Ne'er mind! Don't answer and don't ye dare stop."

I grinned and decided to take it it up a notch. Taking my middle and index finger, I pushed them into her, curling them in a 'come hither' and her body bucked and she screamed. I began teasing her clit with my tongue and lips once again. Her hand gripped the back of my head and she began to moan, swearing like a sailor. "FUCK! Oh fucking FUCK! Marcus, YES! Oh SHIT! FUCK! I can feel it! I'm gonna cum! FUUUCk!"

She wasn't lying either. Her legs and pussy began to spasm and she gave a long scream. I straightened up and was supremely satisfied to see Foxy just lying there, gasping for air and with her eye closed. After a moment, it flicked open and she smiled at me. "So that's what that feels like."

I frowned and said, "i thought you said you had sex before."

"I have but I've never experienced that before. We aren't done, are we?"

I grinned and said, "Not if you don't want to be. I'm gonna do a round real quick first. There's snacks and water in the back. Help yourself."

"Hurry back, Marcus;" said Foxy in a smokey, seductive voice. I grinned and stepped off, marching at a good pace. I checked every door again and checked every window. On my way back, I stopped in the arcade. The other girls were about, playing games and chatting. "Don't any of you ever get tired?" I asked amiably. They all chuckled and Chica answered, "Well yes but apparently we don't need as much sleep. Between when you leave and the first group come in at noon, we all catch a few hours. So, how is everything going with Foxy? What are you two doing?"

I blushed and said, "Nothing really; just chilling."

Freeda saw right through it though and her face became hard. "What did you do?" she asked coldly, advancing on me with curled fists. I backed up with my hands up. "Woah now, Freeda! Come on, you know I'm not like Mike. I would never touch her without her okay."

Gredda was suddenly behind me, her hand gripping my shoulder and she growled, "You'd better be telling the truth, Marcus. If not, you are going to disappear."

Suddenly, Foxy's hook was on her hand. "Hold fast, Gredda. He ain't doin' nothin' to me that I don' want him to do. I promise. Ye all should realize that Marcus ain't like Mike by now. He'd ne'er do that to any of us."

She was redressed in her sports bra and shorts and the other girls suddenly grinned. Gredda and Freeda both blushed and said, "We're sorry, Marc. We're just so defensive and overprotective I guess."

I hugged them both and said, "I understand, ladies. Anyhow, I need to finish this round and get back to a long, boring evening of watching cameras."

They all laughed and Bonnie said, "Yes, I'm sure that's what you'll be doing."

I tried to look innocent and said, "Yup. Why? What else would we do?"

Foxy leaned up and whispered into his ear seductively, "I was thinkin' ye could do me."


3:10 A.M.

As soon as we were back in the office, Foxy was on me, kissing me heatedly and trying to wrestle of my clothes at the same time. It took a minute or so but soon enough I was naked and seconds later, so was she. I lifted her and put her on the desk, still kissing her. There was something about that tongue that was driving me crazy. She pulled away, gasping and whispered, "Marcus, I want ye to do e'ery thing ye do to the other girls - 'cept tie me up. That's a bit much for me likes."

I nodded and said, "Alright. Lay back."

I began to kiss her again, working my way back to one of her pointed ears - kissing and nibbling on it. Foxy giggled beneath me. "I like that."

I kissed down her cheek and her neck, sucking lightly on the pulse point I found with me lips. As I did this, one of my hands cupped her one of her plump, perfect breasts, caressing it and thumbing the nipple to a hard point. Foxy began to moan and gasp. "It feels so good!" she said with a gasp. I was glad to hear it as I kissed both of her collarbones and continued down her chest. She wriggled and wrapped her legs around my waist as lapped at one of her already hard nipples. "That's nice. Mmmmm, that's really nice."

When I sucked on it, she squeaked and moaned again. "They were right! This feels fucking amazing;" she whispered. Pleased, I kept going as one of my hands slid down her toned stomach and further to her slick folds. They were wet again but I decided that teasing her a little wouldn't hurt so I began to rub her clit. She bucked and wrapped her arms around my head and neck, her moans and cries of pleasure increasing, driving me crazy in turn. I knew I wouldn't be able to last to much longer before penetrating her warm, wet pussy. Apparently, neither could she because she began to plead with me. "Marcus, I need ye to fuck me! Please fuck me wet, aching pussy!"

She let go of my head and reached down, grabbed my hard cock and stroked it a couple times. I position myself, still using one hand to tease and caress her breast. Foxy suddenly looked nervous so I went nice and slow. Gently, I pushed in the first inch or so and she gasped. When she looked into my eyes and nodded, I pressed in another inch or two and she took a deep breath before murmuring, "Keep goin', Baby. Jus' go slow."

I obeyed, pushing inward until I was fully seated. Foxy wriggled and adjusted until she felt comfortable. While she did, I kept running my hand up and down her amazing body. When she gave me a nod, I pulled out until I was only just inside before thrusting back in. Foxy winced and I suddenly got worried. "Are you okay? Should we stop?" I asked anxiously but she shook her head. "No way! Ye'r stayin' right 'ere and fuckin' me proper, ye got it! It's just been awhile. Keep goin'."

I nodded and repeated my motion slowly. Her winces soon turned to moans of pleasure. "Ooohhh! That's gettin' sooooo much be'er, Marcus! Faster! Deeper! I said 'fuck me proper' now do it!"

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. She was getting bossy on me. I gave her what she wanted, thrusting harder and harder into her, my hips slamming into her pelvis and she began to gasp and scream with pleasure. Suddenly, her eye shot open and she said, "Fuck, Marcus! I'm gonna cum already!"

I grinned and began to go faster. I wanted her to cum hard and I made sure that she did. With a scream, I felt her contracting around me and it was fantastic. I slowed down but kept going, allowing her to feel as much as possible. She didn't stop moaning but lay back, her sensitive body handling my continued motions as well as the bliss of her first orgasm. Soon enough, she was back into it, moaning even more loudly. Foxy pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around me, finding a different angle. Her one eye went wide as that angle afforded her different, even more intense sensation and she began to gasp in my ear, repeating over again 'Yes! Oh yes! Give me more! More! It's amazin', Marcus! It's just so amazing!"

I began to fee my own climax approaching but I wanted her to cum again first or maybe come with me. Suddenly, she pushed off the desk. Damn! These girls were stronger than they looked and I fell to the ground. Foxy began to ride me almost viciously. There was no stopping myself now. For someone with such limited experience, she was doing a hell of a number on me. Her pussy felt like it was actually sucking on my cock and I was seconds away but, apparently, so was she. Her movements became disjointed and she wasn't breathing but her body was spasming and bucking again. She froze, minus the spasms, before collapsing forward. My cock was pulsing, shooting into her warm, receptive body. I wrapped my arms around her and she pulled of me, stretching out and resting her head on my shoulder. "That was even better than I ever remembered. It makes a difference when me partner cares about makin' me feel good too."

I smiled, very glad to hear it.

4:00 A.M.

After snuggling together for a bit, we got dressed. Foxy hugged me and said, "T'was amazing, Marcus! I can't believe I have to wait another four days for this."

I chuckled and was about to reply when a smoke alarm went off. Suddenly, a cold feeling of dread filled my stomach. Somehow I knew, I just knew that it wasn't a false alarm. "Come on;" I murmured, grabbing her hand. We took off, meeting the girls in the entry way. I handed my car keys to Freeda. "Go to my car, get in and stay low. The windows are tinted so no one should be able to see you. I'm gonna clear the building. Make sure you keep the doors locked too."

They complied, running into the parking lot. I bolted through the building, grabbing a surgical mask and a pair of goggles just in case. When I got to the smoke alarm, I realized that it wasn't a smoke alarm. It was some kind of gas alarm. One of the windows was broken in the kitchen and I knew I was in deep trouble. The gas stoves were all on but the pilot lights weren't. That wasn't an accident. None of the cooks would be the careless and neither would Chica. Between that and the window, I knew I had to get out and get out immediately. I turned just in time to duck a pipe wrench and shove back against my attacker. I wasn't surprised at all to find that it was Mike. I had no where to go but through him so I charged before he had the chance to set his feet, tackling him through the kitchen door and onto the hallway floor. I punched him hard several times before getting up and running. I could still smell the gas and heard Mike not far enough behind me as I ran to the office, grabbing the laptop and drive that housed the video footage. There was no way I was leaving it for him to destroy. That done, I ran out the opposite down to the one I came in through, just as Mike came in the other one. As fast as my legs would carry me, I exited through the front door and turned in time to see Mike light what looked like a Molotov cocktail and throw it as hard as he could back into the restaurant. I ran and jumped behind my car just in time to hear the gas inside ignite. I tapped on the window and it rolled down. "Stay in the car. This asshole is mine."

I handed Gredda the laptop and drive before going back around the car. The Pizzeria was burning now and I felt a twinge of guilt and of sympathy. The girls' home was burning to the ground. I texted Tim to call the cops and the fire department, explaining that Mike was here so I couldn't. I didn't read his response, I put my phone on the roof of my car and reached for my gun. To my shock, it wasn't there! Mike laughed and leaned his pipe wrench on his shoulder, sneering as he did. "Missing your side arm, Marky-Mark? I guess that gives me a distinct advantage, doesn't it?"

I laughed and we circled. "No that makes us just about even. And do I look like Mark Wahlberg to you?"

My laugh seemed to irritate Mike and he hefted the wrench, holding it in both hands and charging at me. The thing about a wrench like that is that they are really heavy and there is no way to really control it well unless you are freakishly strong. Mike wasn't. I ducked and moved in, throwing jabbing punches into his know and eyes before bringing a right hook hard enough across his face to knock out a tooth. Wildly, he swung the wrench again with an angry snarl. The angrier he got, the more he lost control. I caught his attack by stepping in so that his forearm hit my ribs. It still hurt for sure but it didn't break anything. Quickly, I wrestled the wrench out of his hands in the same way I would a gun. With two quick elbows, I smashed his ribs, breaking several on the second one. When he doubled over, I smashed his nose with my knee and flung him to the ground. "You're done, old man."

I knelt down over him, grabbed the front of his shirt and punched him hard, knocking out another tooth. My temper was gone. This piece of shit had tried to rape my friends, destroyed their home and kill me. Again and again, I smashed his face with my fist until, suddenly, a red hand caught mine. It was Foxy. She was wearing one of my hoodies with the hood up to hide her ears from observers. "Marcus, the police are almost here. Ye don't need to kill him. Ye'r better than that. Come on."

I wanted to tell her to go back to the car and finish beating Mike to death but looking into her eye and then looking back to see the other's watching me through the open windows, I took a deep breath. The sirens were coming and I said, "Get back to the car. I'm gonna get the laptop and drive to give to the cops. Tell the girls to close the window and stay down. I don't want the cops to try and question you."

Foxy nodded and got in the car. I took the laptop and went over by Mike, waiting with the laptop and Mike. A silver 2016 Camero blazed in just ahead of the cops. Tim stepped out wearing a windbreaker outfit and wearing a cap. He scowled down at Mike's still unconscious form. "I wouldn't have been upset if you'd killed him, you know;" he murmured. I chuckled and replied, "I wanted to beat him to death but Foxy convinced me not to."

Tim looked at his restaurant and sighed. "Well this is a shame. I was planning on major renovation and reconstruction anyway but that was the girl's home too. I was hoping to be able to plan for them to stay somewhere. Now I have to make arrangements. Damn! The cops are here and so is the fire department."

Without hesitation, I said, "If they need to, the girls can stay with me. We can work out details later after the cops and fire men are done with us."

Tim's jaw dropped and he stammered, "You'd - you'd do that for me?"

I chuckled, "Well - more for them but yeah."

With a solemn look on his face, Tim proffered his hand and I shook it and he said, "Thank you, Marcus. You are a lifesaver. Tell you what, I'm going to pay you what I would pay you for an eight hour work day every day that they are there."

I wanted to object but he wouldn't let me. Then, the police were there.

8:00 A.M.

After sworn statements and police reports and the fire was out, Myself and Tim drove the girls to my house. It was a big house. My parents had left it to me and it was more than enough room for the girls. They were all so excited to hear that they wouldn't have to worry about living somewhere and that they would be with their favorite human on the planet. I myself just laughed. They promised they would help how they could and wouldn't be an trouble and I just told them to never worry about a thing.