Click here to read part 1 of Bunny.“Bunny!” Mr. Hale calls, and I step into the room, my face already flushed with embarrassment. Murmurs of appreciation flow past my ears as I serve drinks, that awful tail bobbing with every step I take. One man pulls on it and I gasp, causing everyone to laugh. My ears burn, and I can barely force myself to speak in a whisper. Hands glide down my bare skin, and pinch if I shy away.
There are more people here tonight than usual. These affairs always seem so constructed to me. Most of the other men and women who are wearing collars or the like gain some sort of fulfillment from acting as they do. Some of them are shy or embarrassed to be paraded around in scanty clothing, but it’s easy to tell that it also excites them. I thought it was exciting too, even just a year ago. Now I just feel ridiculous.
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