A Mix-Up

Shortly after Julia left the room, a pretty, young blonde woman rushed in through the back entrance. She was carrying a large bag and apologized even before she’d fully stepped inside.

“I’m so sorry! I’m way late! The traffic was a disaster. I’m the Bunny booked for tonight. Is everything still okay? I’ll change right away!”

The waitress stared at her in confusion for a moment, then furrowed her brow.

“What… a second one? We already have one inside. A brunette wearing a mask. She’s already getting ready.”

The blonde looked confused. “No, I’m the only one who was booked. Peter confirmed it again yesterday.”

The waitress immediately reached for the phone. “I’ll give Peter a call.”

Shortly afterward, Peter was on the line. The waitress explained the situation to him in a low voice:

“There are suddenly two of them here. A brunette who’s already inside and wearing the costume, and now the blonde from the agency.”

Peter was silent for a moment, then asked, “Describe the brunette to me.”

After the brief description, Peter laughed quietly to himself, knowing exactly what was going on.

“Send me a photo of her secretly. But be discreet.”

A little while later, the photo reached him. It showed Julia in utter humiliation: her mask slightly askew, her short skirt hiked up in the back by the thick white rabbit tail, her bare ass and her clearly visible, glistening, swollen pussy completely exposed. The plug was deep in her ass, the fluffy tail wiggling slightly.

Peter grinned widely. “What has that horny little slut Julia gotten herself into now… Perfect.”

He said calmly to the waitress:

“Pay the blonde and send her home. Tell her there was a double booking and a mix-up. The other one… we’ll just let her stay. She’ll be the bunny today. ”

The waitress hung up and turned to the blonde with a fake smile:

“I’m sorry, there was a mix-up. We don’t need you tonight after all. Here’s your money for the evening. Have a nice evening.”

The blonde looked relieved, took the money, and quickly disappeared.

The waitress and the housekeeper exchanged a knowing glance. Then they crept quietly to the door of the poker room and peered inside through a narrow crack.

What they saw was a scene of pure, involuntary humiliation.

Julia was kneeling on all fours in front of the low service table, sorting drinks. Her legs were slightly spread apart. Her short skirt had ridden all the way up. The thick white rabbit tail wiggled cheekily back and forth with every movement, lifting the fabric even higher. Her smooth, now clearly wet pussy was fully exposed—her labia slightly parted, glistening with telltale arousal. The plug sat deep in her ass, pushing her cheeks slightly apart.

She had no idea.

The waitress whispered softly, with undisguised schadenfreude:

“That dumb cow really has no idea that she’s actually a guest… and now she’s serving the guests practically naked with a cock up her ass. Look how wet her pussy already is. She’s really getting turned on by it.”

The housekeeper grinned lewdly. “Let’s just let her do it. Let her serve like a good little girl. Voss will laugh his head off when he sees how she’s voluntarily turning herself into a whore.”

The waitress entered the room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it for a moment. She eyed Julia from head to toe with an almost pitying smile that did little to hide her schadenfreude.

“You poor little thing… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to be so mean. These jobs can be a real pain in the ass if you don’t know how things work. I’ll quickly give you a few tips so you don’t completely screw up.”

She stepped into the middle of the room.

“Whenever you have nothing to do, strike the official bunny pose. It looks professional and submissive at the same time.”

The waitress demonstrated it: She dropped to her knees, spread her legs shoulder-width apart, sat back on her heels, and placed her hands obediently on her knees. In her regular black work pants, the pose looked completely harmless—almost like a calm, attentive waiting posture.

“Now you.”

Julia hesitated briefly, then tried to imitate it. As soon as she spread her legs and sank down onto her heels, everything changed.

The short skirt immediately slid outward and upward. Because her panties had been pulled up so high, her smooth, swollen pussy was **completely visible**. Her labia were slightly parted, glistening wet in the light and twitching tellingly. From the front, you could look straight into her opening. The thick anal plug with the fluffy white rabbit tail lifted her skirt even higher in the back, exposing her entire ass and wet slit.

The waitress nodded slowly and looked at her with a satisfied twinkle in her eyes. She said nothing about the obscene display.

“That’s it. Keep your back straight. Head up. Chest out. Good little bunny.”

Julia obeyed. Her cheeks glowed beneath the mask. She felt the cool air directly on her exposed, wet pussy and how the plug pressed and massaged her ass at the slightest movement.

The waitress continued, “And if you have to pick something up or bend over—always keep your back straight, head up, never hunch over. That looks elegant.”

She demonstrated. On her, it looked normal. On Julia, the tight corset top immediately gaped open; her heavy breasts threatened to spill out, her nipples rubbing hard against the edge of the cups. At the same time, her skirt rode up even higher, her ponytail wiggled, and her dripping slit was displayed even more clearly.

Then the waitress pointed to the low refrigerator under the counter.

“The most important thing: You **only** take drinks from this refrigerator here. Everything else belongs to the guests. If you mess that up, you’ll be in real trouble.”

Julia nodded eagerly and was just about to kneel down to get something, but the waitress immediately corrected her sharply:

“Not like that! Straight back. Head up. Always bend over with your legs straight.”

Julia straightened up, brought her legs close together, and, keeping her back straight and her knees locked, bent deeply forward toward the fridge.

Immediately, her short skirt shot up. The fluffy bunny tail lifted the fabric even higher. Her entire naked pussy and the plug buried deep in her ass were now perfectly visible from behind—her labia glistening, slightly parted, a thin trail of her arousal already trickling downward.

The waitress stood to the side and had to pull herself together to keep from bursting out laughing.

*That stupid slut really did everything wrong. Pulled up her panties, ignored the hole in her costume… and now she’s showing her dripping whore’s pussy to everyone who walks in. Simply delightful.*

“Just like that,” she said in a calm, almost friendly voice. “Always keep your back straight. And only from this fridge.”

The waitress stepped even closer, her grin barely concealed.

“And the last, most important pose: A good little bunny wants to be praised. Legs together, back and head straight, lean slightly forward, and hold still. You just stand there like that until someone strokes or pats you. Got it?”

Julia nodded silently, her face burning with shame.

The waitress eyed her up and down once more and furrowed her brow.

“Oh… the mask isn’t even activated properly yet.”

She stepped behind Julia, reached for the bunny-ear attachment, and pressed a small, hidden switch somewhere on the ear. A soft click could be heard.

What was that…?, she thought nervously, as her plug pushed deeper into her ass at the slightest movement and her open, wet pussy continued to throb in the cool air.

To finish, she gave Julia a hard, smacking slap on her bare ass. The flesh jiggled, pushing the plug even deeper into her intestines, and the rabbit’s tail twitched violently.

“Good luck tonight, Bunny. Show the gentlemen what you’ve got.”

With that, the waitress turned around and left the room, a broad, satisfied grin on her face.

Julia was left alone. She slowly sank back into the bunny pose—legs spread wide, back arched, hands on her knees. The plug pressed heavily and fully against her ass, her clit throbbed, and her open, wet pussy cooled in the room’s air.

She didn’t have the slightest idea that she’d just been thoroughly tricked—and that she’d soon be serving customers with her legs spread wide and her pussy dripping.