Special Delivery

Was your Bouncy Bunny wearing the correct uniform? Please tap any areas that were deficient.

She looked into the mirror and double checked that everything was in place. Bunny ears. A body suit exposed butt and breasts. Fishnet stockings. High heels. She wore a thong to keep the fishnets off her labia. Anything more would show outside the bodysuit and she'd get marked down.

She picked up the package and put it in the Bunny Bag. Really these days they could use drones to deliver anything, but letting women do the last mile kept them from being too much of a drag on society, and gave her a few bucks to spend on small things. There weren't a lot of alternatives.

Bouncy Bunnies weren't just delivery girls. They were models that delivered. Every month she had to fulfill a modeling commitment for one of the corporate partners. Usually swimsuit or lingerie photoshoots that were livestreamed online. She had to answer the ribald questions that were fired down the chat, keeping a flirtatious smile plastered on and acting like every comment about her body was the funniest thing ever. Copies of her outfits were linked for sale and she had to personally thank everyone who bought one. The most money, and most overwrought thanks, went to men who bought the exact outfit she was wearing at that moment. She would teasingly strip it off and effusively praise the purchaser.

Did your Bouncy Bunny move in a safe and feminine fashion?

Part of the modeling training was the Bouncy Bunny walk. Hips swinging, tits almost jiggling out of their cups, the bodysuit slowly rising to expose more and more cheek. Bodysuit, fishnets, and underwear bunching in a most uncomfortable way. Making any adjustments while in public was not something that a Bouncy Bunny model delivery girl.

She arrived at the first place on her route. Bouncy Bunnies carried one package at a time, and they were never large or heavy. You hired a Bouncy Bunny for the human touch, not efficiency. After each delivery she'd return to the Bunny Hole to fix her makeup, adjust her clothing to something approaching comfort, and pick up the next package.

The door opened. The man inside looked at her and leered. This was an opportunity. Most men would just send their maids to take packages. A man who was personally greeting a Bouncy Bunny was probably bored of what he had at home and looking for something new.

"Bouncy Bunny delivery, sir! Could you please scan my QR code?" The QR square was placed at the front of her neck on a choker necklace. He took out his phone and held it up. She ignored the flashes coming from his phone. A Bouncy Bunny would never be so rude as to accuse a customer of taking photos of her breasts.

She heard the chime from his phone that confirmed delivery had been made. In the early days of the program, Bouncy Bunnies had been given their own phones to enter delivery confirmations, but that was long gone. No one was trusting a Bunny with anything that expensive.

Did your Bouncy Bunny do the Bunny Bounce and thank you for your patronage?

She hopped up, as much as she could on the heels. She had seen the animation in the customer satisfaction survey. It was very clear which parts of a Bouncy Bunny were supposed to bounce in a Bunny Bounce. "Thank you for choosing Bouncy Bunnies. Is there any other way I can serve you?"

It was made very clear during Bouncy Bunnies training that they were not whores. Sexual advances were to be politely declined, of course without shaming anyone. Their time during a shift belonged to the Bouncy Bunny company. Women who couldn't control their needs were never Bouncy Bunnies for long, and were probably getting referred to the Bureau of Female Affairs for disability evaluation due to orgasm dependency disorder. However, delivery work was a great way to meet a variety of people, and if some of them were looking for action after she was off the clock she had no opposition to making a few bucks.

"Well, if you come back at 6 I might have a little extra tip for you."

She smiled. Perfect.

She walked back as soon as her shift was over. She didn't even change out of the Bouncy Bunnies uniform. You never know who had a thing for it. She rang the doorbell. She didn't hear anything inside. She rang it a few more times. One last time, and this time she spoke into the speaker. "Hello sir! This is your Bouncy Bunny from earlier. I came by to see if I could earn an extra tip."

The door opened. He grabbed her arm and yanked her inside.

He leered at her and ripped the bodysuit down. She knew the replacement fee would be three days' wages. He spun her around and pushed her face into the wall and entered her. The force of his dick ripped the fishnets. The fucking was rough and unsympathetic to her cries. She breathed deeply and concentrated on working his cock. Her mobility was limited, but soon enough she felt his orgasm.

He reached into his pocket and threw money at her. Not enough for a fuck. Definitely not enough to replace the uniform.

"Please sir-"

"It's what I have. It's what you get."

"But my uniform-"

"You bunny bitches deliver packages. Nothing else. Complain about it and I'll tell them you're using your delivery route to sell your pussy. I've got cameras and I recorded that 'extra tip' crap."

She took the money and left.

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