Claudia again

Dr. Elias Voss smiled at the group and said in a calm, almost amused voice:

“All right, then, let’s have some fun. Our waitress turned out to be a bit more revealing than we expected. Claudia recommended the agency to me.”

Claudia.

The name hit Julia like a punch in the gut. Claudia had arranged all of this. The agency, the fake booking, the slutty costume, the invitation—everything. She hadn’t just seen right through Julia—she’d actively lured her into this trap. Rage boiled up inside Julia, hot and helpless. She wanted to scream, wanted to jump up, wanted to strangle Claudia with her own hands. But she couldn’t give herself away. Not here. Not while she was kneeling in front of her coworkers with her pussy dripping wet.

I have to play along… I have to be the stupid, horny bunny that Claudia has turned me into…

Her hands trembled slightly. With every little movement, the plug pressed deep into her ass, massaging her sphincter and sending perverse waves through her lower abdomen. She felt fresh moisture running out of her slit and slowly trickling down the inside of her thigh.

Lena glanced briefly in her direction—a barely visible, triumphant smile on her lips. Voss nodded contentedly and turned back to the guests as if nothing had happened.

“Are you all okay with this revealing waitress? Or should we get another waitress after all, now that we’re among ourselves?”

Julia felt a tiny spark of hope. Yes… send me away. Please…

But before anyone could answer, Dr. Lena Hartmann leaned back, slowly and relishing the sight, eyeing Julia from head to toe, and said with a slight, amused smile:

“I may be a woman, but I like what I see. And when do you ever have a willing escort girl at your disposal who’ll fulfill every wish?”

Escort.

The word hit Julia like a punch to the gut. No longer a waitress. No longer a bunny. But a whore. A piece of meat to be used.

The men at the table exchanged brief glances. Then the first department head nodded with a grin:

“Why not? The girl looks damn good. And since she’s already here… we might as well make the most of her.”

Another laughed softly and added, “Exactly. I had a really tough day today. We can relax a bit later.”

The third just grinned lewdly and nodded in agreement.

Dr. Voss glanced briefly once more at the kneeling, exposed Julia, then looked around the room and shrugged.

“All right, then. We’ll keep her. She’s here to entertain us.”

Julia remained kneeling motionless in the bunny pose. The searing humiliation gnawed deep inside her. She was no longer the future boss. She was the toy of the evening. An escort. A bunny hooker that anyone was allowed to use.

Lena Hartmann smiled slightly and said quietly to the group:

“Then let’s get started. Let the little one make herself useful.”

The first round began.

Voss nodded at Julia. “Go ahead, Bunny. One bottle for everyone. One at a time, and with service.”

Julia stood up, her knees wobbly. Her short skirt barely slid back; her wet pussy remained half-exposed. With every step, the fluffy bunny tail wiggled, pushing the plug deeper into her ass.

She took the first bottle out of the fridge—leaning forward deeply, legs stretched out, her ass and dripping pussy clearly visible to everyone. The men’s cell phones went up. Flashes and soft camera sounds filled the room. Everyone was filming her.

The first bottle went to Dr. Lena Hartmann.

Lena took it, smiled coolly, and whispered so quietly that only Julia could hear:

“Go along with everything, Julia. Otherwise, I’ll expose you right here and now. Understood?”

Julia nodded almost imperceptibly. Shame burned fiercely in her face. She remembered Mr. Voss’s words “with service” and the “thank-you pose” the waitress had shown her: legs together, leaning slightly forward, head and back straight, hold still.

She assumed the pose. The short skirt immediately rode back up, revealing her bare ass and glistening slit clearly.

Lena looked at her, puzzled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Julia whispered with a trembling voice: “I was told… to wait after every course until someone strokes my head… as a reward.”

Lena raised an eyebrow, then slowly lifted her hand and gently stroked Julia between her bunny ears.

Suddenly, the plug in Julia’s ass started vibrating—deep, powerful, and relentless. The vibrations pounded against her sensitive inner wall and transmitted directly to her clit. An involuntary, soft moan escaped her throat.

Julia froze in panic. Oh no… that was the switch! It’s vibrating!

Lena was just as surprised at first—then she repeated the stroking slowly and with relish to test whether it was a coincidence. The plug immediately vibrated more intensely. Julia’s legs trembled, her labia twitched visibly, and a thin trail of her arousal ran down her thigh.

Lena smiled broadly, turned to the others, and announced loudly:

“Gentlemen, you have to see this. Our bunny has a special tail. It’s a vibrating plug. And it’s controlled via her head. All you have to do is stroke her between the ears like a good little bunny—then she’ll be really well-behaved.” To Julia she said, “You must really need this and love it, don’t you?” Why else would Julia have pointed out the feature?

The men laughed, surprised and thrilled. Cell phones were held even higher, the zoom activated. Everyone wanted to film the next “reward.”

For Julia, the first round was pure hell.

With every trip, she had to bend over deeply to fetch the bottle—her ass and wet pussy fully on display. Then back into the “thank-you” pose, legs together, bent over with her tits visible, waiting. Each guest relished stroking her head, turning up the vibration stronger and longer. The plug buzzed more and more intensely in her ass; her pussy was now dripping openly, her thighs wet. She had to pull herself together with all her might to keep from moaning out loud.

Inside, she screamed:

Claudia… you damn slut… I’m going to destroy you… but right now I’m just a vibrating bunny whore in front of all my colleagues…

The men grinned, Lena smiled triumphantly, and Julia felt her legs trembling more and more—on the verge of collapsing under the intense, humiliating stimulation.