Hazel was a real tearaway.

She had left college with the absolute minimum in qualifications (i.e., not a lot) and was finding it almost impossible to get a job (not that she tried very hard).

She had a blazing row with her mother about it; her mother complaining that she wasn’t pulling her weight and bills needed to be paid.

She went out in a foul mood. She swore even more when she realised that her wallet was empty…

There was no way she was going back home. She could almost guarantee that mum would turn her down if she asked for money, anyway.

Miserable, still moody, she cruised around the streets.

It was while she was wandering that she saw the small sign.

“Bar Staff wanted. Club Phantasy. Must be 18+.”

As she was nineteen, she decided to give it a go. If nothing else, it might get her mother off her back.

She knew where Club Phantasy was; she’d sneaked in there with some friends a while back. What she wasn’t aware of was the club owner, Sharon, also knew her, from the same ‘incident’. She’d very nearly lost her licence because of it, as the Police had come to do an age check only five minutes after Hazel had left.

Sharon sat down at her computer, when Hazel arrived for the interview, and ran the check, making sure that she was the right age this time. However, she still hadn’t forgiven her from the previous incident. She decided to have some fun…

“The standard bar staff jobs are all gone, I’m afraid”, she said. “However, I think you would be perfect for the VIP service. Only thing is, you’d have to wear the special uniform. As it is the VIP level, though, the pay is quite substantial…”

Hazel’s ears pricked up at that. Eagerly, she agreed and signed the paperwork…

Sharon beckoned over one of the other staff.

“Candy, this is Hazel. She’s going to be in the VIP role. Costume BG1. Get her changed and show her where she’s working, will you?”

“Er… BG1, are you sure?”, asked Candy.

“Yes, she’s signed all the paperwork. Anyway, who are you to argue with me…?”

Candy gulped and quickly hurried off, taking Hazel with her. She led her through to the changing rooms.

“Get undressed here, completely. No knickers, nothing. Your uniform is skintight, and a one-piece replacement.”

Puzzled, Hazel complied. She was standing naked with a towel wrapped around her when Candy came back.

To her amazement, Candy started forcing her into the costume. It was a weird, stretchy catsuit…

Hazel gasped as the plugs entered her, front and back.

“What the hell? What is this flaming suit?”

“Don’t argue, bitch. You signed the paperwork; you’re the one trying to get in Sharon’s good books. Oh well, at least I won’t have to listen to your whining…”

“What… mmmfff!” cried Hazel. Candy had pulled the hood of the catsuit over Hazel’s head. There was a plug inside the hood that firmly filled Hazel’s mouth, rendering her mute.

“MMMbbbggggh!”, wailed Hazel, utterly unintelligible.

Candy carried on fitting the catsuit, zipping it up at the back. There was the click of a lock.

“There, all secure. I think the ears are really cute…!”

Hazel was now a black latex bunny girl, with long floppy ears and a fluffy pompom tail. Candy then fitted her with a glossy white corset, and a set of paws also in white. Hazel moaned as she locked the paws on.

She then fitted a studded pink collar round Hazel’s neck and attached a chain.

“Come on, then, bitch! I’ve got to get you in place! I haven’t got all night, and I’ve got my own shift to do! You need to learn how to do this for yourself… oh, of course, you can’t because of the paws. Never mind…!”

Laughing, Candy towed Hazel down to a dimly lit room in the basement of the club.

Hazel’s eyes went wide as she saw all the ‘equipment’ in the room…

Candy chained Hazel to a pillar in the middle of the room.

“Right. Listen carefully, bitch. These VIP customers are given anything, do you understand? Whatever they ask you to do, you do it, and quickly. If we get any complaints, they come out of your pay, got it?”

Hazel shook her head and yanked on the chain. No way was she staying there to be used by the VIP members!

“Oh, forgot to say. I haven’t got the keys to unlock you, the boss has, so you can damn well stay down here and like it…! Toodles!”

Candy waved goodbye, turned and left. Hazel was left frantically yanking on the chain…

By the end of the first evening, Hazel was glad her suit acted as a large condom. The clients were screwing her from all sides and angles. They loved their new bunny girl…

To her shock, Hazel was also expected to serve drinks and carry out other normal tasks as well. She had to do it with clients continuously either pinching her backside or nipples, or slapping her behind, hard.

“Oh, the things I could do with that tail”, one of them said…

By the end of opening hours, when all the clients left, Hazel was left as a sobbing heap on the floor.

Sharon came in and looked down at her. Sure, Hazel had nearly landed her in prison, but did she deserve this…?

She decided to find out what the fun was all about. Some of her clients had said the ‘new girl’ was really good…

Sharon unchained Hazel and picked her up. Sharon was a statuesque amazon, and quite strong, so she easily carried Hazel back upstairs. She then took her up to her flat…

Hazel moaned weakly as Sharon put her down on her bed. She then wiped her down all over with a cloth, cleaning her and shining her latex suit. Hazel started moaning louder…

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”, Sharon said, with a chuckle. Her hand vanished between Hazel’s legs…

“What am I going to do with you?”, Sharon asked, later. “I should really unlock you and let you go home. Somehow, though, I don’t think that’s what you want…!”

Hazel was well gone by then. She’d never had sex like it in her life! She’d even started having fun with the way she’d been treated by the regulars. The only bit she didn’t like was the chain…!

The only time the chain had come in handy was when one of the VIP members had got a little carried away and tried to take her with him when he left. The yank from the chain had nearly throttled her.

Sharon decided she wanted to talk to Hazel, so she unlocked the zip of her catsuit and pulled off her hood. Hazel’s sweat drenched face came into view.

“Hi”, she said, weak and dizzy. “I don’t believe we’ve met. As you unlocked me, you must be the boss.”

“Too damn right I’m your boss”, said Sharon, crossly, “and don’t you forget it!”

Hurt, Hazel recoiled. “What have I done?”, she cried.

“You nearly cost me my licence, that’s what you’ve done!”, Sharon said angrily. She then proceeded to tell Hazel about the night she had sneaked in, and the raid after.

Hazel was distraught.

“I didn’t realise! I thought it would have been me that got a ‘slap on the wrist’, not you!”

“This town has a zero-tolerance policy for underage drinking; especially if it’s in an adult club.”

She was going to go on, but she stopped. Hazel was absolutely devastated. Sobbing her head off. “I didn’t know…! I’m sorry…!”

Hazel just cried and cried. Sharon just had to hug her…

Sharon had realised that Hazel had no idea of the consequences of what she had done in the past. She also guiltily thought that she’d probably have done the same thing.

She started to undress Hazel. She first took her ‘paws’ off, then the corset.

“The shower is the last door on the right; your clothes are in the locker room next to it. There will be a normal staff uniform waiting for you tomorrow, if you still want to work here.”

“But I like being a VIP…!”, said Hazel, petulantly. “It was fun, apart from the chain. That and it was a bit much on the first day…!”

“Are you saying you want to keep the job?”, said Sharon, amazed. “I’ve never been able to find anyone who can last a full shift in the suit, never mind want to come back for more!”

“Does that mean I can keep the job?”, asked Hazel, quietly.

“If you want it, yes!”, said Sharon. “There’s only one catch…”

“What’s that?”, asked Hazel, nervously.

“If you’re going to do this properly, you won’t have time to go home and back between shifts. You’ll have to live in.” Looking meaningfully at Hazel, Sharon then said… “With me.”

She was nearly deafened by Hazel’s shriek of delight…

Word soon got around about Club Phantasy’s new Bunny Girl. Hazel was the talk of the town. Some of the regulars also got fiercely protective of her; if anyone started taking liberties with her (above and beyond good natured fun) they found themselves being ejected by the other members. Sharon fully supported this; she’d made quite clear to everyone what Hazel, BG1, meant to her.

 She used the codename BG1 for Hazel in public; Hazel never spoke, because of the suit, so nobody needed to know her name. Hazel knew that a certain hand gesture meant that she was wanted at a table; besides, considering how noisy the club could get at times, you wouldn’t be able to hear a call anyway.

People just entered their drinks orders into a tablet hanging round her neck; she then went and made them. Even though Hazel was only 19, she was a very experienced mixologist, mainly due to her drunk father wanting exotic drinks all the time and her having to make them. She'd told this to Sharon, and she'd agreed to leave off the paws so she could make them.

Hazel had finally found somewhere where she really fitted in. The work was exhausting but rewarding. As was Sharon…