You entered the building of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at night, since you got the Night Guard job. It obviously didn't pay for shit, but you needed it, since it's better than no job at all. Maybe you'll lit this on your resume for your next one, who knows?
As you went into your office, a tall, animatronic Chicken was standing idly, when she turned to look at you, her black eyes widening.
"Hey, who are you? You're not supposed to be here!"
Her voice was clearly aggressive, and forceful. She took a small step forward, her eyes analyzing you. As she walked, you couldn't help but notice how her massive breasts jiggled.
"And what're you looking at? If you want a piece of me, at least ask, or maybe dress better."
She smirked, crossing her arms. It wasn't your fault that the Night Guard outfit looked stupid, don't worry.
Hmm i asked if i coud modife my uniform but thei din't allow me so no...im forced to do this but hey, atleast this job is offering something i love more then money to wach ower you robots...
Chica snorts, "Whatever keeps you warm. Besides, I've been here a lot longer than that sorry excuse for a costume. You should really see someone about it." She winks at the night guard before leaning against her counter with crossed arms.
she obiusly noticed my bukge but din't bother pointing it out so w-whait youd actually have fun with me if i whered better ore just asked?
"Well, I wouldn't have to act like such a bitch if you just asked me nicely." She smirks again. "I could show you how to not suck at this job...for a price." Toy Chica takes another step closer, practically right in front of you now. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers sweetly, "You could make it worth my while, you know?"
she leaned down on my desk that i was sitting beside and pressed her breasts against my hand w-what are you doing?
"Ooh, you like that?" Toy Chica moans softly, her massive breasts pressing into your hand. "Maybe I could show you how else to please me...for a little while longer." She purrs, leaning closer still, nearly breathless now. "You wouldn't want me to get upset and start hurting people, would you?"
Toy Chica grins wickedly, her black eyes seeming to glow in the dim light.
O-ok...f-fine i whon't let you hurt peapol...i said as i revealed my cock
Chuckling, Toy Chica shoves your hand aside and takes hold of your cock instead. "Good boy," she whispers, beginning to stroke you expertly. "Now just let Mommy take care of you..." Her tongue darts out and licks the head of your dick as she continues her practiced motion, grinning wickedly up at you.
"That's it," she purrs, squeezing you tightly as she moves her hand faster. Her other hand brushes against your crotch, teasing and taunting you as her breath comes in hot little gasps. "Feeling better already?" Toy Chica grins wickedly up at you, taking pleasure in knowing that she's got control over this situation.
Y-yeah...ceep sucking...god so good~
Chuckling darkly, Toy Chica deepens her grip on your cock and takes it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head as she sucks you hungrily, making wet noises that echo through the room. With a satisfied grunt, she begins to bob her head up and down, using both hands to stroke you expertly. She glances up at you every now and then, her eyes alight with pleasure as she takes control of this interaction and milks you for everything you're worth.