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" IN THE LOUNGE "

"Aannd, here is the new and improved Pirate's Cove," bantered Michael as he gestured at the pirate-themed party room. "I was the one who did all the upgrades on Foxy in Parts and Services. He's my favorite out of the group."

   He noticed the way your eyes suddenly lit up. "Your favorite is Foxy? So is mine!"

"Hell yeah!" Michael bubbled, delighted you share the same favorite animatronic. "He's been a fan favorite for years. You'll never see this room empty during the day."

You slant your head at him in amusement, which Michael caught as a cute gesture. "Well, aside the kids that still love to crowd around Pirate's Cove 'till this day, a lot more has changed since the last time I was here."

"How do you like it so far, then?"

You hummed. "The pizzeria's more lively and colorful than before. I'd say the improvement is really good!"

The brunette couldn't help but chuckle, gazing down at the checkered floor to hide his reddened cheeks and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You, uh— you said the last time you were here was when you were a kid, right?"

You nodded slightly, gazing right into Michael's face with a beam. His eyes meet with yours but instantly darted away. Maintaining eye contact with you was so difficult for the poor man. Not that it was his weakness (though it kind of was) or not that he falters at eye contact— but because every gesture you've made, every word you've said, and the small little things about you he noticed was just precious. He felt highly strung of nervousness and shame.

". . . so yeah, after spending my sixth birthday party here we didn't come back again."

Michael realized that he's been staring at you this whole time that even your words were blurred out. Everything that just came through one ear went straight out the other.

"I— I see," he says, clearing his throat. "At least you didn't have to come here every week your whole life. I basically grew up here, I guess."

"Oh yeah. Your father would bring you here for work, right? And now you're working for him," you say.

Michael rubbed his eyes and sighed. The sad thing is that his exhaustion wasn't even feigned just for the sake of sympathy. "Yeah. Life really sucked along the way. But I'm so glad I got out of that shitty nightguard shift and got to be with a sweet person like you instead."

Did I really just say that out loud?

Michael's entire body froze, his body heat growing hotter and hotter from the agitation rising again. It wasn't until he sees your face lighting up again at his honesty, a captivating, genuine smile across your face. A smile so captivating to him, penetrating his mind that it felt like time was slowing down for him. If he were to see a smile like that from such a complement, maybe he'll complement you more often.

"Aw. Michael," you gushed, softly scoffing. "You've been so kind and generous during our training. Thank you so much."

"Yeah. Yeah," he spoke nervously. His stomach couldn't stop twisting from the struggle of maintaining composure around you again.

   Get your shit together.

   Get your fucking shit together right now.

   Ugh, I'm so fucked.

   "So, uh— is this the end of the tour?" you suddenly ask, grasping Michael away from mentally scolding himself.

   "I— I believe so. We'll head back to the lounge to discuss our tasks for tomorrow," he says, finally taking the chance to settle his gaze on your face while you look away.

   Michael follows you to the staff lounge this time as he elaborates the objectives for the next day. But in the back of his mind, he had no idea what's to come while working with you. It made his stomach churn. Although developing feelings for you was Michael's main concern, he was also worried if your side-gig were to be exposed one day. The chances of this, however, were fairly low since you don't show your face. Only for the subscribers that pay monthly for your premium content.

   But what if a young adult customer or one of the other employes were also a subscriber?

Stop fucking overthinking.

As time passed, Michael looked at the clock and realized training was about to end shortly. It sucked how during the past few hours he's been around you these sudden emotions have been distracting him. It didn't get in the way of your training, thank goodness, but it rather pervaded his inner judgements and his impressions of you.

He started feeling guilty.

Michael's guilt of knowing you're a camgirl resurfaced. Those stressful nights leading to him masturbating to your content, lusting over your body and voice, and having phone sex with you. How ironic that not one trace of guilt or shame came across him that time. But it wasn't until now, seeing you in person with your impressionable facade for the workplace, masking your hidden life behind closed doors.

You showed him the perfect qualities for working at the pizzeria. The efficient communication skills, your reliability, productivity, a desire for improvement, taking initiative— every work ethic that a great employee possesses. He's seen all of that from you during the five hours of training. Even your charisma with him would sometimes allay his agitation. And there was nothing harmful to him about you doing your job; except for the alleviation constantly fading out of him.

"Michael? What's wrong?"

He realized that he's been staring at you this whole time. Again.

His face flushed red, completely tongue-tied as your presence approached closer. "Uh, it— it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?" you reassured. "If something's bothering you, you can tell me."

Michael held his breath from the soft gaze in your eyes, taking in him like he was traipsed in a spiderweb. He could stare at you all day. He could hear the sound of your nurturing voice all day. He could even lean in for a kiss right now. The both of you alone in this staff lounge was a perfect opportunity. But suddenly abashed by his own intrusive thoughts, he immediately glanced away.

"No. I mean— No! Nothing is bothering me," he chuckled nervously.

You mirrored his chuckle, concealing your skepticism. "It's okay. If you're not comfortable, you don't have to tell me. Just wanna know if you're okay."

Michael whirled around, refusing to face you again and searched for his phone on the sofa instead. "Well! It was great working with you today, Y/N. Training has officially ended and you're free to go," he says hastily like he was out of breath.

Feedback wasn't heard from you, which Michael assumed you already left the lounge and felt alleviated. But it wasn't until he felt a playful tap on his shoulder, averting his head to look behind.

"You looking for this?" You smirked slightly as you held his phone out in front of him.

Michael's body stiffened, reluctantly holding his hand out. "Y— yeah. Thank you..."

Drawing closer, his fingers accidentally glide across your knuckles while grabbing the phone. Your breathing suddenly halts from the sensation of his fingertips, so soft and gentle, a tantalizing caress that sent your body ablaze from discovering a forbidden desire. Michael can feel the infatuation spread in his limbs, timorous of what to do or what to say in this heated moment.

   But for the first time his gaze finally settles into yours. Surrendering to the heat in your eyes, catching his own reflection. Peering down at you with his fingertips delicately brushing the joints of your hand. You had this flaunt in your eyes, sparingly hinting that same forbidden desire it only tantalized him more. How badly he wanted to glide further and grab your hand. How desperate he was to trace your skin. How rapacious he was to gently hold you right there and feel your body on his.

   "I... just wanted to express more on how happy I am about your determination to work here with me," said Michael as he grips the phone. "I know we've evaluated on your performance a lot today. And you were amazing. But take it from me, really. You're, uh— you're literally the best person I've ever worked with."

Michael's compliment left you in astonishment. His sincerity was rooted from the heart of a man longing for someone to fill the empty void in his life. Although you've acknowledged that his job at the pizzeria has been dreadful for years, feigned pity or sympathy from you or anyone wasn't the way to mend him. It was the enthusiasm you brought to him as a coworker. The fun you brought out of him today. The motivation to continue working here for the sake of his father.

   And to develop a healthy relationship with you.

"You didn't have a problem with my awkwardness, which I apologize about again, but instead you kept encouraging me. I really, really thank you for that, Y/N," Michael continued, exhaling deelply. "And I swear, I don't ever lie on shit like that."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "I know, I know, of course. With us helping each other out, I think tomorrow's shift will go smoothly."

"That's what I'd like to hear," mused Michael with a wide grin. "So, just keep in mind of our policies and I'll see you first thing tomorrow. It was nice to finally meet you and I hope you have a safe trip home."

Michael noticed your right arm extending outward, reaching around to give him a brief hug. "I will," you say, immediately raptured from taking in his enticing cologne. "And thank you so much for training with me today. Have a good night, Michael."

After that unexpected short hug you were already on your way. Michael wished for it to be longer, to really hold you in his arms as you melt in his chest. As much as he relied on the sweet and heated fantasies of you for awhile, he felt much more abashed about it than before.

   Michael collapsed on the sofa and shut his eyes in dismay. Even in the dark he couldn't escape the stunning silhouette of you. He'd make out your face, let your voice reverberate in his head, and just run through every sweet interaction you had with him today.

   She's so cute.

   She has that same kinda sweet talk she has from her videos.

   I love it when she sweet talks.

   I can't believe we share the same favorite animatronic.

   Ugh, I wish tomorrow would be here sooner.

   Does she feel the same way? Or does she think I'm a weirdo for being so awkward around her?

   But it wasn't until a few moments later after he turned his phone back on, a notification for a new text message vibrated on his thigh. Peering down at the screen, his heart slowly began to pound uncontrollably in his chest, thundering loudly in his ears as he read the text. The consternation for his scenario just couldn't get anymore unpredictable for the poor man.

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hey handsome ;) are you available tonight for a video call?

   How amusing of you to go straight back into your side-gig with him when you haven't even left the pizzeria's parking lot yet.