Chapter 8: Meeting Victoria

I bent over to serve her the drink from my tray. I went low and felt all the eyes at the table swivel to look at my chest. It made me feel vulnerable in a way that excited me. I was sexy. Everyone there wanted me. And if I really wanted to, I could give myself to them.

"Thanks, sweetie," the woman said with a small smile. "I don't think I recognize you."

"Tonight's my first night," I explained. "You're actually my first customer."

Her expression changed imperceptibly. Something predatory entered her eyes, and the thrilling vulnerability I was feeling was replaced by something smaller and scarier. It was one thing to feel like everyone wanted me. It was something else when they acted on it.

"Lucky you," she purred, her hand snapping out around my wrist and keeping me bent over. "My name's Victoria. And what does a girl as lovely as you call herself?"

"T—Tiana," I stammered, feeling trapped by her intensely blue eyes.

"Lovely," Victoria said, all but licking her lips. "Nobody better for you to serve on your first night."

"And — and how may I serve you?" I said hesitantly, voice wavering.

Victoria grinned, her fangs bared. "What a delicious question from a delicious girl."

I yelped as I felt a warm hand squeeze my pantyhose-covered rear, and the sound made Victoria's smile broaden. Her fingers sank into my skin. I bit my lip as her hand slid upwards onto my back, then slowly around my waist to my belly. I stared at her with wide eyes, terrified that she might find out what I had stuffed in my panties.

And suspicious that she already knew.

"The girls here are always so wonderful," she mused, running one fingertip across the purple satin. "So beautiful, so well-dressed. The picture of femininity."

Her gaze flicked up to my eyes. "Except where it counts, of course."

The finger slid down to my crotch and found my rapidly swelling cock in my panties. She traced its outline with obvious relish, looking back and forth between it and me. I could feel my eyebrows arching, my teeth sinking into my lip as I grew rapidly harder.

There was a hand on my shoulder. I glanced at its owner and found myself looking at Desiree, her big eyes open and excited and eager. Her lips were bright red, her eyes smoky. Victoria's finger finished another lap around my cock and I inhaled deeply.

"Did I hear you?" Desiree asked me. "Is there something you need?"

"There's something I need," Victoria said.

Desiree saw her and her face split into a beaming smile. "Victoria! It's such a joy to see you!"

"Thank you, Dez," Victoria said with a wry smile. "Do me a favor, dear?"

"Of course, Victoria! Anything you need!"

"Give this poor girl a kiss."

Without hesitation, Desiree leaned in and pressed her velvety lips to my mine. Butterflies took flight in my stomach as a million old fantasies collided with a million new ones. Kissing a bunny girl — yes. Being kissed while dressed as one? That was new.

But definitely very exciting.

Desiree's tongue slipped into my mouth and I melted into her. Victoria's finger had fallen away from my outfit, and I positioned myself so I could kiss the other bunnygirl better. I could tell we were being watched, could feel the eyes around us trained on us, but I didn't care. I actually enjoyed it. Somehow, kissing Desiree was better knowing there were other people watching it too.

Her hands went to my cheeks and mine went to her hips, pulling her to me. Our satin uniforms slipped across each other while our silk-covered legs intertwined. She tasted like cherries and smelled like the rain. I sank into her, rubbing our bodies together, pulling her closer to me. She was close enough now that I could feel a bump in the front of her bodysuit. A bump that was familiar. A bump that was just like mine.

Desiree has a cock too!

I should have hated it. I should have pulled away and run screaming from the room. I was kissing someone with a cock! But it just turned me on more. Desiree was just like me. All the girls probably were — sexy bunnygirls all packing a little extra. Of course, that meant if the rumors about this place were true, I was about to get very familiar with what was lurking inside those uniforms.

"Very nice, girls," Victoria's voice came from next to us. "But now I have another request."

Desiree broke the kiss, and I reluctantly let her. I held her tightly to me, feeling her cock rub against mine — and seeing her feel it, too. She gave me a smile that was almost demure, but it was hard to be demure with a hard-on and five-inch stilettos.

"Of course, Victoria," Desiree purred, batting her lashes.

"We'll do anything you ask," I added, my stomach curling up as it did.

Why does that feel so right?

Victoria's apparently permanent smile broadened again. "I think we're all familiar with what makes this club such a special place."

Desiree shot me a glance. I answered it by running my hand down her cock. It twitched when I touched it and she let out a girlish moan. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I realized how big hers was.

"I think it's time for Tiana to get…" she paused, pretending to search for the words. "Broken in. Don't you?"

"Oh, what a wonderful idea, Victoria!" Desiree cooed. "Tiana?"

I began to reach into my bodysuit to free my shaft, but Desiree caught my hand. I looked up at her and she gave me an apologetic grimace.

"Oh honey, no," she said. "It's your first night. Your little cock… Well, you're just not going to need it."

My stomach dropped and I heard a high-pitched whine. Victoria was positively giddy next to her.

"First time girls get fucked, sweetie. It's time for you to get on your knees."