White Rabbit

"Hey there, handsome~!" a girlish, seductive voice whispered in his ear. Arms pulled back and suddenly encased between wonderfully soft melons, Aaron turned.

'Good god.'

Pale skin, platinum hair, pink eyes, a sexy bunny rabbit costume and the biggest tits he had seen in his life. There was Vicki and Harley, but this bitch here was fucking juggling melons close to the size of his head. White leggings, a white corset tightened by pink strings, luscious snowy hair going past her shoulder, and long white bunny ears with soft pink innards. In the back of his mind, Aaron knew she was likely one of Penguin's whore. A woman for the men to ogle and play with while they were here. Still, she was playing her part as a bunny girl mouth-wateringly well.

"Is there something you need?" Aaron asked without losing his cool. He made sure not to look at the canyon of her cleavage.

"You are Master Penguin's guest! I'll guide you!"

Aaron was immediately on alert. Something was wrong. Her body felt oddly electrical, constantly sending shivers down his spine.

"You must be…"

The bunny girl giggled and pulled his arm deeper into her cleavage. The soft fabric of her corset and her soft flesh, both were phenomenal and relaxing. "I am one of Master Penguin's servants. It's no biggie if you bring me as eye candy."

'This bitch is lying.' Aaron didn't mean to be derogatory but this woman was lying through the skin of her teeth. Practically every word rolling off her tongue was a lie. 'Master, biggie, me, eye candy. I sensed tremors from every word she spoke. She's lying. She's not a server here. She's a rando trying to take advantage of me to get inside the 44 Below Club.'

"Upstairs," the bunny girl pointed. "Master is usually upstairs in his private dining place. He's gone right now but if you want to wait…"

'She's searching for the Penguin and assumes I know where he is. Great. '

An arrogant smirk cracked his lips. "Hm. Prove your loyalty then."

She tilted her head, not understanding.

Aaron continued, "We both know what you do. I'm about an hour early to my appointment. You show me a good time and maybe, just maybe, I'll take you."

Momentary fireworks of conflict imploded in her dashing pink eyes. So brief that Aaron wondered if they appeared in the first place. They both knew what he was asking. She likely didn't expect it given his imposing, solemn appearance. However, doing dealings with the Penguin meant he was supposed to be a bad, bad man. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

The bunny girl flexed a wide, excited smile. "Of course, sir. Right this way."

While the first floor was inhabited for legal entertainment and low-levels, the upstairs section was reserved for those in the middle. The guards blocking the lavish stairs, however, did nothing as Aaron went up with this big-titty bunny girl. Costumed women and prostitutes were common in the Iceberg Lounge. Too common, it seemed.

The area was calm and he could hear thumps of music under his feet. There were dozens of tables and nearly a hundred rich people talking and waiting. At the left was a specially fancy dining section overlooking the entire club through a one-way window. Everything from the dance floor to the section with the giant swimming pool, the crystal iceberg statue and the penguins. Nobody batted an eye as they entered one of the empty meeting rooms, too occupied by their frivolous talk. This woman must have been quite the actor and spy because she locked the door with surprising professionalism.

"What's happening?" asked Shug-R in his earpiece.