The Blushing Bunny Club

"Explain it to me again," said Doc Topper, the handsome blond man who ran the malt shop in town, looking Anne-Marie up and down. He wore a straw hat, like always. She did not.

"I already explained it!"

"That's why I said 'again'."

"Well," said Anne-Marie, looking miserably down at the floor, her pretty toes curling, "Miss Trickett said that if I wanted to learn about hypnosis, I should get some first-hand experience with it. That's how she did it. And since I was so interested in embarrassing other people, I should get some experience in that as well."

"And the other cheerleaders?"

"She said, since they'd encouraged me to misuse the deepest secrets of the human consciousness, they should take some of the consequences. But she did tell them it was all my fault and they should blame me."

"So what, exactly," said Doc Topper, propping his chin on his hand and studying her in fascination, "did she tell you to do?"

The room looked like a high-class gentleman's club, with tables and a bar and private booths and waitresses scurrying back and forth across the room, carrying drinks to the elegantly dressed men and women who inhabited the place. There was even a roulette wheel in the corner of the room, the ball clattering away as the pretty croupier took bets. Though it had all been set up inside a series of very large tents on the north end of the carnival, and though a bouncer on the door was supposed to keep out the riff-raff, a hole had been cut in one corner for a couple of geeks from the chess club to sneak in. They sat awkwardly at a corner table, eyes almost popping out of their heads at the spectacle before them.

"Well," Anne said, and the words came out of her in a rush, "first, she told us to blush. She wanted to demonstrate that hypnosis can control people's emotions as well as their actions. And then once we were blushing, she told us she was going to give us something to blush about, and she made us take all our clothes off."

"That is worth blushing about," Doc observed. "And you're still blushing, I see."

"Yes," said Anne, whose face was indeed a brilliant red. "She said we weren't allowed to stop blushing for the rest of the night, and just to make sure, we'd find everything twenty times as embarrassing as we normally would. Especially being naked. She wanted us to find that, specifically, really embarrassing."

"But, Anne," Doc pointed out, "you are naked."

"I know," Anne whimpered, and screwed up her pretty blue eyes. "Please, please don't look." When she opened her eyes again, he was still looking, so she had no choice but to continue with her story.

"She made us play with ourselves until we all had really wet pussies," she said, "and then she told us we had to stay wet for the rest of the night, as well, and always feel even hornier than we were embarrassed. But we weren't allowed to cum without her explicit permission, which she wasn't going to give. And then she said we had to be red at both ends if we were going to work for the Blushing Bunny Club."

"So that's what this place is called," Doc said. It had been written over the entrance in enormous pink neon letters, but still. "And you must be one of the blushing bunnies."

"Yep," said Anne, and wriggled all over as her eyes travelled insolently across every last secret of her body. She wore white high heels, white stockings, a lacy white garter belt, arm-length white gloves, a white collar with a bell on it, and floppy white bunny ears with pink insides. She tucked her hands under her chin, turned around, shook her bottom at Doc and said "I'm a blushing bunny! Wiggle wiggle! Do you like my blushing bunny dance?"

"How does that tail stay on?"

"You don't want to know."

"Yes I do."

"It's up my bottom," admitted Anne. Indeed, on a closer inspection, Doc could see that the fluffy cotton tail was attached to a well-lubricated pink buttplug. He looked at her high, perky breasts, her long legs toned from hours and hours of practice, her pert athletic bottom and her pretty pink pussy, its golden hairs trimmed so short that nothing was left to the imagination. Her blonde locks fell down around her shoulders, her wide innocent blue eyes blinked and her red lips pursed in frustration as she watched him ogle her once again. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"I think this is the best thing I've ever done in my life," said Doc, who had once sailed around the world solo and gone tiger hunting with the King of Bhutan. "Red at both ends, you said?"

"Yep. My bottom has to stay as red as my face, all night long."

"But it's not as red as your face. It's a little pink, but that's it."

"Well," said Anne. "That's what I came over here to talk to you about."