"Kinky Tokyo Bunny Girl, Chapter Two"
by J.D. Savanyu
The Pink Rabbit Hostess Club buzzed with the chatter of bunny girls and businessmen, in the heart of the trendy Harajuku district. Twelve hot twenty-something Japanese women pranced around in pink Playboy Club-style outfits, serving cocktails and flirting with corporate executives who were too classy for Hooters.
22 year-old Hisa Yamada put on her costume in the back dressing room, donning a pair of pink bunny ears and velcroing a fluffy white tail to the back of her tight pink unitard. Her ass was still a bit sore after a kinky tryst with Professor Kimura a few nights ago, in room 314 of Takeshita University. A wild fantasy came true with her math teacher, after showing him some of her bondage hentai drawings. He handcuffed her to his desk, whipped her with a ruler, and screwed her brains out on the floor. She loved older men, and her appetite was insatiable.
Hisa took a deep breath, tossed her pink pigtails, and pranced out to the main floor. The synthetic sound of J-pop music and pachinko machines flooded her ears as she moved along the back wall. She scanned the tables with her big false-lashed eyes, looking for men who weren't being "entertained" by other bunny girls.
Dating the customers was against the rules, and she couldn't even touch them. But Hisa went way beyond flirting on a regular basis. She fucked twenty customers over the past five months, usually in nearby hotels after her shifts ended. She loved casual sex; the kinkier the better. But she also hoped that one of those one-night-stands would turn into a steady relationship with a wealthy man. Freeing her from the financial anxiety that most art majors are permanently saddled with.
Her eyes were drawn to a table near the bandstand in front, occupied by a tall muscular thirty-something Japanese man in a sharp blue sport coat. At first glance, she guessed he was a big-time baseball slugger, aiming for a spot in the MLB. (Not being a sports fan, she didn't know what any of the star players looked like.) He noticed that pink bunny girl giving him the eye, and he gave it right back with a warm smile and a come-hither finger wag. Hisa came hither, tossing her pink pigtails and wobbling her wide sexy hips. Nobody ever suspected the punky surprises that lay beneath her pink unitard.
"Good evening, sir. I'm your bunny Hisa," she beamed in Japanese.
"Good evening, Hisa. I'm your soulmate, Riku."
She giggled sweetly, with a twinge of vanity tingling between her legs. "I've never heard that one before."
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Like a sexier version of Sakura from
Naruto
."
"I love that show. I watch lots of anime, and I draw lots of manga."
"What kind of manga?"
"I'm good at several genres, but hentai is my favorite."
Riku raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. "Hentai, eh? Are you one of those dirty bunnies?"
"Dirty as I want to be."
"How dirty is that?"
"See for yourself, honey. Pull out your phone and search for Hisa Yamada on hentaipurple.jp."
She giggled again as he tapped and swiped on his phone, visiting that amateur x-rated manga blog.
"Ooh. Wow, that's fucking hot. I love dirty kinky girls like you."
"I get my inspiration from men like you."
"Who inspired this one?" he asked slyly, holding out his phone to show her drawing of a naked busty Japanese woman, tied to an x-shaped wooden bondage platform. That tattoo-riddled sub was getting pussy-whipped with a red leather dragon tail by a hunky Japanese man wearing nothing but a black leather dominator mask. His erect penis was long enough to hang six donuts on. The dialogue bubble coming out of his mouth said: ใใฎใใฉใดใณใใผใซใฏใ็งใฎๅคงใใชใใในใๆธฉใใฆใใใพใใ ใใฎใใณใณใซ็ซใใคใใฆใใ๏ผ (This dragon tail is warming you up for my big fucking dick. I'm gonna set that pussy on fire!)
"My last boyfriend said a lot of crazy shit like that. We had a lot of fun playing tie-up, but I didn't like him otherwise. I like men who play rough, but treat me well when we're not playing rough."
"A hard man is good to find. Are you available now?"
"I'm available, and looking for a good time. And you're just my type, sweetie."
His face lit up with more pleasant surprise. "Wow, you're a lot sluttier than the other bunnies."
She had a really good feeling about him. His personality was irresistible, and his pockets were obviously deep, on both sides of a thousand dollar sports coat. Meanwhile, another bunny girl named Yoshi hopped up on the stage and started singing a Japanese cover version of "AOK" by Tai Verdes, accompanied by a seven-piece orchestra wearing three-piece tuxedos.
Hisa made sure her boss was out of earshot, then she leaned over to whisper into his ear, brushing her pink-and-white bunny ears against his dark spiky gel-slick hair. "Where are you staying tonight?"
A devilish grin spread across his face. "For real, girl? Are you a hostess or a hooker?"
"I'm your dream lover, free of charge."
"Hot damn." He pulled out a fancy pen, scribbled on the napkin, and handed her a note that read: "Kansai Hotel, room 1203. Let's get real kinky."
"Ooh, the Kansai Hotel. Real fancy," she murmured sweetly.
"Do you mind if I bring some of my, uh... business associates along? They also like playing rough with bunnies."
Holy shit. A BDSM gangbang with a bunch of complete strangers? Her pussy flared with perverted excitement, getting wet beneath a thin layer of pink latex.
"The more the merrier," Hisa beamed. "How about we meet there at eleven o'clock?"
"AOK, baby. I can't wait for our date. Bring that sexy Playboy outfit along."
"Yes sir," she beamed girlishly. Then she cleared her throat, reverting to a professional demeanor. "Now then. Would you like another Manhattan?"
"Yes ma'am. I'm in a New York state of mind in the heart of Tokyo."
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Her shift ended three hours later. She left the club and ambled through the Harajuku district in an erotic haze, heading toward the Kansai Hotel. Still wearing her pink bunny suit beneath a snazzy pink leather coat with lots of little hearts and bunny-shaped trinkets glued on. Tokyo idol girl fashion at its tacky best.
She had quite a few three-ways during her slutty college years, but she never had enough courage to go bigger, until now. She had no idea what kind of viper's nest she was about to enter with Riku, but she had to dive right in and let those snakes work their magic.
Many young women passed by on the sidewalk in goofy outfits with lots of crazy colorful shit attached. Kitty and bunny trinkets galore, inspired by anime shows like
Tokyo Mew Mew
and
Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai.
Those shallow TikTok-addicted ladies blurred together in her distracted mind. Hisa Yamada surrendered herself to fate, marrying the night. Taking her dark obsession to a new extreme; testing her limits and getting her fill of youthful adventure before she graduated from college and faced the real world. That bunny girl needed yet another rascal to get her off.
She sauntered into the ornate lobby of the five-star hotel, feeling like Cinderella entering Prince Charming's palace (in a twisted XXX asian version of the classic fairy tale.) A velvet-lined elevator took her up to the twelfth floor, with schmaltzy 1970's Muzak playing on an overhead speaker. Setting a creepy ethereal mood. She was horny as hell just thinking about her latest kinky tryst. Her tingling nipples were eager to get clamped, and her pussy throbbed in anticipation of flagellation.
Room 1203 was right around the corner from an ice machine. She pulled the bunny ears out of her pink purse and fastened them to her pink head, then she took off the coat, revealing the vintage pink bunny slut suit. She put the fluffy white tail back on her ass, then she knocked loudly, making her knuckles sting. Riku promptly opened the door, wearing the same sharp blue suit from the club.
"Hey, Hisa. Welcome to the party. Come on in and meet my... associates."
She followed him into a swanky suite with a great view of the Tokyo skyline through a picture window. Five other businessmen lounged about on red velvet furniture, sipping cocktails and smoking Cuban cigars.
"Damn, boss. That bunny bitch is fucking hot!" said the shortest guy in a red pinstripe suit.
"Hell yeah," agreed a taller guy in a gray suit. "I love your taste in women."
"I love your taste in business suits," Hisa giggled. "Which company do you guys work for?"
Riku's associates grinned awkwardly, rolling their eyes toward their boss.
"An important/export firm," Riku replied. "Exporting sake from Japan, and importing cigars from
Koo-bah.
"
"I'm not a smoker, but I love cocktails. And cocks," Hisa remarked. The businessmen hooted like a bunch of college frat boys at a sorority mixer.
"Why don't we cut the bullshit and get right to the action?" Riku suggested.
"Fuck yeah, boss," beamed a lanky guy in a brown suit. "Let's get that bunny bitch naked. Except for those cute rabbit ears."
"Let's see if she fucks like a rabbit, after we tie her up and whack that ass real good."
The guys swooped in and took off her pink unitard and pink panties, leaving her completely nude except for her pink bunny ears. A bunch of pink rings and studs decorated her big breasts and shaved vagina, and a pink metal heart dangled out of her belly button. Her nipples were framed by pink tattooed hearts, and another tattoo a few inches above her clit dubbed her a "Bratty Bitch." The businessmen hooted louder.
"God damn, girlie," cheered the gray-suited guy. "You're like a cross between Barbie and a kinky porn star."
"I love punk-ass sluts," said another guy in a blue suit.
"I'm kinky to the core," Hisa replied seductively. "But I still like using a safe word. How about Sakura?"
"Fuck safe words," Riku grunted.
"Safe words are for hipster pussies," added the red-suited guy.
Hisa felt a sharp twinge of fear, but she was in too deep. She had to ride it out, no matter what.
"All right," she giggled awkwardly. "I like walking on the wild side once in a while."
Riku went to a duffel bag on a mahogany table, pulled out some rope, and used it to tie her wrists and ankles together. This penthouse suite with neo-classical dรฉcor turned her on much more than Professor Kimura's bland math classroom. Pussy juice trickled steadily down her legs.
"There you go, you dirty hentai slut," Riku growled. "All tied up and ready to play, like those BDSM bitches you love to draw."
"Reality is way better than fantasy," Hisa giggled.
"Damn straight. By the way, I lied to you a minute ago. We don't really work for an import/export firm."
"Which company
