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Chapter 1: The Pink Bunny

Even I had to admit the uniform was sexy. I mean, who hasn't fantasized about those old bunny outfits? The tight satin bodysuit, the long, stocking-covered legs — to say nothing about the remarkable push-up effect at the chest. As long as I could remember, I'd imagined myself with a girl dressed like this.

I just never imagined I'd be the one in the outfit.

"I think you'd be just perfect," she'd said when I'd interviewed at the club. "There's just one thing…"

It seemed perfect, right? As a bartender at the Pink Bunny, I'd spend all my time surrounded by beautiful women in skimpy bunny uniforms. I'd even heard that they did all sorts of things that you couldn't see at a normal strip club. To say I was excited barely captured it. It was like a dream come true when they brought me in to interview.

The woman who met me at the door said her name was Tanya. She was taller than me, but I chalked that up to her towering heels. Strapless blouse tucked into a tall pencil skirt. Curvaceous with thick, curly hair that splashed around her naked shoulders as she walked. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

Until I walked into the club.

Even in the middle of the day, there were bunny girls everywhere. They were staring and pointing at me, so I flashed my biggest, most charming smile. That sent them all into titters and giggles, covering their mouths as they turned away to reveal cotton-ball tails pinned to perfect butts.

"I'm afraid the bartender position has been filled," Tanya said when we were back in her office. "We appreciate your time, however."

Like the rest of the club, it was well-appointed. Dark wood paneling, floral wallpaper, velvet furniture. Dark, maybe even powerful — but all very feminine. Kind of like Tanya herself, now that I really looked at her. Heavy eyeshadow, high cheekbones. Full lips. She was pretty hot.

I frowned. I really wanted this job. Well, not the job so much as I just wanted to be around these girls all the time. I wasn't about to let an opportunity like this just slip through my fingers. There had to be something else I could do here. Time to break out the charm.

"Tanya, there must be some position I can fill," I said, flashing her a broad grin. "This is such an incredible opportunity. I'd hate to leave you in the lurch, knowing you might need my help."

Her expression remained: a small smile plastered across an unmoving face. She looked like she was sizing me up.

"Well, there is one thing you can do," she said, the smile curling slowly upwards. "But I'm afraid it's not the job you were expecting."

"I'll do anything," I said brightly. "Point me at a task and it's done."

"In that case," she said, lips parting to a broad, white smile. "You can change into the uniform next door. When you're ready, you can return to me."

She jerked her head toward a door at the side of her office.

"And then we'll see if you're cut out for this work."