The Event Venue

Julia stood in front of the elegant, brightly lit entrance to the modern event venue on the outskirts of town. Normally, this was the site of upscale corporate parties, galas, and exclusive private events—places where the rich and powerful gathered to network and demonstrate their influence.

She had actually left an hour early, but had completely misread the date and time. Now she thought she was fifteen minutes late. Her heart was already racing as she stepped through the large glass door.

Behind the reception desk stood a middle-aged man in a dark suit. His gaze slowly and disparagingly swept over her body—from her shoes up to her breasts and finally to her face. It wasn’t a polite look. It was the look of a man sizing up a cheap hooker who had gotten lost.

“Can I help you?” he asked coolly, almost annoyed.

“I… I have an appointment with Dr. Voss. He’s expecting me at 6 p.m.,” Julia stammered, trying to sound confident.

The man looked at his tablet, furrowed his brow, and then twisted his face into a mocking grin.

“Voss. Ah, yes.” He chuckled softly. “You’re late, young lady. Go to the back entrance. They’ll take care of you there.”

Julia felt the heat rush to her face. Back entrance? How dare he talk to me like that?

“But… I thought I was meeting Dr. Voss privately…,” she tried to protest weakly.

The man smiled thinly and condescendingly. “This isn’t a romantic date. It’s an event. Now get your ass over there. The guests are about to arrive, and they want to see you on time.”

With weak knees, Julia turned around. The queasy feeling in her stomach turned into pure humiliation. Every step felt as if she were willingly walking into her own humiliation. At the back entrance, a young, pretty waitress in a strict black uniform was leaning against the wall, smoking. When she saw Julia, she stubbed out her cigarette and eyed her from head to toe with a smug grin.

“Finally. You’re the new one? Tonight’s bunny?”

“I…’m supposed to see Dr. Voss,” Julia whispered, her voice already breaking.

The waitress laughed scornfully, reached behind her, and shoved a small, folded bundle of fabric into Julia’s hand—as roughly as if she were a piece of livestock.

“Change into that, sweetheart. And make it quick. The guests are arriving in twenty minutes, and they don’t feel like waiting. Come on, get in there.”

Julia stepped into the cramped, windowless changing room. The light was harsh and unflattering. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it roaring in her ears. With trembling fingers, she unfolded the costume.

It was an extremely cheap sexy bunny costume.

The top was a shiny black corset-style piece made of vinyl and lace, cut so low that her breasts were practically spilling out. The tiny panties consisted of little more than two narrow strips of fabric that were guaranteed to dig deep between her labia. To top it off, black stockings with wide garters, killer-high platform shoes, and, of course, the obligatory bunny ears plus a small, fluffy black pom-pom tail attached directly to the panties.

Julia stared at the costume. Her throat went dry.

Oh God… no. He can’t be serious. This… this is a nightmare. I’m not some cheap hooker…

But her hands obeyed anyway. She slowly undressed. As she stood naked in the changing room, she felt the cool air on her already slightly swollen labia. To her own horror, she noticed a telltale dampness gathering between her legs.

She squeezed herself into the costume. The corset top brutally squeezed her full breasts together and pushed them upward, creating a deep, obscene cleavage. Her nipples stood out hard beneath the thin fabric. The tiny panties slipped between her labia and pressed tightly against her clitoris. With every movement, the fabric rubbed against her most sensitive spot. The garters dug slightly into the soft flesh of her thighs.

When she was done and looked at herself in the small, stained mirror, she felt like crying—and at the same time, she felt a telltale throbbing in her pussy.

She looked like a cheap, cheap porn fantasy. The bunny ears on her head, the little fluffy tail that wiggled cheekily with every movement, the extremely high-cut ass that the panties barely covered. Her cheeks glowed with shame.

How low have I sunk…? I’m standing here like a bitch in heat, about to do the rabbit for strange men. She took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising panic and the even more humiliating arousal.

What does Dr. Voss have in store for me? Does he really want to parade me around like this in front of all these people? She knew the price for his support would be high, but this…

With wobbly legs, she stepped out of the booth. The waitress whistled appreciatively and grinned widely.