Bunny was never the same after that night. At first Mr. B was worried he would lose her but those fears quickly dissipated. In fact they were closer, more loving and more trusting than ever. They had no further adventures but their sex had a new level of passion that left them both gasping for breath. Bunny began to understand how fear had cheated her out of a more exciting and satisfying life. Now her imagination roamed and so did Mr. B's. The weeks flew by. On the outside Bunny was still a quiet, conservative, shy woman but inside The Slut ruled supreme and Bunny would release her in the bedroom with Mr. B.
After a month, Bunny learned she wasn't pregnant from Seth and she and Mr. B had some of the most intense sex of their life that night. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
One day Mr. B received a phone call from his boss Eric. Important German clients were coming to Vegas and Eric had arranged a stripper for them in their hotel room but the stripper had canceled at the last minute. Eric wondered if Mr. B had any connections and could he find a replacement stripper. Mr. B said he would try and hung up. Bunny had heard the call and asked Mr. B what his plan was but Mr. B was stumped.
After a minute of silence, Bunny volunteered to do it, something she never would have done just a short time ago.
Mr. B was shocked. Bunny rapidly explained that her background in dance would make her seem legitimate; none of the German clients had ever seen her nor were likely to again, and Mr. B would score huge points with Eric, which was hard to do.
"It's perfect," Bunny said. "I show up at their room, dance, take their money and run. You pick me up in valet and we make good our escape. If they ask me to stay I'll tell them I have another party booked so I can't."
Mr. B thought it over and found no flaws. "Okay," he relented, "Let's do this," and called Eric back.
A few hours later Mr. and Mrs. B pulled up to the hotel. Beneath her long coat Bunny wore her favorite lingerie, the same lingerie she had worn on her honeymoon. Her gorgeous body was wrapped in white satin and lace and just wearing it always made her so excited. They went over their simple plan one last time and agreed Mr. B would send a text in one hour to give her an excuse to leave. He kissed her goodbye and parked the car, finding a spot at a blackjack table.
Bunny walked through the lobby and headed for the elevators. Soon she was at the penthouse suite. Her legs were weak and her hands trembled but she took a deep breath and calmed herself. A confident knock on the door and she was invited in. Introductions were made and Bunny was pleased to discover that both men were fit and handsome, and especially well dressed in European suit and tie. They did not speak English so she pointed for them to take a seat and she would be right out, darting into the bathroom to check how she looked and prepare herself.
When she emerged in her lingerie they took their place on the couch and Bunny started the first number, dancing and moving around the room, teasing and flirting and really enjoying the effect she was having on the foreign visitors. They could not take their eyes off of her. Her big breasts were barely covered and as she danced the lace moved occasionally exposing a nipple. She approached each man in turns, stepping up between his knees, rubbing and gyrating and doing her best to turn him on. They stole hurried touches of her legs, her ass, her breasts, and even a few times between her legs. She stopped them at first but they were persistent and honestly, she liked it. Soon she was allowing them to feel her up as she danced right up against their pants.
Downstairs Mr. B was already up almost a hundred dollars. As he reached for his drink he noticed someone familiar crossing the lobby. Mr. B's mind reeled;
it's Eric! Fuck! He must have decided to stop by and check on our clients personally. When he gets to the room and sees my wife he will throw a fit. Fuck! How do I warn Bunny?
Mr. B downed his drink and tried to cash his chips but the cards had just been dealt. He would have to allow the hand to finish.
Bunny began the second number as one of the men poured her a drink. When she approached him she took it from his hand and swallowed it in one gulp. The warm fluid settled in her tummy and spread tingling fingers throughout her body. She gestured for another and the man eager poured it. The effect of the drink was immediate; Bunny felt her nervousness and apprehension disappear.
Now she was dancing free and fun, twirling and flirting and allowing the men to put their hands on her as they wished. Her hard nipples threatened to burst through the fabric and the short hem of her dress often lifted to briefly expose her shaved pussy. She felt herself growing aroused and wet but didn't care. Bunny finished the song and drained her fourth shot, excusing herself briefly to retreat to the bathroom to change into her next outfit. While slipping out of her first costume she heard the door to the suite open and close and voices speaking German, but of course had no idea what they were saying. She considered which outfit to wear and because she was feeling so good choose the one that showed the most skin.
Let's see if I can drive them crazy,
she thought.
When she emerged from the bathroom her smile froze on her face. Eric, Mr. B's boss, was standing in the room looking right at her. Seconds ticked off, which seemed like minutes to Bunny, and nobody spoke or moved. Bunny was keenly aware of her body and how much skin she was showing. Eric's eyes devoured her. She wanted to shrink or run. Finally Eric said something in German and all the men nodded in agreement.
"I told them you are very beautiful and sexy," Eric said, approaching Bunny and kissing her hand. "Tell me your name my dear."
Bunny exhaled, not realizing she had been holding her breath.
"I'm Bunny," she replied.
"I am pleased to meet you, Bunny. Please don't let me interrupt. I will take my seat on the couch with the others and you can continue your performance."
Bunny was dismayed. It is one thing to dance for complete strangers but now she had to act like she had never met Eric and worse still, Eric was able to see almost her entire body. From this day forward every company picnic, office party, or any other gathering, Bunny would know Eric had seen her virtually nude. She felt herself blush. Then she considered the position this would put Mr. B in and how it changed his relationship with Eric and it took all Bunny's willpower not to run for the door.
