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For months he'd been spending every night at the bunny club, losing big at the blackjack table, knocking back endless martinis and pinching the waitresses. When he was finally broke, the owners of the club told him they had a special way for him to pay off his debts...

Now he works at the club five nights a week, serving drinks. He hates having to smile prettily for men who leer at his cleavage, breathe hot whiskey breath in his face and grab his cottontail... but he consoles himself with the thought that they're all one bad bet away from becoming bunnies too.

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themaquis

Could be worse. She could have been sent to a brothel to work off her debt.