Mark sat himself down in the office chair in front of the monitors. He honestly didn't know what to expect tonight. Would Bonnie come back? And if he did what would he do? He had discovered that the bunny animatronic was quite...touchy feely. But he still wasn't sure if there was still a chance he'd get murdalized. In any case, he had a job to do.
Mark took a breath & kept an eye on the monitors for the next two hours. When he looked back to the camera pointed at the stage after this time had passed, he saw Bonnie was gone. But instead of a sense of impending dread, Mark's heart skipped a beat. He didn't feel scared exactly, he felt anxious. He flipped through the other cameras, but he couldn't find where Bonnie was. So instead he checked the stage camera again & found that Chica wasn't there anymore either. He creased his eyebrows in confusion.
"Why the hell isn't Chica there?"
Mark didn't get much time to look for Chica before that music started playing somewhere in the restaurant again. He looked to the left door & saw Bonnie standing there. His first reaction, of course, was to try to hit the button to close the door. But his body didn't let him. He just sat there almost frozen as Bonnie moved over to him.
Bonnie reached out to Mark & put a hand on either side of the man's shoulders pulling him to his feet.
Mark swallowed a bit nervous as he looked at Bonnie. He let the purple animatronic pull him in for a hug it seemed, he actually felt Bonnie rest his head on top of his. He rested his hands on Bonnie chest. He almost felt like he was waiting for Bonnie to start groping him. And after a minute or two he did feel soft hands touching his back & rear. But he quickly found that they didn't belong to Bonnie. He turned his head to look over his shoulder & found Chica standing behind him.
Chica was running her hands over him & ended up pushing his shirt up to expose his back.
Mark didn't have much choice, with Bonnie holding him in place, but to let Chica touch him. Her hands brushed over his exposed skin almost tickling him. Pretty soon Mark felt Bonnie move a hand down to his crouch like before. Mark felt his face heat up. He sort of gripped onto Bonnie's fur & pressed his lips together not sure what to do. What the hell was going on with these animatronic? Why did they want to do this to him? Of course he likely wasn't getting an answer to either of those questions.
Mark was a bit startled when he heard a metallic clink. He looked down & saw Chica trying to unbuckle his belt. Mark blushed deeper & looked at Chica not quite sure he wanted to expose himself like that. He felt Bonnie nudge his face with his nose. He looked up questioningly. They were both watching him expectantly, Bonnie had even stopped rubbing him. The rational part of Mark's mind was nearly screaming at him not to do this. Of course, he didn't really listen to rationality too much. So Mark tentatively unbuckled his belt & unbuttoned his jeans. Chica didn't waste any time in pulled them down to his ankles. Without hesitation Bonnie returned to rubbing at Mark's erection through his underwear. Mark couldn't help but groan softly. Chica busied herself with rubbing at Mark's chest under his shirt & nuzzling his hair.
Mark let his head rest against Bonnie's chest & let them touch him. He was surprised to feel Bonnie's free hand glide down his back. He was even more surprised when he felt his hand slip under his underwear & a padded finger brush against a certain sensitive place. Mark jolted & let out a gasp. He almost reached for Bonnie's hand to stop him a moment. However Chica caught his hand & placed it back on Bonnie's chest before she returned to massaging Mark's chest. Bonnie started rubbing his finger against Mark's hole. Mark found his dick starting to leak. Why the hell was he letting them do this? The answer that popped into his mind was quite simple. Because it felt good.
With both Bonnie & Chica's rubbing Mark didn't stand much of a chance at lasting too long. He ended up groaning into Bonnie's fur as he came. He had to let himself relax for a bit. He ended up sitting back down in his chair again. This though he watched Bonnie & Chica disappear out the doors. Mark didn't even have to look at the clock. It was 6 am. At least he understood the process more now. It didn't make it any less odd or...dare he say exciting?
But now he had to pull his pants back up & go home. He wasn't sure how much sleep he'd get with all these questions & thoughts running through his head. He just needed to be ready for night three.