Bunny Girls' Patron Disillusionment

5/17
Just got a new job offer from a firm in this town, a few hours from my new place. It’s not just the job (10% pay rise and even more month on month) that matters - the social circle will be far wider than what I’ll ever get back on the spot of my old job.
7/2
The first paycheck from the job. Hours of overtime, team work and devotion later, we have, for now, genuine results and cold, hard earnings. If our team hadn’t the kind of mutual coordination and collaboration, most of our accomplishments already gained by a newly-formed team would be nigh impossible.
It’s probably time for some of the cash to go into a (premature) celebration. Or later when I know of more places to reward myself then – more delaying of gratification for me.

7/6
A lot are to be had here – a few drinks for the usual (late) Friday night, some small talks on the girls (some would rather avoid though for sufficiently serious reasons) and exchanging all the work and leisure tips.
From what I’ve heard, if a male hasn’t dined in Beautiful Neverland, he can’t call himself a native. This is what I’ve heard from all my colleagues who’ve at least some experience with flirting and being flirted – so a premises with both dining and flirting. And good bunny girls, most emphasized.
Without any girlfriend looking on to with jealous eyes, I’m free to take a meal inside and see for myself, whether the floppy-eared waitresses being heart-throbbing or not. But for this time, the first time at the place, I’m keeping my chill there.
7/7
An early enough leave from the workplace, and half an hour later, I was facing the stump building housing Beautiful Neverland, in the best part of the town. Other than the café on the ground floor, the building doesn’t seem to have any other establishments occupying the floors above – meaning that 2 of the floors are used by the café for some unadvertised purposes, probably staff lodging or… extra services? Yeah, the windows were mostly shuttered by dark blinds, which might partly validate my suspicions
I could confirm a lot of the common reasons why it’s popular with most of the male workers around me from the reviews I noted online – quality food (best beefsteak and pasta around) is one, but the bunny girls are the main attraction. They’re compliant, flirty and offer a tongue-in-cheek experience not provided elsewhere. The girls are valuable enough assets to the café that, once inside the dimly lit interior, a boorish suited “butler” kept an eye on each and every entrant, both keeping the girls from too much unwarranted contact or from… deep intrusion? His gaze was a bit disconcerting to those already having bad intentions towards those salacious figures. A lot of other diners here was apparently engaged with the bunny girls, though, despite this.
I would now see the charisma of this café for myself, then. As soon as I signaled, one of the many leather-clad girls hurried to my table – not an average girl, but the second most famed. If “almond eyes”, well-sized breasts and slightly caramel-colored skin were good, racist identifiers (no offense to her anyway), she stood out quite a bit from the other, paler “bombshells” (why aren’t there more Asian bunny waitresses or girls of other varieties?). She had the kind of mild, natural mist of charismatic beauty some other girls (as I saw) lacked.
“My name is Heather, how may I serve you today?” As much as some of the more waitress-focused reviews briefed me beforehand, I was serendipitous to recognize that one of the most valuable bunny girls in the café was serving me. But since this should have been a bunny café more than a place for carnal pleasures, it was better to have the menu than asking for anything else. Then, of course, I preferred beef flesh before human flesh, so I ordered a medium steak in their signature style. As she jogged away, the bottom twisting and leg swinging were just thinly-covered additions to my forthcoming meal – Surprisingly, she was slightly less active in alluring the seated, sexually prepared men, since being frequently requested for “special services” directly had done a number on her motivation to seek out new “special customers”.
A while later, the same Heather returned with the sizzling plate in her pair of gloved hands, the unblemished face reclining a bit to avoid the popping beef fat from sticking onto her olive skin. My focus was on the plate, not on her face or the figure though. Time for some commenting – the texture of beef was well-preserved without unwarranted toughening or softening, with most of the juice locked inside; garnishes were mildly but appropriately grilled, and the potato was delightful for a lover like me. Definitely worth the 9.1 rating, if not for the bunny girls.
And the bunny girls, like Heather? Some critical people might say the whole “sexualizing the figure in a costume” thing is degrading, but then, they are just trying to earn a basic income as a waitress, some extra cash with their figures and the bunny costume, and a hefty premium with a few select customers’ “special” favor…
7/8
The night at Beautiful Neverland is forgettable but mesmerizing. I didn’t ask for anything more than a meal. While some stayed behind and entered the stairs with some of their associated bunny waitresses, I left for my own business, yet the mental imprint was far more than whatever sexual gratification I could have extracted from Heather. The immense atmosphere of implicit and explicit copulation in the middle of affluence, thinly veiled with the menu of a café. Many will be returning, but not me – having their meals once is enough for my taste buds and pouch, and I am still proudly single, taking advantage of the bunny girls’ bodies or not.

9/15
Rumors are around that, the senior of in our hierarchy visited Beautiful Neverland privately, the same bunny café I went to in July.
As far as I could make out, It was nothing out of the ordinary – closely matching, moment by moment, my own time at the café. Until he decided on being which bunny girl would be serving him – both as the waitress and as the most wanted mistress upstairs.
The bunny girl came, in a rather nondescript way – the same pitch-black bunny suit, the cups only slightly clutching her full, bouncing mammaries and the natural curves being neatly fit. The lighter pantyhose and needle fingers were just as enticing. Her ribbons matched her hair color, instead of the usual red of the lesser ones.
Even before the “special services” he ordered, she was already being impatient in seeking ways to please him – speaking words laden with sexual innuendo, inviting him to have a gratuitous night of pleasures with her, and position herself even with her plates with her sleek figure, said the ones spreading his news.
After the brief meal, they left upstairs, behind a closed room and tight shutters… Thus went the whole night, him being seen wearily entering the workplace the next morning.
Those known by the rumor mill (I’m not talking those there, not in my interest to criticize my senior too deeply) are just the least of the innumerable sexual acts that got out of his mostly secret time in the rooms upstairs – no one knows all the expletions he had done with Violet any better than the senior himself. There’s no more good fussing over this except for the fun of themselves…
9/20
The rumors have gotten even more heated - Beautiful Neverland’s hiring procedures are a bit shady, sure, but this particular rumor online is even more absurd.
There are male patrons, female patrons and naturally an all-female bunny girl staff in the café, plus the bearish guard, Mr. Wilson. Now, there are nothing off with the patrons and seeming not the bunny girls. But when I said shady hiring procedures, it’s not just coercion – a lot of girls and men voluntarily sign up by themselves and try gaining a place in the café. For the female newcomers, their social traces are being lighter as some are getting lodgings upstairs or integrating closely with the circle of the bunny girls – but for males, they either got the reply to the effect of the café not hiring, say they failed the interview in the interview, or – this is the crack where the rumor can seep in – disappear. Any trace of their activities, right after presumably being hired.
There are only bunny girls working for the café, and the stout man watching over them. He must know something the patrons don’t know.
Something about the males fading from their old self, and new bunny girls coming out from nowhere – without any records at the government or social history.
This is getting to tinfoil hat level of crazy. What are those making up this cruel, denigrating joke up to?
9/22
Following the thread, those naysayers are getting into the race to identify the “gender transformed” among bunny girls of the café.
Their common victim? Violet, the champion of the café’s safe and explicit businesses. Linking her to a disappeared male model named Zacharias Begnone. This second-rate name was rather active on the masculine modelling scene almost a decade back, but lately (before the alleged disappearance) had been rather disengaged from the industry. It was after the date of his last sighting when Violet started to be seen in the café, as a bunny girl.
A few others have been implicated, but none attract the attention as the most “whorish” girl of Beautiful Neverland. What could have been worse than having your entire existence discredited?
But then, that night of my senior would gain an extra layer of perversion – it might be better for me to turn my head against Beautiful Neverland, with all the fuzz and legends surrounding it.
9/24
The senior who went to the café left the position of our project. The reason? “Pursuing better opportunities”, or because he’s in jeopardy with Violet. He has to go with his reputation ruined.
9/25
It’s not just him resigning – in fact, contacting him seems to be impossible. The number is dead, the email’s gone, and he doesn’t even bother to clean up his old office. From one of my co-workers, he was last seen going to Beautiful Neverland, in a suit, with what might have been his resume as far as the coworker gleamed…
10/12
Yes, the senior is now a bunny girl. The investigating coworker had a meal in the café, and the new bunny girl, a tall blonde, immediately recognized him. She pulled him aside after the meal, kissed him, and murmured her biggest secret to him. No prize for guessing what the confession was.
So the online rumors were true, after all. They have a way to turn all the male job applicants into bunnies of the opposite gender, and I won’t ever approach near the damned 3-story building.

This is my part of a trade with someone on DeviantArt