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Chapter 2: What I Was Cut Out For

I shouldn't even be considering this.

But here I was, staring down at the satin bodysuit. The fluffy tail next to it. Matching ears.

And panties.

I was getting hard just looking at the feminine confections laid out on the table. How often do you get a chance to actually act out your deepest fantasies? Not that putting the outfit on was my fantasy — but if it meant that I could get closer to the other bunny girls, maybe it was worth it.

Gingerly, I pinched the leopard-print bra between my fingers and held it up. It was smooth and silky, trimmed and covered in black lace. A small black satin bow perched in the middle of the cups. The tiny thong matched: more leopard print, more black lace. A tiny strip of satin in the rear with another little bow above it.

Just touching them made me shiver. I was tenting my pants. I'd never been this close to a bra and panties before, much less thinking about putting them on. There was no way I could — they were for girls. It didn't really matter if it meant I might get to be with one of those pretty gals I'd seen on the way in. Even if it meant I got to sleep with them, putting on panties was a bridge too far.

"Is there some sort of problem?"

"No, ma'am, I — "

"It's taking you far too long to get dressed," she cut me off sternly.

I grimaced and gestured towards the clothes. "I think there might be some sort of… mix-up with the uniform?"

She tilted her head upwards and glanced over my shoulder at the pile of satin and silk. Then she looked back at me, eyes narrow, her gaze running up and down my body. I suddenly felt very small.

"Well, you might not think purple is your color, but it suits you," she said simply.

"Ah, that's not quite what I meant, ma'am."

"If it's the animal print, I'm certain we could find something —"

"Ma'am!" I interrupted, exasperated. "Tanya! It's none of that. I — You want me to put on one of the girl's uniforms?"

"Of course not."

I let out a tiny sigh. My heart caught in my chest. Was it disappointment or something else?

Definitely in relief.

"Then why is it here?" I asked, hooking my thumb over my shoulder at the outfit.

"You wanted a job here. I don't want you to put it on. I expect you to."

I felt an electric bolt run through my body. If I could have gotten stiffer in my pants, I would have. This wasn't a request anymore. She was between me and the door now. Could I even leave?

Do I even want to?

"I'm — I'm afraid I can't, ma'am," I stammered, palms sweating.

?"You can't?" she smiled. "Or you won't?"?

"Can't? Won't? What's the difference?"

"I saw how you were looking at the girls on the way in," she said knowingly, tilting her head down at me. "You and I both know that this is your ticket to getting to know them."

And maybe my ticket for something else.

Not that I wanted to put any of this stuff on. But the more I thought about it, the less it freaked me out. The benefits alone…

"I could come in for one of their shows," I objected. "I mean, that's why they're here, right? For entertaining guys like me?"

She smirked at that. "Are you really so naive to believe you'd land one that way? Maybe you're not right for this job. I need someone with more sense than that."

"I — " I began before she held up a hand and I fell silent.

" I think you're perfect for the job," she continued. "I know the girls are very excited for you to be here."

My heart fluttered. So they had been talking about me when I came in. I guess that smile really was enough to change their minds.

"They are?"

"Desiree was just telling me how cute she thought you were"

"She did? Desiree?"

The smirk turned into a knowing smile. "That little cupcake in the pink outfit. Wouldn't you like to meet her?"

"I think I would, Tanya."

The smile suddenly disappeared, her face going stern and hard. It was almost enough to startle me, though I managed to suppress any sign of it. For a minute, we had felt thick as thieves. She was on my side — helping me do what I needed to land a bunny babe.

"Then get dressed," she said, eyebrows furrowing. "And then find me for your interview."

"Err, yes, ma'am," I said to her back as she pulled the door shut behind her.

Then I turned back to the clothes, staring them down. If I was going to get what I wanted, it was only by playing the game. It might feel weird, it might make me look silly — but if I got to talk to Desiree, it was all going to be worth it.

And that's why I'm so excited right now.

There couldn't be any other explanation.