“Emily, are you, uh, sure about this?” “Sure about what?” “Well it’s just… when you invited me to po
“Emily, are you, uh, sure about this?” “Sure about what?” “Well it’s just… when you invited me to poker night I thought it would be different.” “You expected to play?” “I mean, yeah.” “C'mon Katie, you know I’m not racist, but a lot of these girls wouldn’t want to sit at the same table with some white bitch. They consider it beneath them. But everyone’s cool with having you as a bunny waitress, so this way, you can still participate.“ "Lucky me. Don’t you understand how mortifying this is? I thought we were friends.” “We are friends. And you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. You look cute.” “I feel like an idiot.” “Nonsense. You pull it off. Honestly, the whole outfit really suits you.” “Emily, this is ridiculous. How can you be so cruel?" "Ridiculous? Cruel? You better watch your mouth girl. Or do we need to have a conversation about showing respect to a black woman?” “Noooooo, definitely not. Now that you mention it, I guess everything Iooks alright,” Katie said, as she fidgeted with her outfit’s back in an unsuccessful attempt to keep it from riding any further up her ass. “But Emily, do you think, maybe, I could take off these stupid ears at least? They’re really degrading. Please." "No way. The ears are the best part. You’re a bunny waitress tonight, get used to it. Understand?” “Yes,” Katie agreed, nodding glumly. “Well since we’ve got that settled, how about you grab that drinks tray and make yourself useful. Don’t forget to wiggle your tail,” Emily added, punctuating the remark with a sharp slap on Katie’s ass. “And let’s see a big smile. Nobody likes a pouty bunny.”That was amazing! Thank you so much for your wonderful submission! -- source link
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