The New "Bunny" TV show prompted a memory. In the mid-60's, when the Playboy Clubs were still around, I was attending polygraph and interrogation school in New York City. The school was six weeks long and Dick Arther, who owned the school, realized that the attendees were mostly from other states, lonesome for home, and a little entertainment would be welcome. Dick, one of the best in the business, ran a tough school and he was correct in his assumption concerning recreation. So, he let us use his Key to the Playboy Club.
The club was several stories tall and populated with music, games, and Bunnies! Perfect women, who smiled, were friendly, and not slutty--just nice people. I talked to one, wondering where they found such beautiful, perfect, creatures.
"You just need a pretty face and decent legs she said. The rest of it is the suit." Each girl wore what was equivalent to a one-piece bathing suit with a fluffy tail on the rear end.
"When you are accepted, they make a sort of form of your body. The suit is fabricated around it and stuffed to fill in deficient areas, squeezed in to push others to perfect lines. It's solid. You could stand it in a corner, hard to bend over in."
"Well, it's sure working," I said.
"Seems to," she answered, then, "you know we're not allowed to date customers--that's an instant firing--but you seem like a nice guy. And if you play your cards right, I might offer you second best, and let you take the suit out after work."
She was just kidding, of course.
The club was several stories tall and populated with music, games, and Bunnies! Perfect women, who smiled, were friendly, and not slutty--just nice people. I talked to one, wondering where they found such beautiful, perfect, creatures.
"You just need a pretty face and decent legs she said. The rest of it is the suit." Each girl wore what was equivalent to a one-piece bathing suit with a fluffy tail on the rear end.
"When you are accepted, they make a sort of form of your body. The suit is fabricated around it and stuffed to fill in deficient areas, squeezed in to push others to perfect lines. It's solid. You could stand it in a corner, hard to bend over in."
"Well, it's sure working," I said.
"Seems to," she answered, then, "you know we're not allowed to date customers--that's an instant firing--but you seem like a nice guy. And if you play your cards right, I might offer you second best, and let you take the suit out after work."
She was just kidding, of course.
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