Fredrica's ch5 pt3

Your activities are sorely interrupted by a snicker from the doorway. Chica poses against the doorframe, dressed in her dance outfit and grinning her toothy, but beaked, smile. “Y’know, you two are late fer class.~” She teases. The both of you freeze up and Bonnie quickly hops off your lap and gathers her clothes off the floor. Your body laments her leaving you, but it’ll just have to deal with it.

“You’re lucky Mama’s busy with Daddy right now considerin that ‘no fraternizing’ rule she laid down.” You could feel the sarcasm dripping in the chicken’s voice, and you knew, for a fact, that she hadn’t considered following the rule at all after the night Mama called that meeting. She was smarter about her timing though, and had been the most punctual of the girls since.

You get up and start to change, since there’s no way you’ll have time to seek the privacy of your office. Chica watches like a hawk. Bonnie takes a quick glance at a very opportune moment and squeaks a little before very quickly averting her eyes. You slip into the tights and all as quick as possible. Bonnie gets back into her full costume and shuffles out the door. The birdbot gives her a slap on the behind to move her along a little faster. You follow, stumbling to get your shoe on right. You receive a playful butt smack too, but you could swear you felt more of a grab and squeeze.

You do some stretches and the class begins, abet a little later than usual. After doing some drilling, Chica motions you to sit aside, and for Bonnie to come forward to do her final dress rehearsal. Looking up, on the second floor, above the one-way mirror of your office, is a little sound and lighting booth. Foxy is seated at the controls. She gives a thumbs up and the music begins. It sounds very Halloweeny, fitting for her costume. The bunbot does her act, flawlessly. While it’s great with music, you had to admit you liked it much better when it ended with those thick thighs on either side of your lap. She looks to you as soon as she finishes. You smile and clap for her and she blushes. She probably liked it better on top of you too.

Chica looks exceptionally proud of her student. “Fantastic Bonnie! Yer a real natural! I bet Mama and Daddy are gonna be so impressed when they see ya tonight!” She puts an arm around the purple animatronic’s shoulders, then noogies her with her other hand, eliciting a little giggle from her sisterbot. “Now Mikey, I don’t wanna be rude, but it’s gonna take a little more practice to catch up to her. But I think you could become a pretty stunnin stud in the boylesque world eventually~” That’s good enough for you. She chuckles, “At least you can be backup in case onea us gets tied up and can’t make it on stage.”

The training continues after that, and, by the end, you’re a bucket of sweat. You slip into the bathroom off the main dressing room. You’re not sure if the girls use it. You’re not sure if they need to? But it is clean, and not dusty, and you see them go into it every so often. Huh, maybe that’s something you can ask the owner when you see him. Well, maybe not the FIRST thing you ask him of course. That would be weird. You take a towel and wet it with cold water, then press it to your face. It feels nice. You clean up your sweat and get back into your security uniform. Maybe you’ll grab another slice of pizza before settling down in your office for a while. As you dress, you hear the main door into the dressing room open and two girls enter while talking, caught in mid-conversation. It’s Foxy and Chica. You’ve gotten so used to eavesdropping via camera, that you can’t resist. You press an ear to the bathroom door and listen.

“Did you see them? They’re back again, waiting outside with the customers.” The fox states.

“Ugh, when are they gonna give it up? It’s in the past. The dealin’ is done and they gotta move on.” You hear a bump, probably Chica scooting into her vanity station. “If it was me I woulda taken ‘em all out instead of bein’ merciful like Mama did.”

“I can understand why she did it. There would be no way she would know for certain if she got them all, even with all she knows.” You hear Foxy take a seat too. “And they can be an asset when they behave.”

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t trust em as far as I could throw em. Ya start trustin too much, you’ll end up like you know who.”

Foxy quickly cuts into Chica’s word train before she can say more. “Mike is probably back in his office by now. Let us talk about something more appropriate.”

Chica doesn’t miss a beat, “So did ya see the special pie Juan’s workin on? He put deep fried twinkie slices an bacon on it! Who would do somethin like that? Humans are goddamn crazy sometimes. I’m gettin real tied of this bacon craze, ya know Cap’n? Like, alright ya like cured pig slices, get in fuckin line! Who doesn’t? Ya ain’t special cause ya like bacon!” The conversation continues like this.

While you’d love to continue to listen in from the bathroom, you could do plenty of that when you got to your station. Thankfully, the bathroom is a Jack and Jill style, with another door leading out into the main backstage. You escape quickly, the sounds of Chica ranting about ‘artisan’ cured meats echoing through the dark.