Lola Bunny's New Job

After getting a bowl of cereal for breakfast, Lola passed by the calendar to take her seat; however, she took another look at the calendar and saw the date with anniversary circled on it.
"Oh my gosh!" Lola gasped, "Is it almost our anniversary already?"
Lola quickly grabbed her phone and called Bugs as she sat at the table.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey Bun-Bun!" Lola said, "Do you know what tomorrow it is?"
Before he could answer, Bugs got a knock at the door.
"Hold on Lola," he said before answering the door.
Lola sat there quietly eating her cereal until Bugs came back to the phone.
"Sorry," he said, "I ordered a new computer after a certain mallard spilled grape juice over my old one."
"Who would do such a thing like that?" Lola asked, "Some people just have no manners."
"Like Daffy?"
"Are you kidding? He's a downright gentleman, well aside from you Bugs."
"...So, uhhh, why did you call again?"
"I...can't remember. What are you doing right now?"
"Drinking a cup of coffee."
"Oh, okay. Talk to you later, bye."
"Bye."
After Bugs hung up, Lola finished her bowl of cereal and washed it; it wasn't until she looked at the calendar again that she realized why she called Bugs in the first place. She picked up her phone to call Bugs again, but he didn't answer; so she left him a message.
"Hey Bugs, it's me again; and by "me" I mean Lola and not some weirdo named Me, but you already knew that didn't you? Of course you knew that, you had to know that because who names their child Me? Then again I new this girl named MiMi, but that was short for Michelle Michaelson. Anyway, what was I going to tell you again? Oh yeah; I was going to tell you that tomorrow is a special day, that you should know about because it happened last year on the exact same day and now it's almost here again. If you haven't guessed, it's our anniversary and unlike last year where you took me to Bermuda; or was it Paris? No wait, that was for something else? Wait no it wasn't; anyway, I'm going to get you a gift and you should do the same for me because...it's our anniversary and...it's kinda a thing. You give and you get and all that? Also I was thinking we could go to a restaurant for dinner and see a movie; I was thinking of seeing a comedy but if you want to see something with more action, that's cool too. But just in case you want to see a comedy, my recommendation is the one with Adam Sandler in it; in my opinion he's an underappreciated actor. But if you don't want to watch that, then that's okay I won't judge you. Any who, I'm gonna get you a gift so see you later, bye."
Bugs then stepped out of the bathroom and checked his voicemail; as soon as he heard Lola's voice, he blankly deleted without a second thought.
Lola, meanwhile, got on her computer and tried to find something for Bugs.
"Should I get him a new chair?" she asked herself, "No wait, he probably has a tone of them. How about a new toaster? Real original, Lola; a toaster, what's next? A juicer? Wait a minute, that's it! Bugs likes carrots, but the carrot juice cost more than the carrots; I mean, how does that work? So why not just juice your own? It's perfect!"
She searched for juicers and found one on Craigslist that cost a reasonable $120.99; she then emailed the the person with the juicer and he replied almost 12 minutes later.
"Hello, my name is Nathan," Nathan wrote, "Im glad you're interested in my jucier. I'll need your credit card number and social security number and your address and it will be delivered the next day. Have a nic day :)"
Lola replied with the information that was asked and half an hour, Nathan replied that the purchase was made. Lola then went to her closet to pick a dress to wear for tonight.
"I could wear this," she said as she grabbed stripped black and white dress, "but I need something that screams anniversary." 
She eventually decided to head to the mall to buy a dress; after much browsing, she found a sparkling red dress that was just her size. She tried it on in the fitting room and knew right away she had to get it. After taking it of, she went to the cashier to purchase it.
"Hello...Jessica," Lola said, reading her name tag, "I'd like to purchase this dress; it's for a special occasion."
"I can tell," Jessica said, scanning the tag and tapping the cash register for the final price, "that'll be $174.49."
"Okay."
Lola gave Jessica her credit card, but when she swiped it, the card was denied.
"Huh," Lola said confused, "what happen?"
"Ma'am," Jessica said, giving Lola a serious look, "your account appears to be empty."
"Empty? There should be over $1000 in there."
"Well, I'm sorry, but my screen is showing me you have $0 dollars in your account."
"What? How is that possible?"
"One of two things: either you got conned by some loser on the internet or you're one of those people who blows off their money in a week?"
"But I don't spend all my money at once; my parents raised me better than that. For example, I wisely bought a juicer for my boyfriend from a guy on Craigslist and it'll be here tomorrow."
"Wait, did you say Craigslist?"
"Yeah, why?"
"<sigh>Ma'am, I don't know if you're aware but Craigslist is notorious for having scammers and con artists cheat people out of hard earned money. I know because it happened to me twice before I got this job."
"What?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, but all your money is gone; do you at least have enough money in your wallet?"
"No."
"Then I'm afraid I'll have to put this back on the rack; I'm very sorry ma'am."
Lola watered up before bursting in to tears and running off to the girls bathroom to cry her eyes out. As she sobbed in the stall, the other women in the room murmured out of concern with one knocking on the door to see if she was okay.
"Just go away!" she said through her tears.
Lola was left to sob for 5 more minutes before heading home and lying on the couch in distraught. She then called her bank and told them what happened; they said they'll look into it. While she still had her phones, she tried to call Bugs to tell her what happen, but he didn't pick up. Instead of leaving him a message, she decided to go to his house to to tell him in person. When she got to his house, no one was there, not even Daffy and he's lazier than a rock.
Disappointed, Lola got back in her car and head to the store to spend what little money she had on ice cream; when she got to the store, a flyer blew against her ankle as soon as she stepped out of the car. It was an ad for the Girls on Boys Club looking for dancers; she was about to throw it away, but then she checked the pay: $100 per customer. Lola pulled out her phone and dialed the phone number on the ad.
"Girls on Boys Club, how can I help you?" the guy on the phone answered.
"Hi," Lola said, "I was calling about your ad and for "dancers wanted.""
"Name please."
"Lola Bunny."
"Age?"
"31."
"Alright, I'll just need you to stop by here to sign a contract and if all goes well, you'll start work immediately."
"Great, thank you so much."
"Don't mention it."
"Don't mention what?"
He then burst out laughing before hanging up; Lola just shrugged and drove to the other side of town to the Girls on Boys Club. When she got to the building, there was no one there; she thought she was early before a black guy with a goatee approached her.
"Are you Lola?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Chris Headwick, owner and manager of the Girls on Boys Club; why don't you come inside?"
"I don't see a reason not to."
Chris chuckled as he unlocked the door and let her in; as she entered, she gawked at the interior from the poles all the way down to the bar.
"This is a nice place," she said.
"It sure is," Chris said, pulling up a chair, "have a seat."
As they sat, Chris handed her a contract and said, "Now if you just sign here-"
"Wait, ummm...can I ask a question?" she said.
"Of course."
"Where is everybody?"
"You ever been to a club before?"
"Well, I'm a member of a Country Club, does that count?"
"Sorta; this club operates at night when guys are off work or have nothing better to do."
"Okay, can I ask another question?"
"Ask as many as you want."
"What kind of dances should I do? Expressive or do you have standards?"
"What?"
"Well, your ad said dancers."
"Pole dancers."
"So I dance with a pole?"
"<chuckles> You're very funny, you know that?"
"Well, thank you."
"Listen, in this club, the dancers are supposed to make guys feel horny; they'll through cash at you to keep going."
"Horny?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes, I do actually."
"Have you ever slept with him?"
"Well, yeah; wait, why are you asking me this?"
"Because the more horny men are watching you, the more money you'll earn."
"Oh, I guess that makes sense."
"Good, now sign here."
After Lola signed her name, Chris said, "Alright, be here at 11:50 at the earliest so you can get started. Be sure to come in through the back door, okay?"
"Okay, thanks Chris."
"No problem."
Lola shook Chris' hand and drove back home to pick an out fit for the occasion. She went to the closet and picked out various outfits that would be appealing to guys.
"Well," she said, holding a blue dress, "I like this color, but it's not skimpy enough."
She then checked her drawers and picked a dark violet leotard from the top drawer.
"I haven't worn this since dance class," she said to her self, "let's see if I have anything else."
She dug through them all, from her shortest shorts and shirts to the her tightest jeans.
"Well," she said to herself, "doesn't look like I have that many opinions. Maybe some lunch will help me."
She ended up procrastinating the rest of the day before it was already 11:45 at night and she still couldn't decide. She ultimately decided to go with the leotard and rushed out the door. She drove to the back and entered the back where she walked into a room full of woman putting make up on. 
"Uhhhh...hi," she said as everyone stared at her."
"What is she wearing?" one of them asked.
"Well, I didn't have that many skimpy out fits, so I went with this. You guys like it?"
Everyone burst out laughing before going back to putting their makeup on. Lola just stood there before an Asian-American wearing a cyan bikini approached her and guided her to a changing booth.
"First day?" she asked.
"Yeah," Lola replied, "how long have you been here?"
"7 years; name's Lucy by the way."
"I'm Lola."
"Right, take off the leotard."
"Is it not skimpy enough?"
"A. No and B. This is a strip club, not Dancing 101."
As Lola took off her leotard, Lucy handed her a red bikini to put on.
"Ever lap dance before?" Lucy asked.
"No," Lola replied putting on the outfit, "how does it work?"
"Oh brother, you caress your body while you slowly take off your clothes. The guy is turned on, gives you cash and you come back here for a new outfit for the next guy."
"And girls get paid to do that?"
"Welcome to America."
Lucy then took Lola to the stage and stood next to her as other woman followed in single file. As the doors were opened, guys entered hollering and cheering one by one; Lola looked nervous while Lucy rolled her eyes.
"I've never seen this many guys happy to see me," Lola said.
"All they see is a pair of boobs, an ass and pussy," Lucy said, "they don't care who you are."
"Well, that's a little selfish."
"Tell me about it."
"Okay, like it's so-"
Lucy hushed her as Chris walked onto the stage and introduced the girl one by one. Most of the girls had big smiles on their faces, while Lucy and a few others had a blank expression as if they didn't want to be here.
"And this," Chris said standing next to Lola, "is our newest member, Lola Bunny. Give her some love boys!"
As the guys applaud, she smiled and waved at them. Chris then dismissed the girls to either the booths, back of the stage or waiting tables. Lola followed Lucy backstage and stood behind her as the girls stepped on the stage to perform one by one.
"This is so exciting!" Lola eeped.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," Lucy replied.
"Okay, this is-"
"Not...really."
"Oh...so, have you really been here 7 years."
"Yeah."
"Must be fun being a pole dancer then."
"Better than getting banged in front of a camera."
"Sorry, "bang?" As in, "bang bang" like a gun?"
"More like bang as in guys fucking your brains out."
"And some guy was recording you; pervert!"
"That's porn for ya."
"Wait, you were-"
"Drop out of college, answered an ad and spent the next 19 years of my life getting fucked in front of a camera. At least with what I was being paid I was able to retire at 39; I only took this job because I sleep all day and get bored at night."
"So now you perform in front of a bunch of guys instead of a camera?"
"Bingo."
"Who's Bingo?"
"Are you that naive?"
"I don't know what that means."
"<facepalm> Why do I try?"
"Gee, you look like you don't want to be here."
"If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be here."
"What do you mean?"
Lucy was next to perform as a black girl just came off the stage and the crowd was cheering.
"Just watch what I do and take notes," she said to the yellow rabbit.
"But I don't-" Lola began before being hushed by Lucy's hand.
"Watch, learn, do; understand?"
Lola nodded and with that, Lucy stepped onto the stage and trod on the walkway as Lady Gaga played on the radio. Lola observed carefully as Lucy spun around the pole and caressed her body; the pool of guys applauded and drooled over Lucy's sexiness despite being the oldest dancer in the club at 46.
Lucy then undid her top and exposed her massive, all natural rack to the crowd; Lola just gazed in astonishment as the house of men turned into a pack of wolves at the sight of Lucy's boobs. Lola then looked down and saw the men throwing money at Lucy as she swatted against the pole; one guy went as far as to throwing his wallet at her. She gathered some of the cash and walked toward Lola to signal that she was next.
"Okay," she nodded, "by the way, I didn't say this because I thought it would be inappropriate, but you've got to have the biggest boobs I've every seen apart from my Mom."
"I'm flattered," Lucy said blankly, "now get out there; the guys are getting antsy."
As the veteran pole dancer walked to the changing room, Lola walked onto the walkway and stared at all the guys looking at her. She then hopped on the pole and spun like a top around it as the crowd cheered. Once she stopped spinning, she struggled to keep her balance and focus on the crowd.
"Whoa, I feel dizzy," she said to herself.
"SHOW US SOME TITTIES!!!" a guy in the back shouted.
Lola shook off the dizziness and took off her top, revealing her chest to the crowd; despite not being on par with Lucy, she was still given a warm reception. She smiled and squeezed her breasts to please the crowd. Money was thrown at her from every direction, and Lola grabbed as much as she could carry as they rained on her.
After collecting some of the cash, she then headed backstage and let the next girl go on; she then went to the changing room and pondered what outfit to try next.
"Let's see," she said, "the waitress outfit looks nice, but I really like the striped suit-"
"Do you always take this long to decide?" Lucy asked from behind.
"Oh, Lucy; you know you should really let someone know you're behind before-"
"Look, some guy paid $50 for a private dance and he wanted me to wear tight linger, so if you excuse me."
Lola moved out of the way and asked, "A private dance?"
Lucy sighed and said, "If someone in the audience goes to Chris and pays $50 dollars, he lets one of us know and we go to the booths to give the customer a lap dance."
"Lap dance, right? Ummm...what's that again?"
"Oh my fucking God; have a seat, I'll show you."
"Oh, okay."
Lola then sat in a chair and Lucy (who was still naked save for her panties), sat on Lola's lap and grinded on her, making her massive boobs jiggle. Lola stared at Lucy's rack with wide eyes and was totally lost in them before Lucy stood back up.
"Get the idea?" she asked.
"Sort of," Lola replied.
Lucy the took the tightest linger and said, "Good enough, now pick something and get back on stage; they aren't going to wait for every you know."
As the Asian American walked off to the booths, Lola ultimately went with a pink one piece linger and walked to the backstage waiting for her turn. When it was her time, she walked onto the stage and despite the linger being tight, she still did her best to please the crowd.
As she was caressing her body, a short, white, blond guy with a checkered shirt singled her wanting to take to her. She noticed this and stooped to his level.
"Hi," she said, still performing, "you need something?"
"What are you doing this afternoon?" he asked.
"Going dinner with my boyfriend."
"Bugs Bunny?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"My name is Brandon Satull. He's throwing me a Bachelor Party at his house; I asked if we could hire a stripper and he said yes. I recognize you from the photos in his living room and I thought you'd be perfect."
"He's throwing a party on our anniversary? Bun Bun must be going all out!"
"...Right. So we'll pay you $300 if you come, will you be available by 8-ish?"
"Well, I'll need to stop by the store first, but okay."
"Great, see you there."
Brandon then left and Lola continued showing off her body to the crowd. Once she was done, she headed to the changing room and immediately took off the linger.
"I can't believe girls actually where this," she said, "it really squeezes my body."
She then turned around and saw Chris approaching her.
"Hi Chris," she said, "am I doing okay?"
"Fantastic," he said, "the crowd loves you; so much so that a guy asked you for a private dance."
"Really?"
"Truly, he wants you to be a school girl; think you can do it?"
"Sure."
"Good luck."
Chris then left and Lola picked the school girl outfit and headed to a booth where her was standing with her name on a piece of paper. He was a scruffy, tall, large white man and when he saw her, he opened the door with his beefy hands.
"You ready?" he said as he sat in his chair.
"Yeah," she replied, "of course I'm ready."
Lola then stood in front of him and sat on his lap; she then rubbed her hands on his chest and groped her breasts. She then stood back up, bent over, and took her skirt off, revealing her plump and juicy ass.
"Oh, yeah," he said.
"You like it?" Lola asked.
"Yeah, you a find girl."
Lola then turned and gasped at the sight of his penis.
"Well," she said, nervously, "that's interesting."
"Its better if it's inside your pussy," he said.
"What? But I have a boyfriend and-"
"Oh, no, no, no; don't think of it like cheating girl. Think of it like it's your job, you know; just business."
"...Well, since you put it that way, I guess it's okay."
Lola lowered her pussy on his cock and let it slide in nice and easy; with her arms over his shoulders, she bounced like a ball as her vagina gripped his cock.
"Oh yeah," he moaned, "that's a good girl."
"Glad to know I'm doing a good job," Lola said.
He then placed his hands on her ass and squeezed her cheeks as he was enjoying the moment. Lola also moaned in pleasure as she was being fucked and placed her hands behind her head as she rode him.
"I'm almost there, baby," he said.
"Wait," she said, "you're not wearing a condom."
"So?"
Lola tried to get off, but he was holding her too tightly.
"Please, let me go," she said.
"No," he grunted, "I want to cum deep in your pussy."
"No, I'm asking nicely; let me go."
"Just a little more and you'll be full of my sperm, bitch!"
Lola then slapped him off his chair, saving herself before he ejaculated all over the floor.
"I don't like that word," she said, putting her panties back on.
"Look what you made me do!" he exclaimed, staring at his semen covered shirt.
"Technically, that was your-"
Lola was then smacked dead in the face and pinned to the wall in tears.
"I said I wanted to cum in your pussy," he grunted, "not on my Goddamn shirt!"
"You're hurting me," she whimpered.
He then through her to the floor and pinned her while he shoved his cock in her pussy.
"No, stop!" she yelled.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" he yelled as he slapped her multiple time.
At this point, Lola was crying and bleeding as she was being fucked by a guy who really didn't care about her. She tried calling for help, but every time she tried, he slapped her into silence. Just then security burst through the door and restrained him while Lucy helped Lola up and guided her to the girls bathroom to cleaning the blood off her face with paper towels.
"Asswholes like him get booted from the club," Lucy said throwing the paper towels away, "you'll never see him again."
"My face hurts," Lola whimpered.
"Just put some ice on it, get some rest, you'll be fine."
"Why? Why do people use me? First I was scammed out of all my money now this!"
Lola descended to the floor as she cried more tears; Lucy stooped to her level and hugged her as she cried in her chest.
"This world is shit," Lucy said, "but not everyone's a shitty person."
"How do you know?" Lola asked, looking at her.
"I'm 46 years old; I've been married 3 times, have 2 kids and I'm a stripper. But that doesn't make me a shitty person. I mean, I helped you when you needed it, didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"There are going to be shitty people who do shitty thing to you, but your life doesn't revolve around those people. You decide what you're going to do with your life, not them; okay?"
"Okay; your breasts are really soft by the way."
"I get that a lot."
Lucy then took Lola to the changing room, where Chris met up with them.
"I'm sorry about that guy," he said to Lola, "are you okay?"
"My face is still sore," she said.
"Why don't you go home and get some rest?"
"But-"
"Don't worry about it, your health is more important then this job. Here's the money you earned for the night-" hands her a check for $250 "-will we see you tomorrow night?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"Think about it."
Lola then nodded and was helped by Lucy to get in her car; as Lola put the key in the ignition, Lola peeked her head through the window to say something.
"I didn't answer your question about why I stay," she said, "it's because I like that I don't have to be a sex doll to these men. They're not allowed to touch me unless I say so; that's all I really asked for in life."
"But, weren't you married?" Lola asked.
"To guys that either wanted my body or my money; and because I was so busy and drunk, the state had to take my kids and give them to someone else."
"<gasp> That's awful."
"No shit, but I'll see them again someday; so until then, I'll just becoming here every night and waiting every day."
"Oh, well I guess I'll head home then."
"Yeah, alright; see you around."
"Yeah, see you."
As Lucy went back inside, Lola headed home to put ice on her face and go to bed.