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"Thank you, come again!" You handed the Gold Watcher the freshly baked pizza, watching as he slid towards the door.
When he was out of sight you dropped your smile. The monkeys were always hounding you about the importance of "service with a smile." And they did say they'd let you go if you did a good job so like a good employee, you obeyed.
Heading back to the kitchen you started to prep two large pepperoni pizzas to save time. It's a little odd they only got one topping. Maybe they'll expand their menu in the future?
An alarm snapped you out of your thoughts, signaling to you that the Joy Joy Gang were paying another one of their "visits."
You knew the drill by now; give them pizza and they'll stop trashing the place. Quickly, you put the pizzas into separate ovens. While you waited you spared a glance at the tiny window. Sure enough, the three of them were currently bashing the counter. You hope the monkeys won't give you an earful about the damage.
The ovens ding, and you carefully remove the pizzas out. Time to serve your customers.
Hangry took his pizza without so much as a "thank you," eagerly making his way out of the establishment to enjoy his meal.
Penny was a little more gracious, chirping out a slightly patronizing, "Good squishy!" before taking her leave.
That left Lucky, who continued to beat up the counter like it owed him money. You could see that your only barrier wouldn't last much longer.
You ran back into the kitchen, getting anxious when the dough chute hadn't dispensed any dough yet. The alarms weren't doing wonders for your nerves, either.
Growing desperate, you grabbed a wooden spoon and prodded the tube. Was the chute seriously clogged? Now, of all times?!
Finally! A raw pizza crust dropped onto the counter. Hastily putting on the toppings you chucked it in the oven, waiting impatiently for it to bake. There was no way it'll be done in time but hopefully Lucky could wait?
The alarm abruptly stopped.
Who were you kidding, you're so screwed.
You jumped as the door slammed open, an irritated rabbit stalking his way towards you. The look in his eyes made you shrink back towards the counter.
He lunged forward and grabbed you by your shirt collar. "What the fuck is takin' so long? Is it too much for your mortal brain to cook some goddamn pizza?!"
You put your hands up defensively. "W-wait! If you just give me a few more minutes, I'll have your order ready!"
"Forget it, I'm not in the mood no more," he looked like he was about to wind up a punch, but paused.
He pulled you closer, shamelessly looking down your shirt. You felt your face heating up, the idea of an animatronic finding you attractive weirdly turning you on.
Lucky met your gaze again, wearing a mischievous smile. "Although, there might be a way to make it up to me."
"I'll do anything!" And you meant it. You didn't want to be stuck serving monsters pizza forever. Though you regret the phrasing once it left your mouth.
"That's the spirit," the rabbit chuckled, shoving you towards the middle of the room. "Why don't you start by strippin' for me?
You didn't miss a beat, kicking off your shoes and dropping your pants. Your movements were stiff and nervous, eager to get on with this as soon as possible.
Lucky put a hand up to stop you. "What's the rush, doll? We've got all the time in the world."
He sounded a lot less pissed right now and you intend to keep it that way. You grabbed the hem of your shirt, gradually raising it over your head. Your bra followed suit, letting the straps fall off your shoulders before unhooking it and joining the pile. Then, you shimmied out of your panties. All that was left was your socks, which you peeled off quickly. Not even you can make taking off socks look sexy.
The rabbit seemed satisfied enough with your performance, staring at you in what you could only describe as hunger.
Sweeping an arm across the counter, he knocked down several containers, their contents spilling all over the floor. Great, you were definitely gonna get scolded for that later.
He turned back to you, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you on the counter as if you weighed nothing. The show of inhuman strength thrilled you. You were completely at the rabbit's mercy.
You couldn't help but feel disappointed when Lucky backed away. He leaned against the opposite wall, taking in the sight of you sitting pretty on the counter.
The oven dinged, cutting the tension. You figured you should get that since you're still technically on the clock.
You managed to plant your feet on the ground before Lucky snapped at you. "Where you goin'? Get back up there."
"Uh, I think I should turn off the oven first."
"You ain't moving unless I say so."
"But the pizza will burn!"
"Do I look like I give a fuck?
Afraid he'll go back to his violent self, you hesitantly hopped back on the counter. You gave a fleeting glance at the oven, the doomed pizza left to burn.
On the plus side, your obedience pleased the rabbit. "Good girl," he praised. "Now, play with yerself."
Gotta keep the customer happy, right?
Spreading your legs, you slowly pushed a finger inside your cunt. You let your gaze fall onto your lap as you concentrated on getting yourself off.
“Look at me while you’re doin’ it,” the rabbit spoke up.
You met his eye as you slipped another finger inside you. Now that you’ve gotten somewhat comfortable you started thumbing your clit, your free hand fondling your chest. God, were you doing this right? Or was it coming off as cheesy?
Judging from the growing tent in Lucky’s suit, you assumed it’s the former.
"Wait," he uttered, halting your ministrations. Lucky then started to raid the fridges, tossing what he didn't need onto the floor, much to your chagrin. He finally found something to his liking, handing you a pepperoni stick. "Use this."
You better get a raise after this.
Taking the offered item, you began peeling off the wrapper. Carefully pushing the stick between your lower lips, you started a steady pace of stimulating yourself again. It felt weird since the meat was still cold, but you soldiered on.
You feel kinda stupid, but you try to sell it as much as possible. Slowly, your self-consciousness melted away as you fucked yourself with the meat. Your breath was becoming labored.
"That's enough," Lucky ordered. You couldn't help but let out a whine before reluctantly removing the meat stick from your sopping cunt.
"Can't be the only one havin' fun here," he grabbed ahold of your hips and pulled you closer to the edge. The force made your upper body fall backwards onto the counter, wincing as you banged your head. You went to sit up, but Lucky put his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back down. Getting the message, you stayed put.
"Those monkeys were really holdin’ out, huh? Keepin' this away from me all along," he ran his hands up your torso, cupping your breasts.
You could say he was kneading them like dough. Heh.
The rabbit stopped. "What's so funny, toots?”
“Just sensitive there, that’s all.”
“Oh, really? Good to know.”
He continued feeling you up, his clothed bulge pressing firmly against your slit. That'll definitely leave a stain on his suit, but he doesn't seem to mind.
Reaching over, he grabbed the unscrewed jar of sauce you left on the counter. You watched as he tilted it far enough for a glob of sauce to splatter on your chest.
"Whoops," he said, sarcastically. Surprisingly he placed the jar back on the countertop instead of tossing it on the floor. "Lemme get that for ya." You squeaked in surprise as he leaned down and licked it off, making sure to run his tongue over your nipple.
"Heh, who needs pizza when I got a full-course meal right here?" Pulling his fly down he lined up his dick at your entrance. He shoved himself into you, but because of the preparation, it didn't hurt as much as it should have. Still, you let out a small hiss as he started to mercilessly pound into you.
Since he's made it clear he wants you on your back all you could do was take it, gripping the edges of the countertop. His cock filled you up more than that meat stick ever could.
You wish he'd let you touch him. The fur around his muzzle looks especially soft.
The familiar sound of the service bell snapped you out of your lustful haze. Lucky gave no indication that he heard it, instead keeping his focus on you. You followed his example and allowed yourself to relax.
By the third ring, his ear twitched in annoyance. He started to become more vocal, seemingly trying to drown out the incessant ringing.
It was working until a barrage of dings finally broke him. With a frustrated groan, he started to reluctantly tear himself away from you.
Before he could pull out, you hugged his waist with your legs. "No, please!" He redirected his heated glare to you. "Let them leave on their own," you finished quieter than you intended.
He still looked unconvinced so you pulled out the ol' puppy dog eyes for good measure. "Please, Lucky, you feel so good..." you begged.
Victory! He resumed his position over you, cracking a smile. "Fine, only for you."
He went back to fucking you senseless, much to your delight. Now that he was in a good mood, he didn't let the ringing bother him anymore. "That fucking moron's still out there. Can you believe it?"
"Mmm, hope they like charred pizza."
It seems the customer finally took the hint and left since the bell hadn't rung once in the past couple minutes. You shot a smug grin at the rabbit, which he returned with a smirk of his own.
"Man, this joint's got terrible service. Gah, gonna have to have a word with the manager," he grunted.
"I'm afraid she's a bit-" you mewled as he hit a particular spot, making you see stars. "...overworked at the moment."
"Yeah? Well, she sounds like she needs a good dicking!"
Tossing both your legs over his shoulder, he let you have it, driving himself in and out of you at a fast pace. Your toes curled as you came, feeling your energy draining by the second.
The rabbit showed no sign of slowing down, fucking your limp form until he reached his own climax. From the way his body was twitching, you could tell he was close.
With a shuddering moan, he came inside you. You wondered what he even produced, seeing he's a machine. Whatever it was, it felt warm, coating your insides. All in all, not unpleasant.
He pulled away from you at last. The loss of contact made you feel empty inside. Sitting up on your elbows you watched the rabbit compose himself, putting his dick away and straightening up. Acting like nothing had ever happened.
"Maybe next time you won’t take so long to serve me," Lucky sneered, grabbing the pepperoni stick coated with your essence. Pushing the door open with his back he gave you one last once over. "See ya around, mortal," he took a large bite of the pepperoni stick, chewing louder than necessary before finally leaving. The display left you more than a little flustered. It was short lived, however, as you took in the mess left behind.
Grated cheese and sauce littered the floor. The pizza was surely burnt to a crisp by now judging from the smell. Not to mention the countertop was still glistening with your fluids.
Well, looks like you're not returning to Bierce anytime soon. But maybe it won't be so bad with Lucky around for "company."