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Chapter 4: The Newest Bunny

Holy smokes!

The face looking back at me was definitely mine. But the body? That belonged to someone else. Someone curvy and pretty. Someone with hips and ass and tits. That was the body of someone sexy. But it didn't belong to someone else. As I twisted and turned in the mirror, it was clear that it was mine.

I was hot.

My outfit sucked in and flared out in just the right spots, giving me a wasp-narrow waist and wide hips. Impossibly long legs were shaded by the silk pantyhose, perfect thighs and stunning calves giving way to my outrageously sexy high heels. I twisted my leg to the side, marveling at their shape. A scandalously perfect slice of my ass peered out from the side of the bodysuit, high and tight and spankable.

Is it weird I want to smack my own ass? I thought as I ran my hand over it, feeling its smooth firmness.

But that wasn't the most remarkable thing about my appearance. I didn't know what the engineers at Victoria's were doing these days, but I saluted them silently and thanked them for their tireless efforts. That leopard print bra had done something for me I didn't even know I wanted.

Gigantic breasts were pushed up over the top of the uniform. Two perfect globes of flesh with a tight, curved V of cleavage between them. I stared at them in awe. The perfect pair that every guy dreamed about, and they were mine. Pushed up thanks to the lacy secret hidden behind my purple satin.

My cock was so hard I was worried I was going to pass out.

I posed and checked myself out in the mirror, stunned and excited by what I saw. The beautiful body would have been enough to turn anyone on. It's not like I wanted to be dressed like this. It's not like wearing this was making me so horny. I reminded myself that I was just doing this to be with the other girls in the club.

And if I want to meet them, I need to talk to Tanya.

When I finally managed to tear my gaze away from the mirror, I wobbled my way back to the door to her office. I steadied myself on the knob and gave myself a moment to collect myself. To remember what I was doing here, and what my goals were. I was getting distracted by how great I looked. The point was to meet girls.

No matter what it took.

"I told you purple was your color," Tanya said with a nod when I pushed open the door. "You look very pretty in that outfit."

"I — Uh, oh, thank you," I said, looking down at myself.

"I take it that you're interested in working here, then?"

"I guess so," I said, unable to meet her gaze.

I could feel her eyes on me. They were running down my uniform, over the plump curve of my ass. Down my legs, taking in my heels. Along my chin and down my neck to my bare shoulders and arms.

To my huge, incredible breasts.

"You guess so?" she said doubtfully. "You expect me to hire someone who guesses they want the job?"

I shouldn't have liked how she looked at me. You weren't supposed to look at anyone the way she was looking at me — much less a guy! My ears and tail were suddenly very appropriate. I felt like a bunny, cornered in a room with a predator staring me down.

And that felt far more exciting than anything else ever had.

"I want it, Tanya," I said firmly, leveling my eyes with hers and giving her a small nod.

Shivers ran through me. I could feel goosebumps prickle across my silk-clad legs.

"And you're ready to do what it takes to get it?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in a way that almost felt like a challenge.

"I think — I mean, yes. Yes. I am."

"Good. Let's begin your interview."

She suddenly stood and strode around the desk, leaning against it and looking at me. Her skirt pulled up and I could see garter tabs pulling at lacy stocking tops. I snapped my gaze away and found myself looking at her face. She was grinning at me broadly, lips pulled back into something resembling the baring of fangs.

I felt my cock surge in my uniform.

"You understand what a bunny girl is supposed to do, right?" she asked, her voice low and suggestive.

My stomach clenched. "I — I think so."

"It's not just serving drinks and winking. This club has a reputation to uphold."

"A reputation for what?"

"We give our clientele the kind of service they can't get anywhere else."

"Service?" My voice was suddenly high and thin.

"Oh yes," she said softly, pushing herself from the desk and closing the space between us.

She smelled fierce and fiery, not a trace of flowers. Her heels made her tall enough that I had to look up at her. She rested one hand atop my curved hip, the other sliding along my jawline, pulling me up towards her. Our eyes closed and our lips touched, then opened. Tongues brushed against each other. She pulled me tighter to her, my satin-covered body against hers.

I shivered and moaned against her, feeling her power over me communicated with just her hands and her kiss. I wanted to give myself to her. She was in charge of me now, and that was exactly what I wanted. My cock strained against its thong and pantyhose restraints. I wanted to be with her. I needed to satisfy her however she asked.

Fortunately, she was happy to give me the chance.

"Is that all I'll have to do?" I asked when she broke the kiss.

"To start," she whispered, the hand on my hip moving to my wrist.

She pulled it towards her legs and I spread it open, knowing what was coming next. Wanting it myself, even as I told myself I didn't. Then I gasped as my hand came to a rest on top of her skirt.

There was something hard in there!

"Tanya!" I yelped as I tried to pull my hand away like it had just been burned on a stove.

Hers snapped out and snatched mine, yanking it back to the threatening, hard lump beneath the fabric of her skirt. I didn't know what was lurking in there, but I knew I didn't want to find out. But I knew that I had to.

And the idea made my cock twitch.

"What is it?" I asked, voice shaking, and as I spoke, I realized my body was, too.

"Why don't you be a good girl and find out?" she said, grinning at me.

She wrapped her hand around my tiny, corseted waist and pushed downwards. I didn't resist — my body simply refused to — and sank to my knees, silk-covered skin resting on the thick rug. I stared up at her with wide eyes, unsure if this was something I could even do.

To me surprise, her nod gave me the strength I needed. With quivering hands, I reached up to the hem of her skirt. My fingers first brushed across her lace stocking tops, then the milky skin of her thigh as I rolled the hem slowly backwards. It was like being in a horrible, wonderful dream. Each tiny movement brought me closer to finding out what she had in her skirt.

But I was reasonably sure I already knew.

"Don't be such a tease," she giggled. "Save that for the clientele."

Oh right, I thought with a shudder somewhere between excited and terrified. I have to entertain other people, too.

I sure hoped they weren't packing what Tanya seemed to be.

"Let me speed things up," she said with an eye roll, and hooked her fingers under the lacy hem of her skirt.

My breath caught in my throat. The corset in my bodysuit squeezed me, the satin soft against my skin. The heels of my shoes dug into my rear. I idly wondered if I should be worried about them tearing my silky hose, but decided that was a concern for later. I had bigger things to worry about.

But hopefully not too big.

Then she wrenched it upwards and the full length of her sprang free, black and shiny and bigger than anything I'd ever seen between someone's legs before. I stared at it, first in shock, then in awe, then in fear. My cock, crammed in the tiny lacy panties she had given me, was still quivering at attention. Tanya wasn't even wearing any, but she did have on a leather harness studded with metal rings.

My eyes glided up the length of her thick, black strap-on, over her shiny silk blouse, up the naked span of skin until finally, my eyes reached hers. They were narrowed with mirth and burning intense with arousal. Mine were wide, stunned at what I was being asked to do.

And why I was still so hard.

"You've wearing a —" I cried.

"Are you ready to start your interview?" she asked, and her voice was almost sweet.

All I could do was stare.

"Then open your mouth, honey."