A/N: Ok, so I got enough reviews/PMs to continue writing. Mike Schmidt doesn't start off real quick because I'm a jerk. Enjoy the fanfiction!

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Night 5

Chapter 9 "I Got A Bad Feeling About this..."

POV-Jackson-Still dayshift

"Hmm...so he starts next week?" I asked Emily while I sat comfortably in my chair.

"Yeah, he's actually an employee from the original restaurant. The old one was...sorta demolished. But the animatronics were put into safe keeping. They were, and probably still are, murderous. But that's a thing of the past. Mike didn't want to come back. Said he did his week, it's still gives him nightmares and hallucinations. I told him the animatronics are different, he finally gave in and agreed. I didn't tell him about...the animatronics'...problem."

"Yeah, you don't tell anyone about that, do you?" I smiled knowingly.

"Shut up. You can't say you don't enjoy it," She giggled.

"Whatever, you want me to give him the 'grand tour'?" I put emphasis on the last words.

"Just teach him how to guard the pizzeria. I don't trust that phone guy anymore. He was a good guard, bad friend," I heard her sigh wistfully, "I honestly wish he wasn't such a grudge holding asshole. But we can't change that. So, remember, teach him everything you know." She then hung up.

I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair. "I'm still gonna talk to phone guy. He is such a dick!" I opened my eyes and saw all the animatronics. Bonnie was the first to speak.

"So your not working tonight? I was hoping you are." I rolled my eyes and answered.

"No, I'm sore, I'm tired, and I don't wanna. That a good enough reason for ya?" They all looked sad for a moment before their lips curved into wicked smiles. Francesca spoke next.

"Fine, we'll just give you twice the effort on your fifth night." She laughed quietly before walking away. The others soon followed with large grins plastered on their faces.

"Whatever," I said to myself, "How much harder could they try? I mean, it's been four nights with...almost no problem." Standing up, I stretched with an audible crack. I grabbed my groin in pain and groaned. "This sucks..."

POV-Trixi-later that night

"Bonnie was fun and all, but now I'm bored. Isn't there any animatronic that wants to play?" I flicked through the cameras while twirling my hair with my finger. I stopped when I saw Foxy in Pirate's Cove. She was sitting in a wooden chair and staring into the camera. "What's her problem?" She suddenly stood up and started walking towards my office, she rubbed her thighs together oddly as she did so.

She stood at the door and smiled awkwardly. "Uhh...I need something?"

"So," I said with a wide grin, "I was under the impression you were swordfighting or training or whatever?"

I've never seen her give me the "puppy eyes" before. She stared into my soul...and I couldn't take it. "What's wrong? Did I say something?"

She sighed and crossed her arms in annoyance, a clear sign of impatience. "Don't play dumb er act innocent Trixi, ya know exactly why I'm here...and we both know I'm gonna get it." Her voice gave off a commanding tone that sent shivers down my spine.

I spun around in my chair playfully and smiled at her before replying in a girlish tone, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe you could just, I don't know, beg?" In the midst of giggling, I neglected to watch her as she pounced on me and licked my cheek.

She whispered in my ear in a seductive voice, "I don't usually beg, but since Jackson is gon', I'm yer dog for tonight." I moaned a little as I felt, really felt, her warm breath as it blew over my ear. I had to give credit when it's due, she's amazing at getting me wet.

Stifling another moan, I agreed to her proposition (even though I wanted to anyways). "Good, now what should dis dog do fer ya?"

"I personally think the dog should be properly fed." I said while slowly opening my legs and pulling down my skirt.

"What happens if da dog ain't so hungry?" She questioned with a teasing smile.

"Well, then maybe the dog has forgotten who asked who for this little favor?" She didn't smile as much anymore and quit the teasing. I bit my bottom lip and purred, "Good. Now eat."

-LEMON HERE-

Foxy put her head in between my legs and licked the outer lips of my pussy through the fabric of my panties. I moaned as she continued to lick up and down horizontally on my folds, each lick sending a jolt through my entire body. Placing her thumb on top of my wet cunt, she made tiny circles that I couldn't help but moan loudly at.

Then she pulled the panties aside and twirled her tongue around my moist pussy, each time she got a little closer to my pink folds. Without warning, she stopped and blew on my wet hole, I moaned loudly and squirmed a little as my body suddenly felt ice cold. She waited a couple seconds before slipping half her warm tongue into my leaking cunt, it felt hot for a second before I got used to it. She darted it in and out quickly and I groaned in pleasure, I put my hands on the back of her head and pushed her further in.

She licked as deep as she could get inside my wet pussy, eventually finding an overly sensitive spot and attacking it skillfully. I panted and moaned shrilly, each lick bringing me closer to the edge. Soon enough, I let out long moan of pleasure and held Foxy's head as I came hard. When I finally stopped and Foxy pulled her face back, my clear juices rolled down her chin making a tiny puddle on the floor.

Foxy licked her lips and sighed in contentbefore cleaning her face off and smiling mischeviously. "Now," she said with a seductive purr-like tone, "let's get to the real fun."

She motioned for me to lay down on the floor, then she did the same and started to play with my pussy a little again. She made small circles with her index finger and pinched my clit gently. I was horny again in a matter of seconds. She interlocked her legs with mine until our holes were touching.

She began to slowly grind her pussy against mine, a moan escaping her mouth with every rub. She started to move faster, getting a rhythm started that I was instinctively pulled into. I matched her pace and moaned louder and louder each time our clits touched.

But I could feel my orgasm approach, a dull warm feeling built up inside of me once again. I knew Foxy was close too, her grinding beginning to get more desperate and sporadic. It only helped to make my orgasm all the better, seeing her face in a state of pure bliss.

We came within seconds of each other, yet another puddle forming between our bodies. As juices mingled between intertwined legs, I spoke in between pants for breath, "Wow...that was...g-great." She dipped her finger in the warm sex fluids and brought it up too her face and licked it clean. I'm the kind of girl that can't help but love her job.

POV-Jackson on the following night

The soreness had let up a little, but it still hurt. The dull ache in my muscles was nothing compared to the thought of another worker that I had to teach. "Mike Schmidt," I repeated to myself as I walked through the doors to the pizzeria a little before my shift started. I walked through the halls, an eerie feeling fell over me as I remembered what Franchesca had said, "...we'll just have to try harder..."

I sat down in my chair and grinned at the thought of actually just keeping them out of my office. But that's just cruel...right? Nevertheless, tonight's back to being sex, sex, and more sex. I don't have much reason to complain, but I probably still will. The clock struck twelve and I was physically prepared, my mentality was a whole different story.

A/N: Sorry for the exceptionally long "Vacation" guys. I have no excuse for why I haven't posted in a while. My only attempt at a sorry was this halfassed lemon. I promise I'll do better next time. If anyone can guess my age, I'll PM them insider info on the future of Mike Schmidt and a little bit of his importance in the fic. So, once again, Happysapplinz out but not for long.