Chapter Five: Banquet for One
You woke up earlier than you usually would on your day off, filled with a determination that tonight was going to be successful for you. You delved into you scratched up wooden wardrobe and pulled out every single cocktail dress you owned. You had about 4 of them, mainly gifts from old friends who forced you to go on nights out with them. Thank fuck you decided to keep them! You held them up on their hangers against your body, stroking different flirty poses in the mirror. You got embarrassed and stopped pretty fast. After about 40 minutes of oohs, uums and aahs, you settled on a tight, black velvet dress.
It was a strapless with a plunge neckline that you could pair with a long necklace and black heels. It was simple but oh so sexy. You had the perfect strapless bra to go with it, one of those stick on ones. You loved how the dress fit your hips and waist, having the perfect little figure. You use to be nervous about your body but you had grown to love yourself a little more everyday, seeing yourself in this dress was just more confirmation that you could pull anyone you wanted, even if your mind was set on who you wanted to get the attention of.
The whole time you were getting ready, you were getting small but often texts from Monty. Most of them consisted of badly taken selfies or him complaining about how sticky the kids' fingers were, that one kid stole his glasses to wear. He wished they'd just sell replicas of his glasses so kids would leave his the fuck alone. You replied with little photos of what you were doing at home, making tea when you had breaks and sending him photos of the dresses you had thought about, not letting him see the one you chose however.
You took a long and hot shower, doing everything you wanted to feel how you deserved to feel. The hair treatment made your chocolate brown hair soft to the touch and made you smell like white peaches and your skin had the scent of sweet honey thanks to your favourite, and pretty damn expensive, lotion. You did your makeup to be soft glam, touches of nude gloss and highlight shimmer over the high points of your face and chest made you feel beautiful. It had been such a long time since you dressed up, you knew you looked good but it was different when you were dressing up with the intention to get the attention of someone else. You made sure you give your hair a little TLC, deciding to straighten it so it sat flush against your face to frame your features better.
You weren't stupid however, you packed sweatpants and a jumper with some comfortable shoes in a bag and threw them into the back of your car. You headed out at 6pm and pulled up at 6:25pm. Not late but not early! Venessa met you at the door as you two had planned to go together. She was dressed in a medium length red dress which awkwardly fit her with small matching heels, hair neatly done. "Oh, damn. Look at you!" She said, "I didn't know you could scrub up that well." She gave a half smirk, eyes definitely going to your rather large chest in the low cut dress.
"You little pervert!" You winked back at her, both linking arms and heading up to the adult bar at the far end of the Pizzaplex, located by the West side dance floor. More people were there than you expected there to be and a lot of heads turned when you both walked in. Most guys were in smart attire and the women got dolled up.
You and Venessa headed quickly to the bar, both quite excited to use the 20% off discount on the drinks. You got a pint of beer and Venessa went for a fruity Caribbean style cocktail. "Fuck yeah." You said excited as you took a swig, it was all their own branded alcohol and it wasn't bad at all. Even though Venessa was talking at you, complaining about the daycare patrols or something, you weren't exactly listening to her. Your eyes scanned the crowd of employees, looking for a rather stand-out gator. You felt your heart sink when you couldn't see any of them around, not even Freddy on the dance floor.
Feeling a little defeated, you spent the next half hour collecting stronger drinks and consuming them. You hadn't thought about a meal before leaving so the alcohol went right to your head. You were feeling a little fuzzy as you dragged your friend to the dance floor, the blaring music wasn't as good as the incident yesterday night but you were too tipsy to care. You weren't fully drunk but enough for that good buzz.
You were dancing beside Venessa when you felt hands run down your waist, but they were big hands. You turned and saw Erick, the dumb sales clerk from the prize counter trying his luck. "Get off me, don't touch me." You swatted at his hands but he got more grabby, "Come on, Y/N. Loosen up and let's dance." He was busy trying to press his hips against yours, not noticing the crowd of people parting behind him on the dance floor. Before you knew it, Erick was flung backwards into his work mates and the big hands you craved were placed on your hips.
Monty didn't even say anything as he picked you up by your hips, taking you to the side. "You okay? I should crush that freak's head in my claws!" He snarled as he went to go back to get him. You quickly wrapped your arms around his waist, "No, don't waste your time. Where have you been? I've been waiting." You say with a pout, face pressed against his chest. If a animatronic could blush, Monty would be scarlet red. "Busy." He said back to you, "I'm here now." He slowly wrapped his arms around you, feeling the fabric of your dress, eyes looking past your face and down at your chest. The truth was, he had been there, watching you. The others had been busy trying to get him to go and talk to you, they'd all figured out the little crush he had on you. He treated you different to everyone else.
"Getting your tits out, huh? Lucky me." He smirked as you returned with a coy look, "You like the outfit, hmmm? I made sure not to show it to you so you could see it in person." The liquid courage was kicking in strongly as you took his hand, pressing it against your plush chest. "I could let you see them in person, just a shame it's soooo dark right now." You whispered to him, hands reaching up and stroking down his snout. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss mark to the tip of his nose, leaving a little pink glossy mark there.
You heard the whirl of gears from inside him, his hand firmly gripping your chest as a growl escaped him, not an angry one but an animalistic one. "Girl, you don't know what you're doing to me right now…I could eat you all up right now…every inch of you." He leaned down, taking in your sweet scent. You felt something wet glide against your skin, his silicone tongue running over your collar bones and chest.
"Oh, fuck…" You mumbled as you pressed up against him and your legs became shaky with anticipation, "E-Every time you flirted with me…was it real? Or a joke?" You slightly break the mood to ask but you just had to know.
Monty ran his hands over your hips, gaining some stares from nearby employees as he grabbed your ass in his hands and squeezed. "I meant every fuckin' word, baby. Look at you…you are making me overheat. You are a full course meal, especially dressed like this…" Monty didn't even know where to touch, where to look or where to taste. "I want this off." He pulled at the black velvet dress. "I want your legs over my shoulder and my cock deep inside you. I want you screaming my fucking name all night." He whispered in your ear.
That's all you needed to hear from him, "Your room, right now." You gripped onto him, "Pick me up." You didn't give a fuck who looked or commented. You didn't think you could walk with this amount of heat between your legs. There was something about this egotistical, aggressive but charming guy that you wanted. You wanted your lipstick over his face and hips, you wanted his teeth marks on your neck. If you weren't choking on his cock by the end of the night, you'd be pissed off. You wanted everything he could give you.
He swiftly lifted you like you weighed nothing, hips desperately pressed and grinding up against yours. "M-Monty, yes…fuck…" you mewled needingly as you pressed kisses over his neck and shoulders. As soon as you got to the room, it was over. He threw you down on his plush sofa, claws digging in and practically ripping the dress of your body. When he saw you in your underwear under his towering body, his tail automatically started to sway.
His hands gripped your thick thighs, squeezing them before his mouth went down to them. His tongue ran over your inner thigh, biting down to leave possessive marks. The sudden pain made you gasp loudly but it wasn't a bad thing. "Fuck…Good boy…" you whispered to him, your words making desperate moans escape him.
"Y/N…." He kissed up your body, gripping your sides gently before getting to your chest. He rubbed himself against you, you could feel something stiff and firm between your legs. "I-I wanna see your dick." You blurt out as he is removing your bra, ever so confused by the fact it was a stick on one.
He smirked more, once he freed your from your bra and his mouth had time to press kisses to your nipples, he leaned back and started to undo his belt. He tugged off his little rockstar themed trousers to reveal a large silicone cock, plated like scales and was a deep purple.
You sat up and shuffled forward, a hand cautiously feeling the base before massaging up to the tip. This thing was as thick as your forearm arm and just big. "Oh, shit…I should have fucked you sooner…" you say before your mouth went to suck on his tip. Monty was wriggling under all your touches, his deep Louisiana accent mumbling about how good your mouth felt. It was weird to have silicone in your mouth, it was like sucking on a sex toy that twitched in your mouth and reacted to your touch. You slowly started to bob your head on his cock, taking in as much as you could. His hands gripped your hair tightly, guiding you to the speed he wanted.
"Thats it, doll face…just like that." He said through his groans of pleasure. You soon pushed back on his hips, "C'mere, Monty…Please, I need you." You practically begged as you laid back on the sofa, legs open as your fingers played with yourself.
Monty's motors went wild, his internal temperature raising and raising. All he could think about was you and only you, everything about you. He leaned down and pressed his snout against your mouth, tongue pressing deep against yours. You felt his tip press inside you before the rest followed. You felt your legs start to shake as more and more filled you up, fitting as much of him as you could. You'd have to work on taking him all.
You gripped the sides of his face to kiss him, tongues rubbing together as he was gripping behind your knees, starting to slam into your pussy. He rolled his hips as he started to hit every spot you yearned for, every spot you wanted him to reach. You couldn't control your voice and you knew you were being loud, practically screaming his name when he wasn't kissing you. He wasn't exactly quite either, between moaning and deep growls, he was crying out your name like it was the only thing he wanted to hear.
"Fuck, you are….Y-You are fucking amazing…." He groaned as he started to pant. You could feel him getting physically hotter against your hands and inside you as he was getting close. He had been rearranging your guts for a while now but he couldn't handle it anymore. He bit down on your shoulders and neck, crying out your name before filling you with cum and that sent you over the edge, your orgasm running through your body like electric.
He slowed his pace down as he kept moving inside of you, over stimulating himself and you. Once you both cal finished, he slowly moved out of you and you felt cum drop down your side. You couldn't even comment as you hadn't ever had such great sex in your life. Monty picked you up and sat back against the sofa, putting a blanket over you and holding you against his naked body. What a fucking night.