The middle aged woman glanced up from the copy of "Inanity Faire" and gave a bored look at Jeannie. "Sure you do, honey. Every bimbo does. You have any
references?"
Jeannie gave the woman a puzzled look. "References? What do you mean?"
The woman let out an annoyed sigh. "They get dumber every day," she muttered to her self. "References. Like in, what other clubs have you worked at?"
"Oh, I have never worked at a club like this before," Jeannie replied with a warm smile. "But I am sure I would learn quickly."
The woman behind the desk sneered. "Oh? You have no experience working in a club like this and you could pick it up just like that. How?"
"Oh, because nearly all of my masters had their very own harem. It would not be much different here."
The woman glared at Jeannie for a minute then stood up quickly, came around to the front of the desk, grabbed Jeannie by the arm, and started hauling her to the
door. "Look, missy, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, or what kind of place you think this is, but this is a respectable club. This is not some kind of
brothel. We have strict rules about what our bunnies can and can not do with our customers. So you turn right around and get your little fanny out of here!"
As they reached the door Jeannie pulls herself free from the woman's grasp. "But I know that! I will abide by the rules of the club."
The woman started to make a grab for Jeannie's arm again. "I don't care what you say, you little slut, but if you've been working in some kind of 'harem,' you aren't
working here."
Getting annoyed now, Jeannie sidestepped out of the woman's reach. "But I want to be a bunny!"
"So do I honey," the woman said as she started to make another grab for Jeannie, "But you can just forget it!"
Sidestepping the woman again, Jeannie glared at her and then...