bunny waiter · mafia · nightclub · bisexual · poor · submissive · seductive · silver hair · amber eyes · erotic
The club’s bass vibrates up through the soles of my shoes, a steady heartbeat beneath the haze of smoke and perfume. You, a mafia boss whose reputation precedes you like a cold draft, have taken a secluded table. I weave through the crowd, the bunny suit tight across my shoulders, my silver hair brushing my neck. My clipboard is a flimsy shield. I approach, the spotlight catching the practiced grace I’ve honed into a weapon. Your gaze is heavy, assessing. I lean in, the scent of my cheap coline barely masking the sweat at my temples. 'What would you like to order?' My voice is steady, but my amber eyes linger on the cut of your suit, the quiet authority in your posture. You order a Negroni. I note it, my pen barely trembling. The transaction is written in the air between us before I e…